Duan Ling has a bad temper, but she is born with an outstanding IQ. When she loses control of her emotions, she seems to be soft and hard, but in fact her mind will always passively maintain a rational state.

Just like a crazy but functioning machine, even if he wants to be desperate, his brain will always tell him the best option first. The anger in his heart is real, and so is his sober thinking. The first time Xie Ning was out of line with expectations, he let people get out.

Facing the sober protagonist, Xie Ning, who was full of desire to survive, reacted instantly, pressed his arm and said something with his mouth.

'Little cap. '

The coldness in Duan Ling's eyes didn't dissipate, but she grabbed his arm as if trying to push him away.

The strength on the arm is getting stronger and stronger. Through the fabric, Xie Ning seems to be able to feel the complex and contradictory confrontation in his heart. In the end, reason prevailed, but the emotions that cannot be vented must find an outlet.

The twilight in Duan Ling's eyes was getting darker, but Xie Ning didn't notice that something was wrong. Seeing that he didn't have an attack, he endured the dull pain in his arm and went to look at the little hat behind the flower stand.

Xiao Mao was really dumbfounded this time, his expression was like five thunderclaps, he stood there dumbfounded, the last bit of light was extinguished in his dim eyes, leaving only despair in despair.

"Going away?" Duan Ling asked in a deep voice.

Afraid of being discovered by Xiaomao, Xie Ning shook his head slightly, Duan Ling frowned, and endured to the limit.

The sense of weightlessness surged up with the sudden pull, and the scenery in front of him was upside down. When he was bent down and pressed under him, Xie Ning's face was blank, and he didn't realize what was going on at all.

He, he was thrown down by the protagonist...?

The sofa in the shape of a bird's nest is big enough to accommodate two people, but it looks very small when it is actually filled with two people. The aroma that has just been tasted just now pours into the nostrils continuously. Xie Ning looked at the looming collarbone at the collarbone in front of him, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason. half a beat.

About ten seconds later, there was the sound of the door being slammed on the side and rear. At the same time, the figure on the body retreated quickly and jumped off the bird's nest.

"..."

Tool people are successful, simple and simple.

It turned out that this was the case, I have to say, the protagonist's mind was quicker.

Xie Ning took two deep breaths as if he was relieved, sat up and simply straightened his clothes: "Now he won't harass you anymore."

The last time I just got closer to the cap, it stopped for a whole morning. This time, I was so popular that I ran away, at least for a few days.

After a few days, Xiaomao leaves Yangcheng, and if he wants to follow Duan Ling, he won't be so ubiquitous anymore.

After tidying up his clothes, Xie Ning exhaled, and when he looked up, he found that Duan Ling was staring at him with serious eyes. He didn't seem to be born or angry, but it was a bit scary anyway.

"How did you find it?" Duan Ling asked.

Xie Ning didn't hesitate, and directly confessed to Mao Juan: "Mao Juan said so."

In the beginning, he approached Duan Ling not because of Xiaomao, but because he wanted to observe the protagonist. Xie Ning inevitably felt a little guilty: "It's a good thing I'm here, otherwise you slept so soundly, Xiaomao wouldn't be sure what to do."

"If he doesn't do it, why don't you do it too." Duan Ling sneered.

"Don't you want to drive away the little cap? I'm helping you."

This is the truth, if he hadn't found the little cap, he would have just sniffed it at most, and he would definitely not go any further.

Because it was the truth, Xie Ning didn't blush, he seemed very reasonable, and he didn't flinch from Shang Duan Ling's scrutinizing gaze.

"Really, I didn't treat you either... Well, I'm not that kind of person."

Duan Ling glanced at him, said nothing, pulled his collar and left.

He didn't get angry because of some accidents. Xie Ning stayed in the bird's nest for a while, only as if he had realized his conscience and understood the difficulties of tool people. Guang accidentally caught a glimpse of two figures.

One of them was Cap, who was squatting on the ground with his face buried in his arms, looking like he was crying, while the other took him a little by surprise.

"Ye Xuan...?"

Ye Xuan stood in front of the cap with shrugging shoulders, his expression was hidden in the shadows, neither of them spoke, but they could feel the strange atmosphere surging in the dark, definitely not between strangers.

Xie Ning couldn't help but think of what He Manjuan said last time. During class in the afternoon, he wanted to have time to ask him about the specific situation, but halfway through, he felt that maybe the less he knew, the better, and it would be more deeply involved in the plot characters, saying Don't get into any trouble and come back.

In the end, before he could make a choice between curiosity and reason, He Manjuan helped him do it first.

During the break in the afternoon, He Manjuan, who somehow heard that Xiaomao was crying, rushed to the fifth floor to announce the good news.

"Hahahahaha, you don't know what Xiaomao's class looks like in the afternoon! Her eyes are red, it looks like her family has gone bankrupt, and she deserves it! You feel ashamed to cry when you harass others!"

Leaning on the desk, He Manjuan looked relieved, and at the same time asked enthusiastically: "I said, how did you do it? Xiaomao has been following for a year, and we have tried everything, but the result is not as effective as you for ten minutes. "

"..."

Xie Ning was offended by bankruptcy or something.

He covered his face and cleared his throat, his eyes dodged: "It's nothing, I don't know if he is dead or not."

"Almost." He Manjuan pursed his lips and smirked: "His brother sent him back. I guess he will just go back to Nangao in the next few days."

While talking, He Manjuan patted his thigh, and after reconfirming that Ye Xuan was not there, he leaned into his ear and said mysteriously: "By the way, stay away from your front table, he and Xiaomao are of the same father and the same father." My mother's brother has a very bad relationship with Brother Ling, and he is only a little stronger than Meng Qijiu."

Xie Ning: "..."

The amount of information is a bit large, so he has to react.

"What is Cap's full name...?"

"Ye Mao, you don't know this?!" He Manjuan said in astonishment: "You don't know much about your rival."

Everyone is called a small cap, and the small cap wears a peaked cap every day. Who knew it was Mao!

Xie Ning's head hurts a little at the moment, no wonder Duan Ling and Ye Xuan have such a weird relationship, one is a stalker's follower, the other is his own brother, can this not be a big problem.

Immediately, he thought of another question. Since the two are brothers, it means that Xiao Mao has a good background, so why did one go to Yangcheng while the other is in Nangao?

Anyway, it has been mixed in, Xie Ning asked He Manjuan logically.

He Manjuan's face was unnatural, as if he was not very willing to mention this: "...there are so many problems in the Ye family, and Xiaomao is an illegitimate child, which is normal."

After a pause, he explained again: "Otherwise, Brother Ling wouldn't have saved him once unconsciously, and Xiaomao would have entangled him like a chick. He was not mentally normal in the first place."

Xie Ning heard half-knowledge, and after satisfying his curiosity, he didn't continue to ask. The characters in the book are all kinds of people, no matter how bloody they are, it's not surprising, but he didn't expect Ye Xuan and Xiaomao to have such a deep relationship. relation.

During this period of time, Xiaomao was criticized and rejected in Yangcheng, Ye Xuanming acted as if he had nothing to do with the side matter, and the students in the class did not implicate him because of their dissatisfaction with Xiaomao, the two had no intersection at all.

If he hadn't personally experienced the bad relationship between Ye Xuan and Duan Ling, he wouldn't have believed it even after hearing what He Manjuan said.

"However, if he doesn't go to Nangao, he won't meet Menggou."

Thinking of the unpleasant experience of being beaten, He Manjuan rubbed his recovered shoulders: "Without a Meng dog covering him, just a little hat, where can I go? Nangao is no better than Yangcheng, there is no order. Now we are simply holy fathers!"

"...don't use metaphors."

Xie Ning, who has read the original book, probably knows the school spirit of Nangao in his mind, but he has not seen it with his own eyes, so his imagination is still limited.

After sharing the joy, He Manjuan chatted with him about the playground, but left angrily after Xie Ning categorically refused.

In the next class, Xie Ning heard someone in the corridor announcing good news like a loudspeaker, saying that Nangao's trash had finally gone. At that time, he was slightly relieved.

The monthly exam is just around the corner, he and Duan Ling will have less contact with each other and concentrate on reviewing their homework, but when school is over that day, Xie Ning realizes that he is thinking too much.

Xiaomao's departure is not good news. According to what He Manjuan said, Xiaomao was covered by people. No one dared to provoke him during the few days in Yangcheng. Speaking of which, he was the only one besides Duan Ling. Actively provoking.

Ten minutes after the school bell rang, Xie Ning lingered out of the classroom as usual, but saw Gu Zizhen stopping Duan Ling at the door of Class 10, with such an uneasy expression for the first time.

Even from a long distance, Xie Ning could hear his slightly hasty voice.

"Meng Qijiu has come to give Xiaomao a head."

After a pause for a few seconds, Gu Zizhen added something.

"He came on crutches."

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