flirting without breaking the law

At six ten in the morning, Qi Ling knocked on Di Chu's door on time.

The bleary-eyed Di Chu didn't wake up a bit, seeing Qi Ling who was standing at the door glowing with energy, his eyelids twitched for no reason.

It seems that the photo last night had no effect on Qi Ling?

The two looked at each other with ghostly smiles, after finishing packing, they put their bags on their backs and went out the door one after the other.

The air at 06:30 in the morning is different from other time periods. If you want to say what the difference is, it is nothing more than an hour earlier than others like an idiot. It must be different.

Qi Ling, who seldom gets up early, was completely unprecedented today, he would never tell Di Chu that because of that photo last night, he woke up at two o'clock in the morning to wash his face.

"Hey, ride a bike or walk?" Qi Ling walked beside and asked, lifting his chin towards the carport.

Di Chu didn't think about it at all: "Walk, it's still early anyway."

They have almost become the center of the school's topic, and if their mother rides a sexy pink battery car to the school gate, it is impossible to go to school.

The next day's headlines were nothing more than a few headlines——

"Shocked! Brother Ling and his new classmate rode a bike together! It seems that they stayed together last night!"

"Even Obama was shocked! Qi Ling of the small pink battery and the secret of the transfer student!"

"Girls will cry when they hear it, and boys will be silent when they see it! Why are the two handsome guys throwing food in public again!"

All the gossip and rumors, whether he is true or false, black or white, will continue to greet the two of them.

This is the good thing psychology of the people who eat melons.

In fact, Di Chu also understands that these scandals should be kept in the previous school, and as a party involved, he might even open a trumpet to stir up troubles and add fuel to the flames.Those who watch the excitement don't think it's a big deal, but Di Chu's own excitement is afraid that it will become smaller.

But now Di Chu is not in the mood, and wants to be a handsome salted fish and wait to die.

Qi Ling walked out of the gate with his hands in his pockets, turned his head and asked, "Then what do you have for breakfast?"

"Youtiao soy milk, convenient."

"to make."

Waking up early in the morning, it was rare that the two of them had no smell of gunpowder, and they seemed to be normal friends in peace for a while.

There are breakfast stalls running around the outside of the community, pushing carts and setting up simple tables and chairs on the side of the street.Many students and old people sat around and had breakfast together.

Di Chu followed along and saw that there were quite a few selling steamed buns, fried dough sticks, pancakes and fruits.The hot steam from the pot and bowl rose straight into the sky, and the white smoke swirled in the slightly clear air before the temperature rose, before disappearing.

Di Chu thought that time is as peaceful as water, and a book can be written in a day, which is probably the reason.

As the number of people on the street increased, there were gradually signs of hustle and bustle.

Inexplicably, I feel better.

Like a regular customer, Qi Ling sneaked into a breakfast stall like an uncle, and gestured to the boss, "Uncle! Two steamed buns, six deep-fried dough sticks, two eggs, and two cups of soy milk. Di Chu, what else do you want to eat?"

"Are you going to eat it all morning, or save it for lunch?" Di Chu felt dizzy.

As a person with a glorious history of stomach problems, Di Chu either skipped breakfast or ate very little in the past.Only when my stomach hurts badly, will I remember that there is still a meal that must be eaten every morning.

Qi Ling didn't care too much, and waved to his uncle: "That's right, I really don't know how your 1.8-meter-long stature grew, and you eat like a cat."

"Today, I know how your 1.9-meter height grew. It's stupid to eat, and the buns probably squeezed your brains out."

Di Chu stretched out his hand to take out the money, and Qi Ling stopped him: "No need to pay, I have saved breakfast expenses every month with Uncle."

"Ah?" Di Chu was stunned, and there was still this operation.

The breakfast uncle smiled honestly at the two of them while frying deep-fried dough sticks: "Qi Ling used to forget to bring his wallet when he went out, we all know that haha! At first he was still on credit, but later he felt embarrassed and fixed it every month. Prepaid at a breakfast stand, lest you forget!"

Di Chu glanced at Qi Ling, it seemed that the tip of his ear was a little red?

Tsk, what a shame.

The two of them ate a lot of breakfast as they walked. In fact, there were two baskets of steamed stuffed buns, two eggs, and six deep-fried dough sticks. In the end, Di Chu had two deep-fried dough sticks, three steamed stuffed buns, and one egg.The rest belonged to Qi Ling.

You must know that there are six steamed buns in a basket, and they are not too small, so Qi Ling watched as Qi Ling took one bite at a time.

Di Chu took a sip of soy milk, fearing that this man would choke to death on the street.

At that time, I don't know whether to send him to the hospital or the crematorium.

After Di Chu thought about it, he probably would leave directly.

No matter how you die.

The two of them had nothing to say while eating breakfast, and walked quietly for a while.

Di Chu's phone rang several times, and he took it out to see that it was a text message from Wen Rushui: Brother, remember to eat breakfast.Go home at noon on Saturday?

Have breakfast and go home.

The six words that couldn't be simpler and couldn't be more ordinary made Di Chu's heart soften unsuspectingly.

It's downright soft.

These words have been said before.But that is when the mother is in a normal state of mind, but the chance of this is too small, so small that Di Chu never dared to hope.

Others always take "your mother called you home for dinner" as a joke, but in Di Chu's eyes, this is not even a dream.

Di Chu returned the message with a gentle smile: Saturday noon.

After sending it, I thought about it and added a sentence: I am eating breakfast, you have to go to school as soon as possible.

Qi Ling walked beside him, pretending not to care, and peeked at the phone screen, but Di Chu, the son of a bitch, typed so fast that he couldn't see what was written, so he pressed the lock screen button.

"Yo, someone thought about it early in the morning." Qi Ling didn't realize that his tone was sour.

Di Chu ate fried dough sticks: "Yes, wave after wave."

Qi Ling's heart is even worse, we two are competing well, you are eating from the bowl and looking at the pot, maybe you still have one in your hand.

Unscrupulous stuff!

"Hey, look over there!" Qi Ling suddenly roared.

Di Chu strictly followed the conditioned reflex of human beings and looked to the left. Just as he turned his head, his right hand felt heavy with soybean milk.

Turning around quickly, he found that Qi Ling bent down and quickly took a big sip of soy milk through the straw in his cup.

After Qi Ling was seen through, he straightened up indifferently, and smiled at Di Chu, showing two ostentatious canine teeth.

Very bad expression.

"What's wrong? Does someone else's drink taste better?" Di Chu endured for a while, adhering to the principle of not wasting food, and told himself that pouring soy milk on this idiot was simply taking advantage of him.

Qi Ling shook his head and said, "No, only yours is better."

Di Chu had goosebumps all the time, not knowing where Qi Ling got so much energy to talk flirtatiously in the morning.

Before he opened his mouth to refute, suddenly Qi Ling reached out and wiped the corner of his lips with his thumb.

"My dear, the soy milk stains are still on my face."

After speaking, Qi Ling withdrew his hand and licked his thumb with his tongue.

After wiping and licking, Di Chu was dumbfounded and almost blushed.

"roll!"

I don't know if he became angry from embarrassment, Di Chu walked forward quickly with breakfast.

Qi Ling is not without complacency, I finally know what the hell you are doing!

They didn't fight on the road, and the two of them didn't expect it.

Stamped into the classroom staggeringly, Di Chu and Qi Ling both agreed with each other without rubbing the fire.

But as soon as he put his butt on the seat, Cheng Si moved the chair over from this blind man: "Brother Ling Geling, are you and Di Chu going to dance at the autumn sports meeting?"

Di Chu and Qi Ling didn't look at him.

One took out the books that were going to be used this morning from the desk, and the other threw all the books on the desk on the floor to sleep.

"What dance do you dance? What song do you choose?"

The two still didn't look at him.

Qi Ling clicked on the mobile game, preparing to take another rank today. Di Chu found the newly bought notebook and took out a pen to write something.

Cheng Sicong probably has never been beaten for talking too much, or he has never reflected on his own weaknesses.The two elders in front of him ignored him, he turned around and took out the ruler from the desk, it was a fucking hit!

"Clap clap clap clap!"

"Clap clap clap clap!"

The train of thought of the article that Di Chu had just figured out was scrambled into a mess by this burst of rhythmic and quite imposing crackling sounds.Not to mention the idea of ​​the article, even the little bit of inspiration that was left did not know where to go to sleep.

"Go back to your seat."

Di Chu snatched Cheng Sicong's ruler and threw it into his desk.

"I'll just ask you what kind of dance you dance, as for you!"

"Believe it or not, I'll beat you." Di Chu looked at him coldly, and closed the book as if venting his anger.

Cheng Sicong nuzzled: "As for..."

"As for."

This time it was Qi Ling.

Qi Ling raised his head without threatening, and said concisely: "If you influence Di Chu again, we will beat you."

This statement is [-]% righteous and [-]% deceitful.

But Uncle Qi is such a master, who cares about who is right and who is wrong, protect your own people first, sure-yes-wrong!

Cheng Sicong became a squib, and regardless of what happened to the ruler, he moved the chair back to his seat.

Di Chu's hard-earned inspiration was so disturbed that he couldn't write the article and felt very irritable.

"You said this person is fine, what's wrong with him, fuck it." Di Chu threw his pen on the table, leaned back on the chair, his face was full of displeasure.

Qi Ling is doing a lot of killing: "The housekeeper in our class has to interfere in everything, just get used to it."

"Why don't you just put on a show, just like your mother is about to give birth."

"I don't think he would be so excited when he had another one." Qi Ling quickly moved his right thumb on the screen, and the battle was fierce. "The main thing is that I agreed to dance, so it's different."

Di Chu rolled his eyes: "Tsk tsk tsk, close your face, I can't see the blackboard anymore."

Qi Ling estimated that the kill was almost done, and looked sideways at Di Chu: "I bet we didn't come yesterday. The boss must have made a big splash about the performance in the class. If the big speakers in our class hear a If there is any trouble, the people who know me in this school basically know everything."

"Well, capable." Di Chu also looked at him, "You are just like the gorilla in the zoo."

"Hold?"

"Strange."

The two looked at each other, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

Di Chu took out his mobile phone and put it on the table, smashed the can, and couldn't write anything anyway: "Which district, form a team."

Qi Ling whistled in a subdued tone: "Open black?"

"Aren't you afraid of being hacked for talking so much trash?" Di Chu waited for the game to load, and clicked to invite friends.

"You really don't listen to class."

"Did I say that I came to school to study?" Di Chu kicked him impatiently, "Hurry up if you want to hit him!"

Qi Ling looked at Di Chu, wondering what he was thinking.After being stunned for a long time, he lowered his head to accept the invitation to form a team.

"Okay," Qi Ling said, "Since you don't want to study, sir, just waste time with the scumbags."

waste time.

Not knowing whether Qi Ling did it on purpose or not, Di Chu's heart skipped a beat.

Tsk, Di Chu, isn't this what you want?

Eat and wait to die.

What are you doing with a guilty conscience now.

Time flies by playing games, but anyone who has ever been addicted to games can write a novel of hundreds of thousands of words about "I have to say love and hate with games".

Di Chu and Qi Ling finally understood something when they scolded and fought in two classes and did not raise their butts during a big break

——I'm going to fuck with this stupid Ganoderma picking idiot again, I'm just selling my teammates!

Although he won consecutive victories all the way, he was soft on pentakills, and asked the enemy quite shamelessly: Are you human-machines?

But it's just annoying.

This discomfort comes from, they also found: Hey?I didn't see that the two-five-five games were played well!