Little Wolf Cub of the Ginger Demon King

No. [-] middle school is tight on time, and high school students are required to go to school for morning reading at [-] o'clock in the morning.Jiang Lai and Sun Jing met at the entrance of the alley at [-]:[-] at the latest, and rode to school together. If the time was right, they could order a cup of hot soybean milk at the breakfast shop at the school gate.

We go to and from school together, and we sit at the same table at school, plus all grades in No. [-] Middle School go to evening self-study, and we eat lunch and dinner together.The two had known each other for only a dozen days, and they were already inseparable, Jiang Lai was secretly delighted.Occasionally, when I think of the previous message that tested Sun Jing, the other party's attitude was unclear, and I feel that there is still something to sing between the two.

Jiang Lai originally didn't intend to engage in these things, but young people who don't have the desire to be ambiguous, when encountering opportunities that they like and seem to be able to move forward, it is human nature to be curious and eager to try.

In the evening self-study, Jiang Lai was drawing Sun Jing's slightly curled fingers in the sketchbook while thinking.He is not in a hurry about this matter, anyway, he can still be a classmate for two years in the future, the long-lasting relationship is worth waiting for.When fate comes, no one can resist it, and the back seat of the car that Bei Tiangui gave will not be wasted.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lai slightly raised his head and glanced at Sun Jing. Unexpectedly, Sun Jing was also looking at him, but his eyes fell on his sketchbook.

"You draw really well," Sun Jing laughed, and the two pears swirled deeply, "Would you like to draw a full-body portrait of me later?"

Jiang Lai's old face was slightly hot, thinking that if you turn a few pages forward, it's all your full body portrait.But he said: "Okay, I have a chance to be a model for me."

Sun Jing's fingers may be due to frequent exercise. They are wider than the palms of children of the same age, and the joints are more prominent. They are the type that feels full of strength at first glance.

Several times, Jiang Lai had the urge to go forward and hold such a hand, feel the other's temperature, and wanted to test whether it was as warm as he imagined.

Sun Jing tried her best to keep the hand that was sketched by Jiang Lai from moving, and used the other hand to take the book from the corner of Jiang Lai's desk with difficulty: "Lend me your reference book for a look. Buy a copy."

The book Sun Jing mentioned was mailed to him by Wang Yue. It has a bright red cover for every subject, and the core knowledge points of each chapter are summarized in a simple and clear manner.

Jiang Lai helped Sun Jing take out the book with his left hand, and continued to draw on the paper with the pen tip of his right hand. In the first-class cabin of the Titanic, the scene of Jack drawing a full-body nude portrait of Rose in the first-class cabin of the Titanic already appeared in his mind.

It's quite exciting when you think about it. If the protagonist is replaced by Sun Jing, with long legs on the armrest of the sofa, one hand on the forehead and the other hand on a certain part, one size of wheat-colored muscle group, then you have to fight How many shadows and highlights can be portrayed vividly.

Jiang Lai couldn't help but crossed out the plan that he had just prepared for "a long flow" half an hour ago in his mind. He felt that it was necessary to take the initiative to attack.After all, two people play together in the name of classmates or friends, but one of them can't help but think in that way. It's really unfair to the other person, and it's quite tortured.

After nine o'clock for evening self-study, the two rode bicycles to the small square, chatted about games, football stars, sneakers and other topics as usual, Jiang Lai reluctantly bid farewell to Sun Jing and headed home turn around.

As soon as Jiang Lai turned into the alley on his bicycle, he saw Bei Xiaowu kicking a small stone with his head bowed under the street lamp from a distance.

Jiang Lai speeded up the car and rushed to grab Bei Xiaowu's schoolbag.Bei Xiaowu staggered backwards and forwards due to the force, and the pebble he had been kicking fell into the hole in the drain cover with a ding.

"Why do you owe it so much!" Bei Xiaowu was upset, he shrugged his schoolbag back and put it back on his shoulders.

Hearing this, Jiang Lai squeezed the brakes, leaned back little by little with his long legs propped up, and said, "Who owes it?"

Bei Xiaowu stepped back a little, sighed, looked at his watch and prepared to avoid Jiang Lai.

Jiang Lai backed up the car with the others, raised his hand and grabbed Bei Xiaowu's schoolbag strap, and pulled the person to face him again: "I haven't seen you for a few days, the kid is very arrogant."

Bei Xiaowu ignored him and just stood there. He couldn't beat Jiang Lai and couldn't hide from him, so he could only hold his breath silently.

"What time is it, why are you still hanging out with your schoolbag on your back?" Jiang Lai asked the child with an adult face.

Bei Xiaowu let out a breath casually: "I'm not as free as you. I spend all day chatting with people in the small square. I have to study, and I'm going to take the No. [-] middle school exam."

"Who is chatting with people in the small square?" Jiang Lai felt a little cute when he heard Bei Xiaowu's words had something to say.

Bei Xiaowu tilted his mouth, and raised his neck towards the tall buildings hidden in the sky: "I chat there all day, I have seen it several times."

"Hey!" Jiang Lai clenched his hands into fists and lightly thumped Bei Xiaowu's chest, "You didn't know you came to say hello when you saw brother?"

Bei Xiaowu shrank his neck into the collar of his school uniform numbly, with a look of disgust on his face: "Is there anything else, if not, I'll go home."

Jiang Lai pondered for a while, then moved his eyes down. Although it was late, but fortunately the street lights were bright enough, he saw a piece of dust on Bei Xiaowu's trouser leg at a glance.It didn't look like it fell or rubbed, it looked more like being kicked.

Jiang Lai got out of the car, put the car against the wall, squatted down and pulled Bei Xiaowu's trousers with his hand to look.Sure enough, half of the footprints on the soles of the sports shoes should have been bounced clean.

"Have you been beaten?" Jiang Lai asked Bei Xiaowu.

Bei Xiaowu shook his head: "It's none of your business."

"Have you really been beaten?" Jiang Lai knew that he had guessed correctly when he saw Bei Xiaowu's immature face. The kid couldn't tell a lie in front of him, and his thoughts were all written in his eyes.

Jiang Lai suddenly had an evil fire for no reason, this is half a child of his own family, it's fine to bully him, but he can't let outsiders bully him.

Jiang Lai tapped Bei Xiaowu on the shoulder again: "Who did it?"

Bei Xiaowu rolled his eyes, wondering if he should tell the truth.

Here's the thing.Ever since Bei Tiangui promised Bei Xiaowu that he would buy him the mountain bike he had always dreamed of when he was admitted to No. [-] Middle School, Bei Xiaowu made a rather strict study plan for himself.

Based on his current scores, it is not difficult to test the key points, but it is still a bit difficult to take the key point one of the key points.What's more, there are new assignments in the ninth grade, and he knows that he has to work hard if he wants to enter the first middle school.

But the learning conditions at home are not very good.It was cool in the mornings and evenings in autumn, and Mrs. You couldn't bear the cold air conditioner that was still on in the community activity center, so she called a group of old sisters to come to play at home.

It's okay during the day, Bei Xiaowu doesn't know what they are doing at home even after he goes to school.But when it comes to playing mahjong at night, the children really can't stand it.

He was always restless and distracted, and the sound of the mahjong tiles clattering could still be heard clearly even though several layers of tablecloth were placed on it.So Bei Xiaowu had a quick meal at home after school at night, and then went to the community library to read.

The first two days I went there were pretty good. Most of the students read at night there, and everyone was quite self-conscious.After studying quietly for two hours, Bei Xiaowu can play games for a while after returning home refreshed.But in the last two days, a group of people suddenly appeared in the study room.Say they are students, everyone is flamboyant, say they are social youths, and they all hide in the study room, whether it is passing notes, flipping through magazines, or whispering, anyway, they can stay for several hours at a time.

Bei Xiaowu used to be annoyed by seeing them, but today he happened to be annoyed by both.The group thought that Bei Xiaowu was occupying a table all by himself, so they insisted on chasing him to the corner.Bei Xiaowu stubbornly came up and didn't move.

The other party has a lot of people, but Bei Xiaowu won't compromise on the fact that he has an administrator in the community study room.Under the guidance of the administrator, the group sat separately.Bei Xiaowu originally thought that this matter would be the end of the story, but unexpectedly when he was going to the bathroom, someone kicked him from the dark.

According to Bei Xiaowu's temper, even if he knew that he was weak, he would have punched him to the death, but the person who kicked him immediately dodged into the dark bushes, and he didn't even see who it was.

Bei Xiaowu's lips were tightly pressed together, and his brows collided fiercely.He knew that Jiang Lai was not easy to mess with, if he told him what happened to him, maybe Jiang Lai, a competitive apprentice, would be able to help him vent his anger.But he just didn't want Jiang Lai to see himself weak.

So, the two little brows that collided violently were smoothed out by Bei Xiaowu.

He said, "None of your business."

After finishing speaking, Bei Xiaowu fled from the shadow cast by Jiang Lai, and ran away in the direction of home.

Jiang Lai shrugged, lifted his own car from the wall, raised his legs and stepped up to ride in the depths of the alley. The more he rode, the more he felt that something was wrong.

At home, Sherman was tinkering with supper in the kitchen.Jiang Lai put the car away and washed his hands, and looked in through the door frame. His horrified gaze swept across the mess, and finally stopped on a bowl of glutinous rice balls cooked on the stove, and laughed as if he felt relieved.

"Come and taste what mom made for you today." Xue Man said, turning around with a kind smile, Jiang Lai couldn't bear to look directly at the ash from the bottom of the pot on the tip of his nose and the messy hair.

"Ah." Jiang Lai responded and bent over to hold the bowl of glutinous rice balls, but Xue Man grabbed his wrist.

"This is mine," Sherman smiled apologetically, and brought out a plate of scallion pancakes emitting a strange smell from behind and handed it to Jiang Lai, "This is yours."

Jiang Lai swallowed dryly, and refused: "Can I not eat?"

"Yes, next week's pocket flowers..."

"Mom, I'll eat, I'll eat, I'll eat now." Jiang Lai swallowed the humiliation and gnawed on the dry and weird scallion pancake for the sake of a few hundred pocket money a week.

The choking peppery smell directly blurred Jiang Lai's eyes, but in Xue Man's eyes, it became another picture of a filial son who was grateful for the scallion pancakes carefully cooked by his old mother late at night.

"Mom," Jiang Lai asked Xue Man, sniffing his nose and wiping his eyes, "What has Xiao Wu been doing lately, hanging out at night?"

Xue Man scooped up a glutinous rice ball, blew on it, and was satisfied with inhaling the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, and replied: "I heard from his grandma that he goes to study in the community study room every night recently, but seriously, you learn from others."

The author has something to say: Jiang Lai: There is such a magical existence as the community self-study room, so it must be a good place to talk about love.