The torn school grass is the lost first love? [Rebirth]

The powerful forces surrounded him in Gaixia and reprimanded him.

In early autumn, the teacher's office was not turned on because of the pleasant temperature, and the door was not closed. Qu Linggong was interrogated by the three divisions.

Qu Linggong’s sophomore life was difficult from the very beginning, the world seemed to suddenly become his only bad reviewer, needless to say, "Xing Yi" has long since stopped publishing his photos, even the Weibo "Xing Yi Gongzi voted Activities", he is not on the list of candidates.

The only consolation is the little candy that is offered on the desk every day as promised.

After returning from the office, he unconsciously put his hand into the desk and stroked the little thing lying flat. It reminded himself that there were still people paying attention to him, admiring him, and silently stopping for him in a corner.

where is sheWho is she?

Taking out his mobile phone, as if to commemorate and retain the feeling of gratitude at this moment, Qu Linggong spread a small dessert on the table, adjusted the filter, and took a warm-toned photo.

Young Master Qu, who doesn't like sweets, chews his offerings like a fallen god, full of solemnity and piety.Not realizing it at all, a pair of clear eyes cast a soft gaze on his side.

Finally, when school was over, Qu Linggong hung his head and walked to the school gate, when someone called him from behind.

"Old Gong—"

Qu Linggong turned around, and Li Yun'an faced the crisp golden light of the setting sun, standing on the high steps of the teaching building, with a beautiful figure like a Greek statue.Qu Linggong only felt that his disheveled self paled in comparison.

The two walked to the school gate while chatting. A black SUV had been waiting in front of the school gate for a long time.The window of the rear seat was lowered, and a beautiful woman with well-maintained skin and pink poked her head out.

Li Yun'an immediately stepped forward and said, "Hello, Auntie."

"Oh, it's Yun'an. The longer he grows, the more handsome he is. Is your father in good health?"

Li Yun'an replied politely: "Thank you, auntie, for your concern. My father is in good health and is recuperating in Jialan's villa now."

The beautiful woman returned a gentle smile and nodded.

"Mom, why are you here?" Qu Linggong asked.

"Come to pick you up, get in the car."

After saying goodbye to Li Yun'an, the car drove about one kilometer, and Song Shifang finally spoke.

"This afternoon, your head teacher, Teacher Chen, called me."

"Oh..." As expected, Qu Linggong only felt a little tired.

"Son, your dad will be back next week..."

"Um……"

"It's also my fault that I didn't take care of you recently, thinking that your father is not here, so you can relax for two days..." Song Shifang was the same as her son, when she mentioned her husband, she frowned, "Hey, your father is back, and your mother wants to speak for you. It's also a person who speaks lightly..."

"Mom—I see." Qu Linggong turned his head weakly, looking at the scenery outside the car window, "Mom—where are we going?"

"La Belle Western Restaurant."

"What day is it today?" Qu Linggong asked suspiciously.

"No special day, just your dad... is coming back..."

"..."

——Qu Linggong thought of the Last Supper in "The Passion of the Christ"...

The mother and son sighed deeply at the same time...

There is a touch of wine aroma and flowers in the air, and the faint sound of the piano flowing out from nowhere. The mother and son are enjoying a luxurious French meal in the elegant and exquisite western restaurant.

Foie gras, steak, and red wine snails, each of which is a little bit, served in a delicate white porcelain plate, decorated with rosemary and mint leaves on the side of the plate, each dish exudes attractive aroma and Nice shade.Song Shifang also made an exception and let her son drink a little rose-colored rose wine.

The delicious food and drink and the comfortable environment more or less calmed Qu Linggong's physical and mental injuries today.

Song Shifang was also very relieved to see her son regained his previous look and was no longer as disheartened as when he saw him today.

Qu Linggong pushed the last dessert to his mother and said with a smile, "Mom, this is for you. I don't like sweets." Song Shifang smiled sweetly and enjoyed the double dessert.Qu Linggong was at the other end of the table, gulping down the pink liquid in the crystal cup.

Back home, Qu Linggong lay on his big bed drunkenly, took out his phone and unconsciously checked Weibo.Seeing the "Xingyi Gongzi Voting Activity" that he has followed, he couldn't help frowning.

After hesitating for a while, still driven by curiosity, I clicked to open it.As expected - not even the option for myself, Guo Xuanyu, Lu Keyu, Lu Keran, Li Yun'an, Zhang Junruo are impressively listed, and there are hundreds of votes displayed in the long box behind each person's name.

Qu Linggong gave one vote each to Guo Xuanyu, Lu Keyu, and Lu Keran, and then frantically clicked on the progress bar of his friend Li Yun'an with his index finger. Weibo showed that each candidate can only vote for one vote at most, and you have already participated in the voting.

After exiting the voting page, Qu Linggong saw hundreds of comments on this Weibo.

"Guo Xuanyu from Class [-] is the king of the school grass, call His Highness Wuli Xuanyu like crazy."

"Call Master Ke Ran..."

"The first-year freshmen are here for little brother Yun'an, sisters, draw your swords!"

"I only fight for the third class of Junjun, and Junjun is the son of Xingyi."

"Watching Zhang Junruo come back with a three-pointer, he is indeed a new dark horse."

"I saw Zhang Junruo wearing Adidas' white suit on Saturday, and my heart fell instantly, and I became a fan."

"Moshang is like a jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world—the queue is for Zhang Junruo from the third class to call."

The veins on Qu Linggong's forehead twitched, he pulled his thumb down, and found that the comments with the most likes were all on it, the flowers and applause were loud, and the further down, the more doubtful voices appeared.

"To put it bluntly, Guo Xuanyu's charm, why can't I get it..."

Reply: I deeply agree.

Reply: You are not alone.

Reply: Sometimes I think I understand, sometimes I think I don't understand...

"Lu Keran is a scumbag in English. He scored 64 in the last English test..."

Reply: Sour for you.Why do Chinese people learn English well?

Reply: Class [-]?Definitely not as good-looking as combustible.

Reply: No matter how good your English is, you won’t be able to get on the “Star Memory List”!

Qu Linggong continued to scroll down.

"Boys, do you still remember Qu Linggong by the Daming Lake?"

Reply: Remember, hey...

Reply: There is no option, it is estimated that... it is offline...

Reply: I was squeezed out of the top five... woo woo...

Reply: Ling Gong made of iron, powder of flowing water...

Qu Linggong felt a cramping pain in his stomach.Continue to pull down.

"Are there any relatives from class three? Are Zhang Junruo and Qu Linggong on good terms?"

Reply: Terrible, Young Master Qu is bullying newcomers.I even scolded Junjun today.Junjun collects homework, but he refuses to give it, and even scolds Junjun for being sick.Jun Jun was wronged and did not speak.

Reply: This is excessive.

Reply: Qu Linggong's design collapsed.

Reply: What kind of person is set to collapse, he has always been like that.

Reply: The road turns black.

Reply: Luzhuanhei +1

Reply: Pink turns black.

Reply: Pink turns black.

……

Qu Linggong was shaking with anger as he held the phone with his fingers.A gust of alcohol rushed straight into his forehead—you are all so blind!Obviously I was pushed down by Zhang Junruo!I got hurt all over by the fall! ——Zhang Junruo, you actor king!I x you uncle!

☆, tricks to death

Zhang Junruo!Zhang Junruo!Zhang Junruo!He could no longer bear the curse of these three words.He didn't want to live in the shadow of Zhang Junruo for the remaining two years of high school, just like when his brother "Qu Lingjin" was there, no one could see me without him.

At 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, Qu Linggong dialed a number, and loud dance music came from the receiver.

"Hello. Yin Zi?"

"Qu Linggong?"

"it's me."

"Long time no see, you haven't gone to Lao Xing's place to practice dancing recently. What's the matter? Have you become a learning model?"

"Get out! My dad is coming back."

"Hehe, it's really ironic. How good it is to be like me. My father doesn't love my mother and doesn't kiss me. I'm at ease."

"I have something to ask you, help me contact some brothers, I will pay the appearance fee."

Yin Zi thought for a moment, and then realized: "Okay, I haven't done this for a long time, who is it? You are injured and disabled? You will pay for the disabled."

"The first boy in our class doesn't need to be beaten, just scare him. It's best to let him change schools quickly, and shake it in front of me every day. It makes my brain hurt."

Yin Zi couldn't hide his excitement through the receiver: "Oh, what's the matter? Have you been sexually harassed by a man? Mr. Qu, you are so charming."

Qu Linggong frowned: "What are you talking about, I just see him as an eyesore. Don't let people know it's me. I'll leave it to you, and give me a card number later."

"Okay. It's been a long time since I played Street Fighter business."

Putting down the phone and returning to the Weibo interface, Qu Linggong was furious looking at the series of "followers turning black".Wanting to defend myself, I saw that my user name is the real name.

What name did you change?

The flame of anger in his chest was blazing, and the straight-tempered Qu Linggong hit a straight ball——Zhang Junruo is a million-year-old fan!Only this is straight from the heart.

After changing his name, Qu Linggong found a still life picture with a dark color tone in his mobile phone photo album as his profile picture.After finishing everything, I sent more than 10 comments in a row.

"Zhang Junruo is a film king, you have all been deceived by him."

"Zhang Junruo is a scheming bitch!"

"Zhang Junruo will look coy, like a bitch."

"Zhang Junruo likes to pretend to be B. On the surface, he pretends to be a person, but in fact, he is evil behind the scenes."

"When did you all go blind? How is Zhang Junruo good-looking? He looks like a vampire."

"Young Master Shi Wushuang, don't make me sick. Zhang Junruo is just a little expert at pretending to be B."

"Is there anyone in the world who is more contrived than Zhang Junruo?"

……

Taking advantage of the strength of wine, Qu Linggong vented his aggrieved heart. Seeing that the time was already 12 o'clock in the morning, his dozen or so comments were all at the bottom, and no one replied or liked him.A burst of drowsiness hit him, he resentfully put down his phone, and fell into a dreamland.

Yin Zi is indeed a person who has experienced in society since he was a child, and he is very efficient in his work.For the next week, Qu Linggong could see a few people who looked like bad boys, stationed at the subway entrance that Zhang Junruo must pass through to go home.

Once the car picking up Qu Linggong passed by, Mr. Qu happened to see Zhang Junruo surrounded by them.

Qu Linggong lowered the car window leisurely, and sternly shouted a few bluffs with the wind: "I heard you were gay at school?"

"Are you perverted?"

"You're always pestering a man, are you sick?"

"Pfft—" Qu Linggong couldn't help laughing, what the hell is going on.Thanks to Yin Zi, the wind is like rain, and it takes imagination to find someone to trouble you.

Qu Linggong looked at Zhang Junruo with his head lowered and his shoulders shrugged surrounded by these fierce spirits, making him look even weaker and quieter.Thinking of such humiliation and harassment, he probably won't be able to last for a few days for such a person, and he will transfer to another school soon.

I don't want to be like this either, boy, where did you come from, go back where you are.

That Saturday, Qu Linggong came back from the practice room and rang the doorbell. Aunt Zhou came out wearing an apron: "Xiao Ling is back." Aunt Zhou followed him into the door as she said, deliberately amplifying the volume , "Your mother said that you have been studying hard recently, and made me cook a lot of food for brain—"

Qu Linggong felt that the words implied a deep meaning, and turned to look at her. Aunt Zhou pouted in the direction of the living room with her mouth, and gave him winks in a hurry.

Qu Linggong was carrying a one-shoulder sports bag, and his thick, messy hair was tied up with a black hair band, standing up in clusters.Passing by the living room, I saw the cold face counting nine.He respectfully called out to the man on the sofa: "Dad——".

The man raised his eyes calmly and looked him up and down, with a slight sullen look in his eyes.

"Where did you go crazy?"

Qu Linggong knew that his current appearance was not suitable for saying that he had gone to the library, so he could only honestly confess: "I went to the practice room—dance hip-hop—"

"A man, you are ashamed to say that you dance—"

Song Shifang sat on the side, anxiously defending her son: "Extracurricular activities, cultivate sentiment, Li's son also learns cello and ice hockey..."

"Shut up! When will it be your turn to interrupt me!" Qu Mingfeng shouted.

"Look at you. You are so dressed up. What's the difference between you and the hooligans on the street? How do you look like someone from our Song family? That kid from the Li family can learn cello and ice hockey. He can play cello, and ice hockey can expand In the social circle, if you give me a hip-hop dance in public at the company exhibition, it will simply embarrass our entire family!"

Song Shifang wanted to say something else, bit her lower lip, and held back.

Qu Linggong's eyes were gloomy, and the grievance that had just been suppressed surged up again, his chest was tight, and he lowered his head and said, "Dad, I understand, I won't dance in the future, so I won't embarrass you—"

Turning around, he was about to leave when Qu Mingfeng stopped him: "Wait a minute, next month is the midterm exam—how about it, can you get the first place in the class? You know—when your brother is here...but They are all number one in grade.”

Qu Linggong felt a heavy weight pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe, the muscles on his cheeks tensed, and he didn't answer.

"It's useless, you don't have any confidence at all, how will you inherit our Qu family's business in the future—!"

Seeing that Qu Linggong was still silent, Qu Mingfeng seemed to have punched the cotton with his fist, furious: "I'm asking you something! Can I?"

It seemed to be twisted from the throat, after a moment of silence, Qu Linggong heard himself say: "Can..."

Late at night, in the quiet room, only a desk lamp on the table was emitting a dim light.What was enveloped by the light was a messy table of books and a scratched head.

The frowning boy clenched his fists and slammed hard on the textbooks full of reaction equations and physics symbols—the midterm exam was said to be next month, but in fact it was next week, and the time left for Qu Linggong was very tight , During this period of time, he didn't put his mind on the books at all, and it was not easy to break through in the shortest possible time.

First in class?If it is the first year of high school, there is still hope.And now—the recent bad things, it's hard for him to take the exam without being too ugly.Zhang Junruo is the watershed between the proud and full of ambition in the first year of high school, and the current depression and depression.

If Zhang Jun hadn't been assigned to their class so hard, he wouldn't have hindered him.I still enjoy the appreciation and approval of the people around me, and turn them into better motivation, and move towards the goals I set step by step.

And Zhang Junruo's airborne landing was just like those years when his brother was there - the light he radiated suddenly dimmed, and the lights on the stage gathered towards him, no one paid attention to him, no one could see him, and he became a man again. The child who played with the little train in the dark and listened to everyone's approval of the big brother.

As the son of the third son, he has never had a sense of existence in the Qu family, and has been living in disapproval. How much he hopes to be recognized and loved by his father and the world.

Qu Linggong, who was still a child, has been working hard in his own little corner, silently walking in a direction different from his brother.No one cares about him, he is not very depressed, as long as he leaves this home, he will have a wider stage, and more people will appreciate his specialness, pay attention to his excellence, and praise his talent.

However, he did not expect that one day the spotlight would shoot at him without warning—he was a little at a loss, and before he had cultivated his excellence, he was driven to the center of the stage like a duck on the shelves.Receive the scrutiny and attention from my father and the world in the beam of light...

Everyone disapproved of him, the unknown second son of the Qu family. After such a bright, dazzling, excellent and steady elder brother, who placed the family's hopes on him, suddenly left the stage, he paled in comparison to being alone.

Everyone frowned, and clicked their tongues in their mouths—lamenting that the Qu family was unlucky, the concubine succeeded to the throne, and the future was worrying...

There was a light knock on the door in the middle of the night, Qu Linggong got up and opened the door, Song Shifang gently squeezed in with a glass of milk, hesitated for a long time, and opened his lips hesitantly: "Xiao Ling, you... you Can I get the first place this time..." The mother's eyes wandered.

Qu Linggong raised his eyes to look at his mother, saw the cautious look in her eyes, and felt pity in his heart - she is the same as himself, a person with the same destiny.

"Mom, why were you willing to bring me here at that time? You don't want your title or status. If you didn't come here, the two of us would be outside. I don't know how comfortable we can live..."

Song Shifang was surprised, and then smiled wryly: "Silly boy, now you want to be free and happy, that's because you have money..."

After a pause, she continued: "Mom wants you to get better care and better resources. After all, what mom gives you is limited..." Song Shifang talked about the sad past, with tears in her eyes.

"Mom can only send you to the kind of elementary school that is divided into sections. There are all kinds of bad students, and the teacher doesn't care. A lot of children gather together to herd sheep, which delays your future——That day, Mom saw that you were beaten. His face was bruised and purple, and he made up his mind that he didn't care about anything, just let my son live well..."

The woman still had a resolute look on her face when she remembered the past.Facts have proved that she has indeed gained value by making compromises. Not only did her son get the best resources, but he also became the sole heir of the Qu family.

Gathering her spirits, Song Shifang said in relief: "Now you feel a lot of pressure because your father values ​​you and is strict with you... You are not what you used to be... Isn't it rare that he doesn't care about our mother?" Song Shifang often said this.

"Prove it to him now, so that he can feel at ease, and let the group of three aunts and six women in his family shut up... After a few months, he will go back to work. Mom will hire you the Asian King of Dance as a personal trainer—" What Song Shifang said was full of encouragement, and Qu Linggong's heart felt hot when he heard it.

☆, Ruo Ruo's silent concern

Qu Linggong forcefully memorized in class, copied notes frantically, and went straight home after school to catch up on knowledge with his tutor.Grinding his gun in front of the battle, he is unhappy and light, he is naturally quick-witted, and the results are gratifying in just one week.

However, as the exam is approaching, English and Chinese, which are cast aside by men of science and engineering all over the world, have become mountains that cannot be overcome.

Qu Linggong always wanted to put the things that are most likely to be forgotten in the last few days before the exam, but there is too much content to memorize in the first Chinese subject, and the second year of high school, and it is often - please memorize the whole text.

I have memorized all the math/operation formulas, chemical reaction equations, and physical mechanics formulas, and the midterm exam is imminent.At this time, Qu Linggong had to grasp the most difficult bone for him-language.

"Warring States Policy", "Xunzi", "Tengwang Pavilion", "Shi Shuo", and "A Fang Gong Fu" are all unintelligible, but even more terrifying than this are "Chen Qing Biao", "Red Cliff Fu", There are a bunch of texts that need to be memorized, such as "Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Liufarewell" and "Soldiers and Chariots".

Helpless, Qu Linggong had no choice but to take risks, took out a small post-it note, and wrote down the recitation paragraph that he thought would be selected in small characters...

When the language scroll was handed out, Qu Linggong was stunned. He filled in the blanks by silently writing long paragraphs, which caught him off guard.Racking my brains, I could only try my best to fill in a few lines of up and down confrontation.

——What do you have to worry about and hate to live? Silence is better than sound at this time.

——After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late to autumn.The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stones flow upwards.

Others, filling in the blanks with large sections of sentences in "Chen Qing Biao" and "Red Cliff Fu", made him frown.

Holding a small piece of paper in the cuff of the school uniform jacket with his left hand, Qu Linggong quietly raised his head to look at the invigilator, and the new chemistry teacher Xiaosu was sitting at the desk with a photobook and flipping through it leisurely.

Qu Linggong quietly withdrew his gaze, and gently put his right hand into the sleeve of his left hand...

Surrounded by the "rustling" sound of writing and writing, you can hear needles falling in the classroom.A deliberate cough made Qu Linggong tremble all over.Looking up, it turned out that Principal He was standing at the door of the classroom, beckoning Teacher Xiao Su to come out with him.Teacher Xiao Su put down the photo album embarrassingly, and followed Principal He to go out.

Qu Linggong hooked his lips into a smile, thinking that God really helped me.Taking out a small piece of paper, the tip of the pen brushed like flying.

A line of sight shot from the side, Qu Linggong's heart was shocked, he stopped writing and looked up, across the aisle, Zhang Junruo, who was sitting at the next table, was looking at him deeply.

Qu Linggong was taken aback, this kid had a grudge against him, wouldn't he seize this opportunity to report him to the invigilator?

Thinking about it again, this guy seems to have no courage.

With a flash of thought, a smirk appeared on his lips, and Qu Linggong's eyes were somewhat contemptuous and somewhat provocative.

Seizing the opportunity and continuing to bury his head in copying, he noticed Zhang Junruo was still staring at him out of the corner of his eye.

Qu Linggong frowned, and raised his head again unbearably, with a cold sharpness in his eyes - Zhang Junruo!Why are you always staring at me? !

After responding to Zhang Junruo's staring salute with fierce eyes that he thought could kill people, the other party lowered his eyelids hastily as if he was powerless to resist.

- Coward!

Qu Linggong slandered in his heart, restrained his mind, and continued to use his brush like flying...

The bell rang for the end of the exam, and the invigilator took away the paper of the last subject.Qu Linggong stretched his waist, picked up the black sports bag with one hand and was about to leave when someone grabbed his wrist from behind.

"What are you doing?" Qu Linggong struggled away.

Zhang Junruo met his eyes, with long eyelashes drooping, and said in a low voice, "Qu Linggong...I...I have something to tell you..."

"Fart, put it—!"

"……You've just……"

Qu Linggong's lips curled up, and he looked at Zhang Junruo with disdain: "You want to sue? It's too late to say anything now. What evidence do you have to prove that I cheated?"

"It's not... Qu Linggong... I want to tell you..." Zhang Junruo's eyes wandered, as if he was considering his words.

After waiting for a while and seeing nothing, Qu Linggong was very impatient: "Are you okay? Don't hinder the uncle from going home—"

As if giving up on the previous topic, Zhang Junruo sighed subtly, and changed the topic: "...tomorrow is Monday...don't forget to hand in the chemical experiment report..."

"what?"

Qu Linggong couldn't hold back, rolled his eyes, and jokingly said, "Since when did you become the class representative again? Little girl of physics ape, is she willing to make you work so hard?"

"..."

"Hey, you are really... pretending to be a three-good student here, and I won't give you a certificate—"

"..."

After all, Qu Linggong arrogantly put his sports bag on his shoulders and walked away swaggeringly.

The person left behind stood in the middle of the empty classroom, watching the person's back, and a trace of sadness gradually appeared in the dark and deep eyes...

"Hello - Ling Gong?"

"Yes, what's the matter? Yin Zi." Qu Linggong relaxed and lay on the big bed.

"Hey, it's that kid who hangs around in front of you all day, brothers want to ask if we can make a few gestures."

"Why, blocking him every day didn't work?"

"That's right. Brother said, it's a soft nail, and it's hard to handle without some hard nails."

Qu Linggong recalled the situation when Zhang Junruo reminded himself to hand in the experiment report this afternoon, no matter if it was true or not, he couldn't do it anymore, he frowned, and said, "Forget it, just continue like that for a few days, and he won't transfer to another school." I'll just bear it."

There were a few sneers from the receiver: "Yo, have you been in love for a long time? Finally moved? I heard from my buddy, that kid looks really good-looking."

"Fuck off—don't use your scripts from gay bars to trick me, this kid is so relentless in our class, he took my class class position, and squeezed me out of the school class rankings, One day, he always acted like a good boy in front of the teacher, which made me sick."

"Yo Yo, it's not sadomasochism, it's the law of the jungle. I'm blinding you two."

"Blind your mother for nothing!"

On Monday afternoon, the entire second-year faculty meets.

Lu Xinyue, the representative of the Chinese class and the study committee member, was called by "Mediterranean" to help correct the Chinese homework, and Zhang Junruo was called together.

In the empty teacher's office, Zhang Junruo was grading the homework collected this morning, subconsciously rubbing his ankle with his left hand, which was now swollen and bruised, as long as he shifted his weight to his left foot, he would feel unbearable pain.

The discomfort in his ankle and the physical exhaustion of his senior high school entrance exam review made him have a low-grade fever all day long.

Recalling the scene of being pushed and shoved down the stairs by those people yesterday at the entrance of the subway station, he couldn't help but tighten his brows.

Withdrawing his mind, he glanced at the homework books. When he turned to the black-bottom starry sky book, he couldn't help but think of the owner of the book who had been glaring at him.

Zhang Junruo felt a little turmoil in his heart, and he didn't know what made him unhappy, he seemed to hate himself... Thinking of this, his eyes dimmed a bit.

Turning to the last page, Zhang Junruo found that Qu Linggong had tripped over the same stone twice, and he handed in the same notebook as last time. The last page was written "read" in red, and there was no new content updated. .

Thinking of Teacher Yuan's vivacious look with his hips akimbo, shaking Qu Linggong's notebook, he couldn't help shaking his head.

Zhang Junruo put down the red pen in his hand, gently pulled out a ballpoint pen from the pen holder on the desk, and imitated the owner of the book's flamboyant and flamboyant font on the starry sky book...

☆, Hao wrist frost snow

As soon as the second self-study class was over, there was a sound of debugging from the speakers in the classroom without warning. Qu Linggong rested his mouth with one hand and thought listlessly: What kind of bastard won such a gold medal again? Silver award... Don't be that Zhang Junruo again... If it was really him, it would be enough for Chen Fang and Yuan Xian to brag happily for half a year...

The expected soft female voice "This is the voice of Xing Yi, this is the voice of Xing Yi" did not sound as scheduled, and was replaced by the dean's old sharp male duck voice: "Now it has been decided by the faculty meeting, to Class [-], Grade [-]——Student Qu Linggong, put forward a notice of criticism—”

"Qu Ling Gong, Class 0 and [-] of senior high school, during the mid-term exam-Chinese subject, cheated with a cheat sheet and practiced cheating. The situation has been verified. Hereby, the school publicly circulates criticism-the student's Chinese score will be scored as [-] points, and will not be included in the mid-term exam. Total score——please take the whole school as a warning—"

"We, Xingyi Private Middle School, adhere to the school-running spirit and school-running philosophy of seeking truth, progress, sincerity, and earnestness, and shoulder the sacred mission of pursuing truth, enlightening wisdom, promoting culture, and disseminating knowledge..."

It was as if a thunderbolt suddenly sounded on a sunny day, and the lightning struck Qu Linggong's head directly through the clouds. Qu Linggong didn't know how to react. He opened his eyes wide, his pupils constricted, and there was a flash of horror in his eyes.

Compared with Qu Linggong's silence, the classroom instantly became noisy like a bowl of cold water poured into a boiling oil pan.After a while, both the front door and the back door had busy people from other classes stretching their necks to look in, wanting to see how the famous Mr. Qu was doing...

On the loudspeaker, the dean was still talking about rigorous academics and seeking truth from facts——Qu Linggong, who had been stiff like a wood-plastic clay sculpture for a long time, suddenly realized something, stood up suddenly, and looked around. Staring at his classmates, he couldn't find the target person, and then, like a gust of wind and rain, there were bangs and clatters, the desks and chairs were knocked crookedly, and the sundries on the table fell down in response.

Qu Linggong rushed straight out of the front door of the classroom, and the gust of wind swept Luo Keke, who was stunned in front of the door, to the ground with the cookie stick lightly in his mouth...

Li Yun'an was stunned when he heard the broadcast during class break, even if he didn't score in Chinese, he had to report criticism to the whole school, how could his face-saving friends bear it, and his father...his father...seemed...had come back...

Thinking of this, he ran out of the classroom quickly, and as soon as he went out, his eyes blurred. Qu Linggong was only wearing a short-sleeved black T-shirt, and he swept over like a black whirlwind, and it was too late to pull it away.

"Hey - Qu Linggong -!"

The friend's stern voice calling from behind by name and surname was like a breeze blowing in Qu Linggong's ears, without any waves.

Seeing the back of Qu Linggong rushing towards the densely populated T-shaped road in the teacher's office, Li Yun'an's thoughts changed - turn left at the end of the T-shaped road to the dean's office, the principal's office, the vice-principal's office, and the right turn is the teacher's office...

Li Yun'an was terrified, and hurriedly chased after him.

Zhang Junruo held a stack of homework books and walked out of the teacher's office with a heavy expression.Just now, when Teacher Yuan was spot-checking the homework he was grading, he heard the broadcast about Qu Linggong in the teacher's office.

Teacher Yuan crossed his legs and bumped his patent leather high-heeled shoes. He looked up at Zhang Junruo, and saw his beautiful inner eyes staring round and flickering, as if he was the one who was being criticized. Want to be comforted.

"You and that kid Qu Linggong are on good terms?" There was no response, and the young man stood there in a daze, "Hey——" Teacher Yuan lamented, "Is there any way, the principal decided to kill chickens and monkeys—this is also to give him a lesson." A lesson is also a good thing—”

Teacher Yuan picked up Qu Linggong's black starry sky notebook and flipped through it: "Oh, this kid -- today's homework is pretty good..." Putting the notebook on the stack of notebooks in Zhang Junruo's hand, "This It's enough for him to bear it, and his class teacher can't spare him... When the principal played the video at the meeting, his face turned green with anger..."

Teacher Yuan Xian recalled the scene at the meeting, shook his head and said: "For the sake of writing these two questions seriously, I won't make trouble..."

Walking outside the door in a daze, Zhang Junruo remembered that he was busy correcting homework and printing materials, did not go to the bathroom for two classes, and his lower abdomen was slightly sore.He lowered his head and forgot to forget the starry sky book on the top of his hand, and the beautiful eyebrows unconsciously gathered towards the center of his forehead, thinking of going back to the classroom first, and handing out the book to everyone——when it was sent to him, he would comfort him a few words.

——What should I say?

Said that the monkey also fell from the tree one day?Tell him not to care too much?

No—he would be even angrier.

Shaking his head, Zhang Junruo found that he would be unresponsive and exhausted when he met that person...

While running, Qu Linggong looked around, searching for the figure of that person. Just as he ran to the end of the T-shaped fork, a tall light blue figure flashed from the corner of the teacher's office and appeared in the center of his sight... The man smiled slightly at this moment. With his head down, he couldn't see clearly, the dark green wall behind him made the man's cheeks paler like snow.

Zhang Junruo turned to the middle of the intersection, anxiously thinking about what to say to Qu Linggong, frowning and hesitating, suddenly sensed the danger from the corner of his eyes, raised his eyelids blankly, and met Qu Linggong who was standing not far in front of him. Ling Gong's eyes met.

In the blink of an eye, Qu Linggong, like a mad lion, rushed towards Zhang Junruo with raging anger, kicking his leg.

"Zhang Junruo—I'm fucking your mother—!"

Fortunately, it was the end of get out of class, and there was a lot of voices in the corridor, and the dean's five lectures and four beauties were still echoing throughout the corridor...

Caught off guard, his body was kicked mercilessly and flew out, his shoulder blades hit the wall behind him with a "bang", and then bounced back. The notebook in his hand was scattered on his side like fallen leaves, and Zhang Junruo fell to his knees. On the marble floor, he lowered his head and curled up his body, holding his abdomen tightly with one hand, and barely supporting the ground with the other hand, so that he would not fall to the ground...

The surroundings seemed to quickly quiet down. In the frozen air, Qu Linggong heard the short breathing with the sound of gasping coming from the kneeling Zhang Junruo.After venting his anger and kicking Zhang Junruo down with all his might, Qu Linggong also calmed down a little, straightened his body, and trembled slightly with anger.

Zhang Junruo knelt down, with his head down, unable to see any expression on his face. Qu Linggong knew that he had exhausted all his strength in this kick, so it was conceivable that Zhang Junruo was enduring the pain now.

His eyes wandered over Zhang Junruo's body, passing over the stiff body lines, the eye-catching black shoe prints on his lower abdomen, and the stretched arms, and finally stopped on Zhang Junruo's snow-white fingers that were struggling to support the floor. , unnaturally twitching slightly.

I don't know how long the silence between the two lasted. Qu Linggong heard a small moan that seemed to be held back for a long time, and finally squeezed out of his throat. Accompanied by this moan, Zhang Junruo's back trembled without warning, like a burst of strong The electric current ran through the whole body, reached the shoulders, and the shoulders trembled, and finally the trembling rolled to the bare/exposed thin white wrist...

Qu Linggong saw that the white and slender fingers convulsed suddenly, the bluish-white knuckles stood up in pain and twitched violently, and the neatly trimmed and round nails were fiercely digging at the marble floor. Suddenly lowering his head, the muscles of his whole body tensed, and an uncontrollable muffled hum rang in his ears.

"You..." Rao Qu Linggong, who had fought a lot since childhood, was a little at a loss when he encountered this situation.

He took a step forward, wanting to examine Zhang Junruo's injuries, just as he was about to lean over to help him, he saw light-colored liquid winding out from between Zhang Junruo's kneeling slender legs...

"...!"

No way? !

As if his brain had been sucked into a vacuum, Qu Linggong seemed to be frozen, and stood there in a daze, his long and narrow phoenix eyes staring at Zhang Junruo without blinking.

A person ran over from behind, Qu Linggong stared and turned around in a daze.

"Qu Linggong—! You—"

Li Yun'an rushed to Qu Linggong's side, reached out and grabbed his shoulder, just about to say a few words of persuasion, but was momentarily speechless by the scene in front of him.

Two eye-catching tall teenagers stood motionless in front of Zhang Junruo like two sculptures.

I don't know how many minutes and seconds passed, a group of girls behind the two were chattering from far to near, with curiosity and inquiry in their tone.

"Over there are the third class Qu Ling Gong and our class Yun'an, right?"

"What are you doing standing there stupidly?"

"Yifei, hurry up, let's go over and have a look..."

Two tall bodies covered Zhang Junruo who was kneeling on the ground.

Li Yun'an reacted first, turned around and greeted the crowd.Stepping forward quickly, waving to attract everyone's attention, first showing everyone a signature smile, and then saying hello to a few familiar faces in the crowd: "Hey Xiaoyue, Lin Shu, Feng Beiyao, I have something to do with you... ah , you are Fang Yifei, the third class flower! And you, Luo Keke. I've always wanted to ask you about the underground band—"

"I have a few performance tickets for underground bands here, I wonder if you are interested..."

"Yes!" The girls replied excitedly in unison.

Li Yun'an raised his hand to wipe his sweat without any trace, and coaxed everyone to walk away towards the classroom...

The remaining two people still stood and knelt, maintaining a weird silence...

☆, like mourning concubine

What broke the silence was a crisp door opening.

On one side of the wall, the door of the sophomore studio opened, and a handsome figure in a khaki long trench coat came out from the door.The visitor didn't notice the situation behind him, so he turned his back to Qu