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

Ling Gong and Zhang Junruo locked the door, waved a bunch of hellokitty keys, and turned around...

The man was stunned for a few seconds, looking back and forth between the standing Qu Linggong and the kneeling Zhang Junruo. smudged black shoe prints, his footsteps stagnated slightly, and then he comforted in a warm voice: "It's okay—it's okay—kicked on the stomach, right?"

Leaning down, he first patted Zhang Junruo's thin shoulders as a sign of comfort, "--it's okay--don't be afraid--the teacher will take you to the studio to have a check...to see if the injury is serious...", a gentle voice The line seems to have some kind of magical power, which instantly relieves the embarrassing scene of stalemate.

Gently stroked Zhang Junruo's armpits with both hands, and picked him up from the cold floor in one go.The light-colored liquid wetted the snow-white sweatpants, and was still dripping down the bottom of the trousers, forming a small puddle on the marble floor.

Qu Linggong saw that although Zhang Junruo had stood up, he still couldn't straighten his waist, he was arched, his steps were staggering, his left foot didn't dare to use force, and was supported by Teacher Qin, his right hand tightly covered the position of his lower abdomen, his body trembled slightly. trembling.Between the messy broken hair, cold sweat dripped on his forehead, his cheeks were as white as paper, and a trace of guilt and uneasiness flashed in his heart.

The person who came was Qin Fengmian, who taught art. He put one arm around Zhang Junruo's thin arm and the other around his waist, trying to lead him away from the T-shaped intersection where teachers and students come and go.

But with a little effort, Zhang Junruo cried out in pain, Teacher Qin had no choice but to support him for a while, wait for his pain to ease, and then continue to move towards the studio in small steps.

Looking back at Qu Linggong who was still in a daze, Teacher Qin had a headache and said sharply: "Hey classmate, you pick up the notebook on the floor and mop the floor with the mop of the water room, don't just stand there... "

"..." Qu Linggong nodded in a daze, then turned around and walked towards the water room mechanically.

When the class bell rang, Qu Linggong sat in a chair holding a stack of notebooks.

What did Li Yunan come over and say to him just now?He needs time to digest.

He glanced at the exaggerated black sports watch on his left arm. All this happened in just 10 minutes between classes?

Why does he feel that it has been a long time.

Qu Linggong carefully chewed everything Li Yun'an said to him just now.

"Are you in the sixth class of the senior one?"

"Um……"

"Grade [-] is my cousin Lan Ke's class!"

"Um……"

"He often complained to me that the parents of several students in his class were very perverted and strongly demanded to turn on the cameras in the classroom—so that they can control the children's movements in all directions—"

"...!"

"Those cameras can be viewed with mobile phone software, and now the principal treats Lan Ke's class as a key experimental class..."

"..."

The head teacher, Chen Fang, arrived as scheduled, wrapped in anger, and Qu Linggong was called to the front row of the classroom without exception, to meet Chen Fang's anger and resentment.He stared at Mr. Chen's slack mouth muscles, and his dark red thin lips moved back and forth, but he couldn't hear a complete sentence clearly.

——Principal... meeting... video... embarrassing...

Back and forth a few sentences and words, his head was buzzing, his eyes stared blankly at the seat where his eyes had stopped countless times, the place was empty at this moment...

Zhang Junruo will be fine... Qu Linggong thought in a daze.

Chen Fang didn't know when he finished training him, and he couldn't remember when he returned to his seat.His cold fingers subconsciously reached into the desk, searching for that little thing, the thing that had always given him support and comfort.

No?

Qu Linggong's eyes were red, and there was a look of sadness in his eyes.

Did that person leave him too?

Yes, I should have had enough of him...

Who else would like a ruffian who cheated on exams and kicked innocent classmates...

Zhang Junruo's magnetic voice echoed in his mind.

"Qu Linggong...I...I have something to tell you..."

"Qu Linggong... Tomorrow is Monday... Don't forget to hand in the chemistry lab report..."

Qu Linggong inserted his slender fingers into his messy hair, and buried his head deeply in his arms.

After being reminded by Luo Keke, Qu Linggong found a stack of physics homework books on his desk, and suddenly remembered something, a bleak smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he realized with a little despair that today's bloody storm is not over yet, and he Forgot to write the physics homework in class, and Yuan Xian hasn't killed the teacher to ask the crime...

With a cold snort in his nose, Qu Linggong thought to himself: Come on, let's come together, you won't worry if you have too many debts, and you won't itch if you have too many lice.

Handing other people's notebooks to Luo Keke, leaving only his own starry sky notebook, he waited for Yuan Xian's master with broken jars.

Teacher Yuan Xian is here, but he just took up a few minutes of self-study class time, explaining the problems in the homework to everyone, and then slammed on his patent leather high heels, and headed home at lightning speed.

Qu Linggong guessed whether Yuan Xian fell in love or converted to Buddhism, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a good mood to let himself go.Inadvertently flipping through the starry sky book, I was also stunned.

Although these few questions try to imitate his handwriting, Qu Linggong can tell at a glance that the places where he uses the brush with force are different from his... Who can change things under the nose of the physics teacher and hide the old position?

Surprised, the answer was ready to come out - the representative of the physics class - Zhang Junruo.

Holding the notebook, Qu Linggong felt that his fingertips were trembling uncontrollably. He asked himself——Qu Linggong, what are you doing?

The day before yesterday, all kinds of bad deeds of myself flashed back quickly.

——eat—soft—rice—of.

--what?Good dogs don't get in the way.

——Zhang Junruo, you are so sick.

——No need to call, just trouble him, it’s best to let him transfer schools quickly.

——Hey, you are really... so worried about the cat star people...

——Pretend to be a three-good student here, and I won't give you a certificate...

"Ah——" Qu Linggong felt his heart throbbing, and his internal organs twitched.Unable to sit still anymore, he rushed out of the back door of the classroom like a gust of wind.Only a room full of surprised eyes remained.

The door of the sophomore studio was locked tightly.Teacher Qin and Zhang Junruo have disappeared.

Qu Linggong stood in front of the studio, turning the handle back and forth in vain.It seems unwilling to give up.

Someone passed by behind, and the footsteps stopped behind him.

"Are you looking for Teacher Qin?"

When I turned my head to look, it was Xiao Yitian, the new physical education teacher.

"Where did Teacher Qin go?"

"He seems to have a family dinner this afternoon, and wants to meet the woman's parents." For some reason, Qu Linggong noticed that when Xiao Yitian said this, there was a smirk that seemed to be absent from the corner of his mouth.

"Did you have something to do with him?" Xiao Yitian asked.

"Did Mr. Qin go by himself, or...or with a student...?" Qu Linggong muttered.

"Ah——I took a student with me, and asked me to tell the head teacher of Class [-] that the student was not feeling well, so I asked him to take a leave of absence, and he happened to drop by to send him back... Are you from Class [-]? "

"Hmm... Teacher Xiao, have you seen that student? How is he?"

"It's your good friend... I didn't pay much attention at the time, but I remember that my face was pale, and it really seemed that I was not feeling well..."

Hearing this, Qu Linggong frowned slightly, with sad eyes, "Oh... I see, thank you teacher..."

Xiao Yitian looked at the back of Xiao Se, a boy with his head drooping and a look of despair, looking like a concubine, and couldn't help laughing.

——It’s good to be young, to have an inexplicable affection for someone, sometimes sad, sometimes like a spring breeze, the corners of the eyes and brows are full of drama, every day is like a roller coaster, worrying about gains and losses, this feeling is really worth remembering...

Once upon a time, I also cared about someone like this.Thinking of this, he looked up at the house number of "Secondary Senior Studio", turned around and walked away...

☆、Wechat tease~

Back home, Qu Linggong slumped on the big soft bed, hugging his knees in a daze.

Already ready for a new round of turbulent waves, it turns out that my father, who has not returned to China for a long time, is busy with work and has no time to follow up on his studies, and being criticized by the whole school has been eagerly guarded by his son. The mother who tried her best to prove that her son was no worse than the eldest son secretly suppressed it.

Qu Linggong thought: That's fine, at least when the Dong Chuang incident happens, I still have some time to breathe and adjust.

Zhang Junruo - Qu Linggong fell into deep thought after chanting this three-character incantation.How should I face Zhang Junruo?

Zhang Junruo didn't show up the next day, just like Qu Mingfeng, they gave Qu Linggong enough time.

But this blank time made Qu Linggong restless and unbearable.

Qu Linggong's anxious eyes were stuck between the empty tables and chairs countless times, as if he was going to burn a hole there.There are all kinds of bad results in the head.

Will Zhang Junruo be seriously injured by being kicked by himself, his internal organs ruptured or something, and he is currently being rescued in the hospital.

Will Zhang Junruo sue himself for intentional injury?

Campus bullying will be expelled from school.

Maybe it will be a hot search - the second son of the Qu family bullied others and bullied his classmates, causing him serious injuries...

Thinking about it better, even if Zhang Jun doesn't pursue this matter, can his parents let him go easily?Zhang Junruo was kicked like that by himself...

After a day of distraction, until the bell rang after school, Qu Linggong didn't wait for the parents who came to Xingshi to question him, the news of Zhang Junruo's critical illness, or the siren of the police car.

After tidying up my sundries, I heard Yan Su, the sports committee member, say casually: "I don't know if Zhang Junruo will come tomorrow? I want to ask him if he can apply for the high jump and long-distance running in the autumn sports meeting... No one applies for it every year. In the end, it seems like I am the sports committee. It's like holding the class back."

Luo Keke's crisp voice sounded: "I asked him in the group, and he said he had a cold, so I'll have a look tomorrow. Junjun bounces really well, so high jumps should be fine, I don't know about long-distance running."

"That's right, that's right, I just wanted to ask him if he was good at playing basketball. Girls, it's up to you. Who will compete with Luo Keke when I come out—" Yan Su said to Luo Keke naively laugh.

"Ahahaha..." Luo Keke's hearty and bold laughter resounded in the classroom.

Qu Linggong rushed to Luo Keke in three steps and two steps in parallel.

"What are you doing?" Luo Keke was taken aback.

"What group, give me..."

Luo Keke reacted for a moment, then replied: "Class group, you are inside."

Qu Linggong has always been disdainful to talk about the WeChat group formed by Luo Keke called "One branch of red apricot leaves shift 3", and has adjusted the message Do Not Disturb mode early.

Quickly took out the phone, opened the WeChat group, and scrolled through dozens of messages, only to find the chat history between Luo Keke and a head portrait full of bright constellations in the starry sky.

——@星空君君, are you still in class today?

——Caught a cold, see the situation tomorrow.

——Oh, then you have a good rest, (*^__^*)

--Okay thank you.

Got a cold?

Zhang Junruo's sentence of "catching a cold" reveals a considerable amount of information, at least all the predictions that Qu Linggong was worried about during the day will not happen.It was obvious that Zhang Junruo didn't want to make this incident a big deal, and he was helping him to cover it up.

After thinking about it again, no, no, if Zhang Jun is not helping him to cover up, but is helping himself to cover up, he was kicked into such an embarrassing situation by his own foot, of course he didn't want to make the city full of storms, everyone knows...

But no matter what, if Zhang Junruo chose to endure in silence, he would always owe him more.

By coincidence, Qu Linggong clicked on Zhang Junruo's avatar, clicked add to address book, and the words "I am Qu Linggong" popped up automatically in the verification column.

Thinking about it—apologize first.

After sending the verification message, the teenager anxiously watched the 5-inch mobile phone screen, and the seconds seemed like years.

At the dinner table, the absence of his father made Qu Linggong even more unscrupulous. He picked up a shrimp in his mouth and stared at the dark phone screen.Song Shifang looked at it and shook her head again and again, sighing.

The reminder of the WeChat message sounded - the shriek of a cat.

Qu Linggong hurriedly pushed the cup and stopped, holding up the phone with both hands, a WeChat interface came into view, it was a chat message, the avatar from the Stockholm port under the sunset - Li Yun'an.

Qu Linggong was a little disappointed, typing silently with a shrimp tail in her mouth.

--What's up?

——It's okay, just take care of you. (Smile)

--(sweat)

——Your dad didn't make things difficult for you, did he?

——I don’t have time to take care of me right now.

--Oh, all right. (smile) I went to play ball

——Wait a minute, do you have Zhang Junruo's WeChat account?

--Yes, I have.you want?

--never mind……

--What's wrong?

——Go and play ball! (crazy)

--(sweat)

Qu Linggong became inexplicably jealous of Li Yun'an, the relationship between Yun'an and Zhang Junruo was harmonious and natural, much better than his classmate.Thinking of my hypocritical attitude some time ago, I was as despicable and nasty as a local snake who took over the mountain and bullied the newcomers.

Watching the mobile phone until late at night, the avatar in the class group who was as taciturn as the master didn't send a single word.

In sleep, like the montage technique of a movie, unrelated pictures are spliced ​​together frame by frame.

——In the sultry and gloomy afternoon, there was lightning outside the classroom, and the cheeks as pale as snow rose awe-inspiringly.

——Looking at the slender figure of the man, the man inadvertently looked back at himself.

——Someone grabbed his wrist, turned around and it was him, Lang Run's voice called him: "Qu Linggong..."

——In the corridor, the wet white sweatpants, the corners of the trousers dripping with water, the man's forehead dripping with cold sweat, and his face as pale as paper...

——On the velvet blue satin curtain, there are bright and shining constellations, under the starry sky, the man turned around, facing himself...

Qu Linggong quietly opened his eyes, and the early morning light shone through the printed curtains, covering the bedroom with a layer of golden pink.

Jumped up from the bed, grabbed the phone, and waited anxiously for the WeChat page to open——for the first time, Qu Linggong found the little man standing in front of the blue earth so annoying.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up", he urged unconsciously.

The chat page was switched, and there was nothing new except Tencent News... Qu Linggong was overwhelmed by deep disappointment early in the morning.

Qu Linggong comforted himself, if someone made things difficult for you and kicked you indiscriminately, they would probably be blocked immediately after adding WeChat.

Hey - this is really - not the beginning of a good story -

As for what wonderful story Qu Linggong wanted to develop with Zhang Junruo subconsciously, he himself didn't know it at the time.

☆, Hu is not happy when I see a gentleman

As soon as Qu Linggong stepped into the classroom, he saw a familiar figure already sitting safely at the desk, with a book of senior two Chinese language spread out on the paper, the person rested his chin on one hand, and read it carefully.

As if he was afraid of disturbing him, Qu Linggong unconsciously relaxed his movements, slowly opened the chair and sat down, feeling his cheeks were slightly hot - that person still hadn't passed his friend verification...

Mr. Qu, who was rarely rejected, rested his head on the table.

Today is Chinese early self-study, Lu Xinyue led everyone to recite poems.Lu Xinyue said softly: "Everyone close the book, and I will ask some students to recite poems."

"Fang Yifei, the zither has fifty strings for no reason."

"One String and One Pillar Think of the Year of China."

"Luo Keke, Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies."

"Wangdi Chunxin entrusts the cuckoo."

Lu Xinyue took a peek at Qu Linggong who was lying on the desk in a dying posture.

He cleared his throat in a low voice: "Qu Linggong, the boundless trees are rustling."

Qu Linggong raised a pair of blurred eyes: "Yingri lotus is rolling red."

——Rolling Red——Ahahahahaha——There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

Heads turned to him one by one, giggling.

Qu Linggong found that the person who often looked back at him didn't respond...

Whether it's contempt or ridicule, recently he has become used to being stopped and watched by everyone, but he is not used to the feeling of being ignored.

Although Zhang Junruo was very annoyed before, he always looked back at him, but now, the side by the window is as calm as a deep pool, sitting silently.

Qu Linggong found out sadly——he was included in Zhang Junruo's no-contact list.No - it should be - there is no list.

Mr. Qu, who has always been good at playing handsome and cool, found himself playing Baolai today, and he didn't have to go offline.

After class, Nie Shuhai wiped his forehead with a blue check handkerchief, frowned and said, "Okay, Qu Linggong, you recovered from the criticism very quickly. Let me say something, and you will follow up."

Luo Keke covered her mouth and whispered, "I think he picked it up pretty well, it's good for memory."

After Nie Shuhai left, Luo Keke ran to the seat in front of Qu Linggong, and teased, "Qu Linggong, if you don't dance street dance, you have a new direction in life?"

Qu Linggong was depressed: "What direction?"

"Jin Happy Twist. You must be responsible for your appearance."

"..."

The whole morning, I spent all my treasures, how could I make everyone burst into laughter, that person——Zhang Junruo, didn't even turn to him.

During the lunch break, Zhang Junruo got up silently as usual, and followed the flow of people to the door.At this time, Qu Linggong, who was pretending to be asleep, quietly raised his eyes...

Qu Linggong was thankful that he didn't wear the limited pair of running shoes specially made for athletes, otherwise he would be easily spotted following Zhang Junruo climbing the stairs.

Zhang Junruo tried his best to maintain a natural walking posture at first, but when he got close to the top floor, he no longer concealed it, and shifted all his weight to one foot.This also verified Qu Linggong's conjecture that his left foot was injured.

It was the first time that Qu Linggong knew that there was such a world on the top floor of the teaching building. The beige marble-paved jogging platform was connected to a sky-blue swing door. Zhang Junruo pushed the small door with ease and disappeared behind the door.

Qu Linggong stood behind the swing door, thinking blankly for a long time—why did he follow Zhang Junruo.

A few indecent words flashed through my mind - peeping tom, stalker, perversion...

Qu Linggong frowned and thought for a moment, and found a reasonable explanation for his behavior - to apologize to Zhang Junruo.

After finding such a justified reason, Qu Linggong gained confidence and pushed open the swing door with one hand.

What greets the eyes is a wider and more open scene. The roof of the five-story teaching building can be seen at a glance. Standing on the unobstructed roof, the refreshing and cool breeze of autumn is blowing, which makes people feel refreshed.The field of view is wide, and you can see the hibiscus flowers and trees beside the plastic playground, and a few osmanthus trees are also dyed a soft yellow.

Inside the campus, a few scattered students were chasing each other on the playground; outside the campus, there was a constant flow of traffic on the highway, rows of high-rise buildings in the distance, and a busy flow of people on the commercial street.

I have to praise the headmaster for his brilliance in choosing the site for the school. Standing on the roof and looking at the scene outside the school, it is like standing in the last paradise of Eden surrounded by industrial civilization.

——Where is Zhang Junruo?

Qu Linggong looked around every corner of the rooftop, and the only thing that could be hidden was a concrete building with a different peak in the northwest.It will be over there, Qu Linggong thought to himself.Wei Wei was a little hesitant, and like a cat, she quietly approached there, and Wei Wei poked her head out.

Even Qu Linggong, who used to be flattered by others, couldn't help being startled.Zhang Junruo is on the other side of the wall, sitting leaning against the wall, his posture is indescribably handsome and elegant, he leans his head against the wall, and closes his beautifully shaped eyes, the folds of inner eyelids are clearly exposed come out.

One hand rests on the bent knee, holding a box of strawberry milk in the hand, and the other hand gently presses the silver earphone by the ear with two slender and white fingers.

The snow-white earphone cable is winding around his body, the breeze blows slightly long bangs, the snow-white cheeks glow with a faint white jade luster, and the slender eyelashes tremble slightly like a pair of wings when viewed from the side...

Qu Linggong felt his cheeks heat up, he wanted to shrink his head, and contradictoryly wanted to look at it for a while.

It was like suddenly opening up and entering a new world.He suddenly understood the girls' support and preferential treatment for Zhang Junruo. He had never thought that Zhang Junruo was so beautiful, so good-looking...

The rationalizations he found for himself were useless, and Qu Linggong quietly left Zhang Junruo's territory.Shaking his head at the swing door, as if trying to get the haunting picture out of his mind, Qu Linggong rushed back to the classroom in one breath to get his nutritious meal that had cooled down.

Before the class bell rang in the afternoon, Qu Linggong accurately detected Zhang Junruo's figure like a radar.Without moving his head, his eyes followed him all the way to his seat.

His mind was full of Zhang Junruo's business.If Zhang Jun is listening to some music so fascinated, it must be different from the style of music he likes.Definitely not dance music.

——Zhang Junruo loves to drink strawberry milk!The kind of sweet to death.He dedicates the strawberry milk that goes with the nutritious meals to the girls in the front and back seats. They will still gain weight after drinking it. Why not give it to Zhang Junruo in the future to see how thin he is.

——What other hobbies does Zhang Junruo have besides playing basketball?What movie do you like?Do you want to play games?If you play, you can form a team with him, fight monsters and upgrade together...

Really wanted to know more, wanted to see the contents of Zhang Junruo's circle of friends, Qu Linggong felt anxious for a while.

In physics class, Yuan Xian repeated his old trick and left a homework.After class, Zhang Junruo, the physics class representative, went door-to-door to collect notebooks as usual.With a swipe of his brush, Qu Linggong finished writing early, waiting for Zhang Junruo to approach.

Zhang Junruo lowered his eyelids halfway, and saw that there was no familiar starry sky book on Qu Linggong's desk, so he skipped him and went directly to collect the homework of the students in the back seat.

Qu Linggong was stunned. His original plan was to talk to Zhang Junruo a few more words to ease the atmosphere before he put the Starry Sky Book on the desk.It's like fans want to sign autographs, but they just want to interact with their idols.Qu Linggong, who thought he had a strong sense of presence, was filled with righteous indignation when Zhang Junruo jumped over him so calmly.

Zhang Junruo turned around, collected everyone's homework, hesitated for a moment, then walked to Qu Linggong silently, "Physics homework..."

Qu Linggong pretended not to hear.

"Physics homework..." The volume was only slightly louder than before.

"Are you talking to me?" Qu Linggong looked at him leisurely.

"right……"

"Oh, I thought you were talking to air."

Zhang Junruo: "..."

Offer the homework book with both hands, and put it on top of Zhang Junruo's stack of books.

Without staying for a moment, Zhang Junruo turned around and left.

Qu Linggong thought wistfully, he probably really hates me.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Mr. Qu looked out the window at the slowly receding buildings and street trees.When school is over, the car does not drive fast, and keeps pace with the car in front.

Qu Linggong recalled the scene of seeing Zhang Junruo on the rooftop today, his eyes were fascinated.

The gentle autumn wind was blowing on the young man's face, and there was a trace of coolness. The beautiful eyes that had looked at him were gently closed, and the slender eyelashes were almost transparent under the noon sun.

Just one face-to-face is like a quiet painting, revealing an ethereal beauty.

Zhang Junruo...he is really good-looking.What kind of feeling would it be if those shiny eyes suddenly opened and stared at him deeply.

Qu Linggong was amazed by the charming picture in his brain, and the lake in his heart was full of ripples.

"Master, is that from your school?" asked the driver, Master Yu.

Interrupted from his daydream, Qu Ling looked forward to the subway entrance.

"..." Five very bad-looking young men who killed Matt surrounded a boy who was wearing the Xingyi Middle School Qingbaiyun school uniform.At this moment, the boy has been pushed down by one of the strong and burly youths, surrounded by several pairs of legs.

The man was raising his foot, hesitating whether to kick it or not... Seeing this, the other four people also stepped forward and closed the encirclement...

☆, put on a small vest

"I wipe!"

Asking Yinzi's people to trouble Zhang Junruo about this matter, he forgot, completely forgot.

Qu Linggong directly opened the door and jumped out of the car.

In the evening rush hour, the speed of the car was comparable to that of a turtle, so Master Yu hurriedly stopped the car when he saw this.

Qu Linggong sprinted for two steps with long legs, but there was a row of short trees and green belts between the expressway and the subway entrance.The bushes are too wide to walk through.He could only run a few steps forward along the green belt, looking anxiously at the subway entrance while running.

A white Accord turned around at the subway entrance and stopped next to the group of delinquent youths.A man in a khaki windbreaker got out of the car.Long legs stepped forward and pushed the muscular Shamat youth away, shouting something with a mobile phone in his hand, as if warning them—he was going to call the police.

Qu Linggong stopped in his tracks, he knew that person—it was Qin Fengmian, who taught art.

Someone came to help the young man who was lying on his side on the ground. The young man staggered and dared not touch the ground with his left foot. The injury on his ankle was obviously worse than when he was seen today.

The school uniform, which was clear and white, was already mottled, and the black footprints reflected the snow-white face, which was very dazzling.Qu Linggong remembered that he had also left a black shoe print on that snow-white and light blue body, but today, the stains on this person's body are also his own masterpiece...

Just like a drop of ink dripping into a glass of pure water, or a footprint on a piece of fresh snow, he felt that he had defiled that tranquility and innocence, and felt that he was heinous.

My heart starts to hurt.

He subconsciously stroked his heart, and watched Qin Fengmian help Zhang Junruo into the Accord car...

"Young master, get in the car." Master Yu drove the car to Qu Linggong's side, poked his head out and said.

"..." Qu Linggong silently turned around and got into the car.

Back home, Qu Linggong sat at the dining table without saying a word, with a blank expression.Song Shifang patted the child's head, wondering: "Don't you have a fever?" She turned to Aunt Zhou: "Sister Zhou, my hands are hot, did you feel that Xiao Ling has a fever?"

Qu Linggong seemed to have just understood the conversation between the two of them, and he responded slowly: "I'm tired and have no appetite. I'm going back to my room."

In the restaurant, Aunt Zhou and Song Shifang looked at each other in astonishment. Aunt Zhou comforted her and said, "My child is under a lot of pressure from studying and has a heavy psychological burden. His test scores will drop after a few days. Let him adjust. I will make it for him when he is hungry at night."

Song Shifang nodded, her eyes full of pity.

Qu Linggong was lost in front of the desk for a while.He took out his phone and dialed a number.

On the other side of the receiver, jazz music was playing in the background, and Yin Zi's incoherent voice sounded: "What orders does Master Qu have?"

"Give me the card number, and don't look for him again. Don't appear in front of him again!"

Yin Zi broke out into a cheap laugh when he heard this: "Ahahahaha, do you feel bad? Are you really a couple? I wrote your script, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense. Give me the card number quickly."

Yin Zi said quietly: "Okay, okay, it really is the young master's temper. From the beginning, I just didn't like people anyway. If I like them, it's like a shepherd dog. No one can touch my little sheep..."

"Shut up you!"

"I'll ask Master Qu if you've made up your mind? You're both a class grass and a school grass. You don't want the ranking of this flower or that grass?"

Qu Linggong heard the banter and sarcasm in Yin Zi's tone, and felt embarrassing on his face.Things have changed over time, and he just felt very ridiculous when he heard the ranking at the moment, so he quickly cursed and hung up the phone.

For young people, the maturity of the mind is easy.

This day's dinner is the Suzhou cuisine that Aunt Zhou is best at. Aunt Zhou is from a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. According to the season, I made some spring cakes, summer cakes, autumn cakes, and winter sugar, and served Song Shifang with Keemun black tea for afternoon tea. Both mother and son looked at Aunt Zhou with special respect. When Qu Mingfei was not at home, the three of them sat at the same table Have a meal.

On the mahogany table, there are Wuxi pork ribs, squirrel mandarin fish, Gusu stewed duck, steamed cabbage rolls, and a cup of pickled bamboo shoots... Qu Linggong was a little unhappy looking at the table of his favorite food today. dull.

Song Shifang put a shining red spare rib in Qu Linggong's bowl, and lamented, "Eat more, grow more meat, and wait for the test results..." Her voice choked up at this point... Aunt Zhou Hearing this is also a sigh.

"Wait for the exam results..."

As soon as his mother reminded him, Qu Linggong realized that he still had a double injury to his body and mind waiting for him.A long and thin object flashed through my mind, which was said to have been passed down by the ancestors of the Qu family.In Qu Lingjin's time, he had never seen it before. It seemed that he was specially invited out of the mountain to educate him.

Qu Linggong's whole body trembled, and he couldn't help chewing a few pieces of ribs desperately.

In the evening, Qu Linggong was fiddling with the idle mobile phone in his hand, as if looking at Zhang Junruo with a vest.What would you like to name it?To be harmless to humans and animals, to make people defenseless...

——Little Mimi?too childish.

——Little Mengmeng?digusting.

——Sweetie?Qu Linggong, what's wrong with you?

After much deliberation, I thought of the joke I casually said in the morning self-study - Yingri lotus blooming red.

Blessed to the soul, Qu Linggong is matched with the favorite portrait of middle-aged and elderly women-a pool of gorgeous lotus.The verification said - Zhang Junruo, I am your teacher.

Not long after the application was sent, I saw Zhang Junruo's reply.

Teacher Zhou?

Having no other choice, Qu Linggong hurriedly replied——yes.Verification finally passed.Qu Linggong grinned, revealing a canine tooth.Just as he was about to check out Zhang Junruo's circle of friends, the wechat notification sounded.

Xingkong: Teacher Zhou, long time no see. You have registered on WeChat.

Yingri Lotus: Yes. (Smile)

Xing Kong: Are you in good health?

Yingri Lotus: Very good. (Smile)

Xingkong: Are Sakura and Xiaopeng alright?

Yingri Lotus: They are all very good.

Qu Linggong frowned, if this awkward conversation continued, he would be ruined.

Before Zhang Junruo sent another message, Qu Linggong hurriedly typed: It's too late, I'm disturbing your rest, we'll talk another day.

A message came from the other side: Mr. Zhou, rest early. (Good night)

Qu Linggong looked at the small WeChat expression from Zhang Junruo on the screen of the phone - under the dark blue starry sky, the little rabbit pulled the lamp to cover the quilt, and suddenly thought Zhang Junruo - very cute.

Qu Linggong clicked on Zhang Junruo's circle of friends and found that there was nothing special in it.

A few random photos of magnolias in full bloom, wild cosmos growing in the grass, and photos of standing on the roof overlooking the campus, without any words, and there is a song - "The Light Chaser" ".

Qu Linggong put on the earphones, lay on the bed, and clicked the play button.A soft and pleasant female voice sounded:

--If

——You are the fireworks on the sea

- I am the foam of the spray

- at a certain moment

- your light illuminates me

--If

——You are a distant galaxy

——It’s so dazzling that you want to cry

- I am chasing your eyes

——Always look at the night sky when I am alone

Looking at the head portrait of Zhang Junruo Xingkong, something softened in my heart...

The next day, Qu Linggong stared at Zhang Junruo without blinking.A slender catkin dangled in front of her eyes.

"Young Master Qu, what are you thinking?"

Qu Linggong looked up and saw that it was Luo Keke, and a few words floated out by accident, "The flowers of Mu Furong... are about to bloom..."

He probably thought that if the hibiscus flowers on the edge of the playground bloomed, there would definitely be updates in Zhang Junruo's circle of friends.

Luo Keke's obsidian-like eyes widened, his jaw dropped to the ground in astonishment.Looking back at Fang Yifei, who was standing aside, she spread her hands, meaning——what?Fang Yifei glanced at Qu Linggong, then grabbed Luo Keke, "Keke, let's go, buy water with me."

Study committee member Lu Xinyue came back from the teacher's office, holding a large stack of Chinese rolls, and called Zhang Junruo at the front door: "Zhang Junruo, Teacher Yuan told you to go."

Zhang Junruo agreed, put down the book in his hand, and went out.

"Qu - Ling - Gong -"

Qu Linggong followed the prestige, and there was Du Xinfei, the sports committee member of the second class, standing at the door.

Du Xinfei said: "Our class will be physical education in the next class. Teacher Xiao didn't come, so we changed to physical exercise. It just so happens that your class is physical exercise. Our class will have a football match."

As soon as Qu Linggong heard it, he regained his energy and couldn't dance street dance. The motor cells in his whole body were on the verge of death.

"OK, OK!" Qu Linggong happily agreed.

"Hurry up and find the guys in your class to change their uniforms! I'll see you on the court at 3:45."

Qu Linggong searched around, but Han Guangyu and Ma Zhiyuan were not in the classroom, so he didn't know where they went.

He rushed out of the classroom like a galloping horse, and ran towards the locker in the corridor—thinking about changing into his red jersey first.

There was a figure walking towards us from a distance in the corridor. Qu Linggong was so anxious that he didn't pay attention to look at it. He ran towards the locker. The limited edition nailed running shoes hit the marble floor with a loud sound. Through the corridor.

In a blink of an eye, he passed by that person, and for a moment, the figure of that person flashed in the corner of his eye. Qu Linggong felt that something was wrong, so he stopped and looked back.

The man froze on the spot without moving, and for some reason, half of the stack of rolls in his hand fell to the ground...

It's Zhang Junruo...

Qu Linggong had already recognized the figure of the man at this time, and he was also stunned for a few seconds.

What's up with him?

His eyes shifted to the rolls of paper scattered on the floor, and he hurriedly stepped forward two steps, wanting to bend down to help him pick them up, but saw that Zhang Junruo also seemed to wake up from a daze, and immediately squatted down to pick up the rolls.

From behind Zhang Junruo, Qu Linggong watched silently as he grabbed the rolls of paper in a panic, stuffed them into his arms indiscriminately, got up hastily, and walked away.

He stood there in a daze, with mixed emotions in his heart, very uncomfortable, because he saw——Zhang Junruo's hand picking up the roll of paper was trembling slightly.

—he was afraid of himself.

☆, observe in secret

It turned out that he was so afraid of himself that he would tremble.There was a sense of sadness and bitterness in my heart that I had never felt before.

If Zhang Jun was afraid of him, Qu Linggong could understand the reason. He also ran towards him angrily like before, and then...kicked him down.

Zhang Junruo is gentle and polite, he is not the kind of student who fights and causes trouble, he is used to such scenes, he will naturally be afraid.

Qu Linggong never considered what consequences his impulsiveness would cause to others, maybe it was just like what his father said, he was such an ignorant and extremely vicious person.Thinking of this, Qu Linggong felt no interest while carrying the red ball uniform.

"I said Ling'er, why are you so weak in kicking the ball, do you need to buy you a Snickers bar? Sister Ling." Teammate Ma Zhiyuan joked.

"roll--"

Zhang Junruo's thin back and trembling fingers dangled in front of his eyes, making his heart ache and he couldn't concentrate...

A week later, the results of all subjects in the mid-term exam were sent out. Although Qu Linggong scored zero in Chinese, he was the first in the class in mathematics, 12th in the grade, and passable in physics and chemistry. He did not become the last of the grade One, not even the last in the class, but the ranking in the big list is also floating downstream.

When he pushed open the entrance door, Qu Linggong felt that the black iron door weighed over a thousand catties today. In the autumn evening, the lights were not turned on in the huge living room, and the afterglow of the setting sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the figure sitting on the sofa. In the golden warm tone, the side face still presents the coldness and indifference like a layer of severe frost.

Qu Linggong heaved a sigh of relief, Zhang Junruo's figure appeared in his mind for some reason at this time... It somehow made him relax a lot, and somewhere in his heart felt that everything was atonement to Zhang Junruo.He shrugged his shoulders, took steps calmly, walked into the living room, into the center of the hurricane...

On the second day after the big list was released, Qu Linggong did not come to school, listening to teacher Chen Fang