Double A sequelae

When Qi Jue returned to the class, it was almost noon, and the school uniform on the table was completely dry. He pulled up his collar and put it on, ignoring the curious and puzzled eyes of the whole class.

Jian Fan stopped writing, looked at him, and said mockingly, "Flying around in the sky and then coming back?"

"Yeah, I'm back," Qi Jue said with a gruff smile, "I haven't seen you all morning, did my deskmate miss me?"

He sat firmly, and had no intention of moving the desk back to class one.

Jian Fan guessed that he had spent the whole morning with the director, and now he must have let go and stayed in Class [-] for the time being.

He squinted at Qi Jue, and looked at him with stupid eyes, "From a top class to the last class, Qi Xueba, are you out of your mind?"

"My mind is full of you," Qi Jue said half-truthfully, "Do you feel sick?"

As he was talking, he suddenly turned his head away, looked at Jian Fan's question and said, "How about doing the question? Don't ask me, Xueba will teach you."

Jian Fan took a deep look at him, took the test paper out of his hand, and said coldly: "Get away, don't hinder me from doing the questions."

Qi Jue's hand was empty, and he made an aggrieved expression: "You are ruthless at the same table."

Jian Fan didn't look at him, and worked on the questions on his own. He left too much homework, so he had to make up quickly.

Qi Jue stared at him for a while, but didn't bother him, and swiped his phone aside.As school was approaching, Song Yu sent a message.

——Brother Jue, where are we going to eat later?go out?

- not to go.

——Don’t you hate restaurant meals the most?

—Who told you I was going to a restaurant for dinner?

——? ? ?

——I want to eat with my tablemate, don't be a light bulb.

When did Brother Jue have such a good relationship with him at the same table?

Song Yu expressed a little confusion, stared at his brother's news for a while, and finally went to find out in person after school.

Jian Fan kept working on the questions without raising his head. Qi Jue turned on his phone, a little bored, found Jian Fan's QQ, and sent a smiling face.

"Qi Jue," Jian Fan's cell phone rang in the table hole, stopped writing, looked at the screen and said, "Are you fucking sick!"

With such a short distance, if you insist on sending QQ messages, how fucking free is this?

Qi Jue: "It's not that I didn't dare to call you because I was afraid of disturbing your study. Look, you are caring at the same table."

Jian Fan looked at him coldly: "Say, what's the matter?"

Qi Jue: "It's nothing, I just want to call you."

Jian Fan: "..."

He looked at Qi Jue's open collar, and stood up abruptly. The wooden table and stools slid across the floor, making harsh noises. Jian Fan said impatiently, "Go, go out and fight."

The noisy voices of the whole class stopped abruptly, and they all turned their heads. Looking at Jian Fan, Wang Suo took a breath, patted Li Desheng on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Lao Li, do you feel that Lao Bai? Recently, he has become scarier than Qi Xueba."

It's so fucking cold, like an ice cube.

Because of his nervousness and excitement, Wang Suo completely forgot that Li Desheng was still sleeping, and by the time he realized it, it was too late.

Li Desheng raised his head from the crook of his arms, the hair on his forehead was raised like a chicken coop, there was a red mark on his dark face, the knuckles of his hands were crunched by him, he gritted his teeth and said: "Wang —Suo, I think you don’t want to live anymore.”

He has a wake-up breath, a great wake-up breath.

Classmate Wang Suo was attacked from both sides, and was attacked from both sides, expressing that his little heart could not take it anymore, he quickly pointed to divert Li Desheng's attention: "Brother Li, don't hit me first, look behind, Qi Jue and Lao Bai We're going to fight."

Li Desheng frowned and looked back.

Qi Jue also stood up, smiled twice, put one hand on Jian Fan's neck, and coaxed in a slow voice: "At the same table, I was wrong. I called you to ask you, what do you want to eat at noon today?"

all the classmates:"???"

In the past two years, Qi Jue has been a man of the school not only because of his unmatched grades, but also because of his fiery temper when he is upset.

Is such a cowardly person really the feared school bully Qi?

Fake it.

Jian Fan squinted at the hand on his neck, that hand was slender and fair, very pretty, but no matter how good-looking it was, Jian Fan said emotionlessly, "Take your hand away."

Qi Jue took his hand away resentfully, leaned his head over and asked, "At the same table, where do you want to eat at noon?"

Jian Fan: "Who cares about your business?"

Li Desheng then turned his head around, wiped his face, and cleared his mind, "Wang Suo, come here."

Wang Suo swallowed his saliva: "What - what, Brother Li."

Li Desheng: "I won't hit you."

Wang Suo didn't believe it: "Really?"

Li Desheng: "Well, hurry up, my endurance is limited."

Then Wang Suo returned to his seat resentfully. After a while, he covered his head and said aggrievedly with tears in his eyes: "Brother Li, didn't you say you won't hit me?"

Li Desheng put down the textbook in his hand, "I'm not hitting you, I just want to see if I haven't woken up yet."

Like a dream.

This Qi Jue and Lao Bai... It doesn't look like that.

Damn, this dream never woke up, he recalled what happened when Lao Bai went to find Qi Jue a month ago.

Qi Jue was so annoyed at the time, he even put down harsh words and told Su Baiying to stay away from him, otherwise he would hit him every time he saw him.

It's only been a month!

The world has changed.

What's going on every day.

Song Yu rushed to Class [-] as soon as school was over. When he passed, the students in Class [-] were still immersed in the problems. He lowered his voice and shouted: "Brother Jue, Brother Jue, let's go, let's eat!"

Almost all the students in Class [-] knew him. A small, round-faced girl in the front row looked up at him and said, "Stop shouting, Qi Jue is not in this class."

Song Yu: "???"

He took a few steps back and looked at the class card. That's right, red letters on a white background, Class [-], Grade [-].

Seeing his movements, the round face chuckled, "Didn't Qi Jue tell you? He's transferred to Class [-]."

Song Yu: "???"

When Song Yu went down the stairs, his head was still a little dizzy. He took out his mobile phone in a daze, dialed a number, and the call was connected after a while.

Qi Jue's voice came from the opposite side: "Speak quickly if you have something to say, and let go if you have to fart!"

Familiar formula, familiar taste.

It seems that his brother is not out of his mind.

Hearing his brother's scolding, Song Yu's heart fell into his stomach. He recounted his experience just now from beginning to end, and said, "Brother Jue, you stayed well in the first class. What is Ben doing?"

The key is to go to the worst class.

All kinds of voices from Qi Jue's side were mixed together, and it was too chaotic. He said, "I'm not free right now. You come to Class 25, and I'll talk about it later." After saying this, he hung up the phone.

The people in the classroom have already run away, fearing that they will not be able to grab food, they are all like hungry wolves.

The rain outside had stopped, and there were many potholes, Qi Jue looked at the group of running hungry wolves through the window and said: "At the same table, let's go to the restaurant now, these wolf cubs probably don't even have a mouthful of soup left, let's go out and eat .”

He looked at it for a while, took out a piece of paper, drew a simple map, circled it and said: "At the same table, look at the map I drew, this newly opened Zhiweizhai, the mutton stew in it is very delicious. Do you want to go here?"

Jian Fan glanced at the earthworm-like map, and felt a little hot.

Qi Jue didn't wait for him to answer, and continued: "There is another one, the newly opened Crystal Shaomai, let's go here."

In fact, none of these restaurants were opened recently, but Jian Fan didn't know about them, and he had never eaten them. He wanted to make up for what Jian Fan missed bit by bit.

Make up for the time owed this year.

Jian Fan stretched out his hand and pinched the center of his brows, looked at Qi Jue's eagerness to try, and lowered his eyes to think.

He didn't notice Qi Jue's sudden attitude change, either because this person suddenly changed his taste and fell in love with Su Baiying, or he recognized himself.

But if he really recognizes himself, shouldn't the most important thing for him to do is to provoke or fight first?

Jian Fan was a little confused.

Qi Jue didn't seem to notice Jian Fan's visit, he was still drawing circles on the paper from store to store.

The piece of paper was almost filled with circles, Jian Fan stared at it for a while, wondering if so many new stores have opened recently?

"Damn it," Song Yu rested her hands on her knees, panting and stopped by the window, "This upstairs robbing food is like robbing money, and the people in the front building haven't moved yet."

Only then did Qi Jue stop, looked out the window and said, "Didn't you move?"

"No, Brother Jue, I—" He just raised his head, the words in his mouth were right in his throat, and blurted out, "Su——Su Daji."

The tablemate Qi Jue mentioned just now is... Su Daji.

Song Yu felt like he was struck by lightning.

Jian Fan didn't have any special reaction to this address, instead, Qi Jue tapped Song Yu's head, "Su bastard Daji, this is my tablemate!"

"It's good to be at the same table," Song Yu was more stimulated than knowing Qi Jue's transfer, and his mind was a little confused.

Qi Jue frowned, and punched him on the head again, "What kind of deskmate is good, this is my deskmate!"

……

The three of them ate and drank enough outside and headed back to school.

The school wall is painted with red paint and the school motto of the century-old plan. In order to prevent students from climbing over the wall, there is a circle of pointed railings on the top of the wall.

Where the wall is high enough, there is no fence and glass is inserted.

But the glass on the edge of the east wall was pulled out by someone.

"Su Baiying, I fucking caught you." A male voice sounded from behind, along with the sound of chaotic footsteps and metal collisions.

Because Song Yu's skills were the worst, he climbed up the wall first, and now he was standing on the wall. He looked at seven or eight tattooed social youths gathered around him, and cursed me.

The leader has a bald head. The weather is not hot today, but he still wears short sleeves, revealing the tattoo on his left arm.

It looks pretty bluffing.

The group of people behind him didn't look that big, their hair was dyed in various colors, Jian Fan counted on one person's head, heh, six colors, only green was missing.

This is to make skittles together.

Qi Jue scanned the group of people twice with his eyes, took a step forward without changing his expression, and smiled at Jian Fan: "Why, at the same table, do you know them?"

Of course Jian Fan didn't know these people, but he really didn't know if Su Baiying knew him or not.

The bald boss didn't pay attention to these high school students. He took off his sunglasses slowly, handed them to the younger brother beside him, pointed to Jian Fan and said, "He owes us money and told us to find him." My son wants money, originally, we wanted to block people at the school gate on Friday, but today we met by such a coincidence, come, pay back the money."

After hearing this, Qi Jue sneered: "Instead of looking for someone who owes money, you come to the school to find a high school student, what a talent."

Jian Fan said with heavy eyes: "Whoever owes it to whom, that person has nothing to do with me."

He didn't know how Su Baiying handled such a thing.

But as long as this kind of thing is compromised once, there will be a second time. He doesn't have so much time to spend with this group of people.

The bald boss didn't seem to expect that a high school student could be so tough when he met him. He weighed the iron stick in his hand, swung it on the tree next to him, and cursed angrily: "Fuck you, I'll talk to you well, you just talk to me!" Obediently give up the money, don’t wait until you eat a stick and lie on the ground before asking grandpa to live in—”

Before he finished speaking, Qi Jue frowned, raised his fist and smashed at him, the bald head was unguarded, his fat body almost fell to the ground, and the blood from his nose snaked down.

Qi Jue looked at his fist in disgust, as if it was stained with something unclean, his voice was not as loose as before, and he said in a cold and deep voice: "I advise you to keep your mouth clean, otherwise it will not be as simple as nose bleeding .”

Where has the bald head suffered such a loss, he was instantly angry, kicked the little brother beside him and said, "What the hell are you showing me, beat this little red guy to death for me."

Jian Fan froze for a moment when Qi Jue punched and swung him. This was the first time he saw Qi Jue beating someone seriously.

He took two steps forward, tugged on Qi Jue's clothes, calmly looked at the gangster who rushed up and said: "This matter has nothing to do with you, I'll do it."

He didn't pay attention to these bastards.

Song Yu also jumped off the wall, looked at Jian Fan and said, "Are you okay? You usually have to ask for leave if you run eight hundred. Why don't you leave it to Brother Jue."

Before he finished speaking, Song Yu looked at the person who had to ask for leave after running 800 meters, and knocked down one of them twice.

Qi Jue snatched a yellow-haired iron stick, and said with a little smile: "How can it have nothing to do with me, can I just watch my deskmate being bullied?"

can.

Song Yu said silently in her heart.

In the first year of high school, he and Qi Jue were at the same table.

Qi Jue just watched him beat him up!