Look at that pair of school grass

Early the next morning, Su An dutifully rode her bicycle to school, and yesterday's skateboard was also dutifully lying at home.

"Stop skating today?" Qi Wenxuan straddled his bicycle and watched him ride towards him, because the speed was too slow, the front of the bicycle rolled crookedly.

"Isn't this...the school has officially started, right?" Su An smiled at him, and after a while, she frowned and sighed with a little grievance, "It's my mother, I lied to her yesterday that my face My injury was from a skateboard fall, I guess it’s unbelievable, but anyway, I’m not willing to skate again today.”

Qi Wenxuan looked at the bruises on his forehead and the corners of his mouth, which had faded a lot due to taking the medication in time. When Su An rode past him, he also pedaled a few meters to keep up, and asked, "Aunt Lan hasn't gone to work today?"

"She is off today. She just got off the night shift yesterday morning and continued to have surgery until yesterday afternoon. She is making up for it now." Su An replied.

Su An's mother, Yang Lan, is a surgeon in a tertiary hospital in this city. It is common to work overtime, and it is not uncommon for her to be upside down day and night.

With an eye-catching blond hair, when Su An entered the school gate, he still attracted a lot of attention, including the guards. Although the school spirit of this school is not as good as those top schools, it is not as good as those last-ranked gangster schools. At this point, there are only a few students in a grade who dare to dye light-colored hair openly.

Su Anhun didn't care, and rode to the carport with the school crowd, parked the car, and walked upstairs humming a song.

Going in through the back door and rushing directly to his seat, Su An took out a still warm breakfast from his schoolbag, put his mobile phone on the table and ate the buns while swiping and pulling them with his fingers.

It took half a minute for Qi Wenxuan to walk into the classroom with steady steps. As soon as he opened the chair, Su An said without raising his head: "You are so slow."

"I also want to ask you, is there anything in the classroom that attracts you and is worth using?" Qi Wenxuan glanced at the big meat bun in his hand, "So it's buns."

Su An withdrew his attention from the phone and the buns, looked at Qi Wenxuan, and suddenly raised the corner of his mouth: "No, it's not just meat buns, just wait a little longer."

"?" Qi Wenxuan looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what he was planning.

Until Wang Xinba, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, appeared at the door of the classroom, walked to his place and sat down with a sullen expression on his face. The scars on his face were a little more purple than yesterday's fresh color, and he looked ugly and pitiful.

Su An almost laughed out loud, and hurriedly covered her mouth so as not to spit out the steamed stuffed bun that had just been stuffed into her mouth.

I don't know if Wang Xinba heard this slight movement. After sitting down, facing the suspicious eyes of the people around him, he suddenly glared at Su An viciously.

But such a ferocious expression with a scarred face has no deterrent effect at all. Su An's undisguised smile made his hair stand on end. He slowly raised his hand and raised his hand towards Su An. A middle finger full of resentment and provocation.

Su An chuckled, formed a fist with four fingers of his right hand, raised his chin, and swiped his thumb across his neck from left to right with a haughty face.

Many students noticed that they finished the confrontation in the air separated by two groups. One had bruises on his face and the other had bruises on his forehead and mouth. Something must have happened, but no one dared to ask the parties involved, and they only discussed and speculated with each other in twos and threes. .

Su An dared to bet that with just one morning reading class, three or five versions of his grievances with that bastard could be compiled without repeating the same.

The head teacher coughed and walked in the door, and the voice of the class who was not doing business was slowly transformed into the sound of reading aloud.

In the first Chinese class, Su An listened to Teacher Zheng's eloquent explanation of the text, but didn't listen to it very much. She drew a bastard with a pencil in the blank space of the text in the book. After thinking about it, she felt that this thing should not be allowed. After dirtying his book, he borrowed an eraser from Qi Wenxuan to wipe it clean.

Inadvertently raised his head and glanced at the blackboard, but from the corner of his eye, he saw Wang Xinba was still staring at him, Su An bumped Qi Wenxuan with his elbow in surprise: "Then why is the bastard still looking at me, he can't be in love with me, right?" ?”

"Hmph." Qi Wenxuan held the pen in his right hand, memorized the notes quickly, and said without raising his head, "He dares."

Su An didn't care what he said meant that the bastard dared to stare at him like this but still dared to fall in love with him, his eyes fell on Qi Wenxuan's hand holding the pen.

It was Xueba's hand, clean and slender, with well-defined joints. He had seen it dance on the black and white piano keys, and he had seen it clenched into a fist in front of him. From the initial immature fist, it became Now a mature and powerful fist.

Su An vaguely remembered that when he was a child, he was born very thin, and he almost collapsed when the wind blows. When he was bullied, it was this fist that protected him.

After so many years, the fist has grown up with the master, and the little brother who stood in front of him has also become the current schoolmaster boy, but every time he needs it, he still raises his fist without hesitation.

He really likes Qi Wenxuan so much, he has no regrets in this life if he has brothers like this.

Of course, if Qi Wenxuan knew his position in his heart, he could only smile helplessly.

And at the moment, there was a faint scab of blood on the back of the hand. It looked very shallow, but it was still faintly red.

Su An remembered the hasty glance before entering the house last night, and now he couldn't see the condition of that elbow clearly from his angle, so he poked Qi Wenxuan again with the tail of a pencil: "Hey, did your arm hurt yesterday?"

"En." Qi Wenxuan replied vaguely, but still kept writing.

"Who injured it?" Su An continued to ask, "Bastard? Or those killers?"

"Wang Xinba was beaten like that by you on the ground yesterday, how could he have time to beat me." Qi Wenxuan smiled softly, "I don't know, maybe they were careless, anyway, they are much worse than us, no deficit."

It's okay for Su An to be injured himself, but when it happened to Qi Wenxuan, he was a little unhappy.

But before he could continue to say anything, Teacher Zheng suddenly raised his voice on the podium and called Su An's name: "Come and read the next paragraph."

"Oh," Su An put away Erlang's legs that were under him, and asked Qi Wenxuan in a low voice while slowly standing up, "Which section?"

"It's just the part next to the bastard you drew just now." Qi Wenxuan said.

"Good teacher." Su An said loudly, he found the target, and deliberately read aloud like a poem with eloquence, which made many students sneer.

"Very good, student Su An's recitation is very emotional." Teacher Zheng pushed up his glasses, and his tone was genuinely relieved, "Students, please mark this paragraph, you need to recite it."

As for the recitation he added to himself, Qi Wenxuan smiled and gave that part a star, commenting: "Crazy."

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Zheng Guofeng took Wang Xinba with him when he left the classroom, presumably because he was injured so badly, so he exercised the duty of the head teacher to ask him to find out the situation.

"Then will the bastard sell us?" Su An asked as he looked at his back reluctantly leaving.

Qi Wenxuan was as calm as if it had nothing to do with him: "Are you still afraid of this?"

"Don't worry, he doesn't dare!" Shen Zhi eagerly moved from the first row to the last row after class. The girl at the table in front of Su An went to the bathroom. Do you know why that bastard transferred schools?"

"Why?" Su An looked at his expectant eyes and asked with dignity.

"Because he got into trouble in the Eighteenth Middle School, he seemed to send some unlucky student to the hospital, and the student's family had something to do with him, so he was ordered to drop out of the Eighteenth Middle School." Shen Zhi shook his head and tail, "Can you transfer to another school?" It's not easy to get here, if something happens again, he will be expelled from here, he will definitely not dare!"

While speaking, Wang Xinba walked into the classroom impatiently, but no one summoned Su An and the others, indirectly confirming Shen Zhi's words.

"I said it." Shen Zhi raised his eyebrows at Su An, turned his head and saw Wang Xinba was looking at them again, Shen Zhi gave a thumbs up, just like Su An did before, and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Wang Xinba's expression was clearly showing patience, he clenched his fist and kicked his desk suddenly, which made him tremble at the front desk, and turned his head frequently in surprise.

"Yo ho, I'm quite angry." Shen Zhi laughed.

At this time, the two girls at the table in front of Su An came back after going to the toilet hand in hand, and saw Shen Zhi sitting in his seat with a bit of disgust on his face, but they didn't dare to get close and chase him away directly.

"Okay, you can get out." Su An pouted at him, "My sister is back."

"Ouch, okay." Shen Zhi jumped up, exaggeratedly dusted the chair, and smiled playfully at the girl who came back, "Please sit down, please sit down."

The two girls were taken aback for a moment, and even whispered "thank you" to him when they sat down.

In the following math class, Su An felt drowsy from the moment he opened the book, and finally fell asleep comfortably on the table.

The whole school has to go to the playground between big classes, and on the first day of school, they have to listen to the lengthy opening ceremony. When everyone was queuing up in a mess in the corridor, Su An felt that someone bumped into him, and then stuffed a ball of paper into his hand inside.

It was impossible for the girl who bumped so hard to be the girl who handed over the love letter. He opened the note in doubt, and wrote on it with crooked words: "See you in the woods after school this afternoon, you are alone."

Su An turned around, and a bastard in the crowd was staring at him, and gave him the middle finger for the second time in a day.

Su An: "..."

What's wrong with this man?

Can't the offer frame just say it?

The elders still imitate the little girl to hand over a note?Those who didn't know thought he was handing over a love letter!

Tucao to Tucao, Su An absolutely has no reason to refuse this kind of provocation that seeks death.

He crumpled the note into a ball, squinted one eye from a distance, aimed at it, threw it a few meters away, and threw it on Wang Xinba's head accurately.

Then he raised one corner of his mouth, stretched out his index finger and hooked Wang Xinba.

As expected, the other party succeeded in blowing up his hair again, Su An chuckled, turned around and followed the team that started to walk.

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