Do not provoke

Suddenly there was a muffled crashing sound in the alley, followed by another howling of a male duck: "You fucking have the ability to make an appointment for a fight tomorrow!"

Mint Shabing smiled: "Okay, bring your group of children, your father will accompany you to the end."

While he was talking, he kept clasping the person behind his hands, and pressed the person against the wall coldly.

The male duck's face was knocked into the crack of the wall, and there was another tragic cry: "Loosen, let go!"

"No." The other party refused unhappily, and increased his strength.

"...Wait, wait!" The male duck couldn't bear the pain in his voice, and he begged for mercy, and hurriedly said, "That Fang Lin! You don't like him! And this monthly exam, he even snatched you away. First!"

Fang Lin narrowed his eyes.

Mint was obviously angry, and his voice was cold: "So?"

The male duck's voice had an intuitive sense, and he added again and again: "I'll help you squat him once! You set the time! Make sure to break an arm! What do you think!"

The tone of the two of them seemed to be discussing about going to hunt dogs and fish.

After a long silence, Mint nodded thoughtfully: "Sounds interesting."

Fang Lin: "..."

Just as he frowned, he heard a crisp sound of joints and jaws moving, and the scream suddenly increased: "I □□——Master!!"

Tang Xingbei pressed his shoulder with one hand, clicked it skillfully and then closed it back, his tone was very indifferent: "Please don't make random sentences."

He let go of his hand in disgust, and rubbed it on the school uniform pants, then picked up the schoolbag from the side, turned and left.

Before he had gone three steps away, he paused again, then turned around suddenly, and added threateningly amidst the reverberating cries of grief and indignation: "Don't touch the one with the surname Fang, that's my friend."

After speaking, his eyes fluttered, as if he was a little embarrassed, he touched his nose, regardless of whether the other party listened to his ears, snorted coldly, turned his head and left.

Fang Lin leaned halfway against the bluestone wall, raised his head, and squinted at his back.

Huang Mao wailed on the ground for a long time before he realized that his arm was no longer hurting. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly felt a burst of angry humiliation.

So he gritted his teeth and took out a stone from the ground, stared at the person in front of him, got up lightly, and was about to stand still, when suddenly a wind came from behind his ears, and then a sharp gravity hit him from the back of his heart. He threw himself on the ground in a controlled manner!

"Pfft!"

Tang Xingbei quickly turned his head, frowned and looked around vigilantly, but he didn't find anyone except Huang Mao who was still lying on the ground whining and cursing, so he turned around and left inexplicably.

The school is not far from home, and it takes only ten minutes to walk.

Not 2 minutes after he got home, Fang Lin came in with his schoolbag on his back.

The two looked at each other precisely through the hallway, neither of them made a sound, and each looked away indifferently.

Fang Lin didn't look at him until he went upstairs and parted in the corridor after changing his shoes, and hesitantly said in a low voice, "...good night."

Tang Xingbei paused, but didn't look back. He snorted coldly and closed the door with a bang.

Fang Lin: "..."

What about good friends?

On the second day after the results were released, the teachers of each subject were explaining the test papers.And without exception, they all first brought Fang Lindan out and boasted about it, and then took the opportunity to severely criticize the people in the class.

The people in the class also turned from indignation to numbness, and they agreed with the teacher's point of view very salty: the boss is different from us ordinary people, there is no comparison, um, that's it.

He Miao is one of them.

He took his 128-point English answer sheet, and after comparing it with the two behind him, he said with emotion: "It must be that my mother didn't supplement her nutrition when she was pregnant with me. It's such a pity."

After finishing speaking, he sighed and shook his head, carefully put back the answer sheet of the boss, and began to lie down under the English test paper to brush up his mathematics refinement.

Fang Lin didn't feel much about the oncoming compliments, he was still aloof and went his own way, and all the people who came to test out the good friends were frozen back by his inhumanity.

When the surroundings finally calmed down, he frowned and heaved a sigh of relief, and glanced to the side.

Tang Xingbei was lying on his stomach, squinting at himself through the gaps in the bookshelves, with a happy expression in his eyes like watching a good show.

The sunlight fell on his eyelashes, clearly reflecting the unclear gloating.

Catching his gaze, Tang Xingbei quickly suppressed his expression, turned his face coldly, changed direction and continued to lie on his stomach.

Fang Lin narrowed his eyes.

The last class of the evening self-study is about to end, and Lao Zhang came over to simply inform that there will be a routine flag-raising activity on the campus on Friday morning, in which student representatives will be selected to speak.

Although the speaker has not yet been decided, everyone knows in their hearts that this person must be Fang Lin, the new god of learning.

There was another burst of discussion in the class.

Tang Xingbei didn't pay attention, he was preparing to learn from the pain and study hard to regain the first place.

There was a gap of five points between him and Fang Lin in Chinese.

During the class break, when Fang Lin was going to the bathroom, he secretly glanced at his Chinese answer sheet.

With just one glance, he fell silent immediately, and decided immediately that he would not be a human being unless he practiced his bad calligraphy well.

So, after returning home from school at night and finishing the test papers assigned by each subject, Tang Xingbei took out a copybook he had just bought from his schoolbag, and wrote earnestly for more than half an hour.

I only put down the pen when my wrist was sore, tidied up the table with satisfaction, and went to bed.

The room had already been cleaned by the part-time worker, and he slept very comfortably, so he forgot to set the alarm clock.

Despite the presence of the biological clock, when he hurriedly put on his clothes, washed and rushed to the school gate, the old man had already blew the closing whistle and began to count the latecomers.

Tang Xingbei panted and cursed in a low voice, leaned against the banyan tree, frowned, picked up his collar and fanned it.

It’s nothing to be late once or twice, mainly because there is a rule in No. [-] Middle School that anyone who is late six times or more during this semester must ask their parents to go to the Academic Affairs Office to admonish them.

It just so happened that Tang Xing Beiming's lateness was stuck on the sixth time.

He decisively picked up his schoolbag and turned around to leave.

Behind the teaching building is next to the back porch at the corner of the banyan tree. There is a short, crooked-neck tree whose branches just reach the wall. When he is in a good mood, he always likes to climb in from there no matter whether he is late or not.

But this time his luck seemed to be unlucky, as soon as he turned the corner, he bumped into Fang Lin face to face.

Both of them were taken aback.

So, two people stood neatly under the crooked neck tree.

Fang Lin raised his head and frowned.

Tang Xingbei had already thrown his schoolbag against the fence, turned around and looked around, then lowered his voice and stared at him: "Slow down, don't be noticed."

Fang Lin was very indifferent: "Why do I have to climb over the wall?"

Tang Xingbei: "Stop talking nonsense, if I tell you to read it, do it!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and easily climbed onto the branch at hand, picked up the schoolbag in one hand, and then snorted reluctantly: "If you are willing to be called by the dean for late home visits, I will not stop you."

Fang Lin didn't speak any more, and looked up at him stepping up the wall with long arms and legs, and jumping down with his schoolbag in his hands.

Under the light golden sunlight in the morning, the corners of the white clothes were blown up by the wind, drawing a handsome half-arc, revealing a smooth and flexible waist.

Fang Lin paused, threw the schoolbag up casually, moved his wrist lightly, and kicked up to the top of the wall twice with great skill.

The fence was not too high, and he supported the red brick wall with one hand to relieve his strength, and he jumped cleanly.

Tang Xingbei patted the dirt on his schoolbag, looked up at him unexpectedly, and snorted mockingly: "Why are you pretending to be a good student, you usually climb over walls, right?"

Fang Lin didn't bother to talk to him, so he reached out and pulled the red string that slipped out of his neck, and stuffed it back into his clothes.

In that simple second, Tang Xingbei could vaguely see what was hanging from the red rope. It seemed to be a ring, silvery white, shimmering in the sunlight.

He squinted his eyes, and clicked his tongue in his heart: I guess it was given by his little girlfriend from the old school, he was quite boring.

... No wonder she is cold-eyed towards Banhua, it turns out that the famous grass has already had an owner.

Thinking of this, Tang Xingbei turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a sharp whistle, followed by an angry shout from running: "Stop those two who climbed over the wall! Which class!"

Tang Xingbei & Fang Lin: "..."

It's over.