Do not provoke

After self-study and school in the evening, Yu Zhao and the others still remembered Fang Lin's promise to themselves before, and brought three or four boys to their dormitory to ask questions.

When knocking on the door, Yu Zhao couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive, for fear of encountering the scene of last night again... It's really embarrassing to see.

The door was still opened by Fang Lin, indifferently.

Fortunately, Tang Xingbei was also awake this time, sitting lazily on the bed and eating grapes. When he saw them, he greeted them in a good mood: "Good evening."

Yu Zhao responded, "Good evening!"

As soon as he was about to go forward, he heard Fang Lin's chilly voice: "There are no chairs in the room, so go back to the dormitory and move it yourself."

"Ah, okay, okay."

Tang Xingbei couldn't hold back a laugh until they hurried out of the door again, glanced at Fang Lin, and said nothing.

Fang Lin said indifferently, "What are you laughing at?"

Tang Xingbei shook his head and continued eating grapes: "It's nothing."

Fang Lin ignored him, turned around and cleared the desk, without raising his head, said, "I've already collected your underwear for you, and put them in the box on the upper right corner of your closet...the socks are in the lower right corner, don't chase after them next time. Ask me now."

"Understood." Tang Xingbei responded vaguely while eating grapes.

Moved the chair and was forced to listen to the crowd clearly at the door: "..."

Is it too late to withdraw now? ?

Fang Lin noticed this and frowned: "Come in."

A few people dared not move.

It was Yu Zhao who moved the chair into the room first, and said tentatively: "Brother Bei, you two have a good relationship, don't you?"

Tang Xingbei looked up at him: "...ah."

Yu Zhao scratched his head, as if he wanted to ask another question but felt bad, so he turned his attention to the old physics exercises on his desk, and sighed: "So you have to study the questions when you come back at night. Ah?! Fuck, I feel much more balanced!"

Tang Xingbei squinted his eyes, bit a grape, and puffed up his cheeks: "Otherwise, it's not like you were born with a brain that can solve problems."

Hearing what he said, the boys next to him all laughed.

Yu Zhao suddenly felt that Tang Xingbei himself was not as indifferent as he seemed. Just as he was about to chat with him for a while, Fang Lin's voice came from behind him coldly: "Do you want me to go out and make room for you to chat?"

Yu Zhao was startled, and waved his hands again and again: "Hey, no, no, I'm going to talk about the topic!"

Tang Xingbei squinted his eyes, hugged the glass bowl, and continued to stuff grapes into his mouth.

Fang Lin glanced at him, only to wink provocatively.

After all, their class is a key class of a key high school, and their quick thinking and switching speed are very fast. Fang Lin didn't spend much effort, only a little bit of super-class knowledge, and then smoothed out the train of thought, a group of people almost understood , Hastily and anxiously lay down at the desk and started to do the questions seriously.

Fang Lin put down his pen, got up and walked to Tang Xingbei, glanced at the watermelon he had already eaten half, and said in a low voice, "Don't eat too much, you have to go to the toilet at night."

Tang Xingbei didn't mind, and continued digging the watermelon with a spoon without raising his head: "Got it."

Fang Lin reached out and flicked the tip of his ear.

Tang Xingbei quickly dodged and glared at him: "I don't know how strong my hands are!"

Yu Zhao over there has already calculated the answer, and shouted excitedly: "Brother Lin! The answer is 3X-1, right?"

Fang Lin smiled and withdrew his hand, and when he turned his head, his expression returned to indifference: "Yes."

Yu Zhao suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and threw away the pen: "Fuck! It's so cool! This question has been holding me back for three days!"

The boys in the back also figured it out one after another, patting their thighs and sighing: "I knew this shit question was out of line again! Even the L'Hopital's father-in-law rules can't do it!"

Tang Xingbei laughed from behind: "The college entrance examination should not be able to pass this range, so there is no need to die."

Li Yong scratched his head: "Actually, I just can't do it well, and I always feel insecure... Hey, I can finally sleep peacefully today."

"That's right." Yu Zhao dragged a chair and sat down.

He really wanted to play here for a while, so he asked again: "By the way, Brother Bei, what did you sign up for before... what piano is it?"

Tang Xingbei clicked his tongue and tapped the spoon with his fingertips: "Harp."

"Oh yes yes yes, harp," Yu Zhao asked, "I've never seen it before, what does it look like?"

Tang Xingbei ate another mouthful of watermelon, and thought for a while: "I'll bring it home next weekend, and you'll know when you rehearse."

Hong Yang laughed at the side, and looked at Yu Zhao: "Old Yu, with your bad guitar playing skills, you probably can't even tune it right now, right?"

"Damn!" Yu Zhao started to pinch him, "Who do you look down on!"

The two of them started arguing, and the two next to them were also laughing. After a while, a short boy with black-rimmed glasses—Tang Xingbei vaguely remembered his nickname was Director—exclaimed: "I didn't expect that." , Just as soon as the cultural performance was broken, all the top three bigwigs from the school went to participate, which made it even more obvious that I was too salty to turn over."

Yu Zhao also sighed with emotion, then let go of Hong Yang's neck, turned his head to look at Fang Lin, and asked cautiously: "Didn't you see Brother Lin can play the piano?"

Fang Lin didn't even lift his eyes, and hummed indifferently.

Tang Xingbei was very face-saving, and answered with a half-smile: "Don't talk about you, I haven't seen it either."

He was talking, with one leg resting on the edge of the bed, dangling once and for all, his leg under the loose black sports shorts was dazzlingly white.

Fang Lin glanced at it and raised his eyebrows: "I haven't seen you play the harp before, it's even."

Tang Xingbei was hugging the watermelon. Hearing this, he raised his dangling legs and kicked him: "What is evening? Didn't you have seen my photo long ago?"

"It's not a real person." Fang Lin took the leftover watermelon rind from him and threw it into the trash can.

Tang Xingbei lay down on his back, squinting his eyes: "...Oh."

The two of them asked and answered casually and intimately. The people present somehow felt that they shouldn't be here... Like a big light bulb with [-] watts, they watched tacitly and silently.

Only Yu Zhaoxin was bigger, and even enthusiastically said: "Don't say it, I also really want to see you two apart from studying and fighting..."

Before he could say the word "fight", he braked quickly and bit it, glanced at Tang Xingbei in the silence, and scratched his head in embarrassment when he saw that he didn't respond: "Uh... I want to see what you guys are doing!" What about other things."

A group of people immediately wiped off their cold sweat.

Tang Xingbei didn't seem to notice, he put his arm on his pillow and clicked his tongue: "Aren't they all two eyes and one nose, can I still have plastic surgery by playing the piano?"

Yu Zhao laughed guiltily, "It's true."

Fang Lin stared at him thoughtfully.

In order to help his friend smooth things over, Hong Yang quickly changed the subject and said, "By the way, Liu Zhijin looks so hard at studying and making progress every day, I never thought he would sign up."

Hearing what he said, the short boy sitting next to him suddenly waved and said in a low voice, "Speaking of him, I heard a piece of news recently..."

He stopped mysteriously, and Yu Zhao hurriedly asked, "What news?"

The short man hesitated, as if he didn't know whether to say it or not.

Hong Yang stretched out his hand and strangled him: "Fuck! Director Zhao, you're half-talking! Believe it or not, I'll strangle you right away!"

Director Zhao was so shaken that his glasses almost fell off, he quickly called out, "Hey, let go! I said it's okay!"

After Hong Yang let go of him, he pushed his glasses, and sure enough, he looked like some director. He coughed and lowered his voice: "I heard that he seems to like men..."

Tang Xingbei suddenly raised his head and was stunned.

Fang Lin glanced at him coldly.

"That's it?" Hong Yang looked disappointed, "This is a fart! Now that there are so many homosexuals who like a man, it's worth your fuss!"

Director Zhao sighed, and quickly waved his hands: "Of course it's more than that!"

"Don't be a fucking fool and tell me quickly!"

"He seems to be... being bullied by the campus."

Yu Zhao suddenly stood up and shouted: "Who?! Who the hell dares to beat our class?!"

Hong Yang hurriedly dragged him down: "Didn't you hear that it was 'like being bullied on campus'! Don't get excited and listen slowly!"

When someone frowned and looked over, Director Zhao continued to speak, hesitating: "Actually, I don't know too well... It's just that there was a time before when I was in a hurry to go home after school to take a shit, and I went out early, passing by the alley on the other side of the Internet cafe street I heard."

The location of No. [-] Middle School is very close to the commercial street. Where there are many students, there are many places similar to Internet cafes and KTVs. Most people call that "red light district" an Internet cafe street.

"...You know Li Sheng from Class Nine, right?"

"Just that erratic yellow-haired guy whose button is cracked every day until the fourth head looks like a blower blower?" Yu Zhao asked with staring eyes, "Didn't he be detained for probation because he smoked in the toilet and contradicted the teacher in public?! "

Director Zhao looked at him in surprise: "I didn't see it, Old Yu, he's always swearing."

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!"

"It's that yellow hair." Director Zhao pushed down his glasses, "He brought a bunch of people and forced Liu Zhijin to ask for money."

Yu Zhao frowned, and slapped the table hard: "Fuck!"

Fang Lin looked at him expressionlessly.

Yu Zhao noticed it, and stopped his efforts immediately, touched the corner of the table in embarrassment, and went to see Director Zhao again: "Liu Zhijin, a three-good student and a poor student, how much money can a poor student have! Is Huang Mao's brain filled with shit!"

Director Zhao rubbed the saliva on his face: "Who knows whether he is pouring urine or shit, anyway, it's probably like this. At that time, I was alone, and I didn't dare to go up, so I called out the fire at the top of my throat, which scared people Walk."

Yu Zhao frowned, and after a while, patted him on the shoulder: "And then?"

"Then I took the courage to look after a while, and Liu Zhijin was gone, probably taken away by them..." Director Zhao sighed, "I took a special look at it the next day, and there was a bruise on his face .”

A group of people fell silent.

Tang Xingbei narrowed his eyes.

Yu Zhao gritted his teeth: "Fuck him, let's go to the teacher!"

Hong Yang nodded: "Yes! He can't take what the school says seriously!"

"That's it!"

"...I advise you not to go yet." Tang Xingbei said suddenly, lazily and coldly, "You can find a teacher, but not now."

He said: "That idiot has already cultivated and formed. If he is forced to do it, he might do something."

Yu Zhao raised his head in a daze, still frowning: "Then what should I do?! Could it be that I just watched?"

Tang Xing glanced at him north: "Guess, why has Liu Zhijin not resisted after being bullied for so long?"

Several people immediately changed their minds and followed his words.

Hong Yang hesitated and said, "I chatted with him for a while when I was asking the question, and I don't think he is a very timid person... Could it be because there is something in Huang Mao's hands?"

Li Yong whispered: "Could it be... about homosexuality? If the yellow hair finds out, I'm afraid I'll tell my parents and classmates?"

"...Wait!" Yu Zhao suddenly called out, "Damn it, I remembered! When I was counting the names of each class before, I saw that Huang Mao and Liu Zhijin lived in Wuhe Alley! "

Wuhe Lane is the most dilapidated town in City A. People who live there all the year round are homeless people who are too poor to even rent a house. There are especially many gangsters. It was all the roar of locomotives and shouts of laughing and cursing.

Yu Zhao hesitated for a moment: "Because there are only one or two people living in Wuhe Lane in the school, so..."

A group of people did not make a sound.

They all had guesses in their hearts. It is estimated that Huang Mao knew about Liu Zhijin's homosexuality and forced him to tell the streets and alleys without paying... In such a chaotic place, if such an identity is discovered, what will happen? do.

Yu Zhao gritted his teeth: "When I find a chance, I'll ask him first."

"Ok, Ok."

The few of them began to discuss how to ask questions so as not to infringe Liu Zhijin's privacy and not appear obtrusive.

Tang Xingbei sat up at some point, leaned against the shelf beside the bed, and urged, "Do you want to live in our room or what? Do you want to leave?"

"I forgot to patronize chatting! Let's go!"

"Thank you for your kindness in solving the problem!"

"See you tomorrow!"

After driving everyone away, Tang Xingbei yawned, got up, kicked the chair to sit over, opened the exercise book, and started writing the questions by pressing the pen.

Fang Lin still leaned aside, looked at him, and suddenly said, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"What?" Tang Xingbei looked back at him inexplicably.

Fang Lin stared at his expression: "It's about Liu Zhijin."

Tang Xingbei frowned indifferently: "What does it have to do with me? If he doesn't do anything, is it possible that he wants me to be by his side 24 hours a day to protect him?"

He is cold and lonely by nature, and obviously he has helped others a lot, but it doesn't sound nice at all when he said it.

But Fang Lin raised his eyebrows happily: "I thought you would intervene."

"Get in the way." Tang Xingbei yawned again, bowed his head impatiently and began to read the question, "I'm too busy with my own affairs and I don't care about others."

Fang Lin laughed for a while, then suddenly asked: "You really can't see that he has a crush on you?"

Hearing his clarification, Tang Xingbei suddenly paused, raised his eyes to look at him, squinted his eyes, and said in a calm voice, "There are many people who have a good impression of me. I want to respond to each of them. Are some people going to die of anger?"

Fang Lin was taken aback, looked at him for a moment, and looked away.

After a long while, he replied: "... indeed."

Only then did Tang Xingbei lower his head again, turned his pen and continued to read the questions, with the corners of his mouth curled up, but he still spoke coldly: "Hurry up and do your homework, I won't accompany you if you don't finish your homework after twelve o'clock."

Fang Lin smiled, then went to sit next to him, took out a stack of test papers, and started to work on the questions.

On the weekend, the two of them went home, took two suitcases back to the dormitory, and asked Uncle Li to transport the harp to the school.

For this cultural performance, the school specially reserved many rehearsal rooms, and Lao Zhang also applied for one for them. Uncle Li moved the harp to the rehearsal room for them and left.

The weather outside was still hot, Tang Xingbei wiped off his sweat, frowned and fanned: "Fuck, if it's too hot, go buy a few bottles of water first."

The practice room was very empty, and there was an echo when he spoke. Fang Lin hummed, turned on the air conditioner first, then put down the remote control and walked out the door with him: "What time did Yu Zhao and the others say?"

"It's five o'clock, come back when it cools down, we'll come back and rest later."

"it is good."

The two of them bought a handful of iced sparkling water, and when they came back, the air-conditioning in the practice room was almost frozen.

Tang Xingbei sat up on the ground, took two sips of water in a hurry to relieve the heat, twisted the bottle cap, frowned and looked at the piano in the corner: "The piano in the school has been playing for so long, and the pitch is still good. ?"

Fang Lin walked over, carefully opened the cover of the piano, and randomly pressed it twice: "It's a little floating."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, tapped it twice, put it aside, and began to tinker.

"What are you doing?"

"Tuning." Fang Lin didn't even look up.

Tang Xingbei patted his pants and stood up, walked to his side and watched carefully.

But looking at it, I lost my mind inexplicably.

Fang Lin's fingers are very long, with distinct joints, and the cold blue muscles and bones are faintly clear. They are a pair of very beautiful hands suitable for doing various things.

"Does it look good?" The owner of these hands suddenly said, with a low voice.

Tang Xingbei quickly came back to his senses, raised his head in embarrassment and took a sip of water: "...it's okay."

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