Don't even think about it!

Xu Xian knocked on the door and approached the room, and put the cut fruits on the desk: "I didn't sleep well this morning, and I didn't take a rest first."

"It's also up at the usual point." Lu Yan closed the book and turned around.

Looking at Xu Xian's expression, it was obvious that she had something to say.

Lu Yan put down what he was doing, and asked softly, "Mom, what's the matter?"

Now that she was spotted, Xu Xian simply didn't hide it: "Aunt Liu said you brought a piece of clothing back from school."

Lu Yan was a little unclear, but he still replied, "Yes."

The topic started, Xu Xian continued to talk, but the question was very tactful: "Mom looked at it, it seems to be different from your school uniform."

Lu Yan was even more puzzled.

Xu Xian was afraid that Lu Yan would think that she was going to check it specially, so she hurriedly explained: "Aunt Liu took the clothes to wash, I saw from a distance that the clothes seemed a little big, and there was an extra hat, the one you wore back It doesn't look like it, so I took a closer look."

"I know," Lu Yan just didn't realize it just now. He didn't know why Xu Xian asked this suddenly. Seeing that she was busy explaining, her tone slowed down a lot, "That's not a school uniform."

Seeing that Lu Yan was willing to say something, Xu Xian's heart sank, "Is that the teacher's clothes? Mom saw the words 'Teaching and Research Group' on the back."

Lu Yan pursed his lips slightly: "...No."

Xu Xian: "Is it yours?"

Lu Yan took a deep breath: "...No."

Xu Xian: "...that's it?"

Lu Yan felt a little bit like he was in Zhouyi's office back then. It was difficult to explain, and he couldn't explain clearly, but he finally said, "It's from a classmate."

For unexpected answers, "classmates" are obviously more convincing than "teachers".

Xu Xian didn't care why this "classmate" had a piece of clothing that said "Teaching and Research Group", and didn't even care who this "classmate" was.

I just want to know why this "classmate"'s clothes were neatly folded by her son and brought home.

Xu Xian tried to keep her tone as natural as possible: "Then why did you bring it home?"

Lu Yan: "..."

He also wanted to know why he took it home.

Why not take it to the dry cleaners.

Why wasn't it stuffed into the downstairs laundry room.

What mildew and humidity, what is not dried in the sun.

Why does he care so much.

Lu Yan's forehead started to hurt again, looking at Xu Xian, he couldn't tell what happened that Gu Qi took him a piece of clothing from the dormitory because he was cold.

I had no choice but to grit my teeth and put the pot on myself: "It was windy on Thursday, and the school uniform was dirty and I couldn't wear it, so I borrowed one from my classmates."

The most normal reason, the simplest logic, when placed on other children, may be a trivial matter of mutual help from classmates.

But it happened to be on Lu Yan.

Xu Xian's expression was a little tense. It wasn't long before school started, and there was a person who was willing to get close to her.

Even close enough to ask to borrow clothes.

Xu Xian knew Lu Yan's temperament, so even if she made it up, she wouldn't be able to make up such a thing.

Even if the facts are a bit different, the existence of this "classmate" should be true.

It's better to get closer, so she won't be bored alone, and she can rest assured that no one talks.

Xu Xian smiled: "Okay, okay, Mom will definitely ask Aunt Liu to wash it carefully, fold it up and bring it back for you."

Lu Yan: "..."

No, no need.

"Then read the book, Mom won't bother you." Xu Xian knew the whole story, no worries, and walked out cheerfully.

The moment I put my hand on the doorknob, I still couldn't hold back, turned around, and said: "When the sky is clear, you can take that classmate home to play."

After Xu Xian finished speaking, she walked out without giving Lu Yan a chance to speak.

Lu Yan: "..."

Xu Xian never expected that what she said casually this day, "Take it home to play", would actually answer one day later.

Just one word is missing.

From "Take it home to play", it became, "Take it home".

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The rain started on Saturday, and it hasn't stopped. The road is too cold, so I didn't go out.

In the past two days, he finished writing the joint papers that Zhouyi gave him, and checked them again, but he didn't reach the point where he needed to find Gu Qi to confirm the answers.

But that competition paper is very new. Although the scope has been roughly framed and the core remains the same, the focus has obviously shifted.

These teachers are veterans, and the focus of their questions is largely to predict the trend, or directly represent the trend.

Lu Yan checked the time, it was less than 2 o'clock.

Evening self-study officially starts at 6:[-], and there is still time to go to the bookstore.

Lu Yan didn't inform the driver, and after saying hello to the nanny, he took a taxi to Book City by himself.

Lu Yan originally thought that if he avoided Saturday, he would avoid Shang Qingbei and the others.

But when he saw Shang Qingbei in the book city, he regretted going out this way.

Lu Yan is in the corridor on the second floor, and Shang Qingbei is in the corner study room on the first floor.

The two didn't hit it.

Lu Yan closed the book and was about to leave early, but when he turned around and went downstairs, he saw Shang Qingbei running out in a panic.

Because I got up too quickly, the chair rubbed against the floor, making a sharp friction sound.

Many people frowned at him, but Shang Qingbei just bowed twice hastily.

During this process, his eyes were still staring out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if confirming something.

Lu Yan frowned.

Looking at the direction in which Shang Qingbei ran out, his intuition was wrong, so he turned and entered the reading room on the second floor.

Looking through the window of the reading room, I saw Shang Qingbei turning into an alley.

The window of the reading room is facing the land at the back door of the book city.

Zhen'an is very expensive, and the prices of various shops and buildings remain high. The book city is one of the largest landmark buildings in Zhen'an City, even surpassing the urban library.

It is also because of this that the location is relatively remote, and the area behind the back door is an old district to be planned, and there are few people walking around.

So what is Shang Qingbei running there?

Lu Yan was puzzled, turned his gaze, and found three people standing in another alley tens of meters away from the alley in the north of Shangqing.

Behaving strangely, they didn't know what to say when they got together, the two turned around and entered the alley, leaving one guarding at the entrance of the alley.

Lu Yan's heart sank, he went downstairs, and walked towards the alley from memory.

After entering the alley, Lu Yan realized that the field of vision was not wide.

It was raining again, and the surrounding area was wet. There were various exits in the alleys, and there was a rotten and rusty smell.

"Why do you care so much?"

"Hey, this school uniform... I'll take a look at it. Zhen'an Middle School, tsk, I'm a good student from No. [-] Middle School, no wonder I have to take care of my own business."

"It's a pity, you are good at the exam, but I am good at fighting."

Across a wall, these three words with obvious irony fell into the ears.

Lu Yan paused and changed direction.

"I need some money, he doesn't have it, you can give it to me." The man in front of him had dyed yellow hair, was smoking a half-burned cigarette, and looked like he was about to run out of patience.

"Come on while I can talk."

Shang Qingbei had never seen such a posture before, and his hands were shaking a little from nervousness.

I came out in a hurry, not to mention the money, even the mobile phone was put in the bag.

Shang Qingbei held his breath: "I don't have it on me right now, you can follow me back to the bookstore to get it."

The man threw the cigarette on the ground and crushed his foot: "You think I'm stupid? I'll follow you, but you'll sell me. If you really go to the bookstore to get it, then you have to work so hard to block people here?"

During the confrontation, Shang Qingbei caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye.

He thought another accomplice was coming, so he turned his head abruptly.

But the moment he saw the person coming, Shang Qingbei couldn't say anything.

After a long time, a sentence came out: "Lu, Lu Yan?"

Huang Mao obviously also saw Lu Yan, even earlier than Shang Qingbei.

Seeing the same No. [-] Middle School uniforms on these two people, he snorted and yelled towards the alley: "You fucking fart, there are too many people who didn't see it? Get out of here, old man."

When Huang Mao cursed, Shang Qingbei had already woken up from the shock of seeing Lu Yan, suppressed his voice desperately, approached Lu Yan and said, "Student Lu Yan, why are you here?"

Lu Yan: "Passing by."

Shang Qingbei: "..."

Lu Yan lowered his head, and met the eyes of the little boy who was hiding behind Shang Qingbei and tightly clutching his clothes.

Lu Yan: "...what's going on?"

He thought that these people were just here to block Shang Qingbei, so how could there be a child?

Shang Qingbei had no choice but to quickly explain: "When I was in the book city, it was strange to see these three people. They didn't read books, but kept looking around and staring at others, so I paid attention."

"Later, it was discovered that these people followed a child out of the house, so they chased after them."

Lu Yan remembered the few words he had just heard, and frowned: "Want money?"

Shang Qingbei nodded: "Yes."

What kind of money can such a young child have?

Seeing Lu Yan's doubts, Shang Qingbei said again: "I asked, this kid really has money, not a lot, and he said he was treating guests with lucky money today."

In addition to the stationery area on the fifth floor of the book city, there are several milk bars, and there are many students on weekdays.

Seeing one more person, the yellow-haired man became even more hostile: "Damn, why are you still growing up?"

Huang Mao took a step forward: "Who the hell are you?"

again?

Lu Yan glanced at Shang Qingbei.

Shang Qingbei's face turned pale: "When I was discovered, I lied to them that I was his brother."

Lu Yan didn't have much patience, so he casually replied, "His brother."

Yellow Hair: "..."

The follower behind Huang Mao was a little puzzled: "Where did this kid come from so many brothers?"

Shang Qingbei tightly held the umbrella handle: "I am the second brother, his eldest brother."

Speaking of this, Huang Mao finally heard that he was being tricked, and immediately threw the umbrella on the ground, and stepped forward to push Shang Qingbei against the wall.

But before he could get any closer, Lu Yan had already put one side of his umbrella in front of Shang Qingbei.

Lu Yan glanced at the child without a trace.

Clutching Shang Qingbei's cuffs tightly, his eyes were red, but he tried his best to hold back, not daring to cry out.

Covered by the umbrella, Lu Yan said to Shang Qingbei: "Tell the child behind you to turn around and cover his ears."

Shang Qingbei: "Huh?"

Hearing Lu Yan's words, Shang Qingbei subconsciously glanced behind him, and was stunned.

He had forgotten that even he himself was afraid of becoming like this, let alone a child.

Not only did Huang Mao speak viciously, but he also uttered so many dirty words.

Shang Qingbei quickly responded, and turned the child around: "Cover your ears, don't listen to anything, don't look at anything, you'll be fine soon."

Huang Mao didn't hear what Lu Yan and Monk Qingbei said, and he didn't know why the child turned his back suddenly.

Guessing that there might be trouble, he looked over, but before he could figure it out, Lu Yan suddenly said, "You don't want the money anymore?"

Huangmao made a move.

I don't know why, facing this person in front of him, he was... a little embarrassed.

He is obviously just a good student who studies hard, but he has a sense of oppression all over his body.

Even Huangmao himself couldn't figure out where that feeling of oppression came from.

Huang Mao didn't dare to approach any further, following Lu Yan's words, he built a step for himself: "Do you have one?"

Lu Yan raised his eyes: "Yes."

Huang Mao was overjoyed.

In fact, when Lu Yan walked over, he noticed it.

Compared with the kid in the back, this is the real fat sheep.

The pair of shoes on the feet, if nothing else, cost at least five figures.

Seeing that Lu Yan was so witty, Huang Mao grinned, thinking that he had lost his sight.

Any sense of oppression is because he scares himself.

Huang Mao just wanted Lu Yan to take the money, but in the next second, another sentence rang in his ear: "If you can get it."

Lu Yan's voice was very soft and calm.

There is no sarcasm, no anger, no waves and emotions.

But the yellow hair seemed to be nailed.

This feeling of oppression again...

Fuck it, hell.

The author has something to say: You can usually be a classmate of Yanyan.

When fighting, it's Brother Sha Shenyan.

Give the babies a big heart! ! !

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