President of Zhuma PK

The next morning, Li Yi did not show up at the dinner table.

His door was closed and there was no movement.

"Old Li, why don't I go in and take a look? Xiaoyi seemed to be seriously injured yesterday." Xia Mobing was really worried.Li Guolai's violent beating last night, even a grown man may not be able to bear it, let alone a thin boy like Li Yi.Especially when the chair fell down, I am afraid that there is nothing intact on Li Yi's body.

Li Guolai didn't take it seriously, and said nonchalantly: "If a little injury can't kill someone, let him stay and reflect on himself."

Xia Mobing didn't want to disobey his words, so he didn't say anything, just ate his breakfast quietly.

Song Ci sipped rice porridge, inadvertently looked towards Li Yi's door, and there was bright sunlight leaking through the crack of the door below.

Song Ci couldn't help thinking: Is he still inside?Suffering such a serious injury, he didn't make any sound last night, it seemed to be quieter than usual, and even the sound of breathing was barely audible.I wonder how he is doing now?

He was staring at the halo, but was interrupted by Xia Mobing: "Why are you in a daze? If you don't hurry up, you will be late for school."

Song Ci hummed lightly, finished the porridge in the bowl in two mouthfuls, picked up the schoolbag that had already been tidied up, and was about to leave.

Li Guolai suddenly stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, and stuffed a few banknotes into his hand, "You take this money, so that you can buy some food."

Perhaps it was Song Ci's illusion, Li Guolai's rough fingertips seemed to have rubbed his wrist slightly twice, leaving a sticky touch, as if being entangled by a poisonous snake, making him feel chilly.

Song Ci quickly pulled out his hand, said "thank you" hastily, and ran out of the house as if fleeing.

After running all the way to the bus stop, Song Ci's heartbeat slowly calmed down.

Looking back at the row of dilapidated buildings left behind by me, it showed a kind of dismal vitality in the morning light, which made people feel hopeless and helpless.

Turning his head, the bus bound for the school was slowly approaching, full of students and office workers.

Song Ci shook his head, suppressed the discomfort just now, and joined the turbulent flow of people.

As expected, there was no Li Yi in the school either.

The homeroom teacher just looked at Li Yi's empty seat and shook his head helplessly, as if he had become accustomed to his absence for no reason, and didn't ask any more questions.

Song Ci took out textbooks, notebooks and ballpoint pens as usual, and made all preparations for class.

He tried his best not to look at the empty seat beside him, and not to think about what happened to the owner of this empty seat.

He still has no room to worry about irrelevant people and things.What he can do is to firmly grasp the opportunity in front of him that can make him stronger, that is, to study hard.

He never believed in the nonsense that knowledge is power, but without knowledge, there would be no chance of gaining power.

Therefore, Song Ci was very serious in class, and he almost recorded everything the teacher said in his notebook.When the bell rang for the end of the second class, he had already taken three pages of notes.

"Your name is Song Ci, right?" It was the first time anyone spoke to him after two days in school.

Song Ci looked up from his notes, and saw a tall boy sitting on the desk in front of him with his hands in his pockets, his feet on the chair, with a cynical smile on his face.And the male classmate who was sitting in front of Song Ci had long since disappeared.

Although he couldn't tell the name of the logo on his clothes, Song Ci knew that this boy was worth a lot from head to toe, and the cost of his clothes was probably enough for Song Ci's tuition fee for one year.

"My name is Ye Hanjiang." The boy took the initiative to announce his family name, "I am Li Yi's best friend."

Song Ci didn't make a sound, and went back to the class notes just now.

He didn't care what his name was, and he didn't want to know whose friend he was.His intuition told him that it's better not to provoke such a rich kid.

Ye Hanjiang smiled, and continued: "How should you write your name? Is it the Song Ci from Tang Poetry and Song Ci, or the Ci Hai Ci? Or is it the Ci of Compassion?"

Song Ci turned a deaf ear to it.

"You are Li Yi's deskmate. Do you know why he didn't come today? Although he often misses class, he usually tells me in advance." Ye Hanjiang picked up a pen from the desk, held it between his index finger and middle finger, Turning skillfully, "Forget it, I should ask you for nothing. He is used to being a lone ranger, so why would he talk about him to you, a transfer student who just arrived yesterday?"

He was so noisy that Song Ci couldn't concentrate.

"Student, what's the matter with you? If there's nothing else, I'm going to study." Song Ci said coldly, the meaning of chasing guests was quite obvious.

Ye Hanjiang stopped turning the pen in his hand, and jumped down from the desk, as if he didn't notice Song Ci's indifference, with a smile on his face, "Oh, it's nothing, I just think you're pretty good, and I want to get to know you."

Sure enough, the children of rich families are so frivolous and self-righteous.

Did he think that once he said that, he would immediately stick it on like a dog skin plaster?

Song Ci sneered, "Really? That's a pity. I don't think you are very good, so I don't want to know you."

This should be the first time someone rejected him so straightforwardly, right?It's not the kind of rejection that wants to refuse and welcome, but a real dislike.Because Song Ci's eyes were too honest, full of impatience and alienation.

Ye Hanjiang felt fresh.

There was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, and even the hoarse voice that was in the period of voice change brought a little smile, "How do you say that? That's right! Gold always shines. The advantages of me So many, and so handsome, there will always be a day when you want to know me."

"Then you may never be able to wait for that day in your life." After finishing speaking, Song Ci lowered his head again, concentrating on the notebook in front of him, obviously he had no intention of talking to Ye Hanjiang.

Ye Hanjiang bent down, put his hands on Song Ci's desk, with a smile on his face: "Then let's read the libretto while riding a donkey, we'll see."

When the class bell rang, Ye Hanjiang straightened up and returned to his seat leisurely.

Song Ci didn't even look at him, quickly restrained his mood, and concentrated on the teacher who had started to talk on the podium.

When the light in the classroom was too weak to see the handwriting on the textbook, Song Ci packed his schoolbag and prepared to go home.

Just after going down a few steps, Song Ci saw a flickering red spot in the corridor, as well as a slightly choking smoke.The voice control light came on, Song Ci looked up, and saw Ye Hanjiang leaning on the railing, looking at him with a smile.

Ye Hanjiang casually threw the remaining half of the cigarette in his hand on the ground, and raised his foot to crush the unextinguished cigarette butt, "Hey, Song Ci, what a coincidence, we meet again."

Song Ci lowered his head, walked straight past Ye Hanjiang, and didn't intend to start a conversation with him.

Ye Hanjiang smiled, and immediately followed, "Hey, we are also classmates anyway, so don't be so indifferent to me, okay? When someone greets you, you should at least say hello."

Song Ci walked down the steps, counting silently in his heart: "25, 26, 27..."

Seeing that Song Ci still had no intention of answering the conversation, Ye Hanjiang continued: "It's been so long since school, why are you coming out now? Oh, I see, you love studying so much, you must be doing homework in the classroom, right? Work hard and you will get good grades.”

"48, 49, fifty..."

"Although I hate playing with those nerds who have studied well, you are different. The first time I saw you, I knew that we must get along well."

"82, 83, 84..."

"Look, I'm more handsome than Yanzu Wu. Although my family can't compare with Li Ka-shing, it's one of the best big families in this city. Looking around, where can you find a friend as reliable as me? "

Song Ci thought it was funny, but he didn't see how reliable Ye Hanjiang was at all, he just thought that this person was too noisy and boastful, he was a combination of Tang Seng and Wang Zi's patients.

Fortunately, he had already counted to one hundred and five.

There is no one in the huge campus, and the tall pines and cypresses cast even taller tree shadows under the moonlight.

Song Ci stood in the shadow of the tree, with the broken hair on his forehead slightly raised by the night wind, facing Ye Hanjiang who was still talking, and said in a cold voice: "How can a person like me have the right to be with you?" Friend? Stop following me."

His face is hidden in the shadow of the tree, but there are still fine pieces of moonlight hitting his face through the gaps in the pine leaves, making him even more beautiful.

Ye Hanjiang was stunned, and after a long while, he laughed and said, "Whether I am qualified to be friends with me is up to me. Besides, this school is not run by your family, so I can go wherever I want. Why do you say I'm following you?"

Song Ci was angry.

He shouldn't have opened his mouth to talk to him at all. The best way to deal with people like Ye Hanjiang is to respond to all changes with the same.Even if you talk to the sky, as long as I ignore you, what will you do to me?

Thinking of this, Song Ci stopped wasting time with him here, and walked straight outside the school.

It was already a little late, and there were only two or three people waiting at the bus station, their faces full of fatigue and impatience.

The middle-aged woman who was begging here yesterday is no longer here, presumably the "business" here is not very good, and has moved to other places.

Just as Song Ci picked a corner and stood there, Ye Hanjiang rushed over with lightning speed, "Wow, what a fate, I'm also waiting for the bus here, it seems that we are going in the same direction. You Which road do you want to take? I will take 495."

Song Ci felt very helpless, because he also wanted to take 495, and besides 495, there were really no other buses to where he lived.

So, in order not to take the same car as Ye Hanjiang, Song Ci didn't get on the 495 when it wobbled over.

But Ye Hanjiang didn't go up either, "This car is too crowded, I have to wait for the next one."

Song Ci raised his eyes and looked at the carriage with half of the seats empty, feeling very helpless.

Therefore, when the second 495 came, Song Ci resigned himself to his fate and walked on it. He didn't want to stand here and wait for the bus all night.And when Ye Hanjiang happily sat on the seat next to him, Song Ci chose to ignore it completely.He took out an "Oxford English-Chinese Dictionary" from his schoolbag, and looked through it very carefully.

Ye Hanjiang kindly reminded: "Don't read on the bus, it's bad for your eyes."

Song Ci didn't even raise his eyelids, as usual, he didn't respond.

Ye Hanjiang was also very helpless.Since words were useless, he had to act.In a blink of an eye, he pulled the brick-thick dictionary out of Song Ci's hand and put it under his buttocks, "I'll return it to you when I get off the car."

Song Ci looked at the hands that were empty for a moment, his heart became angry for no reason, and his tone became stiff, "Take it here."

He bought this "Oxford English Dictionary" after saving half a month's lunch.For Ye Hanjiang, a rich kid like Ye Hanjiang who can easily spend thousands of yuan on a pair of sneakers, this dictionary is a valuable item that can only be obtained.

Ye Hanjiang had a cynical smile on his face, "I told you, I will return it to you when I get off the bus."

Song Ci's patience was almost exhausted, "Now, return it to me immediately."

Ye Hanjiang couldn't hold back the smile on his face.He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and he was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child. No one has dared to speak to him in such a commanding tone, not even his parents.

"It's just a broken dictionary, what's so great about it. Here, I'll give it back to you right now." Saying that, Ye Hanjiang pulled out the dictionary from under his buttocks, and threw it to Song Ci.

Maybe it was intentional, or maybe it was accidentally too much force, the dictionary didn't fall into Song Ci's hands, but flew out of the open car window.

Before Ye Hanjiang could react, Song Ci pushed him away, shouted "Stop", and jumped off the bus that hadn't stopped.