Be good

Lin Qianxi didn't move, thinking about how he came here and how long he had been here, and even felt that his appearance was a bit unreal.

Zong Cheng kicked him: "Dead? Do you want me to throw the body this time?"

"Fuck..." Lin Qianxi finally moved, and sat up while covering his stomach with one hand.

The few times Qin Yidong hit him was really hard, maybe he used all his strength to feed his mother, other places were fine, but his lower abdomen was really stuffy twice, and his stomach wrinkled.

But he can't show it, he wants face.

He took away the hand covering his stomach, exhaled, raised his eyes and said, "I'm lying here on purpose to watch the sky, why are you bothering me, is there any flair?"

"No." Zongcheng raised his eyes and glanced at the sky: "Look at the sky, can you tell what day tomorrow is?"

"..." Lin Qianxi squinted at him for at least three or four seconds, and said, "Mudslides, floods, typhoons, hailstorms, tomorrow is the end of the world."

That tone seemed to say: Die together, damn it.

Zongcheng was unmoved: "Is this the reason why you don't do the experiment?"

experiment.Lin Qianxi remembered, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "You have to wait in line to settle accounts with me because of this, I'm not in the fucking mood right now."

"I don't care if you're in the mood to settle accounts with you?"

Lin Qianxi didn't hear right, thought that he was going to fight each other down, and suddenly raised his head, only to see Zong Cheng pull out a hand from his pocket and throw it at him.

He caught it, it was his cell phone.

Zongcheng didn't say a word of nonsense, put his hands in his pockets again, turned around and left.

"?" Lin Qianxi was baffled, what's wrong with this man, why did he come here to give him a mobile phone because he was upset?

He pushed his hands hard on the ground, gritted his teeth and stood up, and patted his body twice casually. Looking at Zongcheng, he was almost walking into a small alley.

At the entrance of the alley, Zongcheng stopped and turned around: "Which is the shortest way back to school?"

Lin Qianxi grinned, thinking that you were so fucking cool just now, and walked over slowly: "How did you get here?"

"I heard your voice."

"Just my voice?" Lin Qianxi raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

Zongcheng said, "You have the loudest voice."

Lin Qianxi immediately asked again: "What did you hear?"

Zongcheng tilted his head towards the winding alley in front of him: "Go and listen yourself, see what you can hear clearly."

Lin Qianxi glanced in front of his eyes and felt relieved. For some reason, he didn't like to be seen by him in despair. It might be because he had fallen in front of him enough times.

"Okay, you, the first time you come, you can see that there is a shortcut, let's go." Lin Qianxi pretended to lead the way relaxedly, turned in another direction, and entered another alley.

This alley is directly facing the back gate of the school. As soon as you go outside, you will be greeted by the smell of food stalls all over the street.

Lin Qianxi looked at his phone, it was almost meal time, and he glanced back: "Are you hungry?"

Zong Cheng followed behind and glanced at him.

Lin Qian said as he walked west: "Let's not get along, let me treat you to something to eat, and thank you for giving me a mobile phone."

"Go and thank the chemistry teacher." The Zongcheng thief was indifferent.

"Fuck, do you like to eat or not..." Lin Qianxi buried his head forward, this guy is really cool, but also really hard, can a little friction be enough?

If he doesn't eat it, he will eat it by himself.

Lin Qianxi walked to a cold noodle stand on his own, and before he could order, two children who were chasing and fighting suddenly appeared in front of him, and the first one hit his head straight on his stomach with a "bang".

"I, fuck!" Lin Qianxi put his arms around his belly and bent down immediately.

The child was four or five years old at most, and he himself was hit by the ground and his ass fell. He was sitting on the wheel of the cold noodle stall, and when he saw Lin Qianxi's reaction, he was startled, got up and ran away.

The one behind chased him and disappeared.

"My mother..." Lin Qianxi swears halfway, and shuts his mouth in pain.

The proprietress of the cold noodle stall stretched her head and asked, "Are you okay?" She looked worried.

Lin Qianxi probably guessed that it was her child, otherwise he would not be so kind, and his stomach hurt so much that he could not speak.

A hand reached out from the side, grabbing his arm and pulling.

Lin Qianxi was dragged to stand up straight, and sat on a plastic stool as if at the mercy of others, and saw the slender and strong fingers on his arms loosen.

Zong Cheng let go, moved a stool with his foot, sat down opposite him, and said to the proprietress of the cold noodle stall, "Give him a glass of warm water."

"Okay." The proprietress was really kind, she turned her head and quickly poured out a disposable plastic cup, and Wen Bai opened it, and placed it on the small folding table in front of the two of them.

Lin Qian took a sip of water from Xiduan, calmed down a little, and continued to hug his stomach and clenched his teeth.

Zong Cheng stared at him, and realized that something was wrong with him. He was wrong when he was lying there just now, and now the broken hair on his forehead was already wet with sweat, and his face was as white as paper. Needless to say, he knew what he was doing.

100% fights.

He recalled: "That doesn't look like it can beat you like this."

Lin Qianxi immediately loosened his jaw and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

"When I came here, I met a man in the uniform of the fifth middle school, walking in your direction." Zongcheng said.

Then when I got to the small road, I saw Lin Qianxi lying on the ground, which was not difficult to imagine.

Lin Qianxi didn't expect him to see Qin Yidong, so he just didn't want to admit it: "Fuck me, I stopped fighting a long time ago, that's why the kid bumped into me just now, don't fucking practice Iron Head Kungfu!"

The proprietress of the cold noodle stall pretended to be dead at the right time, and concentrated on picking coriander seriously.

Zongcheng didn't go on, he didn't want to say it, anyway, it had nothing to do with him.

It's just that he didn't expect someone to beat him like this. Zongcheng felt that even if he took a shot, he might not be able to beat him like this.

Unless he unilaterally opened up to be beaten.

Lin Qianxi suddenly turned his head and said to the proprietress, "I want a bowl of cold noodles, and I want a full set."

The proprietress stopped picking coriander, so she looked across from him: "How many bowls?"

Lin Qianxi glanced at Zongcheng, and changed his words: "Two bowls." After a pause, he said: "I need to add an extra egg to my bowl, no, two!"

Zongcheng's eyes turned to his face again, the blood on his face had returned a little now, as if nothing had happened, his expression was ruffian and careless.

The ruffian's eyes met him: "Anyway, I ordered it, you can eat it or not, and I can't feed you."

As he spoke, he glanced at the proprietress next to him, and suddenly asked, "Do you think I can still eat like this?"

Zong Cheng met his eyes, stared back and forth with him a few times, put his feet back, stepped on the table foot, and raised his eyelids: "No, you were hit hard, you'd better take a film."

Lin Qianxi said: "It's still eating. No one will be responsible for the injury. Just eat enough. Later, I will go to the hospital to make a report of food poisoning, and someone will be responsible."

The proprietress looked over from the back of the cart, dumbfounded: "Farewell, I'm sorry, can't you do it? Children are ignorant, so there's no need to make such tricks on people. I only have a small business."

Lin Qianxi looked over and said, "It's enough for you to be sensible. Apologize earlier and don't pretend to be dead, won't it be over?"

The proprietress could only smile apologetically: "It's okay, I shouldn't pretend to be dead, and I invite you for two bowls of noodles."

Lin Qianxi took out his mobile phone to pay: "It's good to apologize if you know it, I won't eat you for nothing, and you will pay as you like."

After speaking, he glanced at Zongcheng on the opposite side. This wave of cooperation was quite good.

"I don't want coriander." Zongcheng said, looking at him again.

It is good to cooperate well, and it is not good to be unhappy.

The proprietress answered: "OK."

When the noodles were served, it was true that Lin Qianxi had enough ingredients.

He tore apart the disposable chopsticks and stirred, heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that after a good meal, Qin Yidong's troubles would be over.

Nothing in this world is impossible.

Just as he lowered his head to eat, he suddenly found that Zongcheng was not moving. When he looked up, Zongcheng looked behind him.

Lin Qianxi turned his head and looked back. On the road, there was a bald young man in an undershirt, who seemed to be looking here.

He turned around and asked, "You know him?"

Zongcheng said, "I don't know you." After speaking, he bowed his head and ate the noodles.

Lin Qianxi didn't care anymore, and continued to eat noodles, and suddenly saw his hand grabbing the chopsticks, and moved his arm, as if he was still holding it, thinking that it was really strong.

After eating a few mouthfuls of noodles, there were more figures beside him.

Lin Qian turned his head to the west, that is, the bald young man just now, when he came to him, he only looked at Zongcheng, and asked with a smile: "Zongcheng, right?"

"No." Zong Cheng put down his chopsticks, stood up and looked at Lin Qianxi: "Let's go first."

Lin Qianxi chewed the egg, squinted at the young man, and nodded.

Zongcheng just left.

The bald young man asked Lin Qianxi, "Isn't he Zongcheng?"

Lin Qianxi said: "I don't know each other, we share the table."

"He greeted you before leaving the table?"

"Well, what's the matter, I was hit and dragged by him just now, if you don't believe me, ask the lady boss."

The proprietress behind the cart raised her head and looked at Lin Qianxi: "He pulled it."

"Damn, did you make a mistake?" The other party turned and walked away.

Lin Qianxi glanced in the direction Zongcheng was walking, and then at the back of the bald young man, thinking of something.