Be good

After Lin Qianxi returned the phone to Xue Sheng that day, he finally finished cutting his hair.

Before the cut was finished, Wang Xiao and the others left. It was really a waste of money to steal the chicken, and instead of being a cool guy, he was whipped. It was too embarrassing to stay.

Later when Lin Qianxi returned home, Lin Huili was still catching up on sleep, so his mother didn't see his new hairstyle.

It wasn't until Monday, when Lin Qianxi was going to school early in the morning, and the mother and son met in the living room, that Lin Huili noticed his change and stopped to look at him.

Lin Qianxi flicked her dyed black hair back: "Is it okay to cut it?"

Lin Huili's eyes looked more like she didn't expect that he would actually get a haircut, and it took a long time before she said "hmm".

But when she caught sight of his chest, her expression became tense again, she passed him into the kitchen, and ignored him again.

Lin Qianxi looked down, at first he didn't see anything wrong, but after another look, he realized what was going on.

He was wearing a loose short-sleeved shirt today, and he could see a bruise on his chest when the collar was pulled down a little.

It was the masterpiece left by that Kuge Zongcheng who elbowed him against the wall.

No wonder, probably his mother thought he had fought again.

Lin Qianxi gave a "tsk", but he was still hurt in the dark, and he has only become green now, so it's unlucky for him.

Of course, this little injury is nothing, but to this day, there are not many who can leave marks on his body.

Lin Qianxi made a note of it in his heart.

In Class [-], Grade [-], the last two rows are where the scumbags gather, and the worst bastards in the class are all there.

The morning reading was about to start before someone came swaying.When I came, there were no books on the table. It was either pancakes, fried dough sticks or soy milk and cola. It was as noisy as a vegetable market.

Lin Qianxi entered the classroom by stepping on the bell.

He was more effective than the bell, as soon as he entered, the class fell silent for three seconds.

Lin Qianxi entered through the back door and walked straight to the middle of the last row. He saw several convenience bags piled up on the table, half of the leftover pancakes and deep-fried dough sticks were still inside, and the oil stained a shiny strip on the table. .

He glanced left and right: "Whose?"

The boy on the left seat was looking down and playing with his mobile phone. When he looked up and saw him, he was startled: "Damn it, Lin Qianxi? Why did you become like this?"

Lin Qianxi raised his chin towards the table: "Who's it, it's cleaned up."

Zhang Ren, who was sitting on the right, came over with a smile and took it away: "It's not Ding Jie's, it's mine. I didn't know you would come today."

Lin Qianxi raised his chin again: "There's still oil left, wipe it off. Brother will come every day from now on, so fuck me, throw a few handfuls of rubbish on my desk."

Zhang Ren looked at him in surprise, then at Ding Jie, thinking he was joking.

Ding Jie didn't even play with his mobile phone anymore, and came over with great interest: "What's wrong with Xige, how about Lao Zhou?"

Lin Qianxi said, "Yeah, are you together? If you play together, act like it. Put your stinky shoes on. I'll spit out my dinner the next night."

Zhang Ren couldn't wipe his table clean with tissues, so a girl named Tao Xue in front of him offered to lend him her rag.

When he took it over to wipe Lin Qianxi's table, he murmured, "Fuck, it's definitely not so easy to talk about when you borrow me."

Lin Qianxi saw that he was almost done wiping, so he put down his schoolbag and sat down, and took out his book.

Ding Jie really put on his shoes, and when he turned his head, he said "Fuck" again: "You are serious, there are books in Xige's schoolbag!"

Zhang Ren also came over to watch: "My day, what happened, is it true that playing Lao Zhou needs to dress so seriously?"

Lin Qianxi opened the book: "If you don't play, I will play alone. Don't think that I don't know what you two encouraged Zhang Xiaojiang to remember my absence that day."

Ding Jie and Zhang Ren suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Before Lin Qianxi rushed to the school that day, he was indeed booing in the back row, saying that he lived in the courtyard, and it was impossible for them to come.

Who knew he would come later.

"Damn, I knew I shouldn't be bragging with Wang Xiao and the others. I stabbed you in everything." Ding Jie scratched his head and continued to play with his phone.

Zhang Ren also hurriedly returned the rag.

In the morning, there were two consecutive Chinese classes, the class of the head teacher Zhou Xueming.

Although Zhou Xueming's psychological quality is good, when he entered the classroom and saw Lin Qianxi today, he couldn't help but take a second look.

Lin Qianxi had short-sleeved trousers, and his dyed hair was pitch black, which made his skin even whiter.

However, Lao Zhou was still calm and acted as if he hadn't seen it.

Lin Qianxi sat up straight and looked at the blackboard, but he could clearly feel that Zhou Xueming didn't like him.

The reason why Zhou Xueming has been able to be Lin Qianxi's head teacher for so long is that he doesn't care about him. If he wants to let other teachers lead such students, he will probably vomit blood in anger.

But in the past, Lin Qianxi drank, smoked, fought, dyed his hair, and skipped classes. Zhou Xueming didn't care about him. He watched him do it, as if he was sure that he would go away sooner or later if he couldn't get along. It's better to let himself worry.

But Lin Qianxi rolled back again.

The phone is vibrating.

Lin Qianxi didn't want to look at it at first, but he kept shaking, so he took it out of his trouser pocket anyway.

I felt it when I took it out, and I guessed it pretty well.

A text message from an unknown number.

--At eight o'clock tonight, see you at the old place—Qin Yidong.

Lin Qianxi erected the book a little bit to block it, and stared at the sentence below for a long time.

It was a different number from the last call, and the one surnamed Qin was quite persistent.

He took a breath, hesitated, and replied: What old place, I forgot.

The reply was quick.

--Pull it down, the place where you have been playing for almost ten years, even if you forget your house, you will never forget it.

Lin Qianxi: To be honest, I lost my memory.

Qin Yidong: Fuck you, you're demented.

Lin Qianxi: Okay, I have amnesia and dementia, it's advanced, don't save it, just leave it at that.

After replying, it was another set of blocking, and I was already proficient.

Lin Qianxi put away his mobile phone and looked up. Ding Jie on the left gave him a thumbs up: "That's awesome, Brother Xi, you pretended well. Now you have hidden all your mobile phones. You respect Lao Zhou so much."

Lin Qianxi ignored him, thinking about something in his mind, and didn't care what he said at all.

"What are you arguing about!" Zhou Xueming glared at Ding Jie from the podium.

He still turned a blind eye to Lin Qianxi.

There is more than one problem student in the class, and only Lin Qianxi enjoys this kind of treatment.

completely abandoned treatment.

Just when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Zhou Xueming closed his book and said, "Go out to practice, there is a flag-raising ceremony today, those who don't wear school uniforms consciously go to the back of the playground."

There was a flag-raising ceremony in the whole school on Monday. Lin Qianxi sat for a while, seeing all the students in the class put on school uniforms, and then remembered this.

He didn't wear it today, so he completely forgot about it. After all, he didn't participate in such activities much before.

Ding Jie gave him his school uniform: "Brother Xi, do you want to lend me your school uniform?"

Lin Qianxi refused: "Get lost, you're too tasteful."

"Shall I wipe it?" Ding Jie put it on by himself, and even smelled it: "Don't pull it down."

Lin Qianxi followed the flow of people into the playground, went to the back spontaneously, and saw Wang Xiao, Xue Sheng and Sun Kai were there, and they were also not wearing school uniforms.

"Brother Xi? He cut his head and changed so much!" Wang Xiao was wearing long sleeves, his left arm was hanging down and motionless, and he was really beaten up that time.

"It's over when you're handsome." Lin Qianxi said with his pockets in his pockets, finally regaining his spirit.

"Handsome, but I can't recognize Brother Xi without the colorful and iron chains."

"Get out!" Lin Qianxi didn't want to look back at his former self at all. He was going to kick him, but seeing him like this, he couldn't do it anymore: "How is it?"

"Don't mention it," Wang Xiao's already dark face became even darker: "It's nothing to hurt, it's just too fucking embarrassing. I haven't lost face like this since I went in and out of No. [-] Middle School with you. I got beaten up."

Lin Qianxi said: "If you don't talk so much, you'll be fine."

Xue Sheng leaned over: "Brother Xi, that's not right, this doesn't conform to your previous style."

Lin Qianxi smiled, and said as if talking to himself: "You can't touch brother's style, brother has grown up."

Xue Sheng was still about to speak, but Wang Xiao suddenly pulled him, staring at the back of Lin Qianxi, his face was not very good-looking, and then pushed Sun Kai again, and the three of them went to the back corner.

When Lin Qianxi turned his head, he first saw a tall and long-legged figure, then looked at the other person's face, and saw that cool broken eyebrow.

Hold……

He thought to himself that the playground is so big, and the two of them are standing on less than one square meter, how come they are in the same square meter.

Brother Ku didn't wear a school uniform either, he wore a black long-sleeved shirt, which was buttoned up tightly, making him broad-shouldered and straight-backed.

Many girls around are staring at him.

He probably came over to see Lin Qianxi, and his eyes were somewhat surprised.

So the two stood side by side, looking at each other.

Lin Qianxi suddenly remembered the look in his eyes before he left, and asked, "How is it, today's hairstyle is not bad?"

Zong Cheng's broken eyebrow moved slightly, and he said, "It's okay."

If he hadn't fought against him, Lin Qianxi would definitely think that he was pretending to be coercive, and now he knows that he is this kind of person.

The more this happened, the more I wanted to tease him.

Lin Qianxi raised his neck, hooked the collar of his short-sleeved shirt with one finger and pulled it down, and smiled mischievously with the corner of his mouth hooked: "You are quite fierce."

He definitely looks good when he smiles, even this kind of ruffian smile won't make people feel annoying on his face.

Zongcheng's eyes froze from his face to his white chest for a moment. He took out his right hand from his trouser pocket, unbuttoned the cuff, and lifted it up, revealing a strong forearm, and the wrist was hit by his hand knife. The bruise: "You are not bad."

Lin Qianxi: "To each other."

Zongcheng: "Concession."

The national anthem began to be played in front, and the two stopped communicating.

One pulled back the collar, the other tied the cuffs, and each turned their eyes away, as if they hadn't said anything to watch the national flag rise, and they were more serious than anyone else.