Be good

"You want to go to university? Yes, Lin Qianxi, you really can. This is a declaration of war with your teacher."

After school that afternoon, Yang Rui sat in the grocery store and laughed non-stop.

Lin Qianxi "snapped" a dart from the next door, and drooped his shoulders to look at the door where laughter came from: "Are you laughing enough? Are you done?"

"It's endless, it's so funny. I heard Zongcheng's description, and I can't bear it at all. Are you shouting at the teacher? Are you talking louder than anyone else?" Yang Rui didn't give him any face, and continued to laugh.

"Fuck, Zongcheng! Shut up, don't tell him!" Lin Qian flicked his hand and was hit by another dart.

Zongcheng walked over from the grocery store with his schoolbag in his hand, with a half-smile on his lips: "You dare to shout, but you can't let people say it?"

"I won't yell in the future, I really won't yell, okay?" Lin Qianxi was really suffocated at the time and had nowhere to vent his anger. After yelling, he was comfortable, but the stamina was too strong. Who knew that Lao Zhou would be the one? The reaction, as if he was about to order the school, was really embarrassing for a time.

After going back to the classroom for a day, even Wang Xiao and the others didn’t say anything. After school, Yang Rui asked him, “How was school today?” Zongcheng used the That giant fucking indifferent voice described to Yang Rui the scene where he shouted to Lao Zhou.

Yang Rui continued to laugh next door: "Lin Qianxi is so ambitious, I am really touched that he wants to go to university."

"Don't laugh, I'm going to fucking take the test!" Lin Qianxi threw down the dart, took a cue and threw it towards Zongcheng, and changed the subject: "Stop talking, let's practice!"

Zongcheng caught it, casually threw the schoolbag on the mahjong table, pursed his lips and stopped smiling, don't really make him anxious, walked to the pool table: "Come on."

Just as he was swinging the ball, Yang Rui came into the room, he laughed for too long, and pressed his eyes with one hand: "Okay, I won't laugh at you anymore, it's good to have ideals, you guys play, I have a game tonight, I have to fight Lu Feng has gone to meet you." Then he took out the key here and put it on the pool table, and then he went out.

"Let's go, or you're going to be silly." Lin Qianxi muttered, turned around and took a piece of chocolate powder, remembering that he was dragged by Wu Chuan to the city's sports and cultural center to play in the morning, and went to the one who was setting the ball. Zong Cheng looked at him: "How did you play today?"

"Winning the opponent with one shot." Zong Cheng raised his head and asked, "Where are you?"

"Me too." Lin Qianxi laughed: "The one across from me left angrily when he saw that I had just surpassed him in points."

Zongcheng set up the ball, held up the stick and said, "I think Wu Chuan must have some arrangements."

Lin Qianxi looked at him: "What arrangement? He told us to practice hard, especially me and you."

Zong Cheng looked at his face: "I guess, Jiang Hao has been beating for a long time, maybe he knows."

He didn't say that Lin Qianxi had forgotten, Jiang Hao hadn't come back to class all day, how many games Wu Chuan had played with him, it was too long.

But knowing that kid still thinks he's not pleasing to the eye, Lin Qianxi didn't intend to ask. After wiping the stick, he put down the powder, clapped his hands and said, "Whatever, let's have a set of eight balls first, and I'll let you tee off first."

Zongcheng was not too polite, just let him go with this one, and just let him go back with the next one. He picked an angle, pressed down the stick in his hand, hit a ball, and opened a beautiful round.

Just at the beginning, there was a sound of pedaling a bicycle outside the door, and then a person shouted: "Brother Rui! Are you there? Why didn't you reply to me when I sent you a message?"

Lin Qianxi was intently looking at the table, but when he heard the sound, he turned to the door.

Qin Yidong entered the door and stopped when he saw the people inside.

Zongcheng stood up straight, holding the pole, and glanced at Lin Qianxi.

Qin Yidong was wearing a school uniform, with both hands empty, and came halfway. He obviously didn't expect the two of them to be here. Seeing that they were holding clubs in their hands, he asked indifferently: "Is it here?" Are you doing business? Is there no one when I come to buy things?"

Lin Qianxi shook the pole in his hand, stood there and smiled, thinking he had to pay attention to him, he couldn't just let it go, and replied as if nothing happened: "The boss is not here, if you want to buy something, you should pay for it yourself."

"Who will bring things if the boss is not here?" Qin Yidong said, "I want a bottle of water, a bag of bread, and two boxes of chocolates, but I can't find them anywhere."

This kid is looking for faults, how could he not find the things in this place.Lin Qianxi looked at him, put down the club, and walked out: "Okay, I'll get it for you, I'm the second boss here!"

Qin Yidong made way at the door and let him go to the next door before looking at the pool table inside.

Zongcheng was standing by the table holding a fine powder wiper.

It's one thing for him to be handsome, but he's also tall and long-legged. Wearing a simple black T-shirt makes his shoulders broad and his back straight. The whole person is smooth and speechless.

If it weren't for this, Qin Yidong wouldn't be able to call him "handsome" in private.

Shuaibi didn't say a word, Qin Yidong walked past the door by himself, and opened his mouth: "You play pretty well?"

Zongcheng put down the powder and asked, "Are you talking about basketball or billiards?"

"I asked about billiards, and I've seen basketball before..." Speaking of basketball, Qin Yidong thought of that friendly match. .

Before Zongcheng could answer, Lin Qianxi came back, with bread, water, and two boxes of chocolates in his hands, and when he came to him, he put them all on the mahjong table.

"All the things you want are here, 14 yuan five, just put the money at the counter next door."

Qin Yidong took a look: "There is no bag? I came here by bicycle, so I can't take it away like this."

"..." Lin Qianxi guessed with his toes that this kid did it on purpose, but as soon as he closed his mouth, he turned his head and went to the next door, and really brought him a plastic bag.

I brought it, and put everything in it for him: "Is this all right? Go slow, I'm playing."

He went to the table to retrieve the club.

Qin Yidong didn't leave, he was still standing: "Who said I'm leaving, I'm talking to someone."

Lin Qianxi looked at Zongcheng, and didn't understand what they could have to say, so he smiled helplessly, took two steps aside, put his hands on a table, sat on it, and looked at the pole, "That's all right, you Tell me, I'll wait."

Qin Yidong didn't look at him, and asked Zongcheng as he said earlier: "How are you playing? How about we play a round?"

Zongcheng raised his eyes, and his broken eyebrow moved slightly: "You want to fight me?"

Lin Qianxi was also stunned, and looked at Qin Yidong: "Are you okay, just your billiards?"

"What happened to my billiards?" Qin Yidong looked at him unconvinced: "Did I talk to you?"

"..." Lin Qianxi looked at him for a few seconds, grinned sullenly, jumped down from under the table, took the cue in his other hand, walked to the side of Zongcheng, his face sank: "You want to fight, come on, I'll fight you."

"Who the hell wants to play with you?" Qin Yidong saw that his posture was wrong, and his tone became bad: "Can't I play with him? Can't everyone here play together? It's counted by the hour, turn around I'll give Brother Rui money."

Lin Qianxi swung the ball and went directly to block the front of Zongcheng: "Stop talking nonsense, Qin Yidong, if you want to fight, just fight with me, he won't fight with you."

Qin Yidong's neck was red with anger: "Who are you, why do you care about him? He is such an adult that he can't decide who to play with?"

"Do you want to fight?" Lin Qianxi frowned: "Don't beat me!"

Qin Yidong was about to take the stick, but he completely lost his mood, took the things he bought and left: "Forget it, don't fight!"

Lin Qianxi watched him go out angrily, and the bicycle kicked outside with a "click" sound, and he left quickly.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking what a fucking child.

"What are you doing?" Zong Cheng asked suddenly.

Lin Qianxi turned his head and found that he was staring at him: "What's the matter?"

"What about you?" Zong Cheng stood on the side of the table holding the cue stick: "Why don't you let me play with him?"

Lin Qianxi raised the corners of his mouth: "Farewell, I still remember what you said, and I dragged you into his affairs again. What if you want to fight me again later? That's too fucking Fuck it!"

Zongcheng touched the club in his hand: "What are you thinking, it's not enough to hit a ball."

Lin Qianxi came to his senses: "Why, you still want to fight him?"

"I don't want to, but if he is sure he wants to play with me, then he will." Zongcheng bent down, followed the previous round, smashed the ball in front of him with one stroke, and with a heavy "click", he stood up straight and said lightly : "Maybe beat him to tears."

Lin Qianxi was stunned for a moment: "Fuck, he really knows how to cry. He has a temper like a little wife, and he has a thin skin!"

Zongcheng showed no expression: "Really?"

It's not that he took the initiative to fight.

Lin Qianxi thought to himself that the two of them didn't really fight, as for Qin Yidong's three-legged cat's level of billiards, he had learned a little from him before, so he couldn't be beaten in front of Zongcheng.

He turned his head and glanced at the door again, and suddenly remembered: "Damn it, he didn't pay!"

As soon as they said those words to each other, Qin Yidong just took his things and left, completely forgetting about it.

Lin Qianxi was angry and funny, put down his cue and went to the grocery store next door.

When he arrived at the counter, he found out Yang Rui's accounting book from the bottom, took a pen, wrote his name on it, and wrote on the back that he bought a bottle of water, a bag of bread, and two boxes of chocolates, all for 14 yuan. .

While writing, he scolded Qin Yidong in his heart, not for the money, but for why he had to find this to make him unhappy, and when he saw him upset, he just left, wouldn't it be okay to avoid it?Wouldn't it be more and more unpleasant to deliberately fight against him.

"Did you pad him?"

Lin Qianxi raised his head, and Zongcheng came over with his schoolbag on his shoulders, and looked down at the accounting book under his hand.

"Well, let me pad it." Lin Qianxi didn't expect him to see it, closed the book with a pen between his fingers, and smiled dryly: "I owe him a lot, and it's not the dozen or so dollars. You can get it back.”

Zong Cheng took a look at his smile, and suddenly remembered that when he was chased away from the restaurant by that bantou, he found the picture of Tom shaking his shoulders at the flower bed, and thought to himself why he broke up with him, but he didn't say anything.

After all, it's not something he can interfere with.

"Let's go." He turned and went out.

Lin Qianxi looked up, put away the notebook, and followed out: "Why, aren't you typing?"

"No more fights." Zongcheng felt that there was no need to fight anymore today.

"Fuck, I haven't started yet..." Lin Qianxi followed all the way to the road, and when he heard the old motorcycle roaring, he turned his head to look at the road, and Wang Xiao brought Jiang Hao over.

"Brother Xi! Congratulations!" Before the car turned off, Wang Xiao shouted, "And Lord Cheng, congratulations to you two!"

"..." Lin Qianxi was inexplicable: "What are you talking about?"

He looked at the road, Zongcheng's footsteps were too fast, and he had already left by the time the motorcycle arrived.

Jiang Hao got off the motorcycle, took two pieces of paper in his hand, and looked into the store: "Where's Zongcheng?"

"Let's go." Lin Qianxi was quite annoyed, quarreled with Qin Yidong a few words, and was annoyed because he didn't practice with Zongchengqiu.

Jiang Hao searched, but couldn't find Zongcheng, so he had to come over and hand him two pieces of paper: "Wu Chuan asked me to send it." It seems that he planned to give it to Zongcheng.

Lin Qianxi took it, and saw "Certificate of Participation Eligibility" written on the paper, with dense words underneath.

Jiang Hao said: "The ball we played in the morning was a game. Wu Chuan didn't say anything, just took us there and played. It was the preliminary round, and we were promoted. The top [-] of you two directly played to advance to the next round. Yes. I missed the first one, and then I had to play the whole game to level up, and I’m only coming back now.”

Lin Qianxi turned his eyes away from the paper: "Fuck, that's actually a competition?"

Jiang Hao glanced at him: "Yes."

Lin Qianxi remembered Zongcheng's words, and he was right, Wu Chuan really had arrangements.

Zongcheng was not there, Jiang Hao had nothing to say to him, and was about to leave: "You can ask Wu Chuan about other things."

Lin Qianxi did whatever he wanted, took out his mobile phone, and prepared to call Wu Chuan.

Jiang Hao left, but Wang Xiao was still on the motorcycle and was reluctant to leave: "Brother Xi, do you think I want to congratulate you and Lord Cheng?"

Lin Qianxi was so surprised that he didn't care about him, and said while dialing, "Stop talking, we won't celebrate."

"Awesome..." Wang Xiaogang was about to submit a celebration proposal, but he was beaten back before he could speak, and he stepped on the old motorcycle and left in despair.

The busy tone rang twice, and Wu Chuan answered it.

"Lin Qianxi, have you received the news?" As soon as he connected, he heard his laughter, and said like a bamboo pole, "Congratulations, you entered the top [-] with one stroke! I found out how powerful you are!"