Bai Yueguang doesn't follow the script

Song Shicheng couldn't rest his hands in Yu Huai's room, moving this and that.

For a while, I flipped through the various books on the table, and for a while, I pawed at the small cactus with white thorns that Yu Huai kept in the window sill.

Four cacti are planted in pocket flower pots, small and exquisite.

Song Shicheng couldn't help but stepped forward and touched it cheaply, and he was stabbed with blood.

"hiss……"

Yu Huai had been quietly watching Song Shicheng arranging back and forth in his room, but when he saw Song Shicheng being impaled, the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile.

"Deserving it."

Seeing Yu Huai laughing, Song Shicheng also laughed, holding up four small cactus of different shapes in a pair of big hands, shaking them, and asked.

"Look, don't they look a lot like you?"

Yu Huai tilted his head and looked at it: "Where does it look like?"

"I mean they have traits like you, not that they look like you."

Song Shicheng put the little cactus back to be baptized by the sun.

"Look at their appearance, they seem to be covered with aggressive spikes. People who don't know them just think they are there to slander others."

Song Shicheng paused, his eyes filled with warmth and sunshine.

"Actually, they have thorns just to protect themselves and to continue their survival. Because they are sensitive and gentle inside, they are too easy to get hurt."

Song Shicheng stood by the window, the warm orange afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, Yu Huai looked against the light, and suddenly felt his eyes were pierced by the light.

Yu Huai was stunned for a moment, then said indifferently.

"Then you think too well of me."

"Because you are just so beautiful."

Yu Huai's eyes drifted from side to side, he pursed his lips and stood up, picking up the champagne-colored long-mouthed watering can on the table.

"I'm going to get some water for the flowers, they haven't been watered for a long time."

Song Shicheng followed him and touched the back of the boy's head.

"Let me do it."

Watering a small cactus that resembles a teenager is the same as taking care of a teenager.

Song Shicheng unscrewed the lid of the watering can and stuffed it into the sink.

The spout of the watering can is very long, Song Shicheng could only turn the direction of the spout.

"Huh? What is this?"

Yu Huai glanced, Song Shicheng was holding up the watering can, carefully looking at the junction of the spout and the body.

"The knob of the spout is used to fix the spout and the body of the pot." Yu Huai said.

Song Shicheng narrowed his eyes, unscrewed the spout, and took off the ring knob that was slightly different from the color of the pot body.

"Is there a flashlight?"

Yu Huai was a little strange, turned on the flashlight function of the phone, and handed it to Song Shicheng.

"what happened?"

"Wait a minute, let me take a look first."

Song Shicheng took a flashlight and looked at the ring knob carefully.

"There seems to be a tiny camera in here."

"what?!"

"Don't worry, I'm guessing. Do you have to take this thing apart and have a look?"

"How to remove it, do you need a screwdriver?"

"The screwdriver is useless. There is no place to disassemble this thing. It can only be broken with a hammer."

Yu Huai found a hammer, Song Shicheng found a solid ground, put a towel under the knob, and smashed it hard.

There was a crisp 'bang', and a small black lump flew out of the knob.

Song Shicheng picked it up with a very ugly look.

"I guessed right, it is indeed a miniature camera."

"Xiao Huai, do you feel that being followed recently has something to do with this?"

Yu Huai took a deep breath, he felt very sick now.

So it turns out that I have been living under the noses of others?

"I-I don't know."

Song Shicheng's face was sullen, he was ready to kill, he was angry and worried about Yu Huai.

"Don't be afraid, I smashed it."

"Where did you get it? I'm going to make this store close."

Putting the camera in such a secret place must have been planned for a long time.

Now Yu Huai only felt that the blood in his body flowed backwards into his brain, making him dizzy and losing the opportunity to think.

This watering can was given to him by Zhou Yangshen a long time ago. At that time, he did Zhou Yangshen a favor. Afterwards, Zhou Yangshen wanted to thank him, but he refused to ask for it.

Tired of entanglement, Yu Huai had no choice but to give a watering can casually.

Anyway, watering cans are not expensive at tens of dollars each, and the little cacti at home just need it.

This watering can is placed on the desk in his room, and its position has not changed, which means that the camera can always give an overview of his room.

Thinking of his every move in this room, being watched by others all the time, Yu Huai felt like vomiting.

"I didn't buy it, it was a gift from someone else." Yu Huai said.

Song Shicheng blurted out: "That kid Zhou Yangshen?"

Yu Huai was slightly startled: "How do you know?"

The person who heard from Yu Huai appeared again that night, and Song Shicheng was filled with anger and panic.

Before, he only thought that Yu Huai simply hated Zhou Yangshen, but now, he seemed a little uncertain.

"It's really lingering." He was everywhere, Song Shicheng cursed secretly.

Song Shicheng thought about it and made a phone call.

"Hey, Keiko. How's the investigation going?"

"This... I'm ashamed to say, the people on my side have been following you for a while, and I haven't found anything." The other end of the phone said.

"Well, no need to check, I know."

Song Shicheng hung up the phone, and Qingzi spoke modestly on the other end of the phone. What he actually wanted to say was that there was nothing abnormal around Yu Huai, and he felt that being followed was caused by psychology.

"Has he given you anything yet? Let me help you see if there is anything unusual."

"Nothing."

He didn't take anything that Zhou Yangshen wanted to give him.

If there are any, Song Shicheng doesn't need to look at them, just throw them into the trash can and finish.

Song Shicheng was still worried, and searched in Yu Huai's room.

"Don't waste your time, I won't live in this place in the future, let's sign up."

"Yu Huai, I've been guarding you here all day, why did you come so late."

As soon as Yu Huai and Song Shicheng arrived at the school gate, they saw Hou Zheng walking towards them.

Hou, who loves to study, was standing at the school gate with a heavy schoolbag on his back. When he saw Yu Huai, he immediately stepped forward.

Hou Zheng was only focused on talking to Yu Huai, as if he couldn't see Song Shicheng.

Seeing this, Song Shicheng said to Yu Huai: "You talk, I'll go to the toilet."

After Song Shicheng left, Hou Zheng immediately pulled Yu Huai nervously and said in a low voice.

"Why are you with him? Have you forgotten what I told you? Then I'll review it for you again. Song Shicheng is the bully of our school. He likes to fight the most. The key is that he is very poor at study! Don't you You're too close to him. Otherwise, it will affect your studies so don't cry at me."

Hou Zheng was afraid that Yu Huai would not listen to persuasion, so he kept persuading him.

"Don't worry, he can't affect me." Yu Huai said helplessly.

Just like his name, Hou is really orthodox in character and character.

"Okay, let's not talk about him. Hurry up and take out the test paper for the competition test that Mr. Du assigned to us alone. There is a big question in the test ([-]) that I can't think of..."

On the other hand, Song Shicheng was wandering around in the teaching room seemingly aimlessly.