The cold and ruthless school bully's school god, Xiaojiaofu

When Bian Jing and Xie Ting were having a non-nutritive conversation, he saw two familiar figures coming out of the school and getting very close, especially the more cheerful debater who was speaking less funny jokes.

The one who talks less is called Mu Qi, and I heard that he is also a great student who came out of Zhanning No. [-] Middle School.

Bian Jing saw them and yelled. The two of them were very close to each other, but when they heard the yell, they quickly avoided half a person's distance.

I don't know if it was dark and he didn't see the scene clearly, but he saw that the two people who avoided before were holding hands, under the cover of loose clothes.

Ming Yan saw them, and approached them with a wave, and asked, "You haven't left yet? Just now, seeing you in a hurry, I thought you had left a long time ago."

The side scene was a little awkward, afraid that Xie Ting would know that he was in a hurry because he thought he was afraid that he would wait for a long time, so he changed the subject and said, "Not yet, where are you going with Brother Pastor?"

Mu Qi stood aside, quietly waiting for Ming Castan, without speaking, his eyes remained on Ming Castan all the time.

Xie Ting stood behind the side scene, wearing a scarf, looking at the distance and making a phone call, waiting for them to finish talking before leaving.

Ming Yan smiled, and Bian Jing found that this senior brother loved to laugh, his smile was gentle and calm, very kind, which made people want to get close uncontrollably.

"We are going to go to the night market to buy some books and find some information about this competition. Oh, how about you?"

Bian Jing was a little surprised, and said with a smile: "We also go to the night market to buy books."

"Ah, what a coincidence." After Ming Yan finished speaking, he turned his head and asked Mu Qi behind him: "Brother Qi Qi, they are going to the night market too, shall we go together?"

After Xie Ting finished speaking on the phone, he heard the words and looked at Bian Jing, who was also asking for his opinion.

Xie Ting thought that he didn't really want to go with these two people.

I don't know if he is too sensitive, Xie Ting feels that the aura of these two people is a bit subtle.

"Yeah." Makizaki seldom refuses Akatsuki.

Ming Yan lifted his legs and left first, caught up with the bus and stopped, and shouted to the three teenagers who were a few steps behind: "Hurry up." Then he said to the driver: "Master, wait a minute, the three handsome guys behind will also get on the bus .”

The four of them got into the car, and Ming Yan chose a double seat first, and sat by the window, waiting for Mu Qi to come up and pat the stool beside him: "Come on, come on, I've reserved a seat for you."

Makizaki moved over and sat down, Ming Kao naturally undid the earphone next to his right ear, a pair of white wire earphones, two people wear them separately, Xie Ting glanced at it and moved his eyes away.

The side view also saw it, and silently chose a single seat.

Xie Ting also took a single seat.

Bian Jing sat behind him, staring at the back of Xie Ting's head all the way, his head was empty, and he was in a daze.

Later, when a pregnant woman got on the bus, Xie Ting gave up his seat and stood next to the side view's seat, supporting his chair.

Bian Jing asked him to give him the schoolbag, but Xie Ting refused, saying it wasn't heavy.

A car of people staggered slowly to the night market, and Ming Kai was joking with Mu Qi from behind. The side scene didn't mean to eavesdrop, but he could still hear Ming Kai's voice when it was loud.

"Is it like we used to be?"

"It's too shy."

"But better than you."

Mu Qi's expression was unnatural, and he pretended not to hear him, not answering him.

Akira understood this man's virtue of pretending not to understand when he didn't want to answer, and he didn't force him to continue talking to tease Makizaki.

Along the way, Xie Ting walked in front somewhat unnaturally, one step faster than the side scene.

Later, he waited for Bian Jing to take a small step, waited for Bian Jing to walk shoulder-to-shoulder, while walking, Bian Jing took another step behind, Xie Ting waited for him again, Bian Jing followed him, and fell behind again.

So two or three times.

Bian Jing felt that Xie Ting's patience was about to run out. Sure enough, after three seconds, Xie Ting stood still and said to him: "Brother Jing, I found that your legs are quite short?"

"roll."

"A whole corgi."

"..."

"You fucking stop for me, don't run if you dare to say it, you fucking thing!" Bian Jing waved the strap of his schoolbag, aiming at Xie Ting.

Who knew that the school bully had long legs and nimble movements, so he could run without a trace.

"Unfilial son!" Bian Jing ran a few steps, out of breath, Mu Ming and the two of them did not know which street to go, and Xie Ting's son of a bitch probably plunged into the Xinhua Bookstore.

There is a person left in the side scene, carefree and carefree.

The night market sells a lot of things, and the side view is not like a girl who also looks at this and touches that. She maintains her status as a campus student, walks through the stalls with cold eyes, and feels very nervous.

I want this and that, I touch my pockets, but I can't.

Bian Jing has been receiving funding from the Zhanning City Educational Charity Organization since high school, and his living expenses are all earned from doing part-time jobs.

"Do you like these things?" Ming Yan stood behind at some point and said to the side scene.

Bian Jing held two red strings in his hand and was trying them on. He was holding the red strings around his slender wrists. Taking advantage of his fair skin, Ming Kao let out a wow, and shouted: "Wow, you look good wearing it."

Bian Jing was a little embarrassed by his praise, and wanted to untie the red string, Ming Jie took one from his hand, put it on his own hand, and showed it to Mu Qi immediately.

"Brother Qi, do you look good?"

Makisaki nodded.

Uncle Ming waved his hand and said to the stall owner: "Boss, pay the bill."

"With his."

"..."