minister under clothes

There was another chaotic sound of bottles and cans falling from the bathroom.

It was eleven o'clock in the evening.

Yan Tou, who was in front of the desk, turned his head and frowned in that direction, wondering why this guy wanted to be clean after being injured like that.

About ten minutes later, Lu Qingyi came out with his head down and wet, and he barely wiped his hair with the towel on his wrist, then sat on the bed and listened to music on his mobile phone as usual.

Yan Tou, who was supposed to be the winner, was a little speechless. He was slightly worried that Lu Qingyi would come to question himself, who was the only one who could use the teacher's computer, but he didn't, and was even as silent as if nothing had happened.

"Are you okay?" He asked guiltily.

Lu Qingyi remained motionless.

Yan Tou couldn't help going up and pulling off his earphones: "I'm asking you something, are you okay?!"

After he finished speaking, he regretted a little.

This kind of willful tone that can only appear with family members should not be shown in front of classmates.

Lu Qingyi was a little surprised, his pale lips moved, and it took two seconds before he made a sound: "No."

Yan Tou poked his hand: "But you are injured, doesn't your grandfather care?"

In an instant, Lu Qingyi shrank back like an electric shock, his face turned pale from the pain, but he still replied: "It's okay."

Yan Tou took two steps back with his long legs, then slammed the door and left the dormitory.

Lu Qingyi raised his head in some annoyance, not knowing how to deal with this beautiful boy who looked like a doll but childishly like a child, and his boring pranks.

At this time, only the convenience store in front of the school is still open. Yan Tou, who has always been very flattering, greeted the dormitory teacher and ran to buy all the ointments that are useful and useless. When she came back panting, Lu Qingyi had already fallen asleep on the bed.

Curled up and hugging the pillow, hands red and swollen with bloodstains, really embarrassing.

"Hello." Yan Tou changed his voice, seeing that he was still awake, he helped him to apply the medicine by himself.

The rude and clumsy movements made Lu Qingyi open his eyes uncomfortably, and asked in a low voice: "...What are you doing?"

"You are hurt, how can you ignore it?" Yan Tou began to take it for granted, as if he was a kind passerby.

Lu Qingyi didn't say a word, and waited for him to stop before saying, "Thank you."

Then he turned his back to the wall and turned his back on him.

Yan Tou instantly stopped being annoyed with this half-dead man, and felt that he was cleared up, and smiled again: "It's okay, I will help you copy your notes tomorrow."

Lu Qingyi ignored it, obviously the pillow in his arms was far more important to him than the living man beside him.

"Hey buddy, it's really you."

"Hahahaha, please seeds, don't hide good things by yourself."

"That's it."

After class at noon the next day, the idle boys surrounded Lu Qingyi's table tightly, and their tone was mostly mocking and smiling.

This is the case when people reach the age of fifteen or sixteen. It is easy to collectively become hostile to people who are different from themselves, and they don't feel any cruelty at all.

Lu Qingyi stood up expressionlessly: "Get out of the way."

"Come on, why don't you chat with us?"

The boys started hooking his shoulders and flirting with him, and even pushed him a few times on purpose.

Yan Tou, who was about to go to the next class to find his girlfriend for dinner, saw this, hesitated for a moment and suddenly said: "Lu Qingyi, the teacher in charge asked you to find her after class, go quickly."

With his head down, Lu Qingyi broke away from the classmates who stopped after him, and walked out of the classroom quickly.

Yan Tou also followed, and approached the office door and said, "I lied to you."

Lu Qingyi stopped.

Seeing that he didn't appreciate it, Yan Tou snorted: "Don't you still want to tangle with them?"

Lu Qingyi was too lazy to talk nonsense with this person, and when he was about to leave, the phone in his pocket vibrated again, and he struggled to take out his injured hand, trembling with pain.

Yan Tou snatched it and put it in his ear for him.

Lu Qingyi looked at him through the lens for a moment, and said helplessly, "Hello?"

It's Grandpa, and he greeted with the usual seriousness: "Have you eaten yet?"

Lu Qingyi said: "No, let's go."

"...Does your hand still hurt?" Grandpa's tone was unnatural.

Lu Qingyi was very calm: "It doesn't hurt."

Grandpa said: "I know you didn't do this, but you have to listen to the teacher and build a good relationship with your classmates. Do you want to make trouble like before and then transfer to another school?"

Lu Qingyi reluctantly said: "Understood."

"Then go eat and go home early on weekends." Grandpa hung up the phone.

Seeing that he finished speaking, Yan Tou said with a smile: "Let's go to dinner together, follow me and they won't bully you again."

"So you are here." Suddenly, a very beautiful girl ran up and grabbed Yan Tou's arm affectionately.

Lu Qingyi looked at them indifferently, took the phone and walked away, not in the direction of the restaurant, probably hiding in an empty corner as usual.

The girl asked, "Who is this? I haven't seen it before."

Yan Tou said unhappily, "It's in our class."

"It's strange... let's go, I'm hungry." The girl smiled cutely: "Why are you unhappy, what's the matter?"

Yan Tou felt that he really couldn't communicate with that god-man anymore, and he was almost driven nervous by Lu Qingyi's weird suppression, so he immediately took a deep breath, showing his usual perfect expression: "What do you want to eat? ? Let's go out to eat, and I'll take you out."

Boarding middle school was somewhat boring, and the girl immediately rolled her eyes wide: "Okay, I can do anything."

Such a normal pace of life is so comfortable.

Yan Tou feels uncomfortable and thinks that revenge on Lu Qingyi is pointless.

There's no point in being friends with him.

He is a psychopath from another world, it would be best if he simply disappeared.

There was no communication for two or three days, and when they returned to the dormitory, they each did their own things, as if everything was in accordance with the past.

In the end, the forced conversation happened again because of Teacher's Day, the whole class had paid for the teacher's dinner, only Lu Qingyi seemed like an outsider.

"We plan to treat the teachers to dinner on the [-]th and give some gifts together. The average is [-] yuan per person." Yan Tou wished he could help him with this small amount of money, and was afraid that Lu Qingyi would not come with an excuse, so that he would be punished by the teacher. question.

"Oh." Lu Qingyi took out a banknote and handed it to him, still looking down at the magazine full of illustrations.

Yan Tou said: "That day was the weekend, we made an appointment to gather near the Olympic Sports Center at [-] pm, don't be late."

"Yes." Lu Qingyi agreed.

The absent-minded voice made Yan Tou run away in annoyance.

Facts have proved that Grandpa's instructions are still effective. Despite his reluctance, Lu Qingyi still showed up a little later.

He took off his school uniform and was wearing the most common white shirt and jeans. The earphone cable that never left his body clearly told everyone that he didn't want to chat.

He walked in places that were not far or near, and he ate a few mouthfuls of food. The beautiful weather in September was completely because he was seven or eight degrees cold.

It was seven or eight o'clock in the evening until the teachers were sent away.

Yan Tou took the opportunity to win people's hearts, and said with a smile: "It's still early, let's go to the till to play, it just so happens that a bunch of vouchers my brother gave me are about to expire."

Everyone naturally responded.

Lu Qingyi played with his mobile phone absently, and whispered, "I'm tired, I'll go home first."

Yan Tou said: "Don't, just now the old class said that you should participate in more group activities, and we won't play very late."

Lu Qingyi was scolded several times by his grandfather, and said unwillingly, "Oh."

Yan Tou asked: "How much is your phone number, I can't find you today."

Lu Qingyi quickly said a number.

Yan Tou planned to stop talking to this guy, and didn't know why he invited him to play, and didn't know why he asked this question, so he wrote it down in a daze, and quickly turned around to talk and laugh with others.

Boys and girls who are close to adulthood, although they are still young, they also look a little like adults.

In the soft light of the spacious box, the subtle ambiguities in the daily life are released, talking and laughing loudly, drinking beer pretendingly, singing and playing indiscriminately, of course happy.

Lu Qingyi sat sullenly in front of the bar and poured himself a glass of Sprite, and put lemons in it boredly, obviously waiting for time.

A few girls who had had enough laughing found him and deliberately booed and said, "Transfer student, why don't you sing a song for us? Why don't you talk?"

Lu Qingyi didn't seem to be that aggressive towards boys, so he could only keep silent.

They took the opportunity to make a fuss: "Sing! Sing!"

It seems that Yan Tou is not the only one who likes to embarrass him.

Lu Qingyi was forced to take the microphone, was dragged to stand on the small stage in the box, and finally said discouragedly: "Okay."

He made a random selection in front of the jukebox, and then he didn't look at anyone, just stood there waiting for the music to play.

So how can a guy who doesn't want to say anything sing?

But he can sing.

As soon as he opened his voice, the twittering that was watching the show turned into dead silence.

The deep and pleasant voice sang Eason Chan's "Bicycle" very touchingly.

Standing there alone, Lu Qingyi still looked like no one should enter, but there was no aura of contempt.

He suddenly turned his weirdness and difference into something to admire.

"Lu Qingyi can sing so well, he seems to be born with an artistic specialty." A girl whispered, and then she cared about his background.

Yan Tou, who was holding a small bottle of Budweiser, sat beside him leisurely, held the unconscious smile on his lips, and began to look at this boy again.

Who hates beauty.

Beauty is good and ugliness is bad.

This is just the instinct of human likes and dislikes.

It was already past midnight when I got home and took a shower.

Lying on the big soft bed, Yan Tou habitually flipped through his phone, and saw a new friend notification on WeChat, which turned out to be Lu Qingyi in the phone contact book.

He uses his real name, and his head is a white Samoyed.

"You sing very well, you can perform for our class next time at the art festival." Yan Tou sent a voice.

The other party did not respond.

His self-esteem was frustrated again, and he said, "Are you asleep?"

"Hey?"

"Lu Qingyi."

"Your profile picture is quite cute."

Just when Yan Tou was about to give up his futile self-talk, he received a 3-second voice.

Lu Qingyi said, "Well, my puppy."

After that, no matter what Yan Tou said, he ignored it.

Yan Tou, who was bored, listened to it several times by accident, making the low and clean sound fill every corner of the bedroom.

"You don't sleep yet, I'll send you to school tomorrow morning, stop playing." Brother Chen Lu suddenly opened the door and said.

Yan Tou was taken aback, and quickly dropped the phone, but accidentally hit it on the face.

"How old are you?" Chen Lu said helplessly, and turned off the light for him casually.

The room was pitch black, but Yan Tou opened his bright eyes with some insomnia, and began to think wildly.