Boss, your character is broken

As soon as the words fell, those people swarmed up and surrounded Song Xu. While dodging the offensive of those people, Song Xu shouted to Cheng Heng who was beside him: "Hey, I'm kind enough to save you, you are fucking beside me Watching a play?"

It was only then that Cheng Heng realized that he hurried forward and kicked away the person who was sneaking up behind Song Xu.

"Brother, yes!" Song Xu looked at Cheng Heng's hand and knew that Cheng Heng would definitely fight.

Under the joint efforts of the two, the fifteen people all fled with different wounds, and the only one with a bit of backbone was the elder brother who was the leader. He said cruelly while holding the blood from his nose: " You wait, don't let me catch you placing orders!"

"Your grandfather, I will accompany you." Song Xu shouted at the back of the fleeing figure.

Cheng Heng looked at the boy beside him with a complicated expression: "Why help me?"

"The helper still asks why?" Song Xu scratched his head as if he didn't understand, "If you insist on a reason, then... Seeing the road is rough, can you draw your sword and help?"

Cheng Heng: "What's your name?"

"What? Want to repay me?" Song Xu saw through Cheng Heng's thoughts as soon as he opened his mouth, and joked casually, "I don't ask for anything in return, how about you promise me with your body?"

Seeing that Cheng Heng kept silent, Song Xu knew that the joke was over, so he could only smile embarrassingly: "There is no need for the name, if you want to know, then take my surname as Lei, the one who does good deeds without leaving his name thunder."

It wasn't until Song Xu left Cheng Heng that he raised his head. There was something glowing at his feet. He bent down and picked it up. It was a black earring, which was the boy who was killed in a fight just now. He knocked off the earrings, and he put the earrings into his pocket by mistake.

Cheng Heng didn't know what he was thinking about. After that day, he couldn't forget the person who suddenly appeared in the alley to help him. The boy's every move and even the casual smile at the corner of his mouth were deeply engraved in his mind. , in his mind can not be erased.

Later, Cheng Heng went to get his ears pierced. He wanted to get one pierced each like that boy, but he didn't expect that he would have an oolong because of nervousness, and his mouth quickly changed from "one on each side" to "one on each side." Two", as a result, he could only endure such non-mainstream four ear piercings for a few months.

Speaking of this, Cheng Heng stopped and poured a glass of water for Song Xu: "When I was in the third year of junior high school, I suddenly wanted to study. Even Lao Xie and the others thought I was joking, but only I knew that I was serious. of."

"Curious why I suddenly studied in the third grade of junior high school?" Cheng Heng asked again.

"Why?" Song Xu had some answer in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, so he had to ask cautiously.

"Because of you." Cheng Heng only said these three words.

Cheng Heng drew a textbook for a semester in the second year of junior high school, and finally his class teacher accidentally saw it, and Cheng Heng was naturally invited to the office.

Ban Ren pointed to Cheng Heng's textbook and asked only one sentence: "Do you like him?"

Cheng Heng didn't hesitate at the time, and just said, "I like it."

He thought he would get criticism or disdain from Ban Ren, but he didn't expect Ban Ren to point to the portrait he drew and said, "This boy is so good-looking, his family background is good, and he is too bookish. Looks like the type of good student."

After this sentence, Cheng Heng's class teacher also added: "As far as this boy's conditions are concerned, do you think you can be worthy of this boy if you don't work hard? Not to mention that the society is not so enlightened now, you like this Boy, can you bring this boy the life he wants? Why do the flowers that grow in other people’s greenhouses accept your feelings for you, so what you can do is to make yourself strong, strong enough to be To protect this boy, of course I don't mean the strength of your fists, but your knowledge must become stronger in all aspects."

After that, Cheng Heng changed his previous half-hearted attitude, and relied on his own efforts to win the fourth place in the city in the third year of junior high school and was admitted to the second middle school.

When the rankings were announced, the campus of No. [-] Middle School was full of gongs, drums and firecrackers.

But Cheng Heng will never forget that on the first day of his freshman year of high school, he became the student representative giving a speech under the national flag with the No. On the rostrum, I was told that my speech was cancelled. The main reason was that a newly enrolled bastard got into trouble at the school gate and got into a fight with others, which had a bad influence on the No. 1 Middle School.

Cheng Heng was waiting under the rostrum with a speech in his hand and a sneer on his face. He wanted to see which bastard dared to tear down his stage, but when he looked up, he realized that the bastard who was reviewing was actually him. The guy in the junior high class called "good student", "too bookish" and "flower in the greenhouse".

It's just that two years later, when the two got together, Song Xu had already forgotten about Cheng Heng, and the bookish atmosphere in him was slowly worn away because of the two years of junior high school, and it was replaced by He looked careless and angry.

Song Xu on the stage was holding the microphone, the bangs on his forehead were blown by the breeze, revealing his unruly eyes, and there was a wound on the corner of his mouth, making him even more rebellious. He stood on the rostrum recklessly and flamboyantly.

"Song Xu, Class [-], Senior [-], I made a mistake, but I won't change it. I'll hit this idiot every time I see him."

There was only this sentence in the young man's review, but it made Cheng Heng remember it until now, because the young man standing on the rostrum was so similar to the original him.

He didn't want to see the young man sink like this, because in his impression, the first time he saw the young man in the alley, he felt that the young man should not sink in the quagmire. He wanted Song Xu to stand on a higher place. I want to give Song Xu a hand.

Later, when the first semester of senior high school ended, Cheng Heng approached the grade director and asked the grade director to put Song Xu into the key class with him when the class was divided. A pot of porridge."

"Then I'll pack my schoolbag and go to Class Ten next semester." Cheng Heng naturally didn't compromise, although his words were plain, but his words were extremely serious.

How could Cheng Heng be allowed to go to Class Ten?It gathered the top [-] people in the liberal arts. Cheng Heng, who was the first in grade, went there. The first thing the grade director thought was that Cheng Heng would be taken away.

Sometimes "a single mouse droppings will ruin a whole pot of porridge", but if there are too many "porridge", maybe "mouse droppings" will not be able to cause any big storms.

But if a grain of "good rice" in his "one pot of porridge" goes to the "pile of rats", it is hard to guarantee that this grain of "good rice" will not be directly split into the stomach by "rats" on the first day.

The grade director weighed the pros and cons, and was almost persuaded by himself. Seeing this, Cheng Heng added: "Director, if Song Xu arrives in class one, I will supervise his study."

"No, if he doesn't make trouble, I will worship Buddha every day."

Cheng Heng knew that the grade director had agreed to this matter, so he said again: "Do you want him to go to Tsinghua University or Peking University?"

"Are you talking about yourself?" The grade director looked stiff, feeling that he had heard it wrong.

"No, I'm talking about him." Cheng Heng replied with a smile, "I think he is the material of Tsinghua University and Peking University. The director must be prepared. When the school celebrates with fireworks, there will be at least two hangings."

One is him, the other is Song Xu.

Cheng Heng has always been so confident.

But Cheng Heng's self-confidence suddenly disappeared after he asked Song Xu "Tsinghua University or Peking University" and got the answer "New Oriental". appearance, and then he worked overtime to rush to produce the "Rat Shit into Rice" project.

Facts have proved that Song Xu can indeed learn. Although he only got 985 in the exam, after all, he improved by more than 100 in one semester in such a messy state, which is what they call a "miracle in the second middle school".

Song Xu's face collapsed: "So, it's not because the principal lost a bet that I entered class one?"

Cheng Heng: "Yes."

Song Xu: "It's not that there is something wrong with the educational administration system."

Cheng Heng: "Yes."

Song Xu: "Actually, it was your plan."

Cheng Heng: "Yes."

Cheng Heng was so upright that Song Xu fell into silence with his frankness, and it took a long time for Song Xu to say, "You are rice cake stuffed with sesame seeds, right?"

Cheng Heng didn't understand what Song Xu meant: "What?"

"It looks white and clean on the outside, but in fact everything is black inside, and it only knows how to plan people." Song Xu complained.

Cheng Heng couldn't deny it, but still raised his mouth: "I only counted you this time, the rest are all sincere, including the fact that I have been sincere since I liked you in the second year of junior high school, and it has never changed."

The sudden change of topic made Song Xu cough slightly in embarrassment. Thinking that he had misunderstood Cheng Heng just now and said some nonsense such as "conscience fed the dog" and "I am a stand-in", he It just felt so embarrassing.

Song Xu's mind suddenly filled with popular novel themes - I became my stand-in.

He raised his hand to his forehead, really wanting to travel back and slap himself.

And Cheng Heng on the side seemed not to be too confused, and said: "You have never been anyone's substitute, you are the original match."

Song Xu's ears turned red suddenly, and he lowered his head, leaving only the hairy back of Cheng Heng's head.

"Little friend." Cheng Heng hugged Song Xu and rubbed Song Xu's head, "Did anyone say you blush easily?"

Song Xu only felt that the roots of his ears were getting hotter. Fortunately, he was buried in Cheng Heng's arms at this time, otherwise Cheng Heng's temperament would be more aggressive.

"It's too hot." Song Xu replied sullenly in Cheng Heng's arms, "I'm hot."

As soon as the words were finished, the hot and humid breath covered Song Xu's ears, and it was Cheng Heng who lowered his head and kissed his ears.

"Song Xu, I like you so much."

This is the second time Cheng Heng said he likes it, but it still made Song Xu blush. He raised his head to look at Cheng Heng, and met Cheng Heng's eyes. Cheng Heng is usually indifferent, even his eyes are indifferent. It was cold without emotion, but when looking at him at this time, those eyes were like the morning sun shining on the leaves-gentle and with a touch of temperature.

Song Xu seemed to be bewitched by those eyes, he grabbed Cheng Heng's collar and said falteringly: "Me too."

Cheng Heng was stunned for a moment, and he said, "What is it? I don't know what you mean, kid."

Although he knew that Cheng Heng was making fun of him, Song Xu repeated it again. Although his tone became fierce, he really said: "Cheng Heng, I like you."