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In a certain alley not far from A Dadong Campus, under the dim light, a thin and handsome man was leaning against the wall, kicking a small stone next to him with one foot, holding the phone by his ear with his left hand.

"Boss Mu, you caused me to lose my job. You can't dismiss me with just a word." Zhao Chenchen suppressed his anger, kicked hard with his feet, and the stone was kicked up violently, hit the opposite wall and was crushed again. Bounces back to the ground and rolls to the side.

I don't know what was said on the phone. Within two seconds, Zhao Chenchen turned to the phone in surprise, "Hello? Hello? Hello?"

Before he could get angry, a cold and deep voice came to Zhao Chenchen's ears along with the howling wind, "So, it was Mu Zhiyuan who asked you to slander me?"

Zhao Chenchen raised his head and saw Cheng Xi standing at the entrance of the alley, and immediately became furious—it was this person, if he hadn't called the police, the 10 yuan would have been in his pocket long ago.

But now?The work and work are gone, and the money will not be available. I am really pissed off.

"You still dare to call to ask me out? Cheng Xi, I'm afraid you are looking for death." Zhao Chenchen took out a fruit knife from his jacket pocket as he spoke, the sharp blade reflected the glare under the dim streetlight.

Zhao Chenchen rushed towards Cheng Xi with a knife, and the latter dodged sideways when the knife tip was about to reach his stomach, and then slammed his elbow into Zhao Chenchen's chin...

Three minutes later, Zhao Chenchen vomited blood, and crawled back tremblingly. Beside him, Cheng Xi picked up the fruit knife that fell on the ground, until the cold and biting touch hit the side of his face one by one, and Zhao Chenchen's head "buzzed" "It exploded all of a sudden, his head was blank, his lips opened and closed cautiously:

"Cheng Xi, don't, we, let's work together..."

Cheng Xi turned a deaf ear to this, but stared at Zhao Chenchen's empty wrist without saying a word. After a long time, he suddenly sneered, "That's right, that watch was never something you valued."

"Which hand is the watch?"

Zhao Chenchen, who was stammering and pleading, completely missed Cheng Xi's train of thought: "Huh?"

Facing Cheng Xi's cold and menacing eyes, Zhao Chenchen faintly sensed something, he didn't dare to stretch out his hand, and tried his best to shrink back.

"Then two together." Cheng Xi seemed to be impatient, and before he finished speaking, Zhao Chenchen suddenly felt a sharp pain in the palms of both hands, and sticky blood came out along the scratches, and Zhao Chenchen screamed like crazy, " Ah—ah—it hurts, it hurts—Cheng Xi, I was wrong, I was really wrong, don't..."

"You are wrong." Cheng Xi didn't know what to think, suddenly the corner of his mouth curled up, he threw the knife aside, stood up and looked down at Zhao Chenchen, "But it seems that your fault is not useless ...Remember, stay away from my things in the future."

After Cheng Xi left, Zhao Chenchen went straight to the school infirmary with trembling hands, until the blood on his hand stopped, until the pain in his heart was no longer strong, and he followed the school doctor's frowning gaze, and suddenly found that there was somewhere in his pants... ...it was soaking wet.

……

On Saturday, in the Han family villa.

"Well——" Han Jin sat on the chair and stretched, and moved his butt that was a little stiff from sitting for too long. He looked at the opposite side gratefully: "This question is too difficult, but your method is very useful. I recently I found that learning seemed really easy.”

Most importantly, it is so inspiring to finally be able to store what you have learned instead of just forgetting it.

"It's good if I can help you." Cheng Xi's eyes moved slightly, falling on Han Jin's smiling face, with a tenderness that he didn't realize.

At this time, the phone in his pocket vibrated, and Cheng Xi went to the entrance of the backyard to make a call.

While her son was stretching and taking a rest, Xia Xue seized the opportunity to bring a bowl of fruit plate and two cups of freshly made mango yogurt.

The various fruits on the platter are combined in a beautiful way. The milky yellow mango is soaked in the milky thick yogurt, which is extra appetizing.

"Morning, does your classmate think the meat floss rice balls are delicious?" Xia Xue brought the mango yogurt to his son and added a spoon to it for him.

"what?"

"It's your classmate named Xin Teng. Didn't you say that he wants to try our meat floss rice ball?"

Han Jin reflexively looked towards the entrance of the backyard, and found that Cheng Xi was facing the backyard on the phone. He probably didn't hear what his mother said just now. He heaved a sigh of relief, nodded and whispered, "Delicious, delicious. Mom, you Hurry up and get busy with your work, I still have to study here."

"Still learning? At least take a break."

"But, but I want to eat oil-splashed noodles made by my mother." Han Jin hurriedly lied when he caught sight of Cheng Xi picking up the phone and walking towards him from the corner of his eye.

"Ah? Oily noodles, okay, okay, mom will make it right away." Xia Xue was flattered.She thought that after becoming rich, her son would not want to talk about or experience the hard times before.

When passing by Cheng Xi, Xia Xue greeted him to eat some fruit, and after walking two steps, he realized that he hadn’t finished what he just said: "By the way, Teacher Cheng, I asked my aunt to make a lot of rice balls, you can try them later. If you think it's delicious, take it home and give it to your family to taste?"

"Thank you, Auntie." Cheng Xi smiled slightly, "Auntie, you can just call me Xiaoxi."

"Okay, Xiaoxi."

Han Jin waited anxiously for Cheng Xi to sit on the seat, then politely presented another cup of mango yoghurt, and delivered the whole plate as expected, "Cheng Xi, try it quickly, it's delicious."

Immediately afterwards, Han Jin pretended to be nonchalant and picked up a small piece of strawberry, preparing to put it into his mouth. Then, he heard a low, hoarse and cold voice from the opposite side.

"Meat floss rice ball?" Cheng Xi looked at Han Jin with a half-smile, the tenderness disappeared at this moment, and his voice was piercingly cold.

"Auntie still remembers Xin Teng's name."

Han Jin: "!!!"

Xin Teng = distressed, this name is so common and so special, most people will not remember it wrong.

Han Jin wanted to cry, but looked at Cheng Xi's half-smiling gaze, swallowed, touched his nose, cleared his throat, and then glanced in the direction of the kitchen with a guilty conscience: "Well, you like to eat fried noodles ?"

Han Jin's tone was soft, and there was a hint of milky smell when he got close, which was because of the mango yogurt he drank just now.

"I like to eat meat floss rice balls." Cheng Xi's voice was cold with an inexplicable sense of danger. He stared at Han Jin's smooth and thin wrist.

Cheng Xi thought so, and did the same.

He held Han Jin's wrist tightly, the veins on the back of his right hand were bulging, and the two previous scars were hideous, as if trying to break through the obstacles of flesh and blood.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, Cheng Xi..." Han Jin felt a sharp pain in his wrist, his mind went blank, all his thoughts were focused on the source of the pain, and his brain couldn't function at all.

"Early? What's the matter?" Xia Xue's questioning voice came from the kitchen.

Cheng Xi's heart froze, and he immediately let go of Han Jin. Just as Han Jin was about to get angry, he met Cheng Xi's red eye corners, unable to utter any accusations.

"Morning?" Xia Xue's voice continued.

"Mom, it's okay." Han Jin yelled in the direction of the kitchen, and immediately dragged Cheng Xi up to the second floor, until they entered the bedroom and closed the door, leaving only the two of them, the doubt and depression in Han Jin's eyes could no longer hide up.

"Cheng Xi, what's the matter with you?" He thought he didn't mention Song Lian today.

Han Jin rubbed his pinched wrist, raised his head and stared angrily at Cheng Xi's red eyes.In just one second, Han Jin was defeated - it was his fault that he didn't tell his mother that the meat floss rice balls were for Cheng Xi today.

Han Jin opened his mouth to explain, but thinking of the pain in his wrist, he swallowed the words again.

"It turns out that the meat floss rice ball was not for me." Cheng Xi clenched his fists tightly, staring at Han Jin with scarlet eyes.

He was much taller than Han Jin, and when he lowered his head slightly to approach others, there would be an invisible pressure flooding his surroundings, but Han Jin didn't notice this, and all his thoughts were on what Cheng Xi said just now.

Sure enough, Cheng Xi was really angry because of this matter. He must be very concerned about the friendship between friends, so... It is really a coincidence, if he didn't see those people talking nonsense in the group, he wouldn't be so angry. With a guilty conscience, he erased the word "Cheng Xi" and temporarily changed it to "Xin Teng".

In fact, Xin Teng didn't take a bite at all.

"It's not like this, I..." Han Jin was at a loss for words for a moment, what should he say about this matter?I can't tell Cheng Xi bluntly that it's because of his guilty conscience...

Ahhhhhh, what should I do?Cheng Xi seemed to be really uncomfortable, he was shaking all over, his fists were clenched so tightly, he must be very angry.

"What's that like?" Cheng Xi gritted his teeth tightly, the anger in his body was on the verge of erupting.

Han Jin looked very depressed in his heart, knowing that Cheng Xi had misunderstood, knowing that this matter was not explained clearly, Cheng Xi would probably be angry all the time, he didn't want Cheng Xi to be angry.

"It's for you, it's for you, you are my best friend, of course it's for you. The reason why I didn't tell my mother is because the class group said... that I still like you, I'm afraid you will Mind..." Han Jin didn't care so much, and said all his thoughts in one breath.

Before the words fell, Cheng Xi relaxed all over, let go of her clenched fists, a faint smile overflowed from the corner of her mouth, reflecting the redness at the end of her eyes, she said with indescribable simplicity and forbearance: "I know."

it is as expected.

Han Jin: "?"

knew?Know what?Why do you still laugh when you know it?

Is Cheng Xi comforting him?This is too distressing...

"Can I call you early?" Cheng Xi suddenly asked a nonsensical question, and Han Jin was stunned for several seconds.

"Ah? Of course...you can." There's nothing wrong with that, right?Isn't it just a nickname?

Then, Cheng Xi suddenly approached Han Jin's ear, her warm breath hit the ear, and her voice was low and outrageous: "You can't tell other students, this is our little secret as 'best friends'."

I don't know if it's Han Jin's illusion, but Cheng Xi bit down the word "good friend" very hard, as if...he really, really cares about his friend.

But at this moment, Han Jin didn't care so much, his whole body went numb as if he had been electrocuted, he shivered suddenly, his face became hot for some reason, and after a long while, he stammered and said, " When, of course."