Talking tablemates chase after me

The last rays of the setting sun scattered in the dilapidated alley.

Ding Jinyu turned into the alley, and saw a row of old one-story houses in front of him marked with dazzling red circles, with a slanted line drawn in the middle, and the word "demolition" twisted on his crutches.

He walked casually to the foot of an old pagoda tree, leaned lazily on the trunk, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket.

It seems that the person who invited him to dinner today is late again.

There was a noise from the alley not far away. He looked up and saw a girl running desperately ahead with a wooden stick, followed by seven or eight gangsters.

The alley was a dead end, and the girl stopped after a few steps into the alley. She put the wooden stick on her shoulder and turned to look at the people behind her.

Ding Jinyu's back, which had already left the tree trunk, leaned back after seeing the girl's unfazed eyes.

The corners of his lips curled up to one side, and he took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and put it in his mouth.

The lighter made a "click" sound in his hand. He lowered his head and put the cigarette butt on the flame.

"Run--" No one among the hooligans noticed that there was a young man hiding under the tree, so they only turned their nostrils to the sky.

Before the smoke could be lit, a gust of wind blew out the flames. Ding Jinyu raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, looking up in the direction of the sound.

A man with tattooed arms walked out from among the gangsters, raised his hand and took the cigarette from his ear and put it to his mouth. Someone behind him immediately lit a lighter.

"Ding Yinan, show me another one?"

The gangsters who came up burst into laughter.

Click, click.

The lighter rang twice in Ding Jinyu's hand, but the flame did not ignite again.

When the laughter faded away, without any warning, the flower-armed man put away the smile on his face, and flicked away half of the cigarette butt in his hand.

Almost at the same time as the cigarette butt fell to the ground, Ding Jinyu threw the non-combustible lighter aside and straightened his back against the tree.

But one step faster than him was the stick in Ding Yinan's hand.

Before the flower-armed man had time to retract his swinging arm, the stick landed on the flower's arm.

He clutched his forearm and staggered back a few steps, was caught by his companion behind him, said "fuck" a few times in his mouth, pushed away the person who was supporting him impatiently, turned his head and cursed: "You guys Damn it's dead!"

A few gangsters behind him stepped forward in response, took out a short stick of more than ten centimeters from the back waist, and held it in their hands. Metal unique splendor color.

They walked forward step by step, shaking their sticks, while Ding Yinan clenched the sticks in his hands.

The situation at the scene was tense, and no one noticed when a lazy teenager approached.

Ding Jinyu raised his hand to touch the shoulder of one of the gangsters who raised the swing stick above his head, and with the other hand took down the cigarette dangling from his mouth and approached him in front of him.

"Brother—" He raised his eyes and stared at the person in front of him, "Can I borrow a fire?"

The gangsters froze for two seconds, exchanged glances, and rushed towards Ding Jinyu, who was lazily lying between the two groups of people.

Ding Jinyu raised his head and kicked the person closest to him to the ground.

The man fell on his back, with unbelievable shock and fear written in his wide-eyed eyes, but he didn't look much, and then two more people rushed up.

He bowed and lowered his head, dodging the stick that was swung towards his left face, turned around and took the wooden stick from Ding Yinan's hand, and hit the other man's arm that was punching him heavily.

The wooden stick broke at the sound, and the sawdust splashed and embedded in the flesh of the man's arm. He took a few steps back while covering his arm, and made a painful "hiss" sound from his mouth.

The person holding the swinging stick exerted too much force, and fell to the ground face down.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them had already lost their fighting strength, and those who were about to pounce on behind began to hesitate and looked at each other.

"Ding Yinan——" Ding Jinyu had time to glance at the girl behind him, and after confirming that it was all right, he said, "It's a step back."

Ding Yinan raised her chin, "Call me sister!"

The disdainful words and attitudes of the two of them completely angered the gangsters in front of them. The people who hesitated just now seized the opportunity and were about to pounce on them again, but they were interrupted by a shout——

"The police are here!"

Ding Jinyu looked back at the alley where the sound came from, only to see a figure in school uniform flashing past quickly. He thought it was some child's "brave act" or a prank, and then the siren really sounded.

"Brother..." A group of gangsters were stunned for two seconds, and then they looked at the flower-armed man hiding at the end of the crowd at the same time, "What should I do?"

The flower-armed man covered his arms and looked around, then gave Ding Jinyu a hard look, "Boy, who are you?"

Ding Jinyu turned his head, but his eyes did not look at the man with the flowery arm; he looked around, and replied flatly, "Hurry up if you still want to hit, don't talk nonsense."

Hearing the sound of the police siren, the man looked at the brother who was wearing a lottery beside him, spat angrily, said "wait for me" routinely, and then turned his head and ran away.

Ding Jinyu nodded, "Yes".

The sirens stopped at some point, and when the siblings walked out of the alley, it was already dark.

Ding Yinan took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and squatted casually on the curb under the street lamp, "I didn't intend to fight today, I just warned them to stay away from Qin Yuxi."

"I just came back for a summer vacation, and this is already the third time." Ding Jinyu snatched half of the cigarette from Ding Yinan's hand, threw it on the ground and crushed it with his feet, "If I didn't ask you for dinner today, you plan to what to do?"

"If you don't do that, you won't be able to fight, they're all cowards!" Ding Yinan sighed helplessly and stood up: "Ding Jinyu, don't forget, who was bullied when I was a child and would only drag me Crying in the corner of your clothes, which time did I not help you call back? Why—”

"Do you think I can't handle those trash by myself now?"

"Sister." Ding Jinyu looked down at the girl in front of her who was only as tall as her shoulders.

"Okay, okay...Is it okay if I'm wrong?" Ding Yinan resolutely confessed, "Sister", "I know you are afraid that I will suffer..."

Speaking of which, she reached out to rub Ding Jinyu's head like she did when she was a child, "Our little fish has grown up, and I know how much I love my sister—"

Ding Jinyu tilted her head to avoid Ding Yinan's hand, and frowned, "Look at your hair, it's even shorter than mine, and Auntie won't look good if she sees it."

"When did Ding Yan see that I had a good face? It's okay——" Ding Yinan raised her hand and rubbed her face, "Her youngest son is almost six years old. He has been busy choosing elementary school for the past two days, so he has no time to worry about it." I."

"Your half-brother?" Ding Jinyu asked.

"Not a cousin like you!" Ding Yinan patted Ding Jinyu's shoulder with a smile, and walked forward, "Did you see the kid who howled at the entrance of the alley just now? That school uniform, it looks like it's from your school of--"

"Shouldn't you start school too?"

"I'll report tomorrow." Ding Jinyu kept up, "I have to make up lessons for the second year of high school."

"The third middle school is the province's key point. You should study hard for two years and get into a good university." Ding Yinan suddenly stopped talking and turned to stare at Ding Jinyu, "Stop fighting."

"This fight—" Ding Jinyu raised his eyebrows and sighed, "Is it what I want to fight?"

Ding Yinan laughed awkwardly, turned his head and continued walking, "Go—"

"Sister treats you to dinner!"

At 08:30 the next morning, Ding Jinyu was already standing in the corridor. Today was his first day of official reporting after transferring to No. [-] Middle School.

The 1.8-meter-five boy has deep eyebrows, and his simple T-shirt and jeans are enough to attract the attention of the corridor.

The corridor on the first day of school was very noisy, and the students were busy chatting and joking around, but with him as the center, spread out a radius of one and a half meters square, everyone couldn't help but look in his direction, and they were all passing by Time to detour.

The sun in Panyang City in mid-August was poisonous. Even if he passed through the corridor early in the morning, Ding Jinyu's vest became hot.

Occasionally, there were a few quarrels in the principal's room, and he frowned amidst the shivering and curious scrutiny.

Occasionally there was a few laughs behind him, he took out the phone from his trouser pocket in a bored way, and slid his thumb across it to light up the screen; but before he could find anything interesting on the phone, he was hit hard by someone. on the back.

"Yes... I'm sorry..." The person behind him quickly apologized.

Ding Jinyu turned her head and saw a boy with big round eyes, not too short, but thin; the boy smiled shyly at him, with crooked eyebrows and a small dimple on the right cheek.

It's a cute and lovable face, but Ding Jinyu doesn't like it very much——

Obviously, I am not the same person as myself.

He glared at the other party as a warning, and raised his eyes to see someone behind the boy smiling like a prank.

"That..." The boy looked at the mobile phone in Ding Jinyu's hand, then looked up at the closed door of the principal's office, and reminded him in a low voice, "The use of mobile phones is not allowed in the teaching area. If caught, they will be confiscated."

Ding Jinyu ignored it, turned around and started a random game on his phone.

"Eh--"

Before the opening screen advertisement of the game had passed, with an exclamation and muffled noise, he was bumped again, stronger than before; he turned his head a little impatiently, and saw that the person who bumped him just now Already fell to his feet.

He put his mobile phone back into his trouser pocket, turned around and walked towards the few people who were laughing in the corridor just now, no matter their height or eyes, they gave people an invisible oppressive force.

Among those people, there was a small boy who looked like a monkey, he quickly pushed the people around him, and stammered: "No...it's not me! He...he pushed..."

The people around me widened their eyes in fright, and quickly shook their heads and waved their hands.

Ding Jinyu walked forward, the little man backed away, and finally leaned his back against the wall by the corridor, his eyes seemed to be trembling.

The attention of the entire corridor was attracted, Ding Jinyu raised his hand and clenched his fist, and swung it out without hesitation.

"Stop fighting."

He suddenly remembered that when Ding Yinan was talking to him, his eyes were very serious.

Everyone gasped, but no one made a move to stop it, and they didn't know whether it was too late to react or dare not.

The boy who fell on the ground just got up from the ground, before he could even make a sound, he saw Ding Jinyu's fist hit the wall next to the little man's ear.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing, you?" The door of the principal's office was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman stood at the door.

The female teacher is of medium height, with black-rimmed glasses, and she is very thin; her white shirt is neatly tucked into casual trousers, buttoned to the top.

There was chatter in the corridor, but no one dared to make a sound. In the end, the boy who just fell at Ding Jinyu's feet pouted and stepped forward to answer.

"Teacher Song, they..." He glanced at Ding Jinyu, who had withdrawn his hand, and the frightened little man, "They're just kidding!"

"How many times have I told you that the corridor space is small, don't fight!" Teacher Song turned to look at Ding Jinyu, "Come in with me."

As soon as Ding Jinyu stepped into the principal's office, he saw a middle-aged man sitting on the boss chair with a smile on his face, "You are Ding Jinyu, right?"

"I am the principal of No. [-] Middle School, surnamed Wang." Principal Wang smiled amiably, "I have studied your previous grades with your grade director in the second year of high school. The scores are average and excellent. Are you really not considering science? ?”

Ding Jinyu stood up straight, but put his hands in his pockets. Principal Wang thought he was smiling too kindly, and his chest felt tired, and he lowered his eyes.

At this time, someone opened the door and came in. Principal Wang quickly got up and introduced, "This is your grade director, Director Wu."

Director Wu and Teacher Song who stood by nodded as a greeting, and trotted to Principal Wang's ear to whisper a few words.

"That..." Principal Wang's smile froze, and he looked at the female teacher beside him, "Does Teacher Song have any comments?"

"I still say the same thing—" Teacher Song on the side looked suspicious, but his tone remained steady, "Respect the students' opinions."

After Teacher Song finished speaking, all eyes were on Ding Jinyu again. He raised his eyelids and only replied two words: "Whatever."

"Ahem..." Director Wu cleared his throat in embarrassment, "Then follow what we said before. Ding Jinyu will ask Mr. Song."

Teacher Song nodded, raised his legs and walked towards the door, turned his head and glanced at Ding Jinyu, "Let's go, it's time for class."

"Alas—" the door of the principal's office was closed again, and Principal Wang sighed, "You are the champion of science, so you just ran away? You came to beg me to talk to Lao Song, and asked Ding Jinyu to transfer to the science experiment class, why? ..."

Principal Wang shook his head again, and glanced at Director Wang who was smiling apologetically: "He really fought at the door of my office on the first day he transferred?"

"I heard from the students that it can't be considered a fight, but almost beat up a classmate from another class!" Director Wu closed his smile, pretending to be serious, "If he really enters the science experiment class, there is no telling what will happen. Sample……"

"Hey..." Principal Wang still shook his head, and said with regret in a low voice, "It's all good if the grades are good..."

"Ding Jinyu." Teacher Song took two steps, stopped and waited for Ding Jinyu to walk side by side with him, "My surname is Song, the head teacher of Class 21, and your geography teacher for the next two years."

After Ding Jinyu nodded, she went on to say, "The teacher didn't want to interfere with your decision, it's just that you just arrived in Panyang City, so you may not understand many things."

"You are still young, the teacher just hopes that you will make a decision that you will not regret after knowing all the situations." She stopped in front of the honor wall in the corridor, and pointed to the row of photos in front of her , "No. 40 Middle School is good at science, and has won the top science students in the city in the past ten years, but the school has never produced a liberal arts champion in the [-] years since its establishment—"

"It's all in the middle school next door."

"En." Ding Jinyu also paused, raised his eyes casually and glanced at the honor wall in front of him, and replied casually: "Then I will fight for it."

Teacher Song smiled and led the students to the classroom.

As soon as he entered the classroom, Ding Jinyu didn't feel very good.

He had good eyesight, and at a glance he saw that there was only one empty seat in the entire classroom, next to the person who bumped into him just now.

"This is a new student in our class." After Mr. Song introduced Ding Jinyu, he looked at the boy who had an empty seat beside him, "Mingxi, take care of the new student."

"Okay! Teacher Song." Ming Xi, Ding Jinyu's new deskmate, replied straightforwardly.

Teacher Song turned to look at Ding Jinyu, lowered his voice and asked, "May I introduce myself?"

Ding Jinyu walked up to the podium, wrote her name on the blackboard neatly, then nodded slightly to the podium, and walked to her seat.

As soon as he sat down, Ming Xi came up to him, "Your name is Ding Jinyu?"

"Mmm." Ding Jinyu lowered his head to pack his desk and new book, not intending to say more.

"My name is Mingxi!" The new deskmate continued, "What happened in the corridor just now..."

"Forget it... Anyway, thank you!"

Ding Jinyu didn't raise his head to address his new deskmate, but curled his lips in doubt.

no need thank me?

Thank you for not hitting you?

Seeing that he didn't respond, Ming Xi continued to talk for nothing, "Anyway, I'm older than you, so you can come to me for any problems in school from now on!"

Ding Jinyu still didn't look up, but young boys are always a little inadvertently concerned about issues such as height and age.

He asked perfunctorily, "Do you know how old I am?"

"Ah?" Mingxi was embarrassed, obviously he didn't guess that Ding Jinyu's focus was so strange, "Then what... I was... the third year of junior high school, and I repeated it for a year."

Do you want to repeat junior high school?

It was the first time Ding Jinyu had heard of it, but he was not interested in asking more questions. He resumed his previous silence and continued to tidy up his desk.

"Brother Xiaoming! Brother Xiaoming!" The voice was not from his new deskmate. Ding Jinyu looked up and saw that it was Mingxi's front desk. If he hadn't heard the voice, he would have always thought that the seat was a girl.

"Wang Lei and the others are on duty today." Mingxi's front desk continued to mutter, "But my grandfather's [-]th birthday today, you have to help me out, I can't delay after school!"

"Zhou Hao! You're yelling again!" Ming Xi made a gesture to slap the head of the front table, but the boy shrank his neck, so his slap didn't fall, and he raised his chin and said, "No problem!"

"Hey, Ding Jinyu—" Waiting for the front desk to smirk twice and turn around, he turned his head and continued to harass his new deskmate, "Your name is so complicated, who gave it to you? There were many mistakes in the papers when I was young, right?" ? What Yu, like a little girl."

Huaijin holds Yu.

This name was given to her by her grandfather. Ding Jinyu already couldn't stand the chatter at the same table, and now she even resents others taking her grandfather's wishes as a joke.

He turned his head and glared at the chattering Ming Xi, just in time to bump into the dimple on the right side of her face.

In his eyes, this is probably the only advantage of his new deskmate.

"Your mother didn't teach you, you have no education, so you need to read more?" After he finished speaking, he impatiently threw a stack of textbooks on the table.

All the eyes of Class 21 were instantly attracted by this dissonant voice, and Teacher Song also walked off the podium, "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, teacher." Ding Jinyu replied casually, "My hand slipped."

"Be careful next time." Teacher Song didn't continue the question. She walked back to the podium and continued: "That's all for the precautions during the make-up class. Now take out all the textbooks..."

There was hot embarrassment in the air, Ming Xi finally retreated to her seat and did not speak again.

Ding Jinyu is very satisfied with the result——

The world is finally quiet.

After a long time, he heard his deskmate mutter softly: "But my mother..."

"It's already dead..."