I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

On Sunday afternoon, all boarding students need to go back to school for evening self-study. Zhang Youyuan didn't go back on the weekend. When Wen Yu and Song Qiulin opened the door and came in, she was lying on the bed and resting. She heard the sound of opening the door in a daze, and looked up to see a pair of holding hands , thought she was dazzled, rubbed her eyes, then looked over hard, and after seeing the person's face clearly, she was even more confused.

"Woke you up?" Wen Yu squatted down to organize the suitcase, saw Zhang Youyuan who was sitting up, and handed her a bag of candy, "Do you want to eat?"

Zhang Youyuan took it, peeled off one and stuffed it into his mouth, looking back and forth between the two with strange eyes.

"Why did you two come together today?"

Song Qiulin was hanging up his coat, when he heard her question, he stated in a cold tone, "Because she slept with me last night."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Zhang Youyuan was so frightened that she almost swallowed the candy. She stood up and drank, pointing at Song Qiulin with her fingers up, "You, you?"

Song Qiulin hung up the hanger, turned sideways, and looked lightly at her face, "As you think."

Her calm attitude made Zhang Youyuan hesitate, but calm down and think about it, the relationship between Wen Yu and Song Qiulin is already good, and it's not strange for good friends to stay overnight.

But she still couldn't hold back her gossip, and shared all of this discovery with Tang Yi on her mobile phone.

Tang Yi came late that night, and dragged his suitcase to the dormitory when the evening self-study was about to start. As soon as he entered the door, he noticed a different atmosphere from usual.

Wen Yu and Song Qiulin saw no one else sitting side by side at the table, with test papers spread out on the table, while Zhang Youyuan sat cross-legged by the bed, holding a pack of biscuits in his arms and stuffing them into his mouth, but his eyes kept on looking at their backs.

Obviously, there was a barrier between Zhang Youyuan and the two of them. Zhang Youyuan chewed vigorously, as if his mouth was stuffed with dry, choking dog food instead of biscuits.

"Eh...you guys still pack up for evening self-study?" Tang Yi looked at his watch.

"You're back, Tang Yi."

Tang Yi: I've been standing here for a few minutes, did you two notice me?

"Put on your shoes first, I'll take care of things." Song Qiulin stood up and patted Wen Yu's head.

"okay."

Tang Yi and Zhang Youyuan looked at each other. If I remember correctly, Wen Yu really hates being touched on her head. She would blow her hair if touched. What's going on with this well-behaved cat like a cat?

Zhang Youyuan gave her a look that you can understand by yourself, she looked at it all afternoon, and she was already familiar with it.

……

A week later, the final exam came as scheduled, and the exam lasted for three days. Wen Yu survived the most worrying English, and his nerves were relieved.

In the evening, she checked the answers with Song Qiulin, and found that the error rate was far below her expected range, and she felt much relieved.

During the exam, the dormitory management will not force the lights to be turned off, but they are still obedient and turn off the lights on time in their dormitories. Nothing else, they are usually well prepared, and it is not bad for this improvised effort. If there is insufficient rest time and the second It is not worth the loss if the state is not good during the day's exam.

Even Zhang Youyuan obediently went to bed early.

Song Qiulin was the last to go to bed. She always likes to wash in the last order, because the bedroom light is off. She walked to the bed in the dark based on her memory. After taking off her glasses, she didn't notice the bulging curve of the quilt on the bed at all. It was so right, I didn't realize that there was someone hidden inside until I took off my pajama jacket and got into bed wearing only a thin vest, and when my arm touched the warm and soft skin.

Wen Yu hid her head sullenly for a long time. Finally, when Song Qiulin found herself, she poked her head out and her face was blushing. She was still holding the phone in her hand. The faint light from the screen shone on her face, reflecting a pair of bright eyes , quietly staring at Song Qiulin.

Song Qiulin lay down, moved the quilt a little towards Wen Yu, stretched out his hand, but didn't take it back, wrapped it around the girl's slender waist, and didn't move.

These days, she has gotten used to the occasional surprises in her bed, and she has become more and more proficient in taking advantage of her.

She never asked why Wen Yu got into her bed, this kind of intimacy seems to have become a tacit agreement between the two.

Wen Yu stared at Song Qiulin's profile, and leaned close to her ear and said, "You haven't had much... insomnia lately."

She asked very tactfully, but she was actually asking about Qiuling's recent situation. Song Qiulin seldom brought it up, but Wen Yu also found out that since Song Qiulin's mother passed away, she had never appeared again.

She often wakes up in the middle of the night, and every time she sees Song Qiulin's quiet profile, she feels at ease.

Song Qiulin shook his head, tightened his arms, and put his two warm bodies close together, "I won't be able to hold you."

On the third day of the exam, the students who finished the exam early in the afternoon rushed into the dormitory first, and the roadside at the school gate was full of parents who came to borrow students.

Wen Yu packed up her things and walked to the door with Song Qiulin. On the phone, Wen Ziyang guided her to an alley with few people. There were two cars parked at the corner.

"Sister!" Wen Yu jumped up to greet Wen Ziyang, dropped the suitcase and ran over to hug her, rubbing his head lightly in her arms, "Finally liberated, I miss you so much."

Wen Ziyang patted her on the back. At this moment, the car door next to her opened, and the woman who got off from above had long and straight legs wrapped in suit pants, just standing there exuding an aura that could not be ignored.

Wen Yu frowned, and whispered into Wen Ziyang's ear, "Why did you come with her?"

Song Qiulin, who was behind him, brought over the box that Wen Yu had left behind, and stood still, "Sister."

In the past, the drivers who came to pick up Song Qiulin were all drivers, but today Song Zhou came in person, and Wen Yu didn't recognize the car.

"Well, let's get in the car, and I'll take you to move after dinner." Song Zhou opened the car door sideways.

Song Qiulin nodded, and after getting in the car, he waved to Wen Yu who was standing outside the door. Wen Yu moved his lips and wanted to say something, but then shrank back when he met Song Zhou's face.

"Sister, let's go home too, I'm so hungry." Without waiting for Wen Ziyang's reaction, he dragged the man into the car and went to put the suitcase. When he came back, he found that Song Zhou was still there. Did not get in the car, stood by the window.

Wen Yu waved at her, "Your sister must be hungry, take her to eat quickly."

Her posture of chasing people was almost the same as chasing chickens, but Song Zhou smiled disapprovingly, bent his fingers, and tapped lightly on the glass of the driver's seat.

Wen Ziyang in the car lowered the window, poked his head out, touched Song Zhou's cheek with his lips, and said in a coaxing tone, "Let's go, I'll take Ruan Ruan home for dinner first."

Wen Yu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he saw Song Zhou get into the car gracefully with a winner's smile on his face.

"you……?"

Wen Ziyang raised his head and reapplied his lipstick in the mirror, "You're not very old, why do you worry so much?"

Wen Yu's lips moved, and she wanted to say something, but suddenly thought of herself and Song Qiulin... No, then she didn't have the confidence to "educate" Wen Ziyang.

"Don't worry if you don't worry, then don't keep watching me like a three-year-old child." Wen Yu muttered in a low voice.

Wen Ziyang glanced at Wen Yu from the mirror, his clear eyes seemed to know Wen Yu's carelessness.

"If your grades can be kept in the top ten of the first class, I will not only ignore you, but also help you to block my mother." Wen Ziyang closed the mirror with one hand, tilted his head, "How about it, is this a good deal?"

"It's a word."

Accompanied by Song Zhou, Song Qiulin went home to pick up things. He had chosen to come back when no one else was around, but as soon as he entered the door, he saw his father and stepmother sitting in the hall. The atmosphere was serious, and there was an agreement in black and white on the table.

When Song Qiulin saw Song Zhou, Song Qiulin's father obviously didn't have a good look on his face, but no matter how angry he was, he suppressed it and finally walked away with a livid face.

"You still have some backbone." Before leaving, he dropped the pen in his hand and said to his stepmother.

"Go clean it up, I'll wait for you at the door." Song Zhou didn't want to enter the house, so he leaned against the wall after opening the door and didn't move.

Song Qiulin put on his slippers, and when he passed the coffee table, he saw the bruise on his stepmother's face with sharp eyes, and moved his gaze down to the pen cap on the table. The stepmother offered it.

The woman folded the paper silently, since the whole family has already torn their faces, she doesn't need to pretend to be as amiable as before, "In your eyes, I am a woman who loves money as much as her life, so you look down on me. "

"No." Song Qiulin looked away.

In fact, she didn't have any special feelings for this stepmother, and she didn't particularly hate her, but she couldn't even say she liked her.

"He never looked at me directly. He just asked me to be a qualified vase and sit quietly. I just took the salary I deserved. Did I do something wrong?"

Song Qiulin said lightly, "No."

The stepmother had been morbidly ingratiating to her father from the very beginning, and Song Qiulin had also sneered at her behavior. However, as she grew older, her comprehension ability and vision grew, and many things that she was not used to when she was young began to slow down. Slow down.

Youth is no longer, but the still beautiful woman stared blankly at the gate, her voice trembling and choked, "I'm afraid, I'm poor and afraid, as long as I don't let me go back to my old life, I will do anything willing."

Her appearance was in great contrast to the dainty appearance she usually had when getting along with the wives in the circle, but Song Qiulin felt that this was her original appearance.

"You can take this house. If you want to live in it, you can continue to live in it. I will move out within today." After she finished speaking, she raised her legs and went upstairs without waiting for the woman to respond.

Song Qiulin seldom lived here before, and only came back during the holidays. The change of clothes and personal belongings was not enough for a large suitcase. When she dragged the suitcase down, her stepmother was still sitting there.

After hesitating for a while whether to say goodbye before leaving, the stepmother took the initiative to call her back.

"Qiu Lin, thank you, you have been a good boy all these years."

This sentence did not know where it touched Song Qiulin's nerves. She tightened her hand holding the suitcase until her knuckles turned white. Then she raised her eyelids and said, "So it's been long enough."

She's been a "good boy" long enough and she's tired of it.