After transferring to another school, I was stared at by the student god

"Don't you fucking know how to speak?"

Bai Ji's face changed suddenly, and he couldn't help clenching his fists. For a second, he thought that Qi Xiang could spit out ivory.

"I'm serious." Qi Xiang was sincere and innocent.

As far as Qi Xiang himself is concerned, there is not much difference between living in peace and confronting tit for tat, but he has already spoken out his tentative words, and he simply went straight to the dark. Maybe Bai Ji, who is not cold-faced, is more interesting?

Since Boss Huang said that Bai Ji was soft-hearted, he wanted to see if this "flower arm persimmon" was soft-hearted.

Qi Xiang lowered his hands and put down the bag tied around his wrist, just about to speak further.

At this time, the service bell on the bar buzzed and vibrated.

Seeing the opportunity, Xiao Ma grabbed Bai Ji's apron, and cautiously interjected, "Que'er, upstairs."

The tips of the ears are at the same level, and they catch the sound that is scattered in the air.

"Que'er?" He bit the two words, tilted his head and looked at Bai Ji, "Young name?"

Que'er is a nickname given by Liang Fengqiu.

He said the name Baiji, you call him Baige, it’s a pigeon, you call him Jige, it’s also like a chicken, it’s more or less a bird, it’s just a bird, and the bird’s call.

Over time, some acquaintances and neighbors also like to shout this way.

But when Qi Xiang yelled this name, the ending swirled, and the long sound was sticky, like melting ice cream, sticking to his throat, sticking to panic.

Bai Ji's ears itch when he heard this, and his brows furrowed just now.

He glanced at Qi Xiang, weighed it and then glanced upstairs, too lazy to continue arguing with Qi Xiang.

"Do you know me well?" Ji Ji was in the coffee shop, Bai Ji cursed in a low voice, "Shut up, get out."

He reached out his hand to turn off the light at the service desk, stopped looking at the item, turned and went upstairs.

How could Qi Xiang just let him go like this, the pestering man will follow.

"Hey--"

Qi Xiang missed the steps and was stopped by the pony.

Xiao Ma: "Handsome guy, don't make it difficult to find him."

Qi Xiang tilted his head to look at the girl, rolled his eyes, seemed to think of something, and returned to the bar obediently.

Qi Xiang put his arms on the bar, sat on the high chair, and smiled harmlessly at the pony.

"Would you like ice cream?" He introduced himself to Xiao Ma, "You can just call me Xiao Qi, and Bai Ji and I are classmates."

"Eat, I bought it specially for Bai Ji." Xiao Ma picked out the popsicles generously, "Xiao Qi, do you have conflicts with Bai Ji?"

Qi Xiang nodded, "I'm making up lessons for him. I misunderstood a bit, and I just want to clarify with him."

Xiao Ma thought of Bai Ji's enthusiasm for fishing for three days and drying the net for two days in school, and thought it was a conflict in his studies, so he took the initiative to propose ideas for Bai Ji's good.

She pointed out: "You can't tease him and make him angry."

Qi Xiang pursed his lips and shrugged, pointing at the figure walking upstairs, "I was playing with him, it seems like I stepped on a cat's tail."

"Fortunately, I'm not really angry. If he is really angry..." Xiaoma waved his hands, but didn't continue, "I'll teach you how to do it."

Qi Xiang listened attentively.

"Sincere, weak." Pony raised two fingers and smiled slyly, "but I have to act first."

Bai Ji went up for a stroll, and when he came down, Qi Xiang was already sitting at a corner not far away. When he saw him, he stared straight at him with bright eyes and waved coquettishly.

Bai Ji was selectively blind, muttered in a low voice, hell, and returned to the bar with two empty glasses hanging.

"Here." With a popsicle in his mouth, Xiao Ma pushed Bai Ji a cup of milk tea.

Bai Ji was confused, "?"

"Xiao Qi ordered it for you to apologize for your own mouth."

Bai Ji was stunned, surprised at Qi Xiang's strange behavior.

Today he is more or less insane, and he is tired of talking and doing things crookedly.

Seeing that he was indifferent, Xiao Ma, who had been recruited, stepped up his horsepower.

"I put a bag of ice cream in the freezer, and it looks like it's all your favorites. Work hard."

"I took a bribe to help someone talk. Xiao Qi wants to talk to you about tutoring. Listen~"

tutoring?

So ice cream and milk tea are all gimmicks for apologizing?

"Oh."

Bai Ji glanced at Qi Xiang who was still smirking, without changing his face, as if he didn't care at all, he was busy washing the cups.

Just when Xiao Ma thought his mission had failed, Bai Ji put the cups on the shelf, wiped his fingers one by one, and asked awkwardly, "What did he order?"

“Iced Americano.”

"Yeah." Bai Ji nodded, coolly, "I'll make it for him."

"!?"

Xiao Ma quickly stepped aside and blinked wildly at Qi Xiang.

"Don't wink at him." Bai Ji said, "I can see it."

Bai Ji ground the coffee skillfully, and then slowly wiped away the dripping coffee liquid because of Qi Xiang's earnest gaze, which was too eager to ignore. He turned his back and sighed slowly.

Reach out and don't hit the smiling man.

After accepting the gift, the confidence is insufficient.

If it is tutoring...

Bai Ji pondered for a moment, then turned around and went to the back kitchen to take out a cheese red velvet.

He made it in the morning, and there were only two left, and he brought them to Qi Xiang in American style.

"Buy coffee and get a cake?" Qi Xiang leaned forward against the table and looked around, "It's pretty."

"Give it back to you."

Bai Ji sat across from Qi Xiang, raised his eyebrows, and still skipped words.

"Say."

"what?"

"..." Stupid, oh shit!

Bai Ji thought that Qi Xiang was playing tricks, so he nodded speechlessly, got up and was about to leave.

Qi Xiang hurriedly clamped Bai Ji's arm, pressed the sun on his forearm with his fingertips, smiled until there was only a slit in his eyes, pulled him back, and begged for mercy: "Speak seriously, seriously."

He straightened his attitude, "I mean, it's boring for us to quarrel every day. Isn't it a waste of time? Dan Yu has an exam at the beginning of the semester. When you fail in the exam, Aunt Zhou asked, we all It's hard to explain."

Bai Ji shook his hand away from him, pretending to be listening, his face was always cold, and he couldn't tell whether he agreed or disagreed.

Qi Xiang began to lay the steps, backing off.

"I'll go back and sort out the knowledge points for you in the first year of high school. Let's do math first. If you have time, write a paper. Of course, if you don't have time, let's study slowly tomorrow."

Qi Xiang loves to laugh, so he always appears non-aggressive, like a piece of white jade that is gentle and nourishing.

His peach blossom eyes are naturally affectionate, with a faint blush at the end of the eyes, which is full of spring and rain. He also made perfect use of his appearance, and looked at Bai Ji with those moist eyes, sincerely like a dog. Pitiful.

Bai Ji's expression was a little loose, his eyelids were drooping, and his heart was also tangled.

Qi Xiang was shameless and couldn't get rid of him, making things difficult, Bai Ji knew it well, neither side would let go, so he could only spend time with him in a lukewarm, rootless way.

And he makes sense.

But the saddest thing for Bai Ji is his own test. He doesn't know if he can study seriously now, sometimes...

Forget it, Bai Ji licked his dry lips.

He raised his head and asked calmly, "Is it delicious?"

The cake was sweet, and Qi Xiang didn't like it very much, but he put on a look of interest, scooping spoonfuls with all his might.

Miss Ma told him that the cake was made by Bai Ji.

If Bai Ji took the initiative to give him a cake, it meant that Bai Ji was also giving in.

"It's delicious." Qi Xiang raised his head with a smile, and met Bai Ji's brown eyes unexpectedly.

The soft light in the shop clearly illuminated Bai Ji's stubborn and obedient eyes after giving up resistance, as if he had made a lot of determination, which made Qi Xiang's heartbeat suddenly stagnate for half a second.

He lowered his head and forked the cake, avoiding Bai Ji's eyes.

Qi Xiang: "I'll buy another one for my sister."

"Row."

Bai Ji reluctantly let go, but luckily Qi Xiang recognized his implicit pun.

He looked at Bai Jili's back who turned around, and couldn't help but laugh.

I don't know what's wrong with it.

The matter was resolved very smoothly, and Qi Xiang went home much easier.

He was carrying the cake, and it was hot, so he added a few ice packs. He was afraid that if he moved too much, the cake would shake and wilt. Qi Qi, that stinky girl, is very picky, and she likes to find fault with eggs.

When he got home, Aunt Zhao opened the door for him, and the voices of arguing inside rushed out.

"Master." Aunt Zhao's eyes wandered, she hesitated to speak, "President Qi is back."

"..."

Qi Xiang's face suddenly turned from cloudy to cloudy, he suppressed the irritability, disgust and helplessness in his eyes, and several emotions rushed into Qi Xiang's eyes, covering an obsidian with the haze of the old days.

He ran his hair back and let out a sigh of relief.

"Arguing?" he added, "What about me?"

The answer is obvious.

The two people inside didn't know whether they were shifting the battlefield, or they were aware of the movement at the door. Mrs. Qi, Wang Huizhen, pulled on her slippers, and rushed from the second floor to the living room with disheveled hair.

Seeing Qi Xiang's figure, madness flashed across her eyes, and she screamed at the people upstairs full of malice.

"Qi Zhengcheng, your son is back!"

"Anyway, he's as homeless as you, can't I find him a job? Do you think I sold him or buried him!"

This also refers to what Sang scolded Huai and told Qi Xiang.

Qi Xiang closed the door with his hands behind his back, and it was this action that made him unable to react to Wang Hui's subsequent actions.

Without warning, Wang Hui seemed to be venting his anger. He picked up the glass handicraft with a pointed point without hesitation, and threw it at Qi Xiang skillfully.

Afraid of hitting Aunt Zhao, Qi Xiang raised his hand to help block the cake in desperation.

The poor cake suffered an unexpected disaster, was pierced through, and both fell to the ground with the glass.

The crisp sound of the ice bag falling to the ground, the cake falling to the ground, the white cream mixed with the red core, crushing the glass shards on the ground, dazzling and messy, just like this home is a mess.

"..."

Qi Xiang lowered his head, looked at the dripping residue, and quickly touched his eyelashes up and down.

Maybe it was because he was too comfortable during the day, Qi Xiang was extremely impatient with the noise and madness of the Qi family today.

He made a few swallowing movements in vain, and then took a deep breath, breaking through the suffocation of his mouth and nose being stuck by something.

With a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, he greeted Wang Hui.

"mom."

"To shut up!"

Wang Hui walked over on the glass shards, pointed at Qi Xiang's nose and cursed, as if being lifted up, with some abnormal indignation, he repeated nervously, "Are you worthy of being called mother?"

"Then what do I call you? Aunt Qi?" Qi Xiang asked harshly, but his tone was cute.

Wang Hui was so angry that he turned around and blamed Qi Zhengcheng who came down from upstairs.

"Did you teach it? No wonder you didn't go home for two months. As soon as you came back, you asked your son first. It turns out that you two are of the same mind!"

Qi Zhengcheng came to Wang Hui's side in a suit and leather shoes. The ridiculous thing was that on this occasion, he was still neatly dressed, with a face full of helplessness and integrity. Like Qi Xiang, he also had a face that was easy to win people's trust. He was well-maintained, but old age and a long period of high office had tinged with worldliness and a cunning that was too lazy to hide.

"I've said it all, I'm going to discuss business."

"Talk about business? Are you talking about business in bed with someone naked?"

"Wang Hui!" Qi Zhengcheng stopped, and he glanced at Qi Xiang.

Qi Xiang had already adjusted his state, and he was watching the excitement leisurely. Qi Zhengcheng's eyes were full of mockery and contempt.

"Dad, why don't you pay attention?" He fanned the flames at both ends, "Aunt Qi, I'm on your side."

"Snapped!"

Before Wang Hui could make trouble, Qi Zhengcheng's merciless slap caused Qi Xiang's ears to ring for a while.

Qi Xiang was beaten to the ground with his head tilted, and his broken hair covered his dim eyes. He was just about to say something when he raised his eyes and saw the little head that was not hidden in the corner of the second floor.

Qi Qi came out at some point, staring at everything below with tears in his eyes, muttering but not daring to speak.

Qi Xiang ordered her to go back with his eyes, seeing that she was worried about him, he could only curl his lips and show a comforting smile.

"Go back." He repeated the mouth shape again.

Qi Qi turned his face away and ran away.

"Cough cough."

Qi Zhengcheng coughed turbidly, as if he regretted it after the beating, and rubbed his hot palm against the hem of his trousers.

But he still has the airs of an elder.

"It's outrageous! Get out of here too!"

Qi Xiang sneered shortly from his nasal cavity, raised his eyebrows and smiled indifferently, "I'm not going to get out, I'll get out first, you two slowly... chat?"