My nemesis and I have a crush on each other

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- "Such a difficult paper, and the score is so high?? Are you a human monitor??? @江楚"

- "Brother Yi scored 722 in the entrance exam this time!! Second in the city!!"

- "Have you seen the world? Brother Yi was also Shi Er last time, everyone, calm down and get used to it."

- "Boss, strong."

-"When will you please eat @江奕「荣/""

-"Squad leader, please eat, anyway, what you have is money~@江祥"

......

Jiang Yi didn't say anything, the news in the group kept flashing. He lowered his eyes, glanced casually, swiped up, and saw a list of documents in the historical news: "Total Score Ranking of the Joint Examination of Four Schools".

He takes a deep breath.

Then I glanced out the car window, at dusk, the city scenery flew by, and there was a bit of a traffic jam during the rush hour.

Jiang Yi turned his gaze back to the watch again, and said in his heart, I'll fuck you, but this time he doesn't believe it, the first thing is that white from the experimental school——

Jiang Yi stared at the form, his fingertips trembled, and he clicked on the report card. His nervous palms were frozen, and his heart was beating non-stop. Then, No.1, a name came into view.

——Yu Bai.

Jiang Yi: "..."

He dropped the phone.

Who is this man? ? ?

Tell me why? ! !

Why is this guy ahead of him in every entrance exam, no matter how many schools take the exam? ? ?

Since the second year of high school, there are often various entrance examinations in the city. There are only a few people who come and go before the entrance examination, and they are very familiar. Among them, a guy named Yu Bai is always in front of him——

Other City 8, Yubai City 7;

Other City 5, Yubai City 4;

After a lot of trouble, he got second in the exam, thinking that he could finally surpass him, but it turned out that Nima Yubai was first.

Afterwards, Jiang Yi took the City [-] exam three times in a row, and Yu Baite took the City [-] exam three times in a row.

This person seems to be born to suppress him.

Hold.

Jiang Yi cursed softly.

"Brother, I want some candy."

The little luobotou beside him was carrying a little bunny schoolbag, looking out the car window, acting like a spoiled child.

"Okay, I'll buy it for you." Jiang Yi rubbed her head and said, "Uncle He, stop the car."

Just go down and get some air.

The old city has started to build a new subway again. The road is full of potholes, and the alley is full of dust. A Rolls Royce parked at the intersection of the alley. Then, the door of the back seat opened, and a boy wearing a white T-shirt and loose sweatpants came out. , He blocked the light with his hand, the person is just like that car, dazzling white.

"Brother, I want cotton candy!"

A little radish with straight bangs poked his head out of the car and added aloud.

"I know!" Jiang Yi didn't look back.

This is the old city, and there are many small alleys beside the building. At the entrance of the alley, there are quite a lot of stalls selling fruit. Jiang Yi walked in and stopped at a small stall to buy cotton candy for his sister.

"A marshmallow." Jiang Yi said.

"okay."

The cotton candy seller is an old lady, with her silver-white hair combed neatly, she skillfully sprinkles sugar into the small pot, twists and turns with bamboo sticks, and a cloud-like cotton candy slowly condenses into shape.

Jiang Yi looked at her, for some reason, suddenly remembered the grandma he hadn't seen for a long time, and was slightly lost in thought.

Grandma handed him the cotton candy on the bamboo stick: "Here, 3 yuan."

Jiang Yi recovered, smiled, and said, "Thank you."

When he got the marshmallow, he was about to scan the QR code, so he paused.

From the corner of the eye, I suddenly saw a group of people approaching the intersection of the alley, judging from the tattoos on their arms, the thick chain around their neck, and the colorful hair—they didn't look like good stubble.

The group of people wandered to the cotton candy stand, tapped the small pot with their index fingers, and said indifferently: "Pay the money."

The old lady was taken aback, and asked, "What money?"

One of the red-haired ones said, "Protection money."

The old woman opened her eyes slightly and asked, "Protection fee? What protection fee?"

Hongmao narrowed his eyes and looked at her: "Haven't you heard about the protection fee? You're new here? This area is under our control."

"There is a society ruled by law, and protection fees are still charged? It's already out of date."

Lazy boyish voice.

There was a smile in his voice, casually, making it impossible to tell whether this person was joking or provocative for a moment.

The red-haired leader gave him a sideways glance.

It was a handsome young man who was paying with his head down. He was tall, with fair skin, red lips, and a slightly protruding nose. He was holding a white cotton candy and stood there with a dazzling aura.He squinted his eyes, looked all the way through his clothes, schoolbag, and shoes, and found that this man was full of luxury goods, and a casual t-shirt cost several thousand.

"Who are you?" Inexplicably upset, Hongmao reached out and pushed him hard. The boy's body hit the fruit stand behind him, and the oranges on the cart rolled all over the floor.

"Brother!" The little carrot head in the car poked its head out again.

At that moment, my sister opened the door and seemed to be about to get out of the car.

"Stay there and don't move." Jiang Yi turned his head and said loudly to the driver: "Uncle He, look at Jiang Yuan, don't let her come down!"

"Yo, there's another kid."

The red hair glanced at the little radish head, moved his wrist, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Yi's heart tightened.

In the next second, the red hair turned around and punched.

Jiang Yi turned his head to dodge, then grabbed Hongmao's collar suddenly, pushed hard, and bumped against the wall, Hongmao's head swung, and hit the wall with a bang, his eyes were burning, and then, Several younger brothers surrounded him.

"Little bastard, how old are you? How dare you offend me?"

The tattoos on the arms of this group of people are gaudy and very social, but they don't look very old. One of them is still wearing a school uniform. Judging from the printed initials, he is a student of a certain vocational high school.

Jiang Yi grabbed the red hair by the collar, raised his long legs, kicked over, and even kicked several people who were close by in the encirclement three times. , slammed down——

But in the next second, the wrist was tightly pinched.

A voice came indifferently: "Who do you want to stab?"

Hongmao suddenly turned around and saw a figure standing against the light.

The man seemed to have practiced, his thin fingers were long and callused, and the second finger was pinching the red-haired wrist. After a little effort, his joints seemed to be unloaded. After the sting, a little I can't even use my strength.

The man pinched the wrist holding the knife with one hand, and pressed his knee against it.

The red hair knelt directly on the ground.

The man pushed him to the ground, pressed him, and said lightly, "Do you still want to hit me?"

Only then did Jiang Yi look back, and his gaze couldn't help but stop.

There is a tall boy behind him, wearing a loose gray T-shirt, black sports shorts, a backpack on his left shoulder, and a baseball cap. His skin is white as if transparent, with dark and thick eyelashes drooping, and the bridge of his nose is high. , the whole person exudes a gentle and restrained temperament, and the bulging veins on his hands reveal his current state.

Inappropriately, he thought: This man is... so special.

At this time, several red-haired younger brothers came around again.

The man raised his eyes and took a look, snatched the knife from Hongmao with his hands, his eyes were cold, and he stabbed him hard on the head without emotion, causing a gust of wind——

The red hair tilted his head, narrowly avoiding it, the tip of the knife wiped his face, and stuck it on the ground.

There was a shallow wound on his face, with a small amount of blood dripping.

When the knife went down, no one dared to move.

Red Hair trembled all over.

A few people felt that he was a ruthless one—that knife, if he hadn't dodged it, would have killed him.

People in the mixed society are most afraid of meeting two kinds of people, one is the police;

The other one is even crazier than them and even more desperate.

This person is afraid of the latter.

"Brother, brother, let go, no, I misunderstood—" Hongmao began to cry.

The man grabbed the red hair by the collar, stood up, and said to Jiang Yi, "Call the police."

Jiang Yi was a little startled, hesitated for a moment, looked at the crowd of grandpas and aunts setting up illegal stalls, and thought to himself, what if the police came?After scaring them, he dialed a number at random: "Hello, the police?"

The red hair kept begging for mercy:

"No more protection fees, big brother, can I give you protection fees?"

"No, I'll give you protection money, don't call the police—"

The man let go.

Hongmao ran away with a group of younger brothers rolling and crawling.

Jiang Yi exhaled and put the phone back in his pocket.

"Thank you, thank you." The old woman said in fear, "Two little classmates, are they still students?"

"Huh?" Jiang Yi was taken aback, then nodded: "I am."

Immediately, he quietly looked at the person who came to help out of the corner of his eye, and asked, "What about you?"

He was half a head taller than himself, with a small knife in his hand, with tiny blood stains on the knife edge, and the blood stained the back of his white hand.The hands are very long, white and bony, with well-defined joints, incredibly thin and slender, with a thin layer of calluses on the pads of the fingers, beautiful and gentle, with slightly protruding tendons, and the fingers are slender and thin.

Jiang Yi saw two stripes on his sports pants, which looked a bit like school pants.

Jiang Yi thought to himself: Hey, what a coincidence, is he also a student?

How tall is it?

So tall, should I be a senior in high school?

Is it the senior?

Jiang Yiman spread his thoughts endlessly.

"I'm a sophomore in high school." The boy said, threw the red-haired knife into the trash can, looked around again, and saw the small cart that Jiang Yi almost knocked over just now, and a pile of oranges rolled down on the ground.

He knelt down to pick it up.

After all, he knocked it over by himself, Jiang Yi felt a little hot, and picked up oranges together.

One, two, three—

Both hands touched the same orange.

At that moment, Jiang Yi raised his eyes and saw his face, he was very white, with a high nose bridge, thick eyelashes, and drooping darkly.

The man paused, then raised his eyes and saw him.

Jiang Yi immediately lowered his eyes, as if in panic, waited for a while, and felt that his avoidance was inexplicable, and raised his eyes again after a while, looking at the boy opposite.

His eyes were bright, and he looked at himself quietly under the brim of his hat.

The two of them didn't know what to say. They stared at each other for a few seconds, Jiang Yi was inexplicably nervous, his heart was beating rapidly, and the rhythm was out of order.

They looked at each other and moved away again.

A second later, there was still nothing to say.

They looked at each other again.

Moved away in embarrassment.

Jiang Yi: "..."

Hold.

He scavenged a bunch of prologues from his stomach, but for some reason, all of them suddenly failed.It's really inexplicable.As if giving up the treatment, Jiang Yi glanced at him again. At this moment, he noticed the boy's seemingly indifferent aura again, and his heart suddenly thumped uncontrollably.

Jiang Yi stood up, gathered up the scattered oranges, and put them back on the stand.

The one over there also put down the oranges he picked up.

Jiang Yi opened his mouth as if chatting. He looked at the boy's school uniform, nervously searched for the first line to strike up a conversation, and asked, "Student, are we at the same level?"

"Yeah." Then he looked down at his watch and frowned: "I'm late."

"Still carrying your schoolbag? Are you going to make up lessons?" Jiang Yi asked.

"No." With a black schoolbag on his shoulder, the man sighed softly, "Examination."

"What exam? Is it important? You're going to be late? What should I do then? How about I accompany you to explain?"

Jiang Yi threw a series of questions, the boy paused, as if he didn't know which one to answer first, glanced at him sideways, and said, "Then you and I go and see?"

There is a building next to the alley, and there are many training institutions in it. Jiang Yi followed him to the elevator, and realized when he saw the floor he pressed, and asked, "Do you want to take the IELTS test?"

That floor is an IELTS training institution. Jiang Yi took the test at this test center before, and he knew it when he saw the floor.

"Well." The man said, "It's too late."

Time was running out, but I didn't see that you were flustered. Jiang Yi glanced sideways at this guy, thinking, this guy is really calm.

The two went up the building.

IELTS exam.

Jiang Yi pointed to him and explained to the staff:

"He just met a group of gangsters and was almost cut by a knife. Look at his face—"

White and clean, not hurt at all, fuck.

The staff looked at the two of them with a smile on their face, which means, continue to make up, it sounds quite fun.

"It's true, he encountered a little accident and was late for more than ten minutes, can you—"

"No."

"May I—"

"No. Sorry, the exam has already started, you can choose the next one..."

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The two walked out of the building.

The boy is very calm, Jiang Yi is very guilty.

The man glanced sideways at him, Jiang Yi somehow started to get stuck again.

"Ahem, um... isn't the exam very important to you?"

Jiang Yi tilted his head to look at his side face, his heart was beating fast.

"It doesn't matter, but..."

"Ok?"

"Well... I have saved a lot of living expenses for a long time."

Jiang Yi was stunned.

Indeed, if you miss the IELTS test, you will not be given a make-up test, and of course the money cannot be refunded.

Jiang Yi had a flash of inspiration and said, "Is this good? The registration fee is more than 1000, and I will transfer it to you."

The man looked at him suspiciously.

Jiang Yi continued: "Is there a QR code? I'll add you on WeChat."

The man lowered his eyes, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, clicked on the QR code and scanned it for Jiang Yi.After scanning, the friend was successfully added, and the phone beeped.

He lowered his eyelashes and casually glanced at the WeChat chat box.

- "Gong Xi Fa Cai, good luck."

- "Gong Xi Fa Cai, good luck."

- "Gong Xi Fa Cai, good luck."

......

He didn't seem to know that WeChat has a transfer function, and WeChat red envelopes have a limit. In order to make up more than 1000, Jiang Yi actually sent him a bunch of red envelopes.

But he confiscated it, glanced at Jiang Yi, and said, "Is your family doing charity?"

Jiang Yi paused, then came to his senses, and suddenly smiled.

He glanced at Brother Dan Ding, thinking that his skin is so fair.The summer sun was scorching, the man was wearing a baseball cap, the bridge of his nose was high, and sweat was dripping from the sun on his white cheeks, falling down his chin.

Jiang Yi then took out a pack of tissues from the side pocket of his schoolbag and handed him one.

The man raised his eyes unexpectedly and looked at him.

"Wipe the sweat." Jiang Yi explained.

The man smiled, wiped off his sweat not very seriously, then walked a few steps, and threw the tissue into the trash can on the side of the road.

Jiang Yi saw the driver's car parked there and hadn't left, so he walked over and asked in surprise, "Uncle He, haven't you left yet?"

"Waiting for you." Uncle He smiled: "I was scared to death just now, and almost called the police."

"It's okay." Jiang Yi's lips curled up: "Do you want to fight? After learning a little, there is no problem in self-defense."

The younger sister pushed open the car door and got out, her smiling eyes were crooked, and she said inarticulately: "Brother is so tired!!"

Probably seeing the scene of fighting with someone just now, Jiang Yi felt guilty for a while. If someone hadn't come to help, he was really not sure, and he might lose his appearance.

"Don't tell Dad." Jiang Yi raised his index finger and said, "Shh."

The younger sister nodded, blinked her eyes, and said, "Okay, brother...candy."

"Huh?" Jiang Yi was stunned, realizing that the cotton candy he bought had been lost in the chaos just now.

The younger sister's big eyes flickered, looking forward to it.

"...Brother will buy it for you again."

Jiang Yi rubbed her head, looked back, only to find that there was a burst of chaos after passing by, the alley was empty, and the vendors didn't know where to go. Most likely, they had already run away because they were afraid that the gangsters would come back for revenge.

"Here." A slightly magnetic and cold voice came from beside him.

Jiang Yi was startled, and stretched out a cold, bony hand, with a fruit candy lying on the palm.

The corners of Jiang Yi's lips curled up, watching him and smiling: "Thank you. Do you still like candy?"

Brother Dan Ding didn't speak, Jiang Yi picked up the fruit candy from his palm, peeled it off, and fed it to his sister.

The younger sister looked at the big brother next to Jiang Yi with sugar in her mouth, her eyes were crescent-shaped, shining brightly.

A cool breath of mint spread out.

"Your sister?" the person next to him asked.

"Yeah." Jiang Yi nodded and said, "Still in kindergarten."

The brother Dan Ding beside him looked at her, then at Jiang Yi, and suddenly said, "Your eyes are very similar."

Ok?

like?

Jiang Yi was taken aback, his ears were a little hot.

"What's your name?" he asked again.

Jiang Yi thought for a while and said, "Jiang Yi."

The man turned his eyes to glance at him, paused, and said, "Foreign language?"

Jiang Yi opened his eyes slightly, but he didn't realize what he meant, so he just looked back at him and asked blankly, "How do you know?"

The man was carrying a schoolbag, bowed his head, tapped his slender fingers, and quickly wrote him a note on the WeChat interface: "Jiang Yi".

Two words, no typo.

Jiang Yi opened his eyes wide, a little dazed, wondering how he knew which school he was in?Does he know himself?When did you meet?No way, is he famous?Forget about being narcissistic... Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, and they exploded and disappeared like fireworks.

The man took two steps back, smiled, and said, "Let's go, see you by fate."

His eyes under the brim of his hat are bright like stars.

Jiang Yi was slightly taken aback, he hadn't asked his name yet.

He glanced at the man's back. Under the setting sun, the shadow of the stone pillars in front of the building dragged very long. The man was tall and long-legged, walking quite fast. When the wind blew, his loose T-shirt outlined his waistline.

He didn't look back, only leaving a long gray shadow on the scorched ground of the square.

Before Jiang Yi got into the car, he turned his head and took another look.

He took his sister into the car and sat in the back seat of the car. He suddenly recalled the man's thin fingers, with a cool and mint-like temperament, and thought for no reason:

Damn, this dude really likes him.

and many more.

Jiang Yi was startled.

What was he thinking about? ? ?

Stop it, he's straight!

Can't be more straight! !

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On the other side, a car parked on the side of the road, Yu Bai opened the door of the back seat and got in the car.

Jiang Yi didn't see that this classmate, who had just spent more than 1000 IELTS exams, slumped into a low-key Maybach.

Yu Bai leaned on the back seat, took a sip of water, and his Adam's apple slipped.

He glanced in the direction where Jiang Yi left.

In the rearview mirror, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and then disappeared quickly, like an illusion.

Driver: "Master, should we go home now or—"

Yu Bai closed his eyes and said, "Don't call me that."

Driver: "Okay, young master."

Yu Bai sighed, put his backpack aside, lowered his head, turned on his phone, tapped into Alipay, and... saw that his balance was only 300 yuan.

Yu Bai: "..."

The car drove into a villa area, which was a group of Japanese-style villas. There was a stone at the gate of the community, with four words engraved on it: Qingsong Bieyuan.

Yu Bai got out of the car and walked into his garden. Roses and small roses were blooming, and two rows of shrubs were planted along the fence. He walked in along the white stone road, put his index finger on the door handle, dripping With a bang, the door lock opened.

He pushed open the door, and saw the man sitting in the living room, looking at the tablet with his legs crossed.

A strange woman's voice came out of the tablet chat box, delicately: "Is the dumpling I cooked delicious?"

The man on the sofa quickly turned down the volume, as if he was afraid that he would hear.

"Yu Bai." The man called him.

Yu Bai frowned, but didn't say a word, ignored him, and pressed the indoor elevator.

Ding--

The elevator door opened, and Yu Bai walked into the elevator.

At the same time, the man behind him put down the tablet and violently kicked over the tea table in front of him. The small porcelain pot was shattered and the black tea was spilled all over the floor, still steaming.

The man stood up and said flatly, "My son has grown up, won't he bark when he sees his father?"

Yu Bai turned around, with the same indifference and mockery on her face as her mother: "You have too many sons, I'm afraid you will be bored if you hear too much."