Did the same table use the beauty meter today?

Cheng Mo woke up suddenly when the phone next to the bed vibrated for the first time. Seeing the familiar ceiling at home, his tense spirit suddenly relaxed.

He leaned against the head of the bed, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath.

The darkness covered him, and the scene in the dream just now reappeared, and the pure white in the nightmare hit him. The scenes were layered on top of each other, with the almost dizzying smell of disinfectant, dragging him back to two months. The abyss before.

His mood suddenly sank, Cheng Mo sighed again, and opened his eyes after a while, the dark eyes without any warmth.He rubbed the center of his eyebrows, looked indifferently at the vibrating mobile phone, and frowned slightly.

Looking at the caller ID on the screen, his expression sank slightly, then he stretched out his hand and decisively slid the icon to the "hang up" side.

The unbearable "buzzing" sound in his ears finally disappeared, and the coldness in his eyes dissipated a little, but his expression was still not good-looking.

The discomfort caused by insomnia throughout the night often ushered in a new round of orgasm when he first woke up. At this time, the drowsiness and dull pain in his mind were superimposed, one after another, it was really uncomfortable.

His face was a little pale.

The room is extremely dark, the heavy curtains are drawn tightly and fit tightly, completely blocking the scorching sun, the air conditioner is always on, blowing a cool breeze, it is clearly a hot day in August, but the room looks a bit shady.

Cheng Mo, who was drenched in cold sweat, could especially feel the coolness.

Suddenly there was a notification sound from the mobile phone, Cheng Mo frowned subconsciously, picked up the mobile phone, his eyes only paused for a moment, then he pretended not to see the message that popped up, and only looked at the time.

13:15

Yesterday he suffered from insomnia and didn’t fall asleep until early in the morning. After falling asleep, he was restless and dreaming all the time. The suffocating scene folded and surged. His spirit was extremely tense. afternoon.

Lying against the head of the bed for a while, Cheng Mo lifted the quilt and got up when the discomfort subsided a lot.

Going to the window and opening the curtains, the glare of the sun came rushing in with a faint heat wave, Cheng Mo subconsciously squinted his eyes, then raised his hand to block them, the dark room behind him finally showed a bit of light after the sun shone in. Very angry.

The phone over there vibrated again, Cheng Mo glanced at it, ignored it, and went straight to the bathroom with his clothes.

There was the sound of running water, and the phone on the bedside table became quiet after vibrating twice.

After taking a bath, my brain became much more refreshed. Except for the occasional dull pain, the original sense of chaos completely dissipated.

Water was still dripping from the tip of her hair, Cheng Mo pulled a dry towel and wiped it casually, went to the bed, picked up the phone, and unlocked it.

Seeing the messages sent over, the indifference in his eyes deepened by a degree, and the corners of his lips were pressed down. Coupled with the slightly pale lip color after just taking a shower, his whole person looked even colder.

Too lazy to reply, he was about to put down his phone when a call popped in the next second.

Looking at the two words on the screen, a trace of impatience flashed in Cheng Mo's eyes, but he still endured the discomfort in his heart and clicked the answer.

"Mo?" A familiar female voice came.

Cheng Mo narrowed his eyes, walked towards the desk, and said "um" in a neutral tone.

Hearing his response, the people over there breathed a sigh of relief: "Why didn't you answer your mother's call just now?"

The desk was scattered with summer assignments of various subjects, all of which had been transferred to other schools. If the head teacher of No. [-] Middle School hadn't contacted him a few days ago and told him that he had to hand in homework at the beginning of school, and asked him to bring the summer assignments issued by Hengzhong last semester, he would have I will not translate these and write them.

After tidying up these books with one hand, Cheng Mo responded after a while, and said without any emotion: "What's the matter?"

Liu Yan on the other end of the phone was stabbed by his cold tone, and she almost didn't bring it up in her heart. She suppressed her discomfort, and said as softly as possible, "Mom just wanted to ask you about the transfer procedures. Are you ready? Do you want your mother to send you off on the first day of school..."

Cheng Mo frowned: "Li Qi doesn't start school that day?"

There was no reply for a while, Cheng Mo suddenly stopped packing his things, and an indescribable irritability rose from his heart and burned all over his body.

He suppressed his anger and rubbed the center of his brows: "If you know I won't let you go, don't ask, I don't need your overflowing maternal love, don't fool me...don't force me to speak too harshly..."

"Qiqi was sent by your Uncle Li. I went with you that day. I didn't mean to fool you. Mom really cares about you..." Liu Yan hurriedly argued.

Cheng Mo took a deep breath, and spoke in a calm tone as much as possible: "I said, this time I transfer schools, the condition is that you, Li Qi, and Li Chengfei stay away from me in the future and don't bother me, okay?"

After saying this, Cheng Mo directly hung up the phone, and then blacklisted this number, and then clicked into WeChat, and blacklisted Liu Yan's WeChat account as well.

The room returned to silence, Cheng Mo sat down at the desk, closed his eyes and pressed his temples, with a cold expression on his face.

What he just said was not angry. If Liu Yan and his family could stay away from him, his life would be much better than it is now. Even this transfer is because of Li Qi.

After a while, Cheng Mo opened his eyes and glanced at the calendar on the table.

8 month 30 number.

One more day to start school.

He continued to pack the homework on the desktop into his schoolbag, and then changed the sheets and quilts, and he went downstairs after finishing these.

He was the only one in the huge house. In the living room downstairs, there was a photo on the table. In the photo, the gray-haired old man had crooked eyebrows and a kind smile.

The incense stick he lit yesterday before the photo was burned out long ago, Cheng Mo was heartbroken, walked over and took out a new one and lit it.

After clicking, he looked at the old man in the photo and was silent, and after a while he said softly: "School starts the day after tomorrow, No. [-] Middle School is far away from home, I live on campus..."

His heart was aching, Cheng Mo frowned, took a breath, and said, "I'll go to the cemetery to see you tomorrow..."

It's the end of August in a blink of an eye, and the summer vacation is coming to an end, Sheng Yan is holding a can of dark beer, frowning and lamenting how time flies so fast.

Thinking of the conversation with his father after he came back yesterday, his brows relaxed, he took a sip of wine carelessly, his eyes flickering.

"Brother Sheng, do you remember that Cheng Mo in Hengzhong?" Qian Jin leaned over and asked.

"Stay far away, and trouble others to get so close." Sheng Yan pushed Qian Jin, then raised his eyebrows, "What are you talking about, the same continent double tyrant?"

"I didn't pay attention just now," Qian Jin knew that Sheng Yan had this bad problem, he didn't like others getting close, moved to the side, and then clicked his tongue, "Tongzhou Shuangba means you two, Cheng Mo is except you Another tyrant besides. I heard that he transferred to No. [-] Middle School this semester."

The term Tongzhou Shuangba came from a local high school forum, and it was ridiculed that two of the best key middle schools in the city ran into thorns at the same time.

Sheng Yan entered the No. [-] Middle School for one year, and the name of the No. [-] Middle School bully became famous for a year.

As one of the key high schools in Tongzhou City, most of the students in the No. [-] Middle School are dedicated to learning. It is difficult for the teachers to encounter a thorn in the past ten years. Unexpectedly, this time, they will encounter a fighter in the thorn. .

Drinking, smoking, skipping classes and fighting, Sheng Yan did everything, but Sheng Yan couldn't be expelled. His father donated a building to the school, just to put his son in No. [-] Middle School and study safely for three years.

Because of Sheng Yan, the school leaders were grayed with worry, and when they were in a state of desperation, they heard a rare piece of good news—Hengzhong, the deadly rival of the high school, also had the bad luck to run into a thorn this year.

The one in Hengzhong was called Cheng Mo, and within a week after entering Hengzhong, he became famous with one fight. He was invincible with one enemy and five, and beat several opponents to the hospital.

Fighting to such a serious extent, according to Hengzhong's school regulations, it is unreasonable not to be expelled, but Cheng Mo has been studying in Hengzhong safely.

Cheng Mo's family didn't donate the building, but Cheng Mo's grades are good, he was the top student in the provincial high school entrance examination, and he is a top 2 material. Except for occasional fights, he doesn't obey discipline very much, he doesn't skip class, doesn't smoke, and never makes trouble on purpose.

With Sheng Yan from No. [-] Middle School as a comparison, the leaders of Lieutenant Colonel Heng immediately felt that Cheng Mo was not so unacceptable, and could even be called well-behaved and studious, so they always tolerated it.

This is how Tongzhou Shuangba was born.

Sheng Yan didn't visit the forums, but Qian Jin and the others kept whispering in his ears, and unilaterally regarded Cheng Mo as his deadly enemy. After listening to it for so long, he had a little impression of Cheng Mo.

"Why did he transfer to another middle school?" Sheng Yan asked casually, and then took a sip of wine into his mouth, the cold liquid slid down his throat, reducing his dryness.

"Who knows?" Sun Xiaofei on the side also followed Sheng Yan's example and took a sip of wine. He let out a sigh of relief, "It's been a long time in Hengzhong, and you want to come to Yizhong for excitement?"

"Hey, it's not like any cat or dog in No. [-] Middle School can come and play wild," Qian Jin looked at Sheng Yan, "What if we, Brother Sheng, don't exist?"

After Sheng Yan finished drinking a can of beer, he subconsciously put his hand into his pocket. What he touched felt completely different from what he expected.

Taking out the lollipop from his pocket and holding it in his mouth, Sheng Yan endured his irritability and said, "Come on, it doesn't matter if he is a cat or a dog, if he comes to me, he has to lie down on his stomach."

"Brother..." Seeing Sheng Yan holding a lollipop in his mouth, Qian Jin didn't notice. He touched his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes, "I have them here. I bought them for my dad. Would you like to smoke them?" One bite?"

"Take it away." Sheng Yan frowned and knocked off Qian Jin's hand, stood up, and put one hand in his trouser pocket, "If you say you don't want to smoke, you won't smoke."

"True ring?" Qian Jin held up a pack of cigarettes and stared at him dumbfounded.

"Nonsense." Sheng Yan said.

Sun Xiaofei smoked the cigarette in Qianjin's hand, and stuffed the money back into his pocket in twos and twos: "Brother Sheng has finally made up his mind to quit smoking, so don't recruit him."

Seeing that Sheng Yan was about to walk out of the store, Sun Xiaofei quickly asked, "Brother Sheng, that Cheng Mo... what are you going to do? Do you want to show off?"

It is said that the two have stabbed their heads, otherwise they will be separated from the top from the beginning, and there will definitely be more troubles in the future.

Both Qian Jin and Sun Xiaofei knew something about the situation in Sheng Yan's family. Today is different, and they don't want Sheng Yan to have conflicts with others all day long.

If it's a trouble, it has to be solved at once. Sheng Yan and his wife chewed the lollipop in their mouths, following the current mood of wanting to smoke and not being able to smoke, they spit out two words with a worried expression: "Fuck him."