My nemesis brother looks at me very strangely

At the dinner table, Zou Zikang talked about the requirement for all students to live in the second year of high school.

"Brother Jia, Mouse and I passed by the office just now, and I heard Zhang Madgou talking about asking students to fill out the dormitory application form in the afternoon. Your home is so close to No. [-] Middle School, will you apply for not living in school?"

"Didn't you say that you have to live on campus?" Ning Nanjia originally wanted to say that there should be no exceptions, but thinking that Jiang Beiyu might not be able to apply because he was not used to the school's dormitory environment, he stopped talking, "How does the school arrange it? Bar."

Jiang Beiyu didn't know about the accommodation, so he raised his head curiously and asked him, "Brother Nanjia, what accommodation?"

Mouse kindly explained to him, "It is the practice of No. [-] Middle School that all students have to live in the second semester of senior high school, in order to facilitate management and sprint for the college entrance examination."

"If you encounter those who can't take care of themselves, wouldn't it be very troublesome?"

"There's nothing you can do about it, otherwise, how do you think the sixth middle school has such a high enrollment rate?"

Mouse held his face and sighed, "We will lose our freedom soon."

Zou Zikang was eating well, but after hearing what he said, he also sighed along with him.

Jiang Beiyu saw that the two of them looked unloved, so he couldn't help asking Ning Nanjia curiously, "Brother Nanjia, are the accommodation conditions in No. [-] Middle School very poor?"

He remembered asking Uncle Zhong to check it out when he wanted to apply for a school dormitory to recuperate his injuries. The conditions were okay. Although the eight-person room was a bit cramped, the four-person room was quite spacious, and the environment was not particularly bad. The dormitory buildings were quite new.

Picking up the ice water on the table and taking a sip, Ning Nanjia shook his head, "The two of them are afraid of the management, not the environment. You will understand when you stay here. By the way, are you staying?"

Nodding with his mouth pursed, Jiang Beiyu said, "I'll stay if you stay."

Thinking that the young master was greedy for novelty and wanted to experience life, the corner of Ning Nanjia's mouth curled up slightly, "Okay, just don't cry and scream and go home."

While the two were talking, another guest came to the small restaurant. Ning Nanjia subconsciously looked up and met Qi Xishi who led the way in.

Eyes met, Qi Xishi took the lead and walked over, pulling away the chair next to the mouse and sitting down while greeting them, "Hi, what a coincidence."

Because they played together last time, Mouse and Zou Zikang were no strangers to him at all, so they greeted him naturally, and Mouse asked him, "It's a coincidence, why are you here?"

Raising his hand to stroke his half-length hair, Qi Xishi responded to him while taking off the rubber band from his wrist to tie his hair, "I went out to sketch today, and it's the old city behind No. [-] Middle School. Stop by here for lunch before going back."

The old town behind No. [-] Middle School is of great historical significance, and many art students like to go there to collect scenery.

After answering the mouse's question, Qi Xishi turned his gaze, and finally landed on Ning Nanjia who was eating with his head down, "Brother Ning, it's my first time to eat at this restaurant, do you have any good recommendations?"

Eyelids slightly raised, Ning Nanjia pointed at Zou Zikang, "He comes here often, you can ask him."

Noticing Ning Nanjia's seemingly indifferent attitude, Qi Xishi was not angry, and smiled at him in a good-tempered manner, "It seems that I'm bothering you, so I'll go first."

When he got up, he glanced at Jiang Beiyu lightly, then turned back and said something thought-provoking to Ning Nanjia,

"Brother Ning, if you are still interested in knowing what we talked about last time, just call me."

Ning Nanjia didn't speak.

After Qi Xishi left, Zou Zikang, who had been wanting to gossip for a long time, couldn't help but speak, "Brother Jia, why do I feel that Qi Xishi treats you a little bit so-so-so-so-so."

As soon as he said that, the mouse nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yes, brother Jia, that kid kept sticking his eyes to you when he was talking, just like those fans who watched you in school."

Hearing the word "Mimei", Zou Zikang couldn't help but turn his eyes, and looked at Qi Xishi, just in time to see Qi Xishi talking and laughing with others, raising Erlang's legs to let his legs look He looked extraordinarily slender, and his skin was radiantly white compared to that of the black African student next door, so he couldn't help sighing,

"Mice, don't tell me, he also looks like a girl, with long hair."

"It's really pretty when you look at it this way."

As soon as the mouse spoke, he glanced at Jiang Beiyu who was full and was wiping his mouth with a tissue, and then blurted out, "But I still think Young Master Jiang looks better, he looks thin and tender."

Ning Nanjia coughed lightly, signaling to the two of them that enough was enough, and seeing that Jiang Beiyu had finished eating, he said, "Let's go."

After eating, Mouse and Zou Zikang planned to go to the basketball court to eat. Ning Nanjia didn't want to make a fuss, so he and Jiang Beiyu went back to the classroom first.

Walking back felt a little hot, Ning Nanjia sat down and unzipped his jacket, and was about to take off the down jacket outside, when Jiang Beiyu asked him,

"Brother Nanjia, what did Qi Xishi want to tell you about what happened last time?"

Ning Nanjia didn't intend to hide it from him either, "As for the matter of you falling into the water at the farmhouse last time, he said it wasn't an accident and asked me if I wanted to hear it."

Hearing this, Jiang Beiyu's black and white eyes darkened slightly. Looking at Ning Nanjia's side face, he asked in a tense voice, "Then what do you think? Do you trust him?"

Sensing Jiang Beiyu's nervous expression, Ning Nanjia raised his eyebrows, raised his long finger and tapped his forehead lightly, "Why are you so nervous? Did you really do something bad?"

The skin on the forehead was itchy from Ning Nanjia's warm fingertips, Jiang Beiyu moved a little closer so that he could touch it, and slowly raised a pair of black eyes to look at him,

"What if what he said is true? Are you mad at me?"

Seeing Jiang Beiyu looking at him eagerly, like a soft, cute and loyal dog, who doesn't seem to be hiding any bad thoughts, Ning Nanjia retracted his hand, "I know you won't, don't think so much, anyway, he That man is just so weird."

Whether Qi Xishi has other purposes has nothing to do with him, anyway, Ning Nanjia doesn't like his hypocritical appearance, and getting along with such a person is too brain-intensive.

Seeing that Ning Nanjia didn't really think much about Qi Xishi's words, Jiang Beiyu lowered his eyes and took the initiative to change the topic, "By the way, Brother Nanjia, just now Qi Xishi said to call, you and him Is there a phone call?"

It was really a good question. Ning Nanjia piled the down jacket he had taken off on the back of the chair, and while digging out a pen from the drawer, he replied, "No, he called me during the Chinese New Year to pay New Year's greetings." .”

There was a hint of gloomy emotion in the long and narrow black eyes, and Jiang Beiyu asked, "What else?"

While talking, the cell phone in Ning Nanjia's pocket rang, and it was a message from Qi Xishi, asking Ning Nanjia if he would like to sing together this Saturday to celebrate the results of the competition.

In the math competition they participated in last year, the results just came out a few days ago. Ning Nanjia ranked first, Pei Xin and Qi Xishi tied for second.

After replying "No", Ning Nanjia turned off the phone, and when she turned her head, she saw Jiang Beiyu lowered her eyes and looked at the math textbook on the table, her expression seemed a little gloomy.

Thinking that he was thinking about the quiz in the morning, Ning Nanjia patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Forget it, it's useless to cram for the moment, you just study hard when the time comes, it's only half a semester."

Nodding absent-mindedly, Jiang Beiyu said: "Brother Nanjia, my cell phone is out of battery, I want to send a message to Uncle Zhong to ask him to prepare lighter food for the evening, he may be a little tired at noon today, can you lend me your cell phone ?"

"Okay, take it yourself, the power-on password is six 5s."

Jiang Beiyu let out a "hmm", took the phone out of his pocket, and went out to the corridor to make a call.

During class in the afternoon, the head teacher sent out the dormitory application form and asked each student to fill in their personal information. After finally finishing the last class, Zou Zikang invited Ning Nanjia to play a game together.

Ning Nanjia happened to want to do some activities, so he turned to ask Jiang Beiyu if he wanted to go with him.

Putting away the unfinished papers and stuffing them into the schoolbag, Jiang Beiyu shook his head, "I have something to do today, Uncle Zhong is already waiting for me at the door, next time."

After gesturing "OK" to him, Ning Nanjia left with Zou Zikang and the mouse.

Because the weather was not particularly warm, there were not many students playing on the court. After playing for more than half an hour, Ning Nanjia bought a bottle of ice water in the small supermarket in front of the school, drank it and walked home.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the red brick road. After saying goodbye to his companions, Qi Xishi came to the narrow alley behind the No. [-] Middle School according to the message Ning Nanjia sent him at noon.

There was one minute left before the agreed time to meet, and there was no one at the intersection. He glanced down at his watch, and was about to take out his mobile phone to make a call, when he heard footsteps from far to near, and he Looking up, I saw three social youths walking from the alley.

Sensing that the visitor was not kind, he straightened up slightly, and asked defensively, "Friend, we don't seem to know each other, do we?"

A young man with pink hair in the lead put the cigarette in his mouth aside, looked up and down, as if to confirm something, "The one with long hair, it's him."

After finishing speaking, he gestured towards the two younger brothers behind him.

Realizing that these three people were really coming for him, Qi Xishi's expression turned serious, and he stepped back while looking for an opportunity to break through. Taking advantage of Fenmao's lowered head to take something from his pocket, he sprinted He bumped into one of them, then pushed away the remaining two and ran away.

Soon there was the sound of messy footsteps in the alley. Seeing that the entrance of the alley was in front of him, Qi Xishi was about to call for help when the people behind him caught up with him and dragged him back covering his mouth.

After a while, heart-piercing shouts sounded in the narrow alley.

In the Zheng family mansion,

Zhong Hourong brought the cook's dinner upstairs, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Jiang Beiyu sitting on the sofa and playing with his mobile phone, seemingly in a good mood.

Putting the tray in his hand on the tea table, Zhong Hourong stretched out his hand and put away the test papers on the table, "Master, it's time to eat."

"it is good."

Responding happily, Jiang Beiyu put his phone aside, picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks, and praised without hesitation, "Uncle Zhong, today's beef is well done."

"It's just that the young master is in a good mood."

Jiang Beiyu was noncommittal, and was eating when the phone in his schoolbag rang. He took it out to take a look, and just pressed the answer button, Qi Xishi's angry voice came from inside,

"Ning Nanjia, what do you mean? I provoked you and you want to treat me like this?"

Slowly swallowing the food in his mouth, Jiang Beiyu cleared his throat, "Qi Xishi, do you like your new hairstyle?"

Hearing Jiang Beiyu's voice, Qi Xishi froze for a moment, then exploded on the spot,

"Jiang Beiyu, I hate you uncle, did I dig your ancestral grave or kill the eighteenth generation of your ancestors, you actually asked someone to shave my hair, you are fucking wicked or not!"

[The author has something to say]: The young master Hei Xinlian is about to start fighting back, whoever dares to covet my wife, I will solve him and her.