My nemesis brother looks at me very strangely

He was hesitating whether to walk over, Zhang Yongsheng shouted at him: "Ning Nanjia, come here!"

Ning Nanjia wanted to pretend he didn't hear and walked back, but Zhang Yongsheng saw his intention first and shouted again: "Don't pretend you didn't hear, Ning Nanjia!"

The raised footsteps stopped there, Ning Nanjia turned around resignedly, and was about to walk over, Jiang Beiyu first raised his steps and walked towards him. As soon as he moved, Zhang Yongsheng walked along with him.

"Ning Nanjia, this is Jiang Beiyu, a new transfer student. There is no one sitting next to you, so he will sit next to you. You take him to the classroom."

After making clear arrangements for Ning Nanjia in a vicious voice, Zhang Yongsheng turned his head and asked Jiang Beiyu with a smile on his face, "Master Jiang, is this okay?"

"Yes," Jiang Beiyu nodded slightly, and said in a calm tone, "There is Director Laozhang."

"you are welcome."

Zhang Yongsheng explained a few words to Jiang Beiyu humbly with a smile, and then left.

Seeing Zhang Yongsheng walking away, Ning Nanjia slowly looked away, and just as he turned his head, he heard Jiang Beiyu calling him, "Brother Nanjia."

Jiang Beiyu is wearing the school uniform of No. [-] Middle School. Although his figure is a bit thin and thin, his fair complexion not only perfectly manages the ugliest sack school uniform in the legend, but also looks youthful, just like a girl who came out of a school idol drama. The beautiful boy, Zou Zikang and Mouse probably will cry after seeing it.

"Why did you transfer to No. [-] Middle School?"

"I want to change my study environment," Jiang Beiyu looked at him, his long and narrow black eyes had a light luster like a spring, and his tone was slightly cautious: "Brother Nanjia, don't you welcome me?" ? Or because I'm Jiang Yi's younger brother, so you don't like me either?"

Ning Nanjia thought of Jiang Beiyu's skillful gesture of giving money that night. He thought he was often blackmailed. A change of study environment would be a good thing for him. He patted Jiang Beiyu's shoulder and said in a normal tone:

"The sixth middle school is not run by my family. You like to come and study. Although I hate Jiang Yi, you are you and he is him. I have no opinion on you."

Hearing what he said, Jiang Beiyu suddenly smiled, "It's good that Brother Nanjia likes me."

Although Jiang Beiyu's appearance is gloomy and pale, but when he smiles, he will reveal two small canine teeth, which weakens the gloomy aura on his body, making him look childish and harmless.

Although Ning Nanjia felt that Jiang Beiyu's rounding up of not disliking him equals liking him was a bit logical, but the slightest desire to refute was wiped away by his smile.

When Zou Zikang and Miao Zida, who had been lying by the window watching the excitement for a while, walked in with Ning Nanjia leading Jiang Beiyu in, their eyes swept over them wantonly.

Ningnan Jiaquan pretended not to see it, and asked Jiang Beiyu to sit in a seat by the window, then picked up a pen and continued writing questions.

After a while, Zou Zikang walked up impatiently, and just stood still, he patted Jiang Beiyu's table directly, and said in a vicious voice:

"Hey! Why are you transferred to No. [-] Middle School?"

That tone, as if the Sixth Middle School was run by his family.

Jiang Beiyu didn't speak, and shrank slightly towards the window, as if he was frightened by him, but Zou Zikang saw that his bright black pupils were filled with indifference and gloomy emotions. Not only did he not have a trace of fear, but he felt Very disdainful.

As if stimulated by Jiang Beiyu's eyes, Zou Zikang's expression changed suddenly, and just as he was about to speak, Ning Nanjia suddenly spoke,

"Zou Zikang, do you think I'm dead?"

The real boss spoke, and the momentum that Zou Zikang had built up with great difficulty immediately dissipated. He grabbed the corner of the table, pretending to be in a low position, "Brother Jia, how dare I, if you think it's noisy, I will Take him out and teach him a lesson."

As he spoke, he was about to reach out to pull Jiang Beiyu out, but before he could touch anyone, Ning Nanjia pinched his wrist to block him back.

Sensing that Ning Nanjia seemed to want to protect Jiang Beiyu on purpose, Zou Zikang touched his sore arm, and said in a slightly displeased tone: "Brother Jia, look clearly, he is Jiang Yi's younger brother, you protect him Why? This kid is so annoying."

Ning Nanjia didn't talk nonsense with him, and said directly, "Anyway, you can't touch him, and he didn't mess with you."

Zou Zikang wondered why Jiang Beiyu didn't mess with him anymore, this kid looked gloomy and he was not a good person, and he deliberately approached Ning Nanjia to pretend to be cute in front of him.

Seeing that the two were at a stalemate, the mouse quickly came up to smooth things over, grabbed Zou Zikang and dragged him out, "Kangzi, didn't I tell you that I heard a gossip about Zhang Madgou? Come on, let's go out explain."

After Zou Zikang was dragged away, the world was clean. Ning Nanjia pressed the test paper and was about to continue writing the questions, when Jiang Beiyu's voice came over,

"Brother Nanjia, do you all hate Jiang Yi?"

There is no need to think about this question at all, Ning Nanjia replied casually while writing the question, "Yes."

Jiang Beiyu didn't speak. After a while, his low and hoarse voice sounded again, as if carrying a bit of unexplained hatred,

"I hate him too."

Maybe it's because the word "hate" has a deep meaning. Ning Nanjia couldn't help but stop writing and turned to look at him. He found that Jiang Beiyu lowered his head, his eyelashes covered those bright black pupils, and his face was full of emotion. It looks a little gloomy.

Ning Nanjia remembered that Zou Zikang mentioned that Jiang Beiyu didn't have a good relationship with Jiang Yi before. He was afraid that Zou Zikang's unprovoked anger would irritate Jiang Beiyu, so he raised his hand and patted him on the head.

"Don't think too much, they just like to make things messy, not for you."

Jiang Beiyu, who had been patted on the head, raised his head, his eyelashes raised slightly, and his long, narrow black eyes were shining brightly, just like a cute kitten whose head was patted by its owner, milky and cute.

It was the first time for Ning Nanjia to feel that the word cute was used on boys without any sense of disobedience. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Jiang Beiyu's gaze suddenly passed him and looked directly at the door.

Pei Xin walked in through the front door with a book in her arms, and when she saw someone sitting in the empty seat next to Ning Nanjia, she politely nodded to Jiang Beiyu first, then turned to look at Ning Nanjia, and said in a familiar tone: "Yes. Are you free? Let’s talk about the sermon questions, and I can’t answer the extended questions left by Teacher Zhang.”

Ning Nanjia asked her to sit in the empty seat in front, and then went to read the book she had spread out on the table. It was an extra-curricular math problem. Although Pei Xin looked it up, she couldn't understand the principle, so Ning Nanjia grabbed a pen and gave her the calculation on the draft paper, and then explained it to her from the perspective of high school knowledge.

The heads of the two were very close, and gradually shortened to only one fist away. Ning Nanjia had just finished writing the last step, and before he had time to explain why, Jiang Beiyu who was next to him suddenly pulled his wrist,

"Brother Nanjia, I want to go to the bathroom, can you take me there?"

Considering that Jiang Beiyu was a transfer student and didn't know where to go, Ning Nanjia agreed without hesitation. He told Pei Xin to take the steps back and read, and he took Jiang Beiyu to the toilet.

There are two stairs on each floor of the teaching building. In order to prevent the embarrassment of going to the wrong toilet, the school deliberately built the men's toilet and the women's toilet next to the two stairs.

Ning Nanjia led Jiang Beiyu to the door of the toilet and stopped in his tracks, but the latter insisted that he go in with him.

Standing side by side with Jiang Beiyu on his long legs, Ning Nanjia looked at him helplessly, "Are you a little girl? Do you need someone to watch you when you go to the toilet?"

"I just came to Sixth Middle School on the first day, and I don't know the way well."

The eyelashes drooped slightly, and Jiang Beiyu suddenly asked in a depressed mood: "Brother Nanjia, do you think I'm causing you trouble?"

Looking at it from Ning Nanjia's angle, you can just see that Jiang Beiyu's delicate bridge of nose looks particularly straight in the light and shadow. Although there is no scar left, but after all, he has hurt others before, so let's take it as atonement. shook his head,

"No, you didn't bother me."

Hearing Ning Nanjia's answer, Jiang Beiyu seemed to feel better, and then turned his head to go to the bathroom with peace of mind.

There was no one else in the toilet, and while Ning Nanjia was waiting, his gaze inevitably fell on Jiang Beiyu's eldest brother again.

It feels like I haven't seen it for a while, that thing seems to be getting bigger, and I don't know how Jiang Beiyu, with such a small body, can be so talented and full of nutrition.

Maybe it was because his gaze was too obvious, Jiang Beiyu couldn't help but turned his head and asked him innocently, "Brother Nanjia, what are you looking at?"

Ning Nanjia, who was named for no reason, immediately came back to his senses with a jerk, and looked away from Jiang Beiyu's big brother as if nothing had happened.

"What to look at, don't men like to look around when they go to the toilet? Look at the next door, or something, it's normal."

"Really?" Jiang Beiyu put on his trousers, and asked him with a smile on his face, raising his narrow eyes with bright black pupils, "Brother Nanjia, do you mean you want to compare my size?"

Seeing Jiang Beiyu talking nasty words with a milky and soft face, Ning Nanjia suddenly felt a little overwhelmed, so he raised his hand and patted the back of his head, and said in a calm voice pretending to be stern: "You don't learn well at a young age. "

This kid has a thin-skinned look, why is he so, alas, it's really foul.

Jiang Beiyu, who had been slapped, covered the back of his head with his hands, and his black and white eyes soon turned a light red circle, as if he was about to cry or not.

Ning Nanjia thought about how hard he hit Zou Zikang just now, usually he hit Zou Zikang twice as hard as this, and that thing made no sound, but then he thought that Jiang Beiyu was not someone else, but a young master made of water tofu , and asked him in a soft voice helplessly,

"It hurts?"

Jiang Beiyu nodded aggrievedly holding his head.

Ning Nanjia thought about it, and asked him tentatively, "Then, can I buy you something to eat? Milk tea? Small cakes? Spicy strips?"

Normally, if Ning Weitong cried, he would be able to coax him to buy these.

Jiang Beiyu shook his head, "I don't want those. If you call me Ah Yu, if you call me Ah Yu, I won't feel any pain."