The Emperor of Meiqiang and the Shadow has grown a pair of bunny ears

When Qi Jiu read the news about Yang Chongjin's detention, the three of them were gathering at Liuhe.

On a beautiful Sunday morning, the spring outside the door is brilliant, but unfortunately, no sunlight can penetrate into this small broken Internet cafe.

Qi Jiu and Zhou Qing each turned on a computer, one was writing documents, and the other was playing a long-outdated game.

"Why am I stuck again!" Zhou Qing slammed the mouse on the table first, "Every time I run two laps back to Happy Home, I'm still counting down three two one!"

Qi Jiu struggled to move the mouse, no matter how he manipulated the page, it was stuck and motionless.

Sad and happy, he poked his head out of the chair, and shouted at the counter in a drawn-out voice: "Net—control—?"

Yan Shiqing, who was two meters away, walked towards them with a straight face.

"Press F1 twice to help." He tossed Qi Jiu's broken computer expressionlessly, "Don't shout."

"Really?" Zhou Qing smiled, and pressed the keyboard cracklingly, "I pressed it maybe [-] times just now, why didn't you come to help me?"

Yan Shiqing opened his mouth, probably wanting to have a few words with him, but thinking that the other party had only done him a great favor two days ago, he closed it resentfully.

But he was still out of breath after two seconds of silence, and when he simply lowered his head, he murmured in a low voice: "If you press 5 times in [-] minutes, I will only think you have Parkinson's."

"It's also possible to get an electric shock." Qi Jiu responded with a suppressed smile, "Brother Liu He's keyboard leaked electricity, I always feel like I've been hit by it several times."

Yan Shiqing didn't answer, his eyes fell on Qi Jiu's page.

He stretched out his hand, resting his fingertips on the word "detention", and asked, "Can you accept this result?"

Qi Jiu tilted his head, scrolled the mouse to read the news again: "Why not?"

Yan Shiqing still had Qi Jiu's crying face in his mind: "...You said you didn't want to hurt others."

"But isn't this what he deserves?" Qi Jiu wondered.

"So what you mean is that as long as I didn't personally hurt Yang Chongjin, he deserves whatever crimes this person suffers from now on." Zhou Qing joked, leaning on the back of his chair.

He narrowed his eyes with a smile, and concluded to Qi Jiu: "Your concept of justice is really amazing."

Zhou Qing's words were not rough at first, Qi Jiu supported his head and thought for a while, and he really felt that what he said made sense.

"Then what do you want to do?" Qi Jiufei quickly turned the mouse wheel, deliberately preventing everyone from viewing the content of the page.

"Isn't this the result he should bear? I can't go up to his door with a knife to block people just because I'm angry." He glanced at Yan Shiqing nonchalantly, "There is always someone to enforce justice for me."

After he finished speaking, he was puzzled, and couldn't help muttering again: "It's hard to be a good person who doesn't feel aggrieved, okay?"

"What are good guys and bad guys?" Liu He came back from shopping, and heard them chatting just as he stepped through the door, "What's going on?"

Yan Shiqing walked inside the house, pretending to hear someone calling the network administrator for help.

Zhou Qing stood up first, claiming that he was tired from sitting and wanted to go for a walk.

Only Qi Jiu was left scratching his knees and staring at Liu He.

His scalp was numb, he stumbled under the threat of Liu He, and briefly described what he had experienced on Friday in short cuts.

Two minutes later, Liu He arrested Yan Shiqing, who was watching other people playing games in the back room, and took Zhou Qing, who was admiring flowers in the yard, into the house.

The three sat on chairs in a row, looking at Liu He with a serious face.

"Why didn't you tell me such a big thing?!" The self-proclaimed reliable adult male Alpha paced back and forth, "This time there was no danger, no one had an accident, but how do you know that nothing happened!"

Of the four people present, only Liu He was scratching his head, while the other three looked at each other, looking up and down at his slovenly appearance.

Qi Jiu smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, the situation was urgent, I really didn't remember it."

Yan Shiqing raised his eyelids: "Xin Ling."

Zhou Qingxian was much more straightforward: "I think you may not be very useful."

Liu He went forward and grabbed the back of his neck, angry and wanted to laugh: "I'm not very useful?!"

"No matter what I say, I'm ten years older than you, and I have much more social experience than you students. Why do you have a sense of superiority, you brat?"

Liu He felt that his head was hurting, and said earnestly: "Is there not enough safety education in your school? Why don't you take it to heart?"

"Especially Qi Jiu, why do you look the most reliable and take the lead in charging." He specifically criticized by name, "In the future, you are not allowed to take risks again, and you must tell me if you encounter similar serious situations. If something happens to you, I will be ashamed Get in touch with..."

Qi Jiu interrupted, and leaned over to Yan Shiqing's side and whispered, "Did you hear that?"

"If you don't want to tell brother Liuhe, you can tell me."

Zhou Qing yawned boredly, holding two roses that had just been cut from Liuhe's yard in his hand, and threw one towards Qi Jiu.

Liu He, who was ignored, was angry and anxious, and knocked hard on the counter: "Silence!"

He repeated life safety education several times, using the most old-fashioned method to make this group of minors always vigilant about their personal safety.

In the end, all sighed in frustration: "Really, how could you not tell me, I am really just a poor cook in your hearts."

Liu He who said this was still holding two big sacks of vegetables in his hand, the yard was full of flowers he raised, and even the wall behind the counter was covered with woolen dolls he made with crochet hooks.

In the past, when someone made trouble in the Internet cafe, Liu He pretended not to care and swallowed his anger; later, when someone found fault, Liu He blushed and thought about it for a long time, and pushed Yan Shiqing out with his neck stuck.

No gender discrimination, but in the hearts of Qi Jiu and others, Liu He is really not the alpha who can carry a cannon to the battlefield.

Liu He didn't know how unreliable his image was, at the moment he just babbled like a disgruntled woman: "Why don't you trust me, I thought we were friends."

"Trust, trust." Qi Jiu sighed, went forward to pat Liu He on the head, trying to coax him, "You are our big brother and our forever friend."

Zhou Qing rolled his eyes first, and handed him the coquettishly blooming rose in his hand.

Only Yan Shiqing, who had nothing to do with their joys and sorrows, stared expressionlessly at the two comforting Liu He, and even turned around and wanted to leave.

"If you don't know how to express it." Liu He called out to him sullenly, "I allow you to come over and squeeze my shoulder."

"But if you see me so sad, my heart still doesn't fluctuate." He gritted his teeth and said every word.

"Go out of this door today and don't let me see you again."

Yan Shiqing paused in his steps, and turned his head with a frown.

For some unknown reason, he walked around Liu He's side twice, and finally took away the food from the other party's hand with a sulky face.

Liuhe's emotions come and go quickly.After the mourning, I rolled up my sleeves to prepare today's lunch, and asked three child laborers to help make dumplings.

As the biggest contributor to this incident, Zhou Qingxian became extremely swollen and furious this day.

Instead of helping, he took the scissors and cut off all the roses in Liuhe, and tied them into a big bunch clumsily.

"Does it look good?" He held up the flower proudly, "I will give it to my partner later."

No one paid attention to him, so Zhou Qing deliberately wandered around in front of others, pointing out what he did not do right, and at the same time complaining about the poor lighting and bad environment of the small broken Internet cafe.

The young master's temper that Qi Jiu would not allow him to lose on weekdays has finally been displayed multiplied today, just like a peacock who just wants to attract attention.

Liu He was really tired of his thoughts, so he simply set up the wooden table in the front yard, and held a simple picnic while the spring was good.

Zhou Qingxian, who had fulfilled his wish, even hummed a song. Even the stool was moved for him by others, and he walked out with only the bouquet he carefully prepared.

His footsteps stopped abruptly at the door.

He blocked the door, and everyone behind couldn't get out, Qi Jiu held the bowl and looked out: "What's wrong?"

Through Zhou Qingxian's shoulder, Qi Jiu saw the Mighty Mister whom the other party talked about from morning till night.

It's just that there are more girls around.

They didn't seem to notice that there was an acquaintance standing in the dark Internet cafe, talking and laughing as they walked towards the end of West Street.

The little girl was holding the boy's arm, smiling very sweetly, but what she said was very unpleasant: "Aren't you next to a rich second generation, please please him more and see if he can give you a card, you Use it to buy me more bags."

The boy didn't nod or speak, but just smiled at the little girl.

Zhou Qing had seen that smile countless times before, with a little pampering and indulgence, the next moment he would want to reach out and rub the other person's head.

Zhou Qing didn't like this action at first, and always thought it was treating ignorant children, so he avoided it every time.

But this time, he saw Lin Beisheng's hand falling straight on the little girl's hair.

Zhou Qingxian was still holding the flower in his hand, and his fingertips tightened suddenly.

The thorns on the stalk pierced into the flesh, and he felt the pain only when he bled.

The sloppy smile on his face finally disappeared, and the complacent look faded away.

Before Qi Jiu could speak, Zhou Qing stepped forward and threw the rose in his arms on the table.

The few roses that bloomed the most in the early morning of April were cut off at the most exquisite time, and their lives were prepaid in advance, and they were glued to the wooden table.

Liu He was taken aback by the sudden bouquet of flowers, and then looked up at the men and women who were going away, flashing out a general plot: "It's okay Xiao Zhou, bye bye, the next one will be better."

"Don't be sad." Qi Jiu hurried to catch up with him, "Maybe it's a misunderstanding, maybe it's just siblings?"

Zhou Qing didn't say a word, chewed the dumpling wrapper slowly, and shook his head after a while.

His eyes fell on the pink and white petals, and the first thing he remembered was to cancel the restaurant that had been booked for two weeks in the afternoon.

"...I don't even want to scold him." He paused for a long time before saying, "I like him too much."

Qi Jiu was worried, Liu He hesitated to speak, and finally the two rubbed his shoulders and patted his legs.

Yan Shiqing lowered his eyes and watched the two comfort Zhou Qingxian expressionlessly.

He thought and thought, but still didn't say anything, he just moved two dumplings from his own bowl to Zhou Qingxian's bowl.

When Qi Jiu came home in the afternoon, he submitted a [-]-word report to Ms. Qi Yan.

Everything was detailed, and it described in detail what Yang Chongjin did to him, and all the details he had heard from Yan Shiqing secretly.

Qi Yan was very surprised: "...you haven't been at home for the past two days, when did you write this?"

Qi Jiuxin said that it was this morning that he typed out every single word on Liu He's broken, broken computer.

He didn't answer the question, and only reported the conclusion: "So I don't think Yan Shiqing has any violent tendencies."

"...Maybe there is, but it doesn't seem to be shown to me."

Qi Jiu took a deep breath, and continued, "Although I haven't spent much time with him, I don't think he's the kind who would cheat—"

His voice stopped abruptly, and Qi Yan stretched out his hand to interrupt.

She frowned gradually, carefully reading every sentence in the report: "Is this all true?"

Qi Jiu pinched the hem of his clothes and nodded nervously.

He knew that this behavior was too reckless, thought that he would be scolded by Qi Yan, so he closed his eyes tightly.

But the next moment, Qi Yan gave him a tight hug.

The mother had mixed feelings in her heart, with anger and blame as the most important things, but the one who rushed forward was the luck of knowing that Qi Jiu was fine.

Qi Jiu could feel Qi Yan's emotions, rubbed her back to calm her emotions, and said softly, "Mom, can I continue to contact him?"

Qi Yan's hair was disheveled, and tears ran from her cheeks to the back of Qi Jiu's neck: "...It's ok, but this kind of thing can't happen again."

Her voice was hoarse, and she held Qi Jiu in her arms vigorously and meticulously:

"It's really good that you're fine."