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

Yang Guang is actually not stupid, he planned this scene for a long time.

He spent a long time researching the position of the camera. He learned from the gossip that the classroom camera would not be turned on. He secretly observed for a long time where the classmates put their mobile phones, and then carefully started planning.

Yang Guang, as the most conscientious student in the past 12 years, follows the rules every day, obeys the instructions of his teachers and parents, and completes his student career meticulously.

Every day, every day, step by step, going back and forth between two points and one line.

He expected his third year of high school to be as beautiful as the Internet said, but at the end, he realized that this crucial year would eventually pass as smoothly as before.

Yang Guang began to panic. Looking back on his student career, he left nothing memorable.

"I haven't graduated yet, but I can already imagine the future. No one will call me at the graduation party or class reunion. After ten or twenty years, everyone will only think of those fun things back then. Who will remember me? This is an ordinary-looking, middle-of-the-road student who catches a lot of students in the school."

He showed a sad smile: "Teacher, do you know that today I quietly ran out of the queue during the big class break, but none of my classmates noticed."

"I want others to remember me longer, but I don't have time. I can't leave an indelible impression of a good monitor in everyone's minds through the accumulated efforts like Qi Jiu. I can't be as special as Zhou Qingxian So being remembered all the time, I can't even compare to the limelight of the transfer students."

"People may remember Yan Shiqing, but they will never remember Yang Guang."

Yang Guang pinched the hem of his clothes tightly, and he spoke extremely fast, venting his unreasonable grievances.

"I'm not a class committee member, class representative, nor a student who can play and create atmosphere." He said, "No matter how much I struggle now, I can't make any waves."

"I was in high school and there was nothing left."

"But I know that what happened today will not be forgotten, and I will feel excited when others talk about it in the future, because I am the mastermind behind all this."

"This kind..." Yang Guang closed his eyes, gnashed his teeth in shame and selfishness, and continued, "Being the final boss has the same sense of accomplishment."

"This will make me feel that I have not died in the memory of others."

Old Chen frowned when he heard this, and couldn't help asking, "Are you under too much pressure due to the approaching college entrance examination?"

"I think these things have been thought about for a long time." Yang Guang smiled weakly.

The class leader who treats people sincerely on weekdays is beaten up and framed by the transfer students. The real version of Farmer and Snake will definitely be talked about among this group of students who pursue gossip and entertainment.

He had planned for a long time, knowing about Yan Shiqing's rumors, and borrowing Qi Jiu's reputation, he created a perfect shelter for himself.

But unfortunately he failed. Yang Guang's crazy brain finally found a sliver of reason in the extreme thoughts, and realized how naive his whole plan was.

Old Chen still couldn't understand, and glanced at Qi Jiu: "Didn't you and Qi Jiu have been at the same table for a year, and the relationship was pretty good at that time, how did you come up with this method... Frame him?"

"It's because he's so nice." Yang Guang's successful smile faded away completely, and his complexion was pale, "I'm different from him, he can have many friends, but I can't make friends, and the only ones who come to me are He's alone."

His eyes suddenly became empty, facing Qi Jiu, but he didn't know where to look: "I thought we would become good friends, but I found out that I was wrong."

"I can't catch up with him in my life, he is too scary."

"Qi Jiu can do well in the exam casually, can meet a powerful second-generation friend like Zhou Qingxian, and can make everyone around him like him, but I can't."

Yang Guang suddenly squatted down, covered his head and said sharply: "I envy Qi Jiu's mother, but I also think that only Qi Jiu can have such a good mother."

"My parents asked me to be admitted to a good university. I tried my best just to do this one thing. I don't know how Qi Jiu managed to do so many things. I don't know how he managed to let everyone Like him, I just, I just think about him—"

"I'm going to collapse just thinking about him!"

His appearance was too frightening, so Lao Chen quickly helped him to the chair.

Yang Guang panted heavily, his vision blurred, and finally landed on Qi Jiu again, showing a cruel smile:

"But it's different now. He won't be liked by everyone when he goes back. He will be treated as a traitor."

"I feel lucky," he said. "There's no... no one likes him as wholeheartedly as before."

Qi Jiu has been a little dazed since early on, his brain seems to be empty, Yang Guang's words are lingering in the air, and he doesn't drill into his mind.

Everything seems to slow down, and long conversations seem to become solid characters hanging in the air and wrapping around themselves.

When Qi Jiu reached out to touch these words, he would feel a tingling in his spine, as if he was being judged against himself.

At the end, he only heard Yang Guang say: "I don't want him to be nice to me again."

"Even his gentle kindness on weekdays is just a burden to me."

Crash, clatter——

The mirror of calm was shattered.

Qi Jiu came back to his senses suddenly, like a robot, he turned to Yang Guang slowly and bluntly, and asked:

"So just because of your low self-esteem, am I going to be your excuse for doing all the wrong things?"

"No." Yang Guang's eyes were red, whether it was hatred or regret, "I just want to be Qi Jiu, but there is a high probability that I will always be Yang Guang."

Qi Jiu didn't want to stay any longer, he felt that the oxygen in his chest was deprived, and he needed to open his mouth wide every time he took a breath.

There was a smell of book ink in the Academic Affairs Office, and now it smelled only of corruption.

He looked at the embarrassed Yang Guang, all the words of accusation were stuck in his chest, and there were only four big words in his mind——

Get out of here, get out of here.

He had a few words with Lao Chen, but he didn't dare to look at Yang Guang any more, and ran out of the Academic Affairs Office with his head down.

However, as soon as he opened the door, Qi Jiu tripped.

Yan Shiqing squatted at the door, curled up like a mushroom.

The original door was not closed at all, leaving a small gap to continuously bring the sound out of the outside world.

Yan Shiqing's brows and eyes were kept flat, and his long eyelashes drooped. It took him a while to look up at Qi Jiu.

From this angle, Yan Shiqingyuan was not as violent as usual, but unexpectedly gave birth to some lovable obedience.

Qi Jiu lost most of his emotions, sighed half helplessly and half funny: "Why are you eavesdropping?"

Yan Shiqing didn't reply, he stood up with his hands in his pockets, looking at his posture, he thought what a great thing he just did.

Qi Jiu walked in front, Yan Shiqing followed two steps behind, and asked him after a while, "Aren't you angry?"

Qi Jiu pursed his mouth and shook his head: "He silly. If you get angry, you will only get angry more and more."

"Don't cry?"

"What kind of image do I have in your heart?" Qi Jiu turned his head and smiled at him, deliberately showing two canine teeth.

Crying bags that can't hold back tears when something big is happening.

Yan Shiqing responded in his heart expressionlessly.

Qi Jiu didn't hear him speak for a long time, so he simply walked up the stairs, halfway through, he suddenly remembered: "...Yes, how do you know that Yang Guang stole things during those times?"

"Guess." Yan Shiqing looked calm, walked around him and walked in front, "I met him alone in the classroom at those times, and said it to scare people."

It is estimated that Yang Guang himself was guilty of being a thief, thinking about this matter all day long, and he was thrown into chaos when he was poked.

"Who taught you this?" Qi Jiu squinted his eyes and smiled, a similar master of fooling appeared in his mind, "Brother Liuhe?"

As soon as the name came out, Yan Shiqing stopped abruptly.

He seemed to be thinking of something unpleasant, and turned his head with a stern face: "...I met him just now and asked me to tell you the following content verbatim."

Yan Shiqing took a deep breath, and made an emotionless repeater word by word:

"Ha, ha, did I tell you that I have much more social experience than you guys, ten years old is not for nothing, this little brat is fooling around casually, remember to come at noon, thank you bro."

His voice dragged like he was about to die, it seemed that reading Liu He's words really shortened his life.

However, Qi Jiu was indeed amused by him, holding his stomach and laughing for a while, before letting out a long sigh.

Yan Shiqing watched his reaction, turned his head and went upstairs.

"What are you doing?" Qi Jiu tilted his head to look at him, "Isn't this the only building where our classroom is?"

Yan Shiqing didn't answer, but just waved at him.

Going back is also a self-study, Qi Jiu didn't have much time to study, tilted his head to think for a while, and simply had the courage to skip class with Yan Shiqing.

The two stopped at the big iron gate on the roof. Before Qi Jiu could speak, Yan Shiqing found a stone from the corner and threw it on the lock, and the knob turned open.

This level of proficiency in the movement, at first glance, is a habitual offender.

Qi Jiu was so shocked that before he could say anything, he saw Yan Shiqing stepping into the door and pointing to a pile of cigarette butts in the corner to explain: "Liu He taught."

As soon as the iron door was opened, the air suddenly formed convection, and the wind blew so hard that Qi Jiu couldn't open his eyes.

He rubbed his eyes and walked with Yan Shiqing, lying on the railing to blow the wind with a distance of a fist, it took him a long time to remember and then asked: "How do you know it's Yang Guang? What if you arrest the wrong person?"

Normally, Yan Shiqing would not pay attention to Qi Jiu's questions at all, but today he didn't know whether it was because he was in a good mood or for other reasons, so he answered after a moment of silence, "The eyes are different."

In the first three days after the transfer students came to the school, they used to sort out the crowd in the classroom first. Most of the students were mainly curious, and some Yangou would feel excited. Zhou Qingxian and others were indifferent. Yang Guang——

"He doesn't like me, and..." Yan Shiqing summed up what he heard today, and found an appropriate adjective, "It's a bit gloating."

Qi Jiu dragged his voice to respond, and the topic went round and round, and finally returned to the question he cared about the most: "Do you also think... Is it a burden for me to treat you like this?"

Looking from the rooftop, the campus is a beautiful spring scene, with a soft fragrance of flowers in the wind, blowing Yan Shiqing's forehead hair.

He didn't look at Qi Jiu, his eyes only stayed in the very bright cherry blossom forest in the school: "... I don't know."

Yan Shiqing said: "No one treats me better."

Qi Jiu didn't know how to respond.

Leaning on the railing, he watched the team circle around the endless red track above the playground, and slowly closed his eyes.

Half of his body was out of the sunlight, and half was leaning against Yan Shiqing, his voice was soft and long like this endless spring: "I'm telling you, you don't need to answer."

He suddenly dissected himself, facing a person whose relationship was not very good, exposing his not-so-glorious past to the romantic spring.

"Until I was eight years old, my mother told me to do good deeds and be kind to people."

At that time, Ms. Qi, as an excellent housewife, married a successful husband.

She is very kind. When she encounters a stray cat, she will prepare enough cat food for the kitten's family. She bakes biscuits and can eat them in the neighborhood. When she encounters a beggar, she will give out all the change in her body.

She is a ridiculously nice person, but has a husband who likes domestic violence.

Her husband is away at work, and he returns home every three to five months. The pressure from work has piled up in his marriage, and he beats and scolds Qi Yan.

Qi Yan swallowed her anger, held Qi Jiu with one hand, and counted firewood, rice, oil and salt with the other——

Until Qi Jiu was eight years old, his father slapped him for no reason.

"After my mother got divorced, the first thing she told me was." Qi Jiu tilted his head to look at Yan Shiqing, "You can be a gentle person, but endless gentleness will only bring weakness."

"I don't really understand what this means." Qi Jiu muttered, pouted.

He stumbled and grew into adolescence, followed Qi Yan's way of dealing with things, and gradually cultivated his own three views in the process of communicating with others, understanding this sentence as:

"I want to be a good person, but I don't want to be so good that I have no principles."

Yan Shiqing frowned when he heard this: "So in essence, you are a saint who wants to save everyone."

"No." Qi Jiu narrowed his eyes and smiled.

The small mole on his right eyelid was reflected in light brown in the sun, his skin was illuminated brightly, and every soft hair was blown up by the wind.

"I'm definitely not a saint." Qi Jiu said with a smile, "My mother is a saint."

"In order to save others and reduce suffering, she will take the initiative to contact those people whose fate is rough, but I am different."

"I reached out to others because I felt sad seeing them suffer." Qi Jiu opened his eyes, leaving only Yan Shiqing in his vision.

His eyes were brightly illuminated by the sun, as if filled with two gentle lights: "Sometimes, in order to reduce my sadness, I choose to close my eyes."

"But I'm glad I saw you before I closed my eyes."

For some reason, Yan Shiqing felt that the back of his neck was sweating.

He was blowing the most comfortable wind in the whole spring, looking at the best scenery in the whole four seasons, but felt that the current time was as slow as sitting on pins and needles.

He felt that his vocal cords were tightening, and he looked away as if fleeing, only staring at the cherry blossom forest in full bloom.

That patch of pink should only be in Yan Shiqing's eyes, but strangely, some pink was accidentally stained on his cheeks and behind his ears.

It's all Sakura's fault.

Yan Shiqing thought.

In a trance, he remembered a certain sentence Yang Guang said to Qi Jiu.

Yan Shiqing looked at the cherry blossom forest, without giving Qi Jiu any spare vision, and said bluntly, "I don't like you."

Qi Jiu was taken aback by the endless words, propped himself up and looked at the other party.

Fortunately, Yan Shiqing will continue to talk about it later:

"I didn't like you before."

"So I won't...I'm not..." It seemed difficult to say this sentence, Yan Shiqing felt that something was wrong when he turned his head a few times, and his brows were tightly frowned.

"No one will like you wholeheartedly like before, but I didn't like you in the first place, so maybe I won't like you any more."

He paused at this point, showing a rare panic, and then explained:

"Not like it either, I mean..."

Ding--

The bell for the end of get out of class finally rang, and Qi Jiu breathed a sigh of relief amidst the deafening sound.

His voice was overshadowed by the ringing of the bell, and with a faint smile, it could be passed into Yan Shiqing's ears:

"I know what you mean."