After the rebirth, the real young master was kidnapped by the fake young master

The layer of window paper was punctured, Song Jiqiu went home and sat at the desk almost all night.

At dawn, he stayed up all night but was full of energy, and finally sorted out the thoughts in his heart.

Like is like, anyway, his like does not hinder anyone.Moreover, he had always regarded Xu Jiaping as a good friend and was used to treating him well, but now that he changed from being a friend to being a crush, there seemed to be no difference.

After successfully doing his psychological work well, he took up his schoolbag with peace of mind and went to school to sit at the same table with Xu Jiaping.

"Good morning."

Xu Jiaping was lying on the table, a few strands of hair lazily curled up, and there was a thin layer of muscle on his exposed arms.

Song Jiqiu looked away guiltily, and silently recited Amitabha Buddha in his heart.

To be a person, you must have a conscience. People treat you as a friend. You can't greedy people because of your own selfish desires.

He pulled away the chair, cleared his throat, and read the verses in the textbook in a low voice.

Xu Jiaping tilted his head to reveal half of his face, glanced at him, slowly straightened up, and took out a book from the table.

With an elbow's distance apart, the two of them tacitly agreed, staring at the book in a daze.

Summer seems to be creeping outside the window.

The two of them have become popular since the campus cultural festival, and related posts on Tieba have been hot on the homepage for several days, and they can't be removed from the homepage. From time to time, some people can't hide their excited eyes after they recognize someone while walking on the road.

Song Jiqiu suspected that the photos of him in women's clothing would be passed down through the ages, and many years later, they would be found at class reunions and put on a big screen to flog the corpse for execution.Fortunately, he is very optimistic, he doesn't care what everyone thinks, and he is happy with the jokers.

No matter how much they played around, the mainstream of Rongcheng No. [-] Middle School was still studying.The aftertaste of the drama turmoil dissipated quickly, and everyone was quickly distracted by the upcoming monthly exam.

Song Jiqiu thought that the training of Xu Jiaping's recent learning achievements was very effective, and he looked forward to the exam and the final result for the first time.

On the day when the grades came out, Song Jiqiu took the frowning Yuan Lin to the office to inquire about the news ahead of time.

The teachers in the office surrounded a group of students who were inquiring about their grades. Seeing Song Jiqiu, he was very surprised: "God of learning, what are you doing here? You are number one, there is nothing to see."

"That's right, it's too annoying, why am I second again!"

Song Jiqiu squeezed in with a smile, his mouth was modest, but his hands were unambiguous: "No, I came to see other people, just take a look."

Several pieces of A4 paper used software to pull out a grade ranking. Song Jiqiu hesitated for a moment and started from the positive number. The top fifty were almost familiar names, and the further down the list, the more dizzy his eyes became.He blinked his dry eyes, frowned and counted backwards.

Yuan Lin next to him couldn't help but say: "Ji Qiu, how can you look for me from the front of the list, and you can find me immediately from the bottom!"

Song Jiqiu punctured his fantasy cruelly: "A Lin, I'm not looking for you."

"Oh." Yuan Lin muttered in a low voice like a deflated ball, and after a while he suddenly jumped, "Then who are you looking for, Xu Jiaping! Let me tell you, his appointment is also the last one!"

Song Jiqiu ignored it, and finally found Xu Jiaping's name on the middle page of a pile of rankings.

250 people.

Song Jiqiu subconsciously bit his lip, and couldn't hold back his laughter for a long time.

Yuan Lin probed his head and saw this number and smiled for a while, then slowly froze his smile: "Fuck, how did he get such a high score?"

The one-book rate in Yizhong is astonishingly high, and more than 200 means that one can go to a good school.

The people around heard the sound and came over, their eyes widened, and then they turned their clever little heads urgently to confirm that there was no one with the same name and surname in Yizhong.

Xu Jiaping's two hundred and five exams are as touching as medical miracles!

"Could it be cheating?" There was a whisper among the crowd.

"impossible!"

As soon as the classmate finished speaking, he turned his head and heard a rebuttal. Turning around in surprise, he saw Song Jiqiu's downcast face.

Few people have seen Song Jiqiu's face so pale.

The people around took a step back and spread out, leaving a space for the classmate who talked small talk.

The man choked up, unable to save face and chose to hold on: "What? Am I wrong? No one knows Xu Jiaping's virtue that cannot be supported by mud, and only you, Song Jiqiu, are blind and blind Keep defending him..."

This man was considered a rich young man, and Song Jiqiu recognized him as a member of the small group that bullied Xu Jiaping in the documents.

Song Jiqiu walked up to him.

He didn't deliberately turn his face cold, his expression was naturally soft, and the warm yellow lights in the office above his head made him look like a jade sculpture at this moment.

Then, Yu Diao punched him.

He fell down.

Song Jiqiu rubbed his fists and clicked his tongue lightly.

cool.

The people around stood there in a daze for a long time, and finally someone recovered from the shock, offered a symbolic support, and then remained ruthlessly in a daze.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Xu Jiaping wiped away the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

In the cold light, several people on the bathroom floor curled up into a ball, trembling uncontrollably.A few mobile phones with shattered screens like spider webs were scattered beside him.

The wooden door creaked and crumbled, and there were many cracked gaps among the graffiti, squeezed a little into the damp and dark environment inside.

When Song Jiqiu went to the dean's office to surrender, he couldn't find the dean, but unexpectedly found out that Xu Jiaping would be punished again.

He stepped out of the gate and walked through the corridor, his steps getting faster and faster, leaving the discussion and the sound of the wind behind his ears.

It's nothing more than some contemptuous remarks that "a dog can't change anything".

At the end of the corridor, Xu Jiaping was blocked by half of Xu Jiaping's sturdy figure, and the remaining half showed his bruised arms, chapped skin and sweaty temples.

The dean's anger seems to have come to an end, and he is making a concluding statement: "Xu Jiaping! I thought you finally passed the exam after a lot of trouble, and you have finally calmed down and learned to make progress!"

"It's okay." Xu Jiaping lazily leaned his waist against the handrail in the corridor, "Isn't it cheating anyway?"

One sentence raised the anger that the dean had finally calmed down to the highest point, jumped up and grabbed Xu Jiaping's ear: "Stinky boy, do you think our teacher is a fool?"

Xu Jiaping was taken aback, and hurriedly bent down in embarrassment to match the director's height.

The teaching director yelled into his ear: "Xu Jiaping, remember, we are teachers."

Because I am a teacher and you are a student, whether you are a good student or a bad student, the teacher will not doubt a student casually.

These days, corporal punishment has gradually become stricter. The teaching director quickly let go of his hand, and pushed Xu Jiaping on the back in disgust: "Go to the infirmary first, and I will settle the score with you later."

Xu Jiaping was in a rare embarrassment, his lips moved, and he silently lowered his head and walked towards the medical room. His bangs had grown back, piercing his thin eyelids with some itchiness.

Open the door of the infirmary, there is an unexpected person.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" He looked at Song Jiqiu.

Song Jiqiu said, "There was a fight."

Xu Jiaping didn't expect to come up with such an answer, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Song Jiqiu patted the seat next to the bench and let him sit down: "I'll help you apply the medicine."

Xu Jiaping still wanted to refuse, but was swept away by Song Jiqiu's light eyes, he swallowed half of his words, rolled his Adam's apple, and returned to his stomach.

Song Jiqiu squatted down and asked Xu Jiaping to roll up his trousers, his calf was torn and bloodstains were oozing.

"It's okay." Song Jiqiu's warm breath from a distance made Xu Jiaping move back uncomfortably, and received a non-threatening stare from the other party like a cat.

"It's great that you did well in the exam this time." Song Jiqiu chatted while dipping a cotton swab in the red medicine.

Xu Jiaping touched his nose resentfully: "Really?"

"Ah."

They didn't talk anymore, and Song Jiqiu didn't ask him why he planned to fight.

"Is there anything you want to ask?" Xu Jiaping said.

Song Jiqiu asked back, "Is there something I don't know about you?"

The words were light and light, but only Song Jiqiu knew the weight of them.

He was sure that he must be the person who knew Xu Jiaping the best in this world, not one of them.

Xiao Song's previous life was not in vain!

Xu Jiaping looked at Song Jiqiu's little hair twirling on top of his head and a patch of wet hair on his forehead, and said in a low voice, "There are many things you don't know."

Song Jiqiu was not convinced: "For example?"

Such as his liking, such as his despicableness, such as the reason why he beat the group of people to death in the toilet.

"This leg and waist must be very comfortable to wrap around."

"Hey, don't tell me, I haven't tasted the taste of a good student yet."

"You dare to think about the members of the Song family, it's really courageous."

"The young master's stickiness with Xu Jiaping every day, he might have been played with, it's really cheap for Xu Jiaping..."

The photos of women's clothing at the Song Jiqiu Festival were quietly saved by many people. Xu Jiaping hesitated for a long time to download it and save it in a locked album.

Black and red lips, Aphrodite who begged but could not do anything.

He is naturally cold and cold, and few things can touch his nerves, but when those people tacitly utter obscene and obscene language, there is a secret emotion.Yu was like being poured a basin of cold water suddenly, struggling to whine, he interrupted the conversation of the group of people without thinking.

In fact, thinking about it now, it is also full of delusions, what is the difference between him and those people.

The dark spring water in Xu Jiaping's eyes was full of endless emotions, and he suddenly felt helplessly tired while sitting on the chair.

"No example," he said.

Song Jiqiu badly pressed the wound with a cotton swab to express his slight dissatisfaction, he sat back beside Xu Jiaping and began to focus on the wound on his arm.

"Song Jiqiu." Xu Jiaping stared at him.

Song Jiqiu was blushing and heart beating because of the inexplicably abstinent sexy lines on the opponent's arm, he quickly poked and retracted his hand, and lowered his head without the courage to look at each other.

"Ok?"

"Don't be so nice to me again." Xu Jiaping's tone was bored.

Song Jiqiu raised his head in surprise, Xu Jiaping's calm and handsome face was close at hand, as if returning to the indifference when they first met.

It's as if they won't be friends anymore.