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

Yuan Lin didn't know why, so he was very upset that Xu Jiaping stopped them: "Why? My brother is kind-hearted, you even take care of a dog?"

Song Jiqiu silently covered his face.

This dog is him. Do you think he should take care of it or not.

Xu Jiaping stretched his hand over the schoolbag strap of someone who wanted to sneak away, and easily pulled it in front of him: "Tell me, what's going on?"

Unable to promise, Song Jiqiu quickly made up another lie: "I gave the puppy an umbrella later that day."

"Really?" Xu Jiaping obviously didn't believe it.

Yuan Lin turned his dull brain, and finally understood: "You got sick in the rain because of him?"

Song Jiqiu said nothing.

In Yuan Lin's left eye was written "Water thrown out by a married daughter", and in his right eye was written "The child's elbow turned outward when he grew up".

Xu Jiaping didn't care, and his tone was a bit playful: "Did I ask him to help me?"

Yuan Lin was furious.

Song Jiqiu sighed, and pulled away Yuan Lin who rolled up his sleeves: "Let's go, the hospital is about to rest, I don't want to mobilize the doctors to come to my house."

He waved his hand to say goodbye to Xu Jiaping normally, and he didn't seem to feel sad that Xu Jiaping underestimated his intentions.

Xu Jiaping glanced at his cute and bright smiling face, feeling agitated for no reason.

When they walked out of the school gate, Song Jiqiu said, "Speak up, don't suffocate yourself."

Yuan Lin gritted his teeth: "You helped him hold an umbrella and you lied to us because of the cold?"

Song Jiqiu replied: "I have been ill since I was sick because my physique is not good."

Yuan Lin gritted his teeth: "I don't think you have a good brain." He took a deep breath, "Don't forget, the bloody affair between you and his true and false young master is doomed for you not to be good friends, he is not a kind person. Stupid, stay away from him."

"Why?" Song Jiqiu didn't understand that the affairs of the father's generation were the affairs of the father's generation, and it had nothing to do with the child.

And they did become good friends in a previous life.

Song Jiqiu doesn't have many friends, Xu Jiaping is a very special existence to him, it is worth his whole life to work hard to save Xu Jiaping's fate.

Yuan Lin was helpless, knowing that he couldn't make sense.

Song Jiqiu's thinking is different from theirs. The children of this group of wealthy families are used to weighing the pros and cons, analyzing risks, and thus dividing the order of making friends.But Song Jiqiu gets along with people simply and rudely, relying on the intuition of small animals to distinguish good people from bad people.

So if he has a small brain and a problem with his eyes, maybe Xu Jiaping's mother can be considered a good person?

"Forget it, you will know later, remember to protect yourself." He waved his hands annoyedly, "He will take revenge for his flaws, just watch He Xin's fate."

He Xin was the classmate who got shot at Song Jiqiu who had just transferred to another class. Since he was taken away by the dean, he never came to school again.

"What happened to him?" Song Jiqiu asked.

Yuan Lin couldn't answer, but he subconsciously thought that Xu Jiaping was a bit evil, and it would be bad if he got involved.But he didn't dare to say this to Song Jiqiu, for fear that he would fight him desperately.

"It's nothing, I've dropped out of school, there's no good end for those who offend Xu Jiaping."

Who knew that Song Jiqiu nodded in agreement: "Indeed, but they deserve it."

Yuan Lin was heartbroken.

It is hopeless, destroy it.

Song Jiqiu's illness was not serious, and he wouldn't get better after lingering for a week. The doctor was afraid that he would be ill if he took too much medicine, so he could only give advice to drink more hot water.

Song Jiqiu huddled on the chair holding the thermos cup, knowing that he was more troubled.

He asked Xu Jiaping if he had any regrets in his life?

Xu Jiaping told him that if he could go back to his student days, he wanted to quit smoking, study hard, and not drop out of high school.

"If I don't drop out of school, my fate will change."

——"Is it getting better?"

"meeting."

Song Jiqiu didn't have time to ask the question "Why did you drop out of school", but was stopped by Xu Jiaping's sentence "Don't mention the past again", so we didn't talk any more.

As a result, now, not to mention studying hard, Xu Jiaping might immediately lift him up and throw him away if he mentions quitting smoking.

Xu Jiaping, a big liar.

He searched for "how to be friends with someone who hates him" on the web, turned over a dozen pages of unreliable answers, and finally decided to adopt the most clichéd soft-hearted policy.

Start with delivering breakfast tomorrow.

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Song Jiqiu got up early in the morning, but the classmate who cleaned the class yesterday locked him up, and he couldn't enter the class, so he went to the spare classroom to study by himself for a while.

Someone patted him on the shoulder. It turned out that some students from Class [-] came to meet him specially.

"Autumn God, long time no see."

Song Jiqiu was stunned for a moment before realizing that this classroom had become the base for their physics competition.

Since the first year of high school, the school has opened up competition training classes for students who are willing to sign up.Because Song Jiqiu was too balanced in all subjects, he didn't find any outstanding strengths, so he didn't report anything.Although the school is a pity, but seeing that his ambition is really not here, and his grades are as stable as an old dog, he reluctantly gave up.

"Then I'll go first, so I won't disturb you." Song Jiqiu made a gesture to pack his schoolbag.

The school committee of class one held him down: "Don't, Qiushen, you just stay here, we stay in front, it doesn't matter."

Song Jiqiu thinks about it too, plus the last inscription is half written, and he intends to finish it, so he stops when he collects his schoolbag: "OK."

Teacher Chen from Wujing has been paying attention to the little student in the last row for a long time.

When everyone was sitting in the front row, that classmate sat alone at the end, writing and drawing in his notebook all the time, and then picked up a book to study carefully. With his handsome eyes and eyebrows, How eye-catching.

Genius is really out of place.

Teacher Chen was overwhelmed by the surprise of discovering the genius, for a moment he forgot that there was no such person in his class, and sneaked around to the end of the classroom, wanting to see what the genius was looking at?

He walked behind the genius with full expectation.

Hey, the genius pretended to put up a book, but he was actually watching "The Prince of Tennis" on his mobile phone with his earphones plugged in.

Teacher Chen is angry, it’s fine if you are lazy, how can you watch anime that violates the laws of physics in physics class.

Song Jiqiu felt that the earphones stuffed into his ears were taken away, and when he looked up, a middle-aged man in the Mediterranean stared at him with round eyes, he thought for a while, took off the other half of the earphones and handed them to him generously: "Want to watch? "

Teacher Chen:"……"

He took a deep breath, patted the paper on his hand in front of Song Jiqiu, and said concisely: "Write!"

Song Jiqiu withdrew from the world of animation, and realized that the teacher had misunderstood him. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Teacher Chen's ugly purple face like a pig's liver made him shut up wisely.

There is only one question on the paper.

He has never been exposed to the concept in Wujingli, so he can only use the most basic knowledge of physics to turn eighteen bends in the mountain road to prove it.

"Finished?" Teacher Chen took the paper, swept it casually, and was attracted by it, staring at it more and more.

Talents, if you have never seen a formula before, you can use your knowledge to prove the formula, and the writing is easier to understand than textbooks.

Song Jiqiu had never seen a question in a physics competition. As the saying goes, he could not judge the difficulty of this question by punching the teacher to death, but now he saw Teacher Chen's face. He understood that this question seems to be a bit difficult... …

He silently picked up his schoolbag and wanted to escape: "Teacher, I'm leaving first, I'm not in your class."

"Wait!" Teacher Chen's eyes lit up, wishing he could be welded to death on the seat, "There is still a paper, do it again."

Song Jiqiu glanced at it, there were several more questions this time, and he immediately became alert: "I can't do it."

Teacher Chen sneered and pinched his lifeline: "I'll tell your teacher, you can't go to class if you can't finish it."

Song Jiqiu: "..."

That's okay, he rushed to put breakfast on the table to keep warm.

Glancing at the clock behind him, he picked up his pen in despondency, and hurried away at the last hour before the morning reading bell rang, leaving some steps behind and left the sentence "Teacher, I really don't know how to" and quickly slipped away.

Class [-] was lazy in the morning reading, Xu Jiaping usually came in after the morning reading bell rang, and he did not arrive until Song Jiqiu sat down.

The sun was shining brightly outside, and Xu Jiaping also had the smell of being in the sun.

"There is someone at your table delivering something." Song Jiqiu waited for a long time before Xu Jiaping found out, so he could only bring it up.

Xu Jiaping frowned and looked at the drawer, and put a small gift tied with a bow inside, as well as a lunch box that was so simple and out of place.

"Have you had breakfast? Let's eat it." Song Jiqiu pretended to mention it casually.

Xu Jiaping raised his eyes, a little meaningful.

Their seats are in the back row, and they aim at the trash can and shoot one at a time.

Xu Jiaping was about to throw away these colorful things, he paused with his hands in the air, sat down and put all the things back into the drawer.

Song Jiqiu silently noticed the actions of the tablemate, and when the lunch box was stuffed back intact, he had the idea that it really was the case.

Although I know that Xu Jiaping 90.00% will not eat the breakfast given by others, and [-]% will not eat the breakfast given by him, but one of the life rules of the optimistic Xiao Song is to try even if he knows it is impossible.

What if it works.

Moreover, Xu Jiaping didn't throw away the lunch box and he could still take it back, so he couldn't help but want to praise Xu Jiaping.

What a kind and sensible boy!

After a rain, the temperature will rise even more, and the gradually impetuous temperature will reduce the number of people sleeping in the class.

Xu Jiaping wasn't that sleepy today. After waking up, he stretched his arms and looked out the window.

When Rongcheng is sunny in May, the sky is particularly blue, with a few cotton-like clouds floating.The person who was three centimeters away from his elbow was obviously quiet and seemed hard to be ignored.

He wanted to smoke. He had been exposed to cigarettes for a while, and his body seemed to be about to produce an addictive reaction.

He doesn't have a deep relationship with smoke, but everyone in the surrounding environment is puffing and smoking, and he can smell the choking smell wherever he goes.

Xu·Logic Master·Jiaping believes that it is harmful to health anyway, and smoking second-hand smoke is not as good as smoking first-hand smoke.

As it turned out, cigarettes seemed to be a social tool that made him more comfortable in the dark world.

There were still 10 minutes before the end of get out of class, and his deskmate was listening to the class seriously. He was very close, and the smell of the orange shower gel on his body came over.

His heart became more and more irritable, and when he saw Song Jiqiu's draft paper neatly listed the calculation process, he deliberately bumped it viciously, and the tip of the pen tore and scratched the paper immediately.

Song Jiqiu pulled away at once, kept holding the pen and tilted his head to look at Xu Jiaping for a few seconds.His eyes are black and white, and he can clearly print a scene, and now there is only Xu Jiaping's reflection.

Xu Jiaping was waiting for Song Jiqiu to get angry.

But Song Jiqiu's expression was dazed at first, and after a few seconds, it focused on his face, and when he turned his head, he didn't know what to smile, and showed dimples again.

Before Xu Jiaping could react, his hand under the desk was lightly touched, and the momentary feeling of skin touching was fleeting.

Song Jiqiu stared at the blackboard pretending to be the good boy he hated the most, but secretly stuffed something into his palm.

Xu Jiaping opened his hand.

There is a mint on top.