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Pseudo-poor school bully x Fake rich second-generation dude 8

"Brother, did you come back so late?" The second brother who was standing at the door complained, "By the way, do you have money? I want to go to an Internet cafe."

In front of Leng Yuan was an old rusty iron gate, his old and rundown home.He took out the key and turned it to the keyhole to open the door.The key I just played yesterday has not been used yet, but it was held in my pocket by that person for a long time.

"Brother, I'm talking to you. What are you doing?" The second brother grabbed him smartly.

Only then did Leng Yuan remember what her younger brother said just now: "You find a way by yourself."

"Where did I get the money..." The second brother's eyes rolled around, and he kept looking at his pocket, "Didn't you go to tutor? You have 100 yuan a night."

"That's not your money."

"You have to give it to your parents. If you give it to your parents, don't you give it to me. Or are you planning to take it for yourself?"

Leng Yuan didn't bother to say anything more to her second brother, so she went straight in.

The house was as messy as ever, and my parents were watching TV, a singing show.Both of them were a little deaf, and their voices were loud, high-pitched sopranos.The youngest sister and younger brother were playing with building blocks on the ground, and when they saw him come back, they threw themselves into his arms one by one.

"I want candy." The siblings said in unison.

As soon as Leng Yuan got busy, she forgot about it: "I don't have one today, so I'll buy it for you tomorrow, okay?"

The child was reluctant, but agreed anyway.

"Leng Yuan, are you home?" His mother stared at the TV and called him, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired."

Mother didn't look back: "Then go to sleep."

Leng Yuan's room was tidied up from a utility room, it was small, the desk and bed were surrounded by all kinds of high school books, there was no place to set foot.

After he finished writing two sets of papers, the TV singers outside finally quieted down. Before he could close his eyes and go to sleep, his parents and younger brother started arguing again for some reason.

Leng Yuan could more or less guess what they were talking about, and after nearly three years of saying the same thing back and forth, he no longer had any reaction.

"Isn't it because you gave the money to elder brother?"

"He has to pay for the books. What can I do? Hasn't he already earned it back?"

"You're partial...he's not your own..."

"What can I do if I raise him? When he graduates from college, you may have to rely on your elder brother to help him. Your elder brother has such good grades, and the teachers in the class say that he can go to P University..."

"You are eccentric! You are eccentric, and I am your son. Why?"

Leng Yuan hid herself in the quilt and sighed softly.

Bai Xinghe's joyful "Baby, you're awesome~" came out of the earphones, blowing away his anxiety a bit.

... the fool, I hope he doesn't have this trouble.

The next day, Leng Yuan got up earlier than usual.

It was still dawn, and my siblings and parents hadn't gotten up yet.It was one of the few quiet moments of the day for this noisy family.

For some reason, he didn't sleep well last night.

After much deliberation, it was all Bai Xinghe's fault, if it wasn't for kissing him at the bus booth...

Leng Yuan decided to increase the difficulty of the questions during tutoring tonight, so as not to let this kid be too idle.

It was half an hour from home to school, and it was 35:[-] when he arrived.

In the early morning, the school gate was empty, except for the occasional figure of a few students slowly entering and leaving.

Usually Leng Yuan didn't pay much attention to these people, but today was different, because he seemed to see... an acquaintance.

This acquaintance was pacing back and forth at the door like a robot, with a bitter expression on his face, as if someone owed him a billion.

Leng Yuan: "..."

Why is there Bai Xinghe here?It's not yet seven o'clock, shouldn't he be sound asleep in bed.

The temperature has dropped again today, and the weather is colder in the early morning than in the evening.Even though he was wrapped in a thin down jacket, Bai Xinghe still felt that he had turned into a popsicle, his limbs were forced to become stiff, and he had to walk back and forth at the door to exercise to keep out the cold.

After much deliberation, it was all Leng Yuan's fault!

If it wasn't for meeting Leng Yuan at the school gate, he wouldn't have been frozen into a dog early in the morning.

"Damn Leng Yuan."

His thin, trembling thoughts were heard by Leng Yuan, who stepped forward to give humanitarian care.

"...What does this have to do with me?"

"You're here?" Bai Xinghe complained endlessly, "I came here today just to meet you by chance."

Was it because of this reason that he showed up at school at 06:30?

"You don't have to do this..." Leng Yuan thought for a while, "Such a fight."

Ever since he made progress last night but was not beaten, Bai Xinghe has already fully understood that Leng Yuan's bottom line is unfathomable, and he can continue to explore, so he secretly planned to hold hands with Xueba again.

Leng Yuan's fiery eyes noticed his intentions, and she quickly distanced herself from him: "What are you doing? This is at school."

"It's okay if you're not at school?" Bai Xinghe was both surprised and delighted.

Leng Yuan turned to look at Lu: "No, don't misinterpret what I mean."

In the classroom early in the morning, there were only a few class representatives who were passionate about learning and writing hard. It seemed that Bai Xinghe, who was sitting next to Leng Yuan and playing with the headphone cable, was so special, and it also attracted a lot of attention.

After watching Bai Xinghe's little finger wrap around the headphone cable for 5 minutes, Leng Yuan couldn't help interrupting: "Are you a cat?"

Bai Xinghe blinked: "Because your earphones look cute."

Leng Yuan thought to herself, how could you be so cute.

However, he said coldly: "Don't harass me, sit down and read a book."

"Ok."

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Bai Xinghe was sitting upright in the seat next to him, staring at the Chinese books intently.

His fingers were still wrapped around the headphone cord.A thin bright red thread was wrapped around the boy's slender little finger, and a bow was also tied.For some reason, Leng Yuan was disturbed by this hand, and accidentally recalled that sweet kiss last night.

... After much deliberation, it was all Bai Xinghe's fault.

"Go back to your seat," Leng Yuan suppressed her emotions, "Hurry up."

"I'll ask you a math problem after class?" Bai Xinghe noticed that Leng Yuan's expression was complicated, so he didn't dare to ask, "Is that okay?"

Leng Yuan agreed: "Yes."

Bai Xinghe lowered his head and untied the earphone cable in his hand, and left like a butterfly.

He returned to the back row of the classroom and threw himself into the arms of the scumbag area.

The back row was empty. At this point in time, the scumbags should still be eating breakfast or taking a nap in the car. There had never been a scumbag who studied hard like him and pursued a top student.

So touching.

With this in mind, he opened the language book again.

The changes in Bai Xinghe also attracted the attention of Yan Lu and a bunch of other scumbags nearby, especially after the scandal between him and class monitor Leng Yuan spread, and everyone lamented that this was the power of love and survival, but they were also different. To a certain extent, he showed incomprehension in private.

In the morning reading time, Bai Xinghe was dragged by Yan Lu and told a lot of truth.

"Brother advises you not to take it seriously, just play around, 'youthful love is never enough'," Yan Lu patted him on the shoulder and sighed, "I think you seem to be possessed."

Bai Xinghe threw away his hand: "Speak well, don't recite Tsangyang Gyatso's poems."

"Such as Leng Yuan...your father will not agree, you know it." Yan Lu said.

"That's not necessarily the case, I think he likes Leng Yuan quite a lot."

Yan Lu felt that he was hopeless: "Tsk, forget it, I don't care about you."

Bai Xinghe didn't take it to heart, and waved his hands to look for Leng Yuan with a pen and paper between his hands.

Leng Yuanzai explained this big question carefully and thoroughly.Bai Xinghe found that he understood, and suddenly had an epiphany. It has been a long time since he was happy because a problem was solved smoothly. It really seems like a lifetime ago.

"Keep it up." Leng Yuan rarely praised him.

But he rested his chin and looked out the window, feeling suddenly depressed: "I really like campus life."

It's a pity that his youthful bird didn't come back either.

Leng Yuan: "Then cherish it and don't leave any regrets."

Bai Xinghe Xi Shi held his heart together to express his heartache: "Brother pierced my heart, the regret has already been made."

"There are still a few months before the college entrance examination," Leng Yuan thought he was talking about the grades, "I will help you."

After school, he sat alone in the last row flipping through books.

Leng Yuan originally wanted to write the test papers in the classroom, but when she saw Bai Xinghe in the back row staring blankly, she couldn't help but to fly out.

Although Leng Yuan would not admit it, the 800-meter road from the villa to the bus booth has become a little bit of his thoughts.

"Aren't you going home yet?" Leng Yuan stopped in the scumbag area, three steps away from Bai Xinghe, expressing her general concern for ordinary students staying in the school after class.

Bai Xinghe took off his earphones and looked up, just in time to see Xueba's upper body and that handsome side face - very cold, very tall.

There is still that sad youth song in my ears——

Where are they?

They are all old.

We are just like this, going to the end of the world.

Leng Yuan: "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing, I'm a little sad today, I want to bury flowers."

Bai Xinghe said witty words, knowing that time waits for no one, he immediately picked it up to pursue the unfinished career of Xueba.

Before Xueba left, he quickly sent out a happy invitation: "Would you like to go back to my house for dinner, and sleep at my house for the weekend?"

"weekend?"

"Yeah, just the two of us—my dad isn't coming home. Can we get serious about studying...or play some games?"

Leng Yuan suddenly became vigilant: this kind of invitation seems ordinary, but it probably has some deep meaning.

Play some games?

... what game?

The author has something to say: Shou: I'm talking about the King of Fighters'_>`