Xueba at the same table is my mortal enemy

Sure enough, Zhang Hong didn't come to look for Jiang Qu, but when school was over in the afternoon, Jiang Qu ran into the people from the second class on the corridor.

The best player in the second class, the one who is barely the captain, is called Han Yu, and he doesn't get along with Jiang Qu, and he hasn't been against Jiang Qu since junior high school.

From his point of view, Jiang Qu robs him of the court and robs him of the ball, and all the girls he likes also like Jiang Qu...

In short, the enemy of life.

Jiang Qu looked down at his school uniform and frowned, "It's so ugly."

The phone on the table vibrated, and Wu Xun's message: [Damn it, Ah Lv really occupied the space for us, but Han Yu and his class finished early, and shit luck also picked up a box, opposite us]

They called Sheng Changqing "A Lu" in private. There was no reason, but the head teacher was too perfect, and they couldn't help but want to blackmail him.

As for the reason why Han Yu was able to be with them in the same court, the school court is limited, and usually one court is divided into two, and each group can occupy a frame, and Han Yu happened to hit it.

A game that cannot be avoided at the beginning of each semester, it will start without accident, Jiang Qu grabbed his school uniform and walked outside, when he reached the door, he remembered his mission and looked back at Lu Huai: "I'm going to watch the game, you... ...Go back by yourself?"

A simple nod was his answer.

But Lu Huai closed the book at the same time, got up empty-handed, walked up to Jiang Qu, and asked, "Why did someone block you in the alley yesterday?"

The phone in Jiang Qu's pocket vibrated again, and Wu Xun came to remind him. As he walked out, his heart was buzzing, "Oh, Lu Huai will start to take the initiative to care about people."

He thought for a while before answering Lu Huai: "They probably want to find some excitement in life."

The wind in the corridor was blowing gently. A piece of Jiang Qu's T-shirt was squeezed at the edge of his trousers. It was indented and buttoned at the waistline. The length of the entire leg was shown. Lu Huai measured it with his eyes and got a feeling in his heart. number.

Although Jiang Qu's ankle hurts, he still tries to save face when he goes down the stairs. He lands on his toes first, and pushes the soles of his feet back.

After finally finishing the first floor, Jiang Qu heard a slight laugh behind him.

"..." He pinched the armrest and turned around, "Did you just laugh at me?"

Lu Huai's expression was quite calm: "Maybe he laughed."

"What do you mean you may have laughed?" Jiang Qu went down the stairs again, but his eyes were still on Lu Huai's face, "Do you know that what you say is annoying."

He muttered again: "It's the same any time."

Lu Huai stopped on the steps two steps higher, looked at Jiang Qu for three seconds, then suddenly reached out and gently tore off the T-shirt beside him, and the part caught in the hem of his trousers followed. up.

Jiang Qu grabbed the handrail in fright: "What are you doing!"

When the hem of the clothes was loosened, only a faint trace remained of the wrinkled line, and no one could see the side line.

"Look at the road." Lu Huai said.

Jiang Qu pulled off his T-shirt, and worriedly pulled the back part to the front for a look. After confirming that there was nothing there, he scolded, "I'm sick."

Lu Huai was noncommittal, and walked down two steps slowly, walking beside him.

Jiang Qu's cell phone rang, and he picked it up: "I'm almost there... Me? If you can't win, I can only play... What do you mean if you take off your pants and give it to you, Kangkang, look at your uncle..."

After saying this, he felt weird, when Jiang Qu tilted his head to look at Lu Huai, he really felt the sarcasm from the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Qu forced himself to walk two steps faster, and staggered his position with Lu Huai, not to be side by side with him.

They walked in tandem, passing through the Confucius Temple built in the junior high school, passing through the canteen surrounded by students, and finally arrived at the basketball court.

Since it's here.

"Want to watch the game?" Jiang Qu habitually rolled up his sleeves to his shoulders and asked him.

Lu Huai did not approach the stadium, but stood far away on a platform: "Just take a look."

Jiang Qu didn't like to meddle in other people's business, and felt that others, like him, didn't like being meddled, but he didn't know why he wanted to meddle in Lu Huai.

It may be that Lu Huai, as a transfer student, was assigned to him by Sheng Changqing, so he has a sense of responsibility, or he must compete with Lu Huai in his heart, and he can tell Lu Huai a few words, in a sense It can also be regarded as a victory for a native of No. [-] Middle School.

"Don't take that alley on the way back," he said.

"Yes." Lu Huai replied.

Jiang Qu nodded casually, threw the school uniform he was holding in his hand vigorously, hung it on the ball rack, and plunged into the crowd with his toes on the ground and the other flying with his other foot.

Lu Huai was taller than most of the students, had good eyesight, and stood on a first-level platform. It was easy to watch the game, but the two sides seemed to have no intention of starting a match.

Three or two people, wearing blue and yellow jerseys, jumped up randomly under the ball frame.

The boy in the white T-shirt quickly embraced his partner's shoulders after entering. Under the rolled-up half sleeves, there were muscle lines formed by playing basketball for a long time. He was lined with cold white skin, and his breasts were fierce.

Lu Huai saw him talking to someone.

The two are about the same height, but their expressions are not very friendly when they speak. They can feel the tense atmosphere from a long distance away, and they make a cold snort before they can say a few words.

Not surprisingly, the opposite was Han Yu.

Jiang Qu and Han Yu returned to Class One after "discussing" and rolled up their sleeves when they sat down. Lu Huai squinted his eyes, reached for the mask in his pocket, got off the platform, turned and left .

side of the field.

"I think you were provoked by him, and your feet will not be perfect in a month." Wu Xun sat beside him.

Jiang Qu stood upright, and if he didn't look carefully at his ankle, he wouldn't notice the exposed white brace at all.

"Isn't it perfect? ​​It's enough to beat them." Jiang Qu looked at the court and yawned, "My grandma and her sisters went out for a hike, and they probably won't be back until the day after tomorrow. For Zhang Hong's business, let's do it tomorrow. There is a Shandong miscellaneous grain pancake over there, I haven't thought about it for a long time..."

As he talked, his eyes unconsciously glanced back, and the scope of his peripheral vision gradually expanded, from the crowd of onlookers, to the century-old tree, and then the platform of Luhuai Station.

The position changed to a girl in a school uniform.

He has a little loss, but a small one.

"Hey," Wu Xun turned his elbow, "Did you hear what I said?"

Jiang Qu withdrew his gaze, grabbed the edge of the T-shirt with his hands, and stood with his legs spread apart. Without concentrating, he replied perfunctorily: "Yes, you said that you will go online after eating tomorrow night..."

It seems that he hasn't sent Lu Huai home once, nor has he gone to school with him once.

The person left, and he had no contact information, thinking that it would be too late to get together tomorrow morning.

After two seconds, he felt that Lu Huai's wolf-skinned academic bully didn't need him to send him to and from school at all.

One week after school started, the notice for evening self-study came down. Friday was the last day without evening self-study, and it happened that Jiang Qu and Wu Xun's plans were not disturbed.

The bell in the old-fashioned teaching building rang four or five classrooms. Accompanied by the piercing sound of electric current, it reminded the arrival of the weekend. The school uniform was rolled up and thrown on the boys' seats: "School is over!"

"It's the weekend!" A group of students who were used to this kind of ceremony responded intermittently, and started to collect things with a smile.

Jiang Qu squeezed through the corridor and put away his clothes on the way. When he got to Lu Huai's seat, he found that he was doing a math paper with his head down, completely undisturbed by the noise around him.

When a learning god is studying seriously, it is difficult for idlers to do any activities that disturb him, and those who go too far will feel that being a scumbag at this time is insulting to the gods.

But Jiang Qu is no idler.

He bent his index finger, the texture of the thick A4 paper made the sound of knuckles buckle dull.

"I have something to do after school, so I won't go back with you."

Lu Huai stopped writing, and Jiang Qu clearly saw a broken f(x.

He thought Lu Huai would nod his head, but this time, the person who was used to being quiet raised his head: "Your home address."

In fact, if Lu Huai hadn't come to the No. [-] Middle School, Jiang Qu's understanding of Lu Huai would still be based on the image he put together from a few labels, such as "No. Hate"……

And in the corridor where the crowd dispersed, the thin setting sun hit his side face and protruding Adam's apple, leaving a faint glimmer of light.

That was the first time we met.

Lu Huai's undisguised pride and talent will make people subconsciously feel awe, as if it's okay for him to have a bad temper.

People don't often say that a genius and a madman are in a single thought.

Therefore, all the weirdness and strangeness in Lu Huai can exist and can be forgiven.

But Jiang Qu has always felt that this person has a trash character.

But this man seemed, something was different.

After really touching and getting along, those labels in my heart were torn off lightly, without stickiness, leaving a pure white wall.

Jiang Qu took the pen from his hand, and when he bent down, he saw that the knuckles of his five fingers were all pink, and the tip of the pen paused against the paper.

"What did you hit with your fist?"

Lu Huai raised his hand, slightly bent his slender middle finger, and pulled out a tight straight line in the middle of the back of his hand. He said, "I smashed a sandbag."

"Do you practice boxing?" Jiang Qu was a little interested.

Lu Huai turned over his hand, tapped the paper, motioned for Jiang Qu to write, and said by the way: "Occasionally, twice a year."

Jiang Qu recalled what Wu Xun said about Lu Huai's reason for transferring to another school. He practiced twice a year, and once he made a move, he was able to go to the hospital.

Sure enough, he is a god of learning.

He wrote the address frantically on the paper: "Your home has a yard, right? I remember that area is full of small houses with yards, then turn right and there is a small vegetable market, then cross the road and walk in. My home is in Can In the first alley I saw, there was an idiot on the second floor hanging sockets down to charge electric cars."

Lu Huai's smile and voice were shallow: "You didn't stop him?"

Jiang Qu circled the address on the paper, put down his pen and stood up: "Don't pick up the grounded wires, it's safe to be three meters away."

The people sitting were silent for two seconds, Jiang Qu took two steps back, and swished out the back door of the classroom with a roar of joy.

It's really exciting to run after you're done.

And he finally stunned Lu Huai once, such a substantive victory.

Jiang Qu couldn't help but whistle to Wu Xun when he left the school gate.

"Why are you still blowing it up on me?" Wu Xun patted the back seat of his little eDonkey, "Hurry up, don't let Zhang Hong slip away."

After the little eDonkey ran for a while, Wu Xun noticed that Jiang Qu was still humming from time to time, and couldn't help but said, "Han Yu's leg was broken too?"

"Broken?" Jiang Qu asked back.

"He didn't break his leg, why are you so happy?" Wu asked.

Jiang Qu leaned back and thought for a while: "Ming people don't say dark words, I'm going to avenge my tablemate, I feel a little better."

The author has something to say: Jiang Jiang: Gan, I’m so angry with Lu Huai today, eat two more bags of pancakes.