MTL - The Old Enemy is White Moonlight-Chapter 14 I'm jealous again

The surrounding houses were lit up, and the family sat at the dining table in the windows, while the villa was still stuck in darkness, lifeless.

Before Bian Qian reached the door, the phone vibrated in his pocket, and "Xu Sheng" was displayed on the screen.

After pressing the call button, she put the phone to her ear and opened the door with the other hand.

"Don't forget to revise this item of the contract. I will finish the draft soon. Bian Qian? I'm going on a business trip recently, and it will take two or three weeks. Don't be lazy. I heard from your teacher that there is an exam coming soon, you If you dare to step back, wait to be beaten, you hear me?"

The crystal chandelier emits dazzling white light, Bian Qian puts on his slippers, feeling a little out of breath. She walked towards the stairs, and hummed, in exchange for the anger of the person on the phone:

"Did I teach you to talk only to say yes? Get rid of this habit next time. By the way, don't you like drawing in junior high school? The tranquil mother downstairs opened a new art class, which is near your school. I sign up for you..."

Bian Qian was still listening to Xu Sheng's speech, but when she opened the door of her room and saw the messy scene inside the room, she froze in place.

The flat sheet was wrinkled, and the pillow was thrown aside, and the doll that was placed next to the pillow was taken downstairs, she knew this. But why the decorations on the desk were also messed up, the drawers were opened wide, and the scum and oil stains of snacks fell on the digital board.

"Listen to me, Bian Qian, have you forgotten all the manners I taught you?"

The sound of reprimand echoed in the empty room, and the lower drawer of his wardrobe was pulled open. The grand prize trophy that he took out to see a few days ago was shattered into many small pieces of glass, lying quietly at the foot of the cabinet.

Forgot? What did you forget?

It was placed well, but it was in the cabinet, why did it break...

Obviously, I picked it up to read a few days ago.

How did it become like this...

why…

She felt that her arms could not bear the weight of the mobile phone, so she put the mobile phone against her ear with some difficulty, and asked weakly:

"What did you say?"

"I said I signed you up for a painting class, what the **** are you doing!"

"Someone came into my room?"

"Yuyu, the children are bored, so I let them play in your room. You are a sister, don't be so stingy, let the children be a little bit better."

The edge was as shallow as a stick in her throat, and the mist in front of her eyes was about to emerge. She squatted on the ground, looked at the few fragments dimly, and tremblingly squeezed out a word from her mouth:

"mom…"

"Why did you call mom all of a sudden? Someone bullied you at school? If you have anything to tell the teacher in time, I don't have time to take care of your business. Don't forget to go to the painting class. I have something to do, so I hang up."

Tears poured out of the eyes, and hit the cold floor with the sound of "beep, beep...".

She swallowed the painful sobs into her stomach, but her throat and heart hurt too much, like being cut by a sharp blade, the flesh and blood were cut open abruptly, leaving only the mottled bones and mourning.

The shallow chest heaved rapidly, grabbing those fragments aimlessly, his eyes were blurred by tears, and his senses seemed to be closed, until a little scarlet appeared in his vision, and his hands tremblingly retracted.

She leaned tiredly against the edge of the bed, hugged her calves, and buried her head in her knees.

so tired…

"Shi Huaishen is here! My male **** is back!"

"Really, I almost thought he was going to drop out of school, and he hasn't come to school for a long time."

"It's in Lao Xu's office! So handsome! But Ah Shen's temperament is colder than before, and he's even thinner than before, so distressed."

It was about to start work, and there were still one or two people who hadn't arrived, so Bian Qian walked up to the podium and wrote the duty list next to the blackboard.

"Squad leader, did Shi Huaishen go back to school?"

The girls sitting in the front row got together and began to gossip in a low voice. The people who recited the text in the back row heard it, and a boy joked:

"Song Ruolan, can't you walk when you see a handsome guy! You've got all the books upside down!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Song Ruolan hurriedly corrected the English words in her hand, turned around and punched the boy.

Bian Qian put down the chalk and said:

"He's back. He left shortly after the class was assigned. I don't know if there is anyone I know in the class. You can chat with him after class to do questions and exchange feelings. When selecting the class committee, he ran for the sports committee. Recently, there is a basketball Boys can take him to watch the game."

"Good squad leader! Guarantee 360° no dead angle to protect our squad grass A Shen!"

"Yesterday, our school's sophomore team was so handsome! Oh my god, that three-pointer on No. 7 almost made my throat break!"

Bian Qian smiled slightly, the first class was mathematics, the teacher wanted to use multimedia, she turned on the computer, tidied up the podium, and returned to her seat.

The exercise book issued by the school was almost finished, Bian Qian took out a set of test papers that he bought from the bookcase, and was just about to write, when he saw a person coming in from the back door out of the corner of his eye.

"Squad leader! Mom, help me, luckily I'm not late."

Su Yitong panted while holding the bun:

"I ran into Lao Xu when I went upstairs just now. He asked you to go to the office. Shi Huaishen seems to be there too."

"Okay, the milk on your face hasn't been wiped off."

"Fuck!"

Su Yitong quickly put down her schoolbag, and while touching her face, she went to find a small mirror in the drawer.

office.

"Bian Qian! Come, come, come."

Standing by Lao Xu's desk was a boy with a thin profile and almost transparent white skin.

"Huaishen, she is the monitor of our class. She is usually in the class. You can ask her any questions." Old Xu looked at Bian Qian, "I remember that his seat is right in front of you, right?"

"um, yes."

"Okay, the exam is going to happen next week, Huai Shen, if you feel that you can't keep up with the course, you can skip this monthly exam, and there will be a provincial joint exam in two weeks. But you don't have to worry too much, take it easy Take it easy, the second year of high school is a little tight, now it’s just a start, and it’s not too late. If there is something that doesn’t suit you, tell the teacher in time, okay?”

The size of the school uniform is generally large, but Shi Huaishen looks much bigger than the other students when he wears it. He is also quite tall, but it gives people the feeling that before they get close, they will be rejected by the alienated breath. outside the gate. Like a bamboo in the cold snow, it stands proudly, but it seems to be about to fall apart.

Shi Huaishen didn't seem to like talking very much, and it took a long time before he uttered four words:

"You can participate."

His tone was colder than that of a human being.

Old Xu smiled and patted his shoulder:

"Okay, the test papers and materials that were handed out recently are all here, and the notes that the teacher asked you to take in class, you can borrow the deskmate to have a look, and ask the teacher if you don't know anything."

Xu Qiushan took out two more rolls of paper and said to Bian:

"Bian Qian, help me go downstairs to the copy room and print two sets of test papers. I'm going to have a meeting soon, and I'll send them out after printing. You don't need to write an essay. I'll tell everyone that I will be speaking this afternoon."

Bian Qian took the test paper with his left hand:

"Okay, goodbye, teacher."

After closing the office door, his cheeks were suddenly covered with warmth, and Bian Qian looked to the right.

There is a small window on the wall, because it is on the sixth floor, there is no security net, a large amount of sunlight pours from the sky outside the building, and falls on the ground, with golden traces, even the dust floating in the air is illuminated.

Bian Qian spread out his palms, trying to catch a ray of light, the moment he stretched out his hands, the cut muscles hurt the nerves, and the dark red scars were exposed to the sun.

She lowered her arms and thought:

Today should be a fine day.

Not long after Bian Qian left, Xu Qiushan took Shi Huaishen to the class. He had just stood on the podium when he suddenly remembered that the key hadn't been given to Bian Qian, so he glanced down the podium. He remembered that Wen Qi was like this The chairman of the first student union probably knew the place, so he asked:

"Wen Qi, do you know where the copy room is?"

"Know."

"You give this key to Bian Qian, she's going to print the paper."

"it is good."

The copy room is at the innermost right corner on the first floor. There are more than 30 classes for senior and sophomores in No. 1 Middle School. The first and second floors are for liberal arts students, and the rest are all for science.

Bian Qian walked to the copy room, only to find that the door hadn't been opened yet.

In the past, when Xu Qiushan asked her to help copy the test papers, it was almost always in the afternoon. At that time, the room was lively, with many teachers and students. The printer made regular sounds, and the white papers lay on the table with residual warmth in them, and then they were distributed to different floors, different classes, and fell into the hands of different students, but the nibs of the pens turned into the carrier of their dreams, leaving a mark on the paper. The traces of the next years.

Bian Qian glanced at her watch. It was ten past six, and the other classes were still reading early. She wanted to ask a teacher to see if she could borrow the key.

"Sister!"

There was a shout from outside the corridor, and Bian Qian subconsciously turned around to look, a girl ran up to her bouncingly:

"Senior Bian Qian!"

She didn't know the students in the first year of high school very well, but she remembered someone calling her senior sister, so Bian Qian said uncertainly:

"You are Mu..."

"Mu Jiu! I haven't seen you since the last competition! Laying down in class every day doing homework is getting moldy."

Mu Jiu's personality is hard to dislike, and the corners of her shallow lips curled up slightly, and she asked:

"Why are you here in the second year of high school?"

Mu Jiu showed her the information in her hand, as well as a bunch of keys:

"The teacher asked me to print the materials for him, but the machine in the first year of senior high school broke down, so the teacher gave me the key. He said that you can't disturb the seniors and sisters in the third year of high school, so I'm here!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu Jiu took her by the arm and walked towards the copy room:

"Is the door open yet? Is the senior sister also printing papers?"

While watching her flexibly unlock the door with her fingers, Mu Jiu suddenly approached her and sniffed at her collar before answering:

"Sister, what kind of laundry detergent do you use? It smells so good!"

Bian Qian didn't pay much attention to the soft footsteps coming from the corridor.

The person next to her neck didn't push it away, and it didn't matter if she didn't push it away. The other party's curly hair was fluffy and a little frizzy, and some strands of hair were tied to her face. She blinked slightly, and had to put her wrist on Mu Jiu's shoulder, thinking Open the distance between the two.

"Senior sister, you are really fragrant, sweet but very fresh."

There was a rush of footsteps at the entrance of the corridor, and in a blink of an eye a boy carrying a schoolbag passed in front of them. He must be late.

"Happy President!"

"Um."

Mu Jiu finally raised her head, and Bian Qian also looked in the direction of the voice in surprise. The boys rushing into the class had already run away, only Wen Qi was left standing on the stairs, holding a bunch of keys in his hand, looking at this side coldly.

Bian Qian hurriedly stood up straight, only to see Wen Qi pacing up the stairs, the crisp sound of keys colliding echoed in the aisle:

"Ding."

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