I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

Chapter 8

"It's really hard to serve."

Chu Tingdong took an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and turned his head to look at Zhong Xun. His outline from the brow bone to the tip of the nose was very deep, and he was handsome at a glance, but cold and introverted.

"I still have something to do, so I won't play for now."

Chu Tingdong withdrew from the team, went offline, and opened the file again. It seems that he can't do it tomorrow.

But Zhong Xun's hormone level hadn't dropped yet, so he didn't feel lost. His face was still red, and he stared at the fireworks falling on the screen that were about to burn out. He rode on Chu Tingdong's motorcycle and went to the bridge to collect Let go.

He was led by Chu Tingdong all the way just now, and now he can ride, taking advantage of the cooling time after the map ends, he even went for a ride.

Song Yijin went out to buy supper, Wang Pang sat up and stretched, "I have to go back to the dormitory too, my head hurts from sleepiness, buddy, do you live on campus too? Let's go together?"

Boys seem to be familiar with each other after playing a game.

When Chu Tingdong just transferred to another school before, I don't know who started to spread the news, saying that Lao Xu got a top student in the first class, and many people saw the luxurious Bentley that came to send Chu Tingdong off on the day of the transfer.

I only transferred to another school in the third year of high school, and everyone in the class is already familiar with each other, so it is easy to feel xenophobic when meeting new people.

Chu Tingdong never took the initiative to talk to anyone, he was out of tune with No. [-] Middle School, compared with Zhong Xun and the others, Wang Pang was a good-tempered and honest person, and everyone felt that he could really put on a show.

But now, a top student who played games with them in an Internet cafe late at night seemed not so difficult to accept.

"En." Chu Tingdong said with a cigarette in his mouth.

He originally wanted to stay in the Internet cafe for one night, but the environment here is really bad, so he might as well go back to the dormitory.

When Zhong Xun heard that he was going to leave, he propped his chin and turned his head. Chu Tingdong picked up his school uniform with his eyes downcast, his wrist knuckles were sharp.

What, he didn't see clearly, but the inside of Chu Tingdong's wrist looked like a tattoo.

No wonder he wears a wristwatch all the time.

Zhong Xun felt that this person was very unreal, the champion of the Figure Skating World Youth Championship, he remembered that he saw a gold medal in the number competition in Chu Tingdong's circle of friends, and now he did not return home at night, sitting here in the smoke and mist with They play video games, they play hard, they smoke, they get tattoos.

When Chu Tingdong and Wang Pang were about to leave, Song Yijin carried some oden and rushed in like being chased by a ghost.

"Damn it, here comes the black scar." Song Yijin's expression turned ugly.

As soon as his words fell, Wang Pang trembled in fright, "Fuck, how do you get out? Why is he here?"

But if you don't go out, it's more troublesome to be stuck in the Internet cafe, not to mention that Chu Tingdong is about to walk to the entrance of the Internet cafe, Wang Pang's heart swells, and he follows.

Chu Tingdong walked outside the Internet cafe, only to remember who the black scar they were talking about was. There were a few boys behind him, blocking the way calmly, including the one who was smashed by Zhong Xun with a ball of paper during the day .

Hei Scar narrowed his eyes and looked at Chu Tingdong, the scar on his face from forehead to earlobe was raised and agitated with his movements.

Chu Tingdong's school uniform was neat and clean, not even a single scratch on his sneakers, his finger bones were slender and cold, and the blood vessels under his skin were light blue, like a frail and noble young master.

"I don't seem to have seen you before, I wanted to ask during the day," Hei Scar pulled the corner of his mouth, "New here?"

Chu Tingdong's face was as cold as ever, and when those dark and narrow red phoenix eyes stared at people, there was a sense of oppression for no reason.

He bypassed the group of people and walked out. Hei Scar raised his foot and wanted to block him, but before he could move, a thin white hand pressed his shoulder, and he was killed without much force. nailed in place.

"Brother Xun, what do you mean?" Hei Scar stared at Zhong Xun with a smile on his face, "I'll just chat with him casually."

Zhong Xun didn't know when he followed, and stood behind Chu Tingdong.

He relaxed his hand a little, patted Hei Scar's shoulder slowly, and looked at him, "Zhu Qin, don't get sick at my place if you are sick, I never told you not to touch anyone in the class."

Zhong Xun has no idea of ​​enclosing territory, but Hei Scar has always been a mixed bag in the school society, and he cares about this face very much.

Thinking about it, I knew that Chu Tingdong would not be able to talk to him at school, and Hei Scar would have to come over sooner or later to give him a bad impression.

His face was cold, and his tone was even colder. Hei Scar couldn't remember how long it had been since he was called by that name. He tensed his masseter muscles, raised his hand slightly, and signaled to let them go.

"Shall I see you off?" Zhong Xun was still worried, he grabbed Chu Tingdong's wrist and asked him in a low voice.

"It's okay," Chu Tingdong glanced at him and said, "Thank you."

When he got to Xiujing Street, where No. [-] Middle School was located, Wang Pang was still sweating and regretted, and said, "Xueba, let Brother Xun send us off. The scar on Hei Scar's face was caused by Brother Xun. He is only afraid that brother Xun, if we are stopped on the way, I dare not fight with Heiba."

When he mentioned this, he went on and on, "You don't know that brother Xun was so ruthless back then that he almost killed someone, and Hei Scar's head was full of blood, and he trembled when he saw him..."

Chu Tingdong turned his head and lit the cigarette he had been holding, but did not speak.

"It's not good if someone covers you," Wang Pang persuaded him again, thinking about the friendship of playing games in the Internet cafe at night, thinking that he really didn't understand, "You will understand when you suffer a loss."

He dared to play with Zhong Xun and the others. After all, Zhong Xun was still a student in No. [-] Middle School, but Hei Scar's group of people were almost like dropouts. They were all social youths, and they would definitely fight for real.

The old town is dilapidated during the day, but lively at night, and there are more and more people at the barbecue stalls in the early morning.

It was only 10 minutes away from the school, and I had already encountered two groups of pushing and shoving, and my blood was getting hot.

"Did you watch him do it with your own eyes?" Chu Tingdong lowered his eyes halfway, the smoke was about to burn out, he spoke suddenly, Wang Pang was blowing the bell to find his record, suddenly he was interrupted, and he shrank his neck.

"Ah?" Wang Pang was embarrassed by the question, but he spoke decisively, "Everyone says that, you are the only one in No. [-] Middle School who doesn't know about it."

He wanted to see it, it was several years ago.

The atmosphere suddenly became embarrassing, Wang Pang didn't continue to brag, and after climbing over the wall with Chu Tingdong and returning to the dormitory, he scratched his head and said, "You are the same as Brother Xun and the others, you can call me Fatty or Fatty. See you tomorrow."

"Yeah." Chu Tingdong lowered his eyes, and the phone screen lit up.

[Reported lost: Did you go back. 】

Maybe after posting, I realized that it was too cold, and it didn't look like I could be liked tomorrow, so I hurriedly threw an emoji over in the next second.

[Reported lost: Sticker.jpg]

It was two curly-haired little white dogs with their heads next to each other.

Chu Tingdong pinches off the cigarette, twitches the corners of his mouth not too clearly, and suppresses it restrainedly. It's not that he has extra thoughts about Zhong Xun, Zhong Xun is indeed not his favorite type.

He is more inclined to the kind of boy who has a gentler personality and looks, quiet and restrained.

And Zhong Xun is so beautiful that he is aggressive and noisy.

It's just...he looked down at the message from Zhong Xun again, it was really hard not to laugh.

【: I'm in the dormitory, thank you. 】

[Reported lost: Oh. 】

[Reported lost: See you tomorrow, at the same table. 】

Chu Tingdong paused and replied.

【:See you tomorrow. 】

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Zhong Xun wrapped his arms around Hei Scar's neck, looking very affectionate, but his peach eyes were cold. With the other hand, he sent a message to Chu Tingdong, and he finally let go when Chu Tingdong said they had arrived at school.

Hei Scar's face was extremely ugly, he moved a distance away, nodded with his finger, and turned around to leave with the people.

Zhong Xun and Song Yijin went back to the internet cafe and finished eating oden. It might be the first time someone took him to play a game. He was so excited that he was almost late the next day and ran up the stairs.

"Zhong Xun!" Xu Chunhong yelled loudly right behind him, and Zhong Xun had no choice but to stop with a bag of soybean milk in his mouth.

"I'm going to be late soon." Zhong Xun said sincerely, "If there's anything I need, I'll go to the office to find you later."

"You came so late when you knew you were going to be late? Still haggling with the teacher?" Xu Chunhong glared at him. He happened to have something to ask Zhong Xun, but unexpectedly bumped into him. "How do you get along with your tablemate?"

Zhong Xun thought that there might be a fight someday.

But he still wanted to chase after Chu Tingdong, so he said, "It's okay."

"That's good," Xu Chunhong was a little surprised. In fact, Zhong Xun could not come to ask him to change seats for a week. He was already very surprised. He nodded, "Follow me and study hard."

What does Zhong Xunxin want to learn? I want to imitate him and play games at night. I still want to get a flower tattoo on my arm.

He has decided that Chu Tingdong is not a serious and good student.

"Don't force it." Seeing his reaction, Xu Chunhong deliberately teased him, "If you don't like it, I will change your tablemate."

How can this work? Zhong Xun paused for a moment, widened his eyes, then drooped his upper eyelids again, moved his eyelashes, and said aggrievedly: "No, my deskmate is very good, and I need such a colleague." table."

Seriously.

Xu Chunhong patted the newly edited textbook in his hand with a straight face, "I'm busy publishing books, who cares about you."

"Oh," Zhong Xun was a little relieved, and took his water glass, "Brother Xu, let me put you in the office, it's so hot."

It's all Chu Tingdong's fault, he has become obsequious.

He followed Xu Chunhong to the office of the third grade group, and met Chu Tingdong and Zhou Heng head-on, and a few students with higher student numbers in the class came out, probably Xu Chunhong called to see the weekly test results.

Xu Chunhong led the worst class in the whole grade, and he didn't seem to be conscious at all. Even Zhong Xun, who was at the bottom of the grade, was often called to do test paper analysis.

Chu Tingdong walked at the back, a few meters away from the people in front.

Zhou Heng and the others whispered excitedly, as if they were answering the question, only Chu Tingdong did not join in, Zhong Xun followed, observing his face blatantly, it was obvious that he was cold.

But he kept a cold face all day long, as if he had no emotions, and Zhong Xun was at a loss.

Is this a failure or what?

He thought for a while, and felt that Chu Tingdong really didn't look like he could pass the exam, so he lightly tugged on his wrist, Chu Tingdong frowned and stopped.

"It's just a weekly exam." Zhong Xun wanted to take care of his self-esteem, and didn't want to be heard by Zhou Heng and the others, so he leaned forward and stuck very close to him, almost talking in Chu Tingdong's ear, breathing Liao came over, and his voice was also very low.

"Old Xu said that the third year of high school will take the exam once a week," Zhong Xun reassured him dryly, "It doesn't matter if you fail the exam, it doesn't mean you haven't learned it."

He held Chu Tingdong's wrist, as if he didn't feel it was enough, he raised his hand to comfort him, wanting to pat Chu Tingdong's shoulder lightly.

But he was not as tall as Chu Tingdong, and he had no experience in comforting others, so he took pictures of his thin waist.

"Uh..." He was so close that Chu Tingdong could only lower his eyes to look at him.

It was the first time Chu Tingdong heard someone tell him that it doesn't matter if he didn't do well in the exam.

He was able to squeeze out such a few words, and he was already scratching his stomach. He pressed his lips together until his mouth turned red, but he didn't expect that Chu Tingdong's eyes were still so cold.

The bell had already rung, and there was no sign of silence in the classroom.

Those who were chatting, those who had breakfast, and those who were still copying their homework all over the floor, Zhou Heng blushed and knocked on the podium with a blackboard eraser, and no one even looked up at him.

Zhong Xun returned to his seat and suddenly felt, could it be that the class was too noisy, which affected Chu Tingdong's study?

The monitor of their class doesn't care about things, Zhou Heng has a gentle and shy personality, and with Zhu Qin and his group around, the whole school is the most chaotic, and has been criticized by the principal for countless times.

Otherwise, it won't affect him by sleeping alone, right?

If there is such a disease that other people can't solve the problem when they sleep, then it needs to be treated well.

The teacher for this class hadn't come yet, and several boys in the back row didn't return to their seats. They gathered together in the corner and let out a lewd laugh from time to time.

"Damn, what are those idiots looking at?" Song Yijin kept turning his head, his neck was almost broken, "Why don't you take me with you?"

Zhong Xun frowned and thought, then suddenly got up and walked over, bent his knuckles and knocked on the boy's desk.

Those few boys were taken aback, "Xun... Brother Xun?"

"What are you looking at?" Zhong Xun said with a cold face, the eyelash shadows outlined on the lower eyelids, the shape is beautiful and compelling, he patted down the stack of books on the table, and said solemnly, "I'm sorry for Mr. Xu's hard work to order. Textbooks? Either shut up and go to class, or get out."

As soon as he finished speaking, not only those boys, but even Zhou Heng who was sweating and trying to maintain discipline were dumbfounded, and stood blankly on the podium.

Class Yi had never been so quiet in his life.

Xu Chunhong hurried over to class after the meeting. When he raised his head, there was only the sound of flipping books. He stepped in with one foot, then backed out, and glanced at the classroom sign full of confusion.

That's right.

He walked up to the podium suspiciously, picked up the report card in his hand, and temporarily forgot about the weirdness, with an unconcealed smile on his face. indivual."

"Zhou Heng is very good, and he is still playing steadily as always. Besides, he is a new transfer student."

"Chu Tingdong, 693 points," Xu Chunhong didn't quite believe it when he said it. He had never seen such a result in No. [-] Middle School. "First in grade, full marks in mathematics and comprehensive science."

Hold.

Zhong Xun froze all over. Before he could turn his head around, the roots of his ears suddenly became scorching hot. The heat continued to burn upwards, and his entire face was burnt too bright red.

There was a brief silence in the classroom, and then there was a commotion in the classroom.

Zhou Heng scored 593 in the exam, and he was the third oldest. Chu Tingdong was a full [-] points higher than him. Maybe they are not familiar with the field of figure skating, but the score is more direct and impactful.

Before coming to the classroom, what Zhou Heng and the others were discussing was Chu Tingdong's thinking on solving the final math problem.

Why the hell!

Zhong Xun felt that he was going to cry with anger, why didn't Chu Tingdong tell him just now, he was like an idiot, clumsily trying to comfort him, and ran to maintain discipline like an idiot.

But thinking about it again, Chu Tingdong didn't seem to tell him that he didn't pass the exam, it was all because of him.

"Uh..." Zhong Xun rubbed his reddened face vigorously, and then even the end of his eyes seemed to turn red, and his curly hair was messy.

He thought he couldn't get angry, he couldn't give up his previous efforts, then bit his lower lip, turned his head and said to Chu Tingdong, "It's amazing, how do you usually learn, how can you do so well in the exam?"

His likes and dislikes are written on his face, and he can't hide it even if he wants to.

Chu Tingdong had only seen his clumsy but earnest comfort less than half an hour ago, and now watching him act, his face was so delicate and innocent, he couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth and gave a low laugh.

If he doesn't smile, Zhong Xun thinks he is sick, but when he smiles, Zhong Xun still thinks he is sick.

Zhong Xun lay down on his arm, held him still, then tilted his head to look at him, and muttered, "What are you laughing at? I've praised you so much, why can't you be nice to me?"

"You ask me to treat you better," Chu Tingdong rarely said such a long word to him, but his tone was still cold, "Is it okay for me to smile at you?"

It's not impossible, but Zhong Xun still feels something is wrong.

"Forget it, or you should stop laughing," Zhong Xun stared at him, his blushing face buried in his school uniform jacket, "I always feel that you are laughing at me."

It's hard to serve.

Chu Tingdong's Adam's apple rolled down, he stopped smiling and ignored him, he pinched Zhong Xun's face and chin and pushed him away, using only two fingers, in a gesture that he didn't want to touch but had to touch .

After class was over, Zhong Xun still hadn't recovered from it. It was too embarrassing. Fortunately, no one dared to ask him why he did that.

But Xu Chunhong added fuel to the fire.

"If you can have this classroom order in every class in the future," Xu Chunhong said comfortingly, full of delusions, "maybe the top five in the next grade will be in our class!"

Zhong Xun covered his head with his arms and pretended to be dead.

Chu Tingdong went to the office again, and Song Yijin turned around, "Fuck, fuck, this is a real fucking bully." Before they called Chu Tingdong a bully, it wasn't malicious, but it was more of a joke.

"It's nearly [-] points." Wang Pang was dumbfounded. It was a score he didn't even dare to think about. He said a little cautiously, "Is this enough to be admitted to Peking University?"

Song Yijin and Wang Pang sighed and held up Chu Tingdong's paper to look up at.

"I didn't say that, Xun'er," Song Yijin couldn't help calling his good brother, "Your tablemate is really awesome and deserves a beating."

For them, scum like everyone who sees them as scumbags waiting to die, just Chu Tingdong's handwriting with iron and silver hooks is enough for them to find fault, and fight with Chu Tingdong if they don't like it.

Zhong Xun wanted to fight Chu Tingdong very much.

But hearing what Song Yijin said, he didn't know why, and he wasn't happy.

He raised his head from his arms, lifted his thin eyelids, the heat on his face hadn't completely faded, it was really burnt beautifully, but his image was ruined as soon as he opened his mouth, and he said irritably: "Your tablemate deserves a beating! "

Wang Pang's small eyes widened suddenly, and he turned his head pitifully in horror and aggrieved.

Zhong Xun: "..."

The author says:

Double standard clock puppy.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!