The quilt blocked most of Chi Wang's face, making the emotions in those eyes even more unpredictable.

The two drew very close, and their deep and shallow breaths intertwined.

The room was silently silent, and every second that eerie aura increased by one point.

In Su Lian's heart, the "Symphony of Destiny" has been played several times at the beginning, each time more and more pathetic.

He felt guilty, and the wicked complained first: "Fuck, what are you doing with your eyes open all of a sudden, you startled me."

Chi Wang's voice was still a little tired, and he said slowly, "You woke up when you touched my chest. You thought it was my dog."

No wonder you can get caught no matter how you go backwards. If you say it earlier, you won't be fooling around.

Su Lian reacted with hindsight: "Who the hell are you calling a dog?"

Chi Wang wiped his face, and said with joy, "No, don't take the right seat."

Su Lian faced the man's inquiring gaze, pretending to be calm and looking away.

He regained his strength, propped himself up on the bed, turned over in some embarrassment, and stepped on the ground with bare feet.

First climbed the bed in the middle of the night, stretched out his hand to hit his chest, and then threw himself into his arms. He refused to admit it, what would Chi Xuan think?

If it can't be saved, let's live on another planet and say goodbye.

Seeing through his embarrassment, Chi Lang didn't intend to embarrass others, and jokingly went over: "Are you performing acrobatics? It's quite neat."

"..."

Forced to face the embarrassment, Su Lian lowered his eyes and tugged at his wrinkled sweater, angrily replied, "Can't I get out of bed in a hurry?"

Chi Wang seemed to be very patient: "Okay, turn left from the toilet. Do you need me to lead the way?"

"No need. Thank you for staying here, I'm leaving." Su Lian picked up the schoolbag on the sofa and hurriedly withdrew.

Chi Huang didn't leave him, he rolled over while wrapped in a quilt, and fell asleep again.

Staying up late to pick up customers is still too tiring.

In particular, this guest is also a bed restless host.

Su Lian walked to the door lightly, and glanced at the cigarette case that fell to the ground.

He pretended to kick inadvertently and kicked the box to the bottom of the bed.

After leaving the Internet cafe, he circled back to No. 8 Middle School and stepped into the classroom.

Forced to return to campus life, the math teacher was stimulated by Su Lian's bizarre performance yesterday, as if he didn't believe in evil, and drew people up again.

This time, it was a bit embarrassing, and chose the last big question in the college entrance examination in previous years.

When he was in the middle of the second year of high school in his last life, the bad student Su Lian suddenly woke up and changed his mind. At that time, he used the most stupid way to improve his grades - madly brushing questions.

He has a good memory, and the questions he has done are almost unforgettable. When he sees the questions, he subconsciously writes down the steps and answers.

The teacher was still in shock, Su Lian had already hidden his merits and fame, and returned to his seat amid the crowd's discussion.

He was really absent-minded.

Thinking back over the past ten or so hours, probably really couldn't deal with Chi Wang in this life. As soon as they meet, they die repeatedly, a large-scale embarrassing scene.

The details, just don't want to face it.

Su Lian squeezed between his eyebrows with his left hand, and touched a hard lighter with his other hand in his pocket. He lowered his eyes and found out that it was the one that Chi Li had set on fire last night, and he didn't know when it fell into his pocket.

The flashing fire lingered in front of his eyes, and his subconscious wish made his heart a little shaken.

Just let Chi Li go on like this, and the ending is probably the same as the last time.

Although that person is a bit stupid now, his nature is not bad. In terms of beautification, he is kind and sincere.

According to the experience of the previous life, they were distant parallel parallel lines before the age of twenty, with no intersection.

Maybe a little closer is needed to correct those messy bad habits.

For example, transfer.

After having not experienced campus life for a long time, after the last class, Su Lian was physically and mentally exhausted, feeling more tired than having performed two surgeries in a row.

He followed the crowd out of No. 8 Middle School, just in time for 807 to arrive at the stop, and habitually jumped on the bus. As soon as the door closed, realized it was the way home.

"Drip - bus card"

The balance displayed on the screen: 1.32 yuan, which is very shabby.

Su Lian pursed his lips, threw the bus card into his schoolbag, and found a seat by the window to sit down.

Since he went to the imperial capital to study, he has never returned to the old town of Wucheng.

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The scenery passed by the car window, stopped and went, and an hour later, it stopped on the edge of a dilapidated street.

807 stopped with a crunch, and a group of people got off the bus noisily.

Su Lian hooked his schoolbag on his back, jumped off the bus, and walked up the winding stairs.

Several tables and chairs were put together in the yard next to them, and several uncles were sitting around playing chess, arguing for the outcome. A bunch of children were running around like crazy, a braid with horns slipped on the moss, and cried.

Noisy, but full of life.

Su Lian expressionlessly lifted the horn braid from the ground and patted his head twice to comfort him. Turn around and turn into the side alley, and go straight to the innermost room.

The walls were mottled and covered with colorful flyers. He raised his hand and tore down the small advertisements printed on women scratching their heads and posing, and crumpled them into a ball, and pushed the door in.

"You son of a bitch, you're back." The voice came from the back room, mixed with an uncontrollable cough.

Su Lian rolled his throat, his eyes were dry: "Dad, long time no see."

The name was hard to squeeze out of his throat, only to find that it was very unfamiliar.

He stood under the cracked door, and his 1.83-meter figure made this small place even narrower.

His eyes swept to Su Huasheng, who was wearing a tattered vest. He hadn't seen him for a few years, and he couldn't control his emotions for a while.

Su Huasheng glanced at him inexplicably, "Just a week, how long?"

"...Didn't go out today?" Su Lian sighed and changed the subject.

"Yesterday I ran orders until three in the morning, just got up."

Su Huasheng got up, took out a small cake from the refrigerator next to it and put it on the coffee table: "Besides, isn't today your birthday? I thought you came back in the middle of the night and didn't cook."

Su Lian made a dry "oh" sound, and his fingers turned white.

The cheap packaging bag on the cake was taken apart, Su Huasheng put in a candle, and swept over from the corner of his eye: "What are you doing standing stupidly?"

"You take a break, I'll cook." Su Lian threw his schoolbag on the low cabinet, rolled up the sleeves of his school uniform, and bent over into the kitchen.

Su Huasheng glanced at him suspiciously, thinking that he might not have hit the evil one today.

I always feel that this son is not the same as usual, but what has changed, can't tell.

Half an hour later, two dishes and one soup were quite decent.

Su Huasheng stared at the table and fell into deep thought again. His son was knocked out of his head when he went out. Has he enlightened?

He plucked up the courage to put a chopstick in his mouth, and said vaguely, "Is there any birthday gift you want? Let me state first, expensive ones can't be bought."

Su Lian paused for a few seconds and said slowly, "I want to transfer to class 6 of the third middle school."

He had heard from Chi Li's brothers before that they were the Three Musketeers of the Sixth Class. Their names were stupid, but they were impressive.

"You..." Su Huasheng frowned, because he was running around all year round, and there were several deep wrinkles in the middle of his forehead.

"It took a lot of effort to get you into No. 8 Middle School, and now what do you want to do?"

Su Lian silently scolded the bad things in the past, and felt a little guilty: "Just treat it as a birthday present."

Su Huasheng sneered: "You can get up with your broken grades when you transfer to the third middle school?"

"You believe me one last time...this time really is the last time."

Su Lian hasn't been a bad student for a long time, and his business is unfamiliar. The "last" three consecutive statements almost got stuck: "I will study hard this time."

Su Huasheng gave him a deep look, lit a candle with a lighter, and said nothing.

The next two days were weekends. Su Huasheng went out early and returned late again, but the topic of transfer was never brought up again.

Su Lian knew that this requirement was indeed a bit embarrassing.

After lunch on Sunday, Su Huasheng picked him up from the sofa: "Let's go, I'll take you to school."

"No, it's still early, I can go by myself." Su Lian picked up the school uniform on the sofa and lowered his head to put it on.

"Don't wear it, let's go." Su Huasheng pushed people out impatiently, too lazy to explain too much.

The old motorcycle at the door was peeling off the paint, and Su Lian helped push it to the side path: "I really don't need to send it, I won't skip class in the future."

Su Huasheng snorted softly, threw the helmet to him, turned over and got on the motorcycle: "Don't talk nonsense."

Su Lian was in the same line as him with the coolness of this concise and concise statement.

The motorcycle galloped in the wind, and a huge wind whistled past. Crossing the streets, driving onto the bridge, and shrinking into a speeding afterimage in the noise of the foggy city.

Su Lian sat in the back seat, feeling the pain in his knuckles, but he felt the warmth coming from Su Huasheng's back.

He sniffed, and moved forward an inch stiffly and awkwardly.

When the face was blown stiff, the motorcycle stopped at the gate of Eight Middle School and squeaked the brakes.

Su Huasheng lifted his legs down and clicked his tongue: "What are you doing, pack your bags and go to No. 3 Middle School."

"Turn?" Su Lian came back to his senses, buckled his helmet and put it on the back seat.

"Well, this is the last time I really believe you. If you don't study hard, I won't beat you up. By the way, I will go to Class 6 to report on the evening self-study."

Su Huasheng pushed him on the shoulder, and then transferred 500 yuan to his WeChat: "There's not much more, save a little bit. The accommodation fee will be paid to you for one semester. Run out."

Su Lian licked his lower lip and nodded coolly, "I know."

"Go, son of a bitch." Su Huasheng scolded with a laugh, and added, "The meal is well-done, and I'll give it to you next weekend."

Su Lian didn't hold back, and responded with a smile.

He walked into the dormitory of No. 8 Middle School with ease, but the roommate hadn't returned, and the room was empty. He slowly packed all his luggage, just a small box.

Maybe he is naturally cold, and his relationship with his roommate is neither salty nor weak, but he nods his acquaintance.

Now that I'm packing my things and leaving, there doesn't seem to be any need to say hello.

Su Lian froze at the door for a few seconds while pinching the suitcase, then left gracefully.

After walking along the road to No. 3 Middle School, stopped by the supermarket to buy some daily necessities and a bunch of health care products.

Angelica, Panax notoginseng, fern root powder... After paying for the messy things, only half of the five hundred yuan is left.

Poverty separates the walls, and Su Lian has not experienced the feeling of being stretched for a long time.

Staring at the numbers at the moment, I feel a pain in my brain, and I can't wait for the remaining two hundred and five in my pocket to be able to mitose.

After going back to No. 3 Middle School, followed the road signs several times, almost lost way, and finally found the boys' dormitory.

The dormitory is an aunt in her fifties, and her mouth is a mixture of dialect and Mandarin: "Wait a minute, which room are you from?"

"I don't know, I just turned around, you can check it for me." Su Lian squeezed the trunk bar and pretended to be well-behaved.

As soon as the handsome guy acted coquettishly, the aunt softened her waist.

The curly-haired aunt smiled instantly: "The new comer, then I know, Su Lian from Class 6 is right, 403."

She slammed open the drawer next to her, reached out and groped for a while, took out a large bundle of keys and turned it over for a long time, and finally picked out one and handed it over.

"Thank you." Su Lian took it and squeezed it in his hand.

Auntie opened the chat box and couldn't help but ramble: "You have two roommates that are very worrying, you don't want to learn from them. Close the door at twelve o'clock in the evening, turn off the lights at half past twelve, and sleep on the street if it is late, even if it is a handsome guy. I don't know how to act like a spoiled child, just so unselfish."

Su Lian: "...Okay."

Turning the keychain with his fingertips, he slowly walked up the stairs to the fourth floor and found 403.

Open the door and enter, the layout of the quadruple room is clear at a glance, with the bed above and the desk below.

The quilts on the two upper bunks on the left were messy, while the one on the right by the door was exceptionally neat. No choice, his bed can only be the one by the window.

After simply cleaning up, checked the time, and immediately went to study at night.

Su Lianmu plugged in the wall-breaking machine he bought with a lot of money, angelica, Panax notoginseng, fern root powder...

I threw a bunch of brain health ingredients into it, and then added water to boil for a while, making it good for dinner.

After eating, made another one and poured it into a thermos.

It wasn't just the straw that broke the camel's back, it was Chili's current habit that would cause problems sooner or later.

The doctor is benevolent, this man has too many problems, he can only start with a healthy diet.

After finishing everything, he went out with his schoolbag. He turned left and right for a long time, and finally found Class 6 classroom.

Standing at the back door, he was hesitating whether to enter or not, when he saw the three brothers sitting in the last two rows and talking nonsense, quite on time.

Gu Anjiu's face was flushed, and he shouted with the first-hand gossip: "I heard that the social brother from No. 8 High School has transferred to another school, and he has become famous, and he beat him to the bottom of his chest. Don't dare to ask too much, and in the end it's over."

"Evil Sect, why did you just transfer to our class?" Lin Yan supported his chin and joined the discussion.

Chi Xuan seemed to have stayed up all night, yawning without raising his eyelids: "It's none of my business."

Su Lian: "..."

How should put it, when first entered junior high school, because it was a single-parent family and was eye-catching, was blocked by a group of gangsters in the toilet at the beginning of school, saying that would teach him a lesson, so that he should not be too ostentatious and restrained.

Su Lian thought it was funny, he didn't do anything, just restrained his ass.

It was the other party who made the first move, and being bullied must have to resist. Su Lian was slammed into the corner, and as soon as his fist came out, he fought back.

The history of 1v5 fame was that time, the effect was outstanding, and no one dared to trouble him since then.

Although his grades were not very good at that time, he was really not a typical social brother, but he had a hard fist and beat people harder.

One pass ten, ten pass a hundred, and the details are exaggerated and described by the middleman, and his glorious image becomes more bizarre.

Gu Anjiu pondered for a while, then boldly speculated: "Master, it has been a few days since school started and suddenly transferred to our class. Is he trying to challenge your status in the world?"

Lin Yan buckled the table, and analyzed rationally: "Maybe I have a grudge against the arrogant master, come and be hard at close range."

Su Lian was speechless again, wondering if all of you were persecuted and delusional.

He just pushed open the back door halfway, when a sudden pat on the shoulder: "What are you looking at?"

Su Lian turned his head and explained to the man who was half bald: "Hello, teacher, I just transferred to class six."

"Oh, I heard." The head teacher Li Guoqing raised his hand and touched a few hairs, his tone was cold, and he was not very happy with the arrival of this rumored social brother.

He pushed open the back door vigorously, and with a bang, many people in the classroom turned their heads.

Li Guoqing circled his eyes, stared at the back two rows and clicked his tongue: "What are you looking at, have you finished the review of the three of you escaping the bed two days ago? Give it to me before the evening self-study."

"Mr. Li, we were wrong." Gu Anjiu sat upright in an instant, with a well-behaved face, "Will five hundred words do?"

Li Guoqing's expression was cold, and his tone was calm: "There is no need to discuss, not a single word can be omitted, and each person who speaks will add 1000. Well, Su Lian, you can find a vacant seat and sit first."

Su Lian nodded, walked in with his schoolbag in front of everyone's eyes, pulled the stool next to Chili, ignored the inquiring eyes, and sat down calmly.

"What to watch, do your questions." Li Guoqing was a little irritable today, blowing his beard and staring at the students watching the excitement.

Everyone withdrew their curious eyes and pretended to be serious.

Li Guoqing walked away with his hands behind his back.

Gu Anjiu didn't react when he heard the name, his back was numb, and he was dumbfounded: "Handsome guy, you are Su, Su, Su..."

"Nine, ninth brother, you, why are you stuttering like me, one," a thin boy next to him spoke with difficulty.

"Little monkey, please don't interrupt." Gu Anjiu blinked and said in shock, "It can't be so coincidental."

"Well, I'm Su Lian."

Gu Anjiu calmed down for a long time: "Fuck, he is the tyrant of the No. 8 High School."

Chi Wang looked sideways at his new tablemate for a few seconds, thinking that it wasn't too surprising that he was biting with his mouth open while sleeping.

Frightened by Su Lian's history of fame, his legs became weak, Gu Anjiu grabbed Lin Yan for comfort: "Brother, what did I do that day, I actually asked a big guy to work as a part-timer, am I going to close the coffin board? Looking at the brothers, can you prepare some paper money for me?"

Lin Yan patted him on the shoulder with empathy: "It's okay, I also have a share. I will also pay him two hundred and fifty an hour. Why don't we choose a feng shui treasure to be buried together?"

Chi Huang couldn't help laughing: "Promise."

"Master, he suddenly appeared in an Internet cafe two days ago, and he chose you as his tablemate again today. He must have a purpose. You are careful to really come to trouble you." Gu Anjiu was very cowardly, and he lowered his voice and bit his ears.

"I'm not deaf, I can hear." Su Lian put the thermos cup on the table and made a clanging sound.

The aura was so strong that the two people in the front row turned their heads in unison, holding the Chinese textbook upside down, in a hurry, pretending to read a book.

Su Lian expressionlessly pushed the thermos cup to the table next to him, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for staying that day. I'll bring you dinner."

"I'm really hungry, kind enough, thank you."

Chi Huang leaned back against the seat in a bit of a daze, thinking to himself, isn't this terrified social bro a very humane person.

He unscrewed the bottle cap with one hand, unguarded, raised his head and took a big mouthful.

The sticky taste rolled down the throat, and a strange taste exploded in the mouth.

Before had time to taste it, the indescribable bitterness immediately shot up to the sky, accompanied by a sour aftertaste like a lingering sound, which lasted for three days.

If Shen Nong drank it, he would have to call him an expert.

Chili almost died on the spot.

"You call this thing dinner?"

He put the thermos cup on the table, and his expression was indescribable: "Kixing, are you poisoning me?"

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