The Old Enemy is White Moonlight

The toilet door was opened.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, walking all the way like a reminder, and stopped when they reached the cubicle between the two of them.

Old Xu just said last week that when school just started, the school is very strict about everything. Skipping classes without reason is equivalent to being absent from class, and the whole grade must be criticized and written for self-criticism.

The compartment door was suddenly pulled:

"Is there anyone in there?"

"Is it a student?"

The air is almost still.

Before the teacher finished asking, a call came from the toilet door:

"Ms. Li, don't look for it, just lend me your USB drive!"

The high heels hesitated for a while, and finally left:

"I caught a 100 yuan! Forget it, let you go."

The surroundings returned to quiet.

The hands around her waist were finally released, and Bianqian stepped back to a safe distance with a straight face. She hated people touching her the most. If Wen Qi made any moves, she would definitely throw her fist straight up.

The atmosphere was a bit tense, and the person opposite asked:

"Did you participate in tomorrow night's competition?"

After a long time, she squeezed out a sentence from her throat:

"Um."

"Feel sorry."

Bian Qian raised his eyebrows in an unfriendly manner, and heard the other party say:

"I go first."

What, do you want to say goodbye?

She raised her dark eyes and stared at Wen Qi sleepily, the blue figure didn't seem to care about her indifference, opened the door, and then disappeared around the corner of the wall.

In the last class, 2 minutes before school ended, someone under the podium had already started packing their schoolbags secretly.

"Squad leader, what time are you coming in the afternoon?"

Bian Qian was sorting out his notes, when he heard Su Yitong's question, he replied:

"I won't go back at noon, what's wrong?"

"I didn't understand two questions the math teacher said just now. I'll come early in the afternoon. You can teach me!"

"it is good."

As soon as the bell rang, the students in the classroom were like wild horses about to run wild, and their buttocks couldn't sit on the bench anymore. The math teacher waved his hand:

"I'll talk about the rest of the questions in the next class, let's leave school!"

Bian Qian packed her schoolbag, sat in the class for a while, and walked out of the class with a teacup when the corridor was no longer crowded.

The people on the campus were almost gone, and they rushed home to eat and take a nap.

There is a small parking lot in the school. Behind the teaching building, it was originally used by teachers. Later, the school rebuilt a new one in Ximen, so the old one is used by students, but because the location is relatively remote, it is not on the way. , students don't often stop here either.

Bian Qian came late in the morning, and had no time to rush to Ximen, so she parked her bicycle here.

Originally, the car was leaning against the wall, but now it was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment.

She walked over frowning.

At first glance, there are a lot of bright red post-it notes stuck to the handlebars and seats, with words like "slut" and "trash" written in marker pen

The car was also deformed in some places, as if it had been hit by a stone.

started again?

Bian Qian was stunned for a moment, not because of shock, but because of the familiarity.

She hadn't seen such a scene for a long time.

The last time was in junior high school, a group of desperate things insisted on provoking her, and they were sent to the hospital.

Thinking of those dark past events, Bian Qian felt a nameless anger in her heart. She forced herself to get out of the memories, stuffed the teacup into her schoolbag, bent down to help the car up, and before she could stand still, the tires were on the flat ground. After a few rides, I found out that the tire had leaked.

Bian Qian let go of his hand in disgust, and the car fell to the ground with a "clang" sound.

There was a sound of footsteps coming from outside the wall.

Sure enough, it still wasn't enough.

"Yo, look at who this is, how does the stinky **** look like a dog!"

"Didn't the boss say that she is an unwanted dog?"

"We still have your photo, do you want to reminisce about how you were lingering in the middle school? Hahahaha..."

A group of people came with hippie smiles, most of them were old acquaintances.

The leading girl was wearing a school uniform jacket, with a pink bow on her head, and her eyes looked like a deer in the depths of the forest.

She glared at the people around her and pretended to be angry:

"Oh, don't talk about learning gods like that, people will be sad."

The girl saw Bian Qian staring at her indifferently, so she walked over and stretched out her hand to pat him in the face:

"Bian Qian, you are angry..."

"Snapped."

Before the hand was in front of him, he was beaten down with force.

Time seemed to freeze.

The other girls withdrew their hypocritical smiles and followed slowly.

Bian Qian said with distaste:

"Tan Feng, your hands are as dirty as before."

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere in this space was like a ignited cannonball, and it exploded instantly with a "coax".

Then the fists fell like raindrops, with fierce force, hitting them frantically.

Bian Qian turned around, quickly grabbed a person's arm, pressed the other person's head with the other hand, and fell to the ground violently. Before she could raise her head, a slap flew in front of her face. She tilted her head and punched the man's chin forcefully, then turned sideways and grabbed her ankle and threw it out, bringing several other people to the ground together.

Some tried to get up, and those who were kicked fell down again.

There was still one standing by the wall, and the demonstrators said angrily:

"Bastard, a dog that no one wants! She's coming back soon, how long do you think you'll be better off?"

she?

The dark and terrifying figure in the equipment room appeared before his eyes again.

Another slap was about to be slapped, Bian Qian grasped the outstretched hand and forcibly folded it in the opposite direction, another knee hit his stomach, and the person in front of him immediately fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Bian Qian wiped the blood oozing from her neck with her hands, grabbed Tan Feng's collar and threw him against the wall, and whispered in her ear:

"Easy? I never thought it would be easy."

"You'd better kill me next time we meet, or you won't be able to walk back alive."

There are snack bars on both sides of the front gate of the school, Bian Qian casually found a place to buy a packet of noodles covered with tomatoes and eggs, and went to the milk tea shop to buy a box of wolfberry and chrysanthemum tea bags.

Because the floors are relatively high, the classes on the sixth floor rarely use water dispensers. It is troublesome to move water every day, so almost all of them use electric kettles.

She made a cup of tea, opened the lid, and put it on the window sill to cool.

The aroma of noodles overwhelmed the aroma of tea, Bianqian opened his chopsticks, skillfully put the noodles on the window sill on the left, and began to eat.

The classroom is empty, she closed the door just now, and the class is very quiet now.

Looking downstairs, there are a few students walking towards the school in the alley, and many people are playing basketball on the playground.

He saw Wen Qi at a glance.

In fact, it is not the first time.

Bian Qian’s home is not close, and there is often no one at home, so she usually eats at school at noon, sitting by the window like this, looking at the outside world in a daze, it used to be the third floor, now it is the sixth floor .

When she was freshman in high school, she had noticed that girl who played well. After she was divided into classes, she unexpectedly met her. She also knew that her name was Wen Qi, and she was the captain of the school's women's basketball team.

The opponent's figure was already eye-catching, but now that he has put on a jersey, his skin is very white. Although separated by a long distance, the muscle lines can still be vaguely exposed outside.

Wen Qi grabbed the ball at this moment, dodged a few interceptions, and shot a beautiful three-pointer. With the movement of the arms, the hem of the jersey is raised, and a slender waist is exposed to the sun, full of power and impact.

As the basketball hit the ground, everyone in the arena lazily walked to rest. Wen Qi took out a bottle from a dozen of Nongfu springs beside the rubber track, opened the bottle cap and drank with his head up. A few girls gathered around, their movements twitchy, and one of them gave a shit.

Wen Qi seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly looked up at the class on the sixth floor.

Although he knew that he would not be able to see clearly at such a long distance, Bian Qian still looked away unnaturally. It just so happened that a gust of wind blew by, and the front door of the classroom was slammed against the wall with a "bang". She was startled by the sound, and her elbow just hit the takeaway bowl. Seeing that a bowl of fragrant noodles was about to disappear, Bian Qian immediately Standing up in a hurry, the wound on her body was so painful that cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she almost knelt down beside the bench.

No longer wandering, she quickly finished her meal, finished the practice questions and test papers assigned in the morning, casually cleaned up the papers and books on the table, and lay down on top of it, a lot of messy things flitting around in her mind , but couldn't resist the sleepiness, and slowly fell asleep.

"Squad leader!"

Su Yitong poked her arm with his finger.

"It's 25, the head teacher is coming soon!"

"Um…"

The injury on her body was extremely painful at this time, so Bian Qian quickly woke up from sleepiness, she said in a daze:

"Which question can't you?"

"When I went home to play video at noon, my partner taught me."

"Oh."

The classroom was full of people and noisy.

She slowly sat up straight, dazed for a while, then took a sip of tea from the cup.

It's getting a little cold.

Want to go to the bathroom.

As soon as he walked out the back door, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

Bian Qian stopped in her tracks, and almost pretended to be full of love with the visitor.

The aura of the other party rushed towards her face, she just looked up and met Wen Qi's gaze, the waistline came to mind again, Bian Qian moved her eyes unnaturally, but Wen Qi grabbed the arm of the man who wanted to run away road:

"and many more."

She stretched out her arms, and said under Bian Qian's hesitant gaze:

"The button is open."

Bian Qian just wanted to shake off the hand holding her arm, but suddenly realized that someone had indeed pulled her clothes at noon. She was about to touch the neckline, but the other party had already reached out to touch the loose buttons.

The cloth wraps the protruding collarbone, and the white skin is also hidden.

Bian Qian faintly sensed the irresistible meaning in this series of actions, so he raised his head and took a step back, refusing:

"Thank you, I'll do it myself."

His deep eyes swept over the slightly red neck of the person in front of him, Wen Qi politely withdrew his hand,

Only then did Bian Qian's tense body relax, and there was a trace of guard and impatience in Wen Qi's gaze:

"Excuse me."

She leaned against Wen Qi's shoulder and walked towards the bathroom.

After getting through the shift, some people always feel sleepy in the first two classes in the afternoon. The chemistry teacher turned up the loudspeaker and continued to speak passionately about the papers. The blackboard was filled with equations and problem-solving steps with chalks of different colors.

Bian Qian supported her head with her left hand, followed the teacher's train of thought, taking notes from time to time.

"I said eight hundred times that you can't bring your mobile phone, don't you want to go to school?"

"Isn't it pretty hot just now? Why don't you talk now?"

The quarrel outside was too loud, and the people in the class whispered.

She distractedly glanced at the front door. It was the class teacher next door who was scolding the students, and even waved her hand to the boy's head a few times.

The chemistry teacher also noticed, closed the front door casually, patted the podium with a book and said:

"I feel refreshed now, did you understand all the questions on the blackboard?"

There was an instant silence in the class, because that question was the most difficult one in the whole test paper.

"I'll find a classmate to answer!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood on the podium and began to glance at the people below, and everyone only gave him a head.

"Everyone is cowardly!

After observing for a long time, the chemistry teacher will turn his attention to a few proud students and say proudly:

"Wen Qi, please answer."

As soon as the words fell, Bian Qian raised her head and looked at Wen Qi's position.

The man was still writing with his head down, but he stood up after hearing this and offered a new solution.

It's even simpler than my own.

"That's a good idea, yes." The teacher praised her a few more times, and then led the students in the class to discuss together. Some girls sitting in the front row looked back at Wen Qi, their eyes full of admiration and approval.

Bian Qian stared at the backs of these girls with indifferent eyes, then looked at Wen Qi again, rubbed the pen holder gently with the finger holding the pen, and wrote the word "Wen Qi" on the tip of the pen.

The name is well written.

"Wow—"

"What the **** is going on!"

Su Yitong was frightened by the movement of the people around him, and hurriedly swears.

Bian Qian looked at the two sons cut by the black note and said:

"nothing."

She thought happily in her heart:

It's broken.

what.