The Old Enemy is White Moonlight

Chapter 27: luck

"Students, how was your weekend?"

Xu Qiushan walked into the class with a thermos cup pressed down, pretending not to see the people in the first few rows who were frantically making up their homework.

"it is good-"

"Teacher, we have performed so well during this time, can we show a movie!"

"Yo-!"

More than 40 pairs of eyes, big and small, looked at the old man standing at the front door excitedly. The old man smiled and said very understandingly:

"cannot."

There was another howl.

Xu Qiushan slipped back and forth in the aisle with his hands behind his back, saying earnestly:

"The exam is coming soon. You guys clean up your active sports cells. If you are so excited, you go to the playground to pull the horizontal bar. In the last physical education class, I didn't even see the boys in our class pull on the horizontal bar."

"That's called modesty. Teacher, you are playing basketball on the basketball court. We are so frightened by your handsomeness that we can't even catch the bar!"

"Yo, the little mouth is so sweet."

After teasing each other a few words, the class quieted down again. After half an hour of self-study, Lao Xu was called out by another teacher to talk, and he hasn't come back yet.

At the beginning of 7 o'clock, when it was time to ask questions, Bian Qian sorted out the more typical questions, and went to the podium to find someone to write the questions.

"Squad leader, do you have a link to the sweater inside? Look at it!"

A few girls in the front row came over to chat again, Bian Qian also thought it looked good, and said:

"My friend, I'll go back and ask her."

"Okay! Hey, monitor, what's the matter with your neck?"

Her hand holding the chalk tensed, and calmly smiled slightly:

"The cat scratched it."

"Oh~"

The girl showed a half-understanding look.

After Bian Qian finished writing the question, he tapped the blackboard twice, indicating that he was going to start asking questions.

She picked up the box where the list was placed, picked out a few at random, and opened the folded pieces of paper:

"Liu Qingfeng."

"Sun Ming."

"Zheng Ziyue."

The last one is blank.

Bian Qian raised his eyebrows, looked around the audience, and finally stopped at the person who was spinning the pen:

"Wen Qi."

As soon as the name was called out, many people couldn't help but look at Wen Qina, their gazes followed to the podium.

Because Wen Qi was the last one to come up, there were a few people standing by the blackboard, a little crowded, and a little far away from the chalk box, Wen Qi closed the front door, looked at Bian Qian and said:

"Help me get a chalk."

Bian Qian handed over a moderately long one, but Wen Qi grabbed his fingertips and couldn't pull them back.

Her pupils trembled slightly, and she met Wen Qi's lazy eyes again, so she pulled her hand back with all her strength, and walked stiffly to the other side of the podium.

"What's the matter with these two people, I think they are about to fight?"

"I remember that tonight isn't the final of the basketball game? Why isn't Wen Qi leaving?"

Bian Qian raised her head and looked back at the figure, feeling a little worried.

After wandering in the aisle for a while, many people lowered their heads and seriously wrote the questions. She looked back at the situation of the four of them. The questions were not difficult and they all wrote very quickly. Every letter is neatly written.

five minutes later.

The third person went down, Wen Qi hadn't left, and everyone in the class was looking at the blackboard, Bian Qian couldn't help it, walked up to that person, and looked at the steps to solve the problem.

It's perfect, and the writing on the blackboard is also very good-looking.

She secretly bumped Wen Qi's with the tip of her toe:

"What's the matter with you?"

Wen Qi wrote the last stroke neatly, and when he turned around, the chalk accidentally fell under Bianqian's feet and rolled into the podium:

"Get it for me."

Bian Qian didn't know why, so he gave her a look, and knelt down to pick up the chalk obediently.

As soon as she squatted down, the fellow immediately followed, and under the cover of the podium, he forcefully kissed the back of her head:

"Well…"

"I'm going to play."

Bian Qian stared at Wen Qi in a daze, seeing that the man frankly passed her to get the piece of chalk, and stuffed it into her hand again, his eyes were full of openness, then stood up generously, and leaned into her ear:

"I don't know that girl, so don't be jealous. Wait for me to come back and bring you the championship."

"My mother monitor is angry!"

"God Wen's expression is so cold!"

She pursed her lips slightly, and the tips of her ears and neck turned pink.

Every class went out to the audience to watch the football game, Lao Xu wanted her to maintain discipline in the class, Bian Qian had to sit in her own seat, originally wanted to escape the evening self-study, but now there is no other way.

"Squad leader."

"Um."

Su Yitong was lying on the table, the book in hand hadn't been turned over, Bian Qian felt that something was wrong, so she put down the pen in her hand and stopped writing questions.

"You said, me and Xun Xun, we both like each other and want to go on forever. But why, people always scold us."

Bian Qian paused, she didn't know how to persuade Su Yitong, because she was also in this predicament herself.

She didn't expect Xu Sheng to bless her, and she didn't need to, but she didn't know what Wen Qi's family would think. Recalling Wen Qi's mother, Bian Qian lowered his eyes.

Su Yitong no longer lay on the table, bent over, put her hands on the table to play with the corner of the book:

"When I came here tonight, I heard a few girls in the next class say that I was sick and that we were not normal."

"Actually, I also thought about these things on the day I accepted Xun Xun's confession. I was not afraid at all. I was full of thoughts that I could be with her. Let others talk about it. But when I really faced these things, I still would Very concerned."

"Yitong."

Bian Qian called out softly. In her impression, Su Yitong's temperament is carefree, very cheerful, and has never been so sad:

"Like is a very beautiful thing. Illness can bring suffering, but like doesn't. It is always pure and special."

They all know that this road is difficult, but no matter how difficult it is, they must persevere.

Evening self-study is over.

Bian Qian stood at the entrance of the teaching building for a while, wanting to go to the gymnasium to find Wen Qi, but afraid of disturbing Wen Qi's competition.

She was about to turn on her phone to ask how the game was going, when Wen Qi sent a message:

"The coach held an exchange meeting with the teachers of No. 2 Middle School, and I couldn't leave for the time being. I put the key in your schoolbag."

Bian Qian thought for a while, and sent a location:

"I'll go here for a while, and I'll come back after I buy something. You wait for me at home."

It took a few minutes for Wen Qi to reply. I don't know if it was because of the meeting, or he was hesitating:

"Um."

She took a taxi to the attached middle school.

Chuhe Studio has been in operation for many years, and the main enrollment is for art candidates. Bian Qian studied here for a while, and several teachers recognize her because she draws very well, and her works are often used by senior students. As a model painting.

Push open the glass door, the first floor is the resting place and reception.

The studio closes very late, and there are still a few people staying below drinking coffee and chatting, but their eyes are very sharp, not like students, but more like people from the police station.

Bian Qian looked around and found Liang Youchen in the corner.

The man was dressed all in black and wore a mask, with a depressing demeanor.

Bian Qian pulled back the seat, and met Liang Youchen's eyes for the first time after a long absence.

"Long time no see, Ah Qian."

Liang Youchen has lost a lot of weight visibly with the naked eye, but his eyes are sharper than a beast just out of the cage.

The two separated as close friends and reunited as enemies.

Bianqian sat on a chair, there was a cup of coffee and a few candies by the table, but she didn't intend to move at all:

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Ah Qian, you have changed."

She chuckled:

"Everyone changes, Youchen."

"No, you are more beautiful than ever."

Liang Youchen's expression was hideous, Bianqian frowned very quickly, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, the surface remained calm, even a little kind:

"Then you stood by me when you were in the attached middle school, and that's why?"

The person on the opposite side seemed to have made sufficient preparations, and his posture revealed a confident attitude everywhere. He stopped holding back many words and blurted out:

"Yup."

"You know how good-looking you were at that time, especially after being beaten by them, squatting in a corner and crying alone, but never showing weakness and admitting defeat. Every time I go to rescue you, I will carefully appreciate your look."

Bian Qian said nothing, pushed the coffee in front of him, and said lightly:

"You always know where I am."

"After so many years, you must have figured it out. Ah Qian, that's right, I'm with them, but I'm just pretending to be a good guy."

Not seeing the surprised expression on the prey's face, Liang Youchen was a little upset. She has been in a state of excitement since she first met Bian Qian, so her words became more extreme:

"Many actions were my idea. Those idiots didn't dare, so I took our dear teacher to play together. This is why I want to leave. Those idiots are too stupid. , but when integrated into it, there is another face of greed."

Bian Qian looked into Liang Youchen's eyes curiously, but the tone of his mouth was not warm:

"Why me, Youchen."

"Because I like you."

Liang Youchen smiled, even wearing a mask couldn't cover up the sickness and arrogance:

"I really like you so much, but seeing you playing the piano for those idiots and being isolated by the teacher made me unhappy, very unhappy, so I started to control everything. The crowd plotted."

Bian Qian looked at Liang Youchen, his brows and eyes became cold:

"Youchen."

"I'm here, Ah Qian. I'm always here."

"Then why do you want to leave me again?"

The man shut his mouth, and suddenly approached the table, and pushed the candy over with his fingertips:

"Eat the candy, and I'll tell you."

A few policemen disguised as guests moved a little in the distance, and Bian Qian put his hands under the table to indicate that there was nothing wrong. The face she hadn't seen for several years was close in front of her eyes, she narrowed her eyes slightly, adjusted her emotions, and raised the corners of her lips:

"I'll take the candy home, how about you tell me these secrets now?"

Liang Youchen originally just wanted to embarrass Bian Qian, she knew that this person would definitely not eat, but was aroused by the words, and asked happily:

"A secret that only belongs to us?"

"Um."

"Ah Qian, I like you more and more. Do you know that you are like a piece of delicious cake, you can't take your eyes off from the outside, but when you get close, you will find that the superficial beauty is not worth it Mention, the inside that is dug out after being cut open is the most charming."

The corners of the shallow lips curled up wider, but the cruelty in the eyes was hidden deeper, a pair of cold faces were tinged with a magnificent atmosphere in the silence.

She didn't speak, just looked at Liang Youchen quietly, the man's eyes became more and more undisguised, wrapping around her body, making people sick.

"Why did I leave?"

Liang Youchen leaned back in the chair relaxedly, recalling the past:

"I was going to rot in it, but it slowly became boring and boring. The crying and blood no longer made me feel energetic. Until I met you."

The person on the opposite side sat up straight, with an unconcealable madness in his eyes:

"I just love your energy. You know you're no match, but you don't have anyone to help you, but you're desperately trying to hit the muzzle of the gun. It's so cute."

"Ah Qian, my relationship with my family has always been very tense, and I told you before. When I planned to leave, my father beat my mother to the hospital again, and the floor of the living room was covered with blood."

Bian Qian raised his eyes, and Liang Youchen also began to hate talking, hating memories, revealing his truest appearance tonight:

"I locked you in the monitoring room on purpose, so that you would be charged with murder and never forget me. But now I'm back because of these **** things in the attached middle school. I'm really a second Zhong is not willing to wait any longer."

Liang Youchen stood up.

There was a cloudy and crazy smile on her face, and she held something out of her pocket with both hands:

"Why don't you die with me, I know we all belong to that world, coming to this world is just a bad practice, we—!"

The policemen in uniform rushed out from the upstairs stairs, captured the mentally disturbed Liang Youchen in a blink of an eye, put handcuffs on them forcefully, gagged their mouths, and pushed the groaning and struggling man into the police car.

The old policeman stood by the car, Bian Qian felt that his body was a little out of control, but he still nodded to him.

Neighbors heard the sound and stopped their movements. Looking this way, there were also many figures in the windows of the upper floors of the residents.

The door of the police car closed, and the past ended with the sound of the siren.

There was no trace of blood on Bian Qian's face, she forcefully walked out of the studio unhindered, and saw Wen Qi across the road in a daze.

The street lamps cast a cold white light, and Wen Qi stood there in his school uniform, tall and straight, calm and cold.

When Bian Qian saw this person, his brain was in a state of blankness. It was not until Wen Qi hugged him that he realized that he was already covered in cold sweat and his palms were abnormally cold.

"ended?"

"Um."

Bian Qian was deeply buried in Wen Qi's arms, only Mu Xiang could make her feel at ease:

"It's all over, why are you here?"

"worried."

Taking a shallow breath of Wen Qi's smell, after a moment, he suddenly held his head and raised his head:

"How's your game?"

"Number one."

Wen Qi picked her up and sat in the car, nestled shallowly on her lap and refused to move, Wen Qi closed the door:

"are you hungry."

"Um."

"It seems that I am very lucky. I can invite the squad leader to have a supper."