Hypocritical Adonis

The bus turned a corner and went to the platform after another traffic light.

Qi Cheng smoked the last cigarette into his mouth, and two long fingers pressed the cigarette on the trash can. Take a green arrow from his pocket and throw it in his mouth to taste.

The bus came slowly. He put his hands in his pockets and waited for the bus to reach him before pulling out the bus card from his wallet.

The driver opened the door and watched him habitually take out the card and turned it around his fingertips a few times before he swiped the money.

The genius is bright, most of them are students on the first bus at more than six in the morning.

The school uniform of the Second Middle School was vomited many times by the parents of the students, white from head to toe, the school badge on the chest, the red school name on the back, and three neatly arranged blue horizontal bars on the left arm. It is rustic and easy to get dirty. The upper body, often washed once a day this season.

Qi Cheng found a single seat by the window, holding his chin with one hand, looking bored out the window.

He flexed his legs in front of him and couldn't stretch at such a place. He was also in the uniform of the No. 2 Middle School. He looked clean, and it looked like there was a fresh smell of laundry detergent. The coat was pulled apart, and the school badge was also printed on the white lining inside.

The boy sitting opposite looked at him one by one, holding his schoolbag over his clothes, wondering how he was wearing an ugly school uniform.

At this station, it costs 2 yuan, 13 stops from the second middle school, more than 20 minutes, and can also squint for a while.

After two stops, the car was packed with students wearing uniforms of the second middle school.

The uncle driver shouted in his throat, "Pass the card from the back to the front!"

The noise and the smell of sweat and smelly rice mixed, Qi Cheng opened his eyes, not a little sleepy in his eyes, he looked up to see the time on the front display and the name of the platform, and got up to make a seat for the girl next to him.

The girl was blushing and waving her hand, "No, no, no classmates."

"Sit down," Qi Cheng stretched out his left hand to hold the armrest bar, and smiled a little, watching the sweat from the girl's pain, "It's coming, I will stand for a while."

The girl held her stomach for a while and then bowed her head embarrassedly and sat down.

The people next to him looked at Qi Cheng.

He is tall, with a good proportion, and can wear his school uniform to stretch out the back of his shoulders. When he holds the handrail with one hand raised and stands upright with his hands in his hands, it looks like a straight slender bamboo. The car stands out from the crowd.

Qi Cheng cast his gaze out the window, watching the roadside shops passing by one by one. There was a turn in the car, and someone slammed into his back with a schoolbag and hurriedly apologized: "Sorry."

"It's okay," he laughed. "This bend is quite big."

The person who hit him touched his head, and he laughed.

Ten minutes later arrived at the station, the people in a car hurriedly got out of the car. After Qi Cheng got out of the car, he exhaled and he still smelled of chewing gum. He raised his hand and looked at the time. It was 6:45, and early, he could go to the dormitory building.

The second boarding system is a boarding system, with two and a half days off at the end of the month, starting at noon on Friday and returning on Sunday evening or Monday morning.

Qi Cheng had a messenger bag on his body, and inside it were two books that he would take at home, as well as a wallet and cigarettes.

Inside the dormitory building were people who hurried out to the cafeteria for breakfast. Qi Cheng was not in a hurry, but quickly walked to the door of the dormitory, and the moment the door opened, the people who jumped inside looked suddenly staring.

It was only after seeing him that he was relieved, "Hey, Qicheng."

"Well." Qi Cheng threw the bag in his cupboard, picked a clean bunk and sat down, touched his lips with his finger, near the tip of his nose, and could smell the smoke above.

He is not addicted to smoking and does not depend on nicotine. However, the men and women who have seen him smoke are obsessed with the way he smokes.

"Are you waiting for us to eat?" Xia Li sat beside him, wearing a mint toothpaste. "If we both go first, they may have to wait a while. The pig is still squatting in the toilet."

"OK," Qi Cheng stood up and lined the crowded dormitory more narrowly. He took another black messenger bag on the hook behind the door and walked to the washing area. "I'll wash my hands and wait for me for half a minute."

Xia Li, "Good."

There are two restaurants in the Second Middle School, with upstairs and downstairs. There are many staple foods downstairs and many snacks upstairs.

Qi Cheng walked from the dormitory building to the entrance of the restaurant. At least a dozen of his classmates came to greet him. Xia Li was accustomed to buying tea and teased him: "If you come again, we will be late this morning."

Now at the end of August, just after the start of school, the summer schedule is still in effect. The summer schedule of the second middle school starts the first class at 7:20 in the morning, and the formal class begins after 40 minutes of early reading.

Before 7:30, I had to get up, brush my teeth, wash my face, and be eaten. The young girls who are unconscious would rather sleep for a few more minutes without eating. The dark circles around the night are thick, the eyes are godless, and there is no need to put a pillow under the head. In ten minutes in class, you can have a wonderful and short dream.

Qi Cheng buried himself in the morning and someone shouted after the morning class: "Squad leader 3, come out."

The voice was clear and awake like a mint. Qi Cheng lazily stood up and walked to the front door. "The squad leader is not here. Can I do it for him for a while?"

He leaned against the door frame, sleepy.

The tight pleats of the cuffs squeezed red marks on his handsome side face. The students in the first row peeped through the gap through the action of reading to see his clean and clean hand, and then looked at his face.

Xueba, who was cold into an ice cube, nodded, "Please follow me to the office."

He turned and walked in front. The uniform jacket was well-drawn and tall, and the uniform pants with elastics pulled out the curvature of his long legs, especially straight.

[The former school bully will be knocked down at the corner, will you help? 】

[A. The indifferent Xueba classmates will handle it by themselves]

[B. Compared to falling on the ground, he wants to fall in my arms more]

Qi Cheng laughed a little and slowed down his pace.

Xueba's pace is very fast, but around the corner, he bumps into another strong boy who rushes over.

The impact brought him to unstable footsteps, and was thrown back.

Just fell into Qi Cheng's arms.

The fresh lavender smell flew into the nose, Xueba subconsciously grabbed Qi Cheng's white T, the lining printed with the school badge was pulled down to become deformed, and a small part of the collarbone was exposed.

Xueba looked at his exposed skin, and he didn't recover.

Qi Cheng held him steady, and then rescued his clothes from his hands. "Student Ba, be careful."

"Chi Yan," Xueba calmly caressed the sliding glasses, the tears in the corners of his eyes were hidden under the frame, "Thank you just now."

"You're welcome," Qi Cheng smiled. "It just happened."

He followed Chi Yan to the office. Teacher Yang, the class teacher, saw him for a moment, "Xia Li is not here?"

"There are three rushes," Qi Cheng walked up to him and patted a thick homework. "That's all?"

"Well, it's all here, and send it during the class."

"Teacher, did you read my homework seriously?" Qi Cheng was not in a hurry to walk, with his arms on the homework, and spoke to Teacher Yang with a smile. "Sing praise to my teacher's composition, do you look touched? "

Teacher Yang blushed old, "Are you deliberately beating?"

Qi Cheng spread his hands and walked away with his homework. Teacher Yang shouted at him behind his back, "Don't wait for Chi Yan?"

"Listen to you," Qi Cheng paused and turned to look back at Teacher Yang before continuing to speak. "If I need to wait, I can."

This kid can't be liked on this point, no matter who talks to him or says anything, he can feel extremely serious in him.

"No," Xueba was cold and reserved, "Thank you."

Qi Cheng smiled and walked out of the office without a pause. The people who passed by the office outside knew his classmates, waving his hands and greeting him.

On the way to the office, there will be a vacant lot. Many male students will squat here to bask in the sun and chat fart during the class. Qi Cheng does not squint when passing here, but smells a cigarette.

He squinted his head and looked out into the open space.

The people in the southwest corner formed a circle, and the people surrounded by their stars holding the moon sat by the flower bed, their long legs stepped on the stone bench, and there was a light and dark smoke between their fingers.

There was a zone where no one walked around them.

The smoking teenager has the same arrogant appearance as his movements, his brow bones are pressed down, and his eyes are showing the fierce indifference that is still growing.

It is the school bully Wuyuan of the second middle school.

Qi Cheng looked at him from a distance and then looked away.

When he returned to the class, Xia Li just came out of the toilet. His face was pale, and he was weak on the table and covering his stomach. "Why is it so painful to eat a bad stomach."

Qi Cheng handed over his homework to other classmates, found the cup of his little yellow chicken, poured a whole cup of hot water, "drink more hot water."

He was red with hot fingers because he was holding a hot glass, but he still steadily placed it on the table. Xu Ning, the representative of the language class in front of her, smiled and took a warm sticker from his desk. "Girl must have an artifact, Qi Cheng, you can let Xia Li give it a try."

"Thank you." Qi Cheng tore the warm stickers.

Xia Liyao, "Unexpectedly, I will also hear you say scumbag quotes one day."

The whole class knows that Qi Cheng has worked as a hand model part-time.

Every time he does something with his hand, he can fascinate him. Xu Ning and her came over to guide Qi Cheng on how to use the warm stickers. After a while, Xia Li went to the toilet with a sudden change of face.

The warm stickers in Qi Cheng's hands were already hot. He looked at the empty space around him and sighed, "What the **** did you eat?"

While those who cleaned in the morning class splashed water in the aisle, the water was cold and cold in the morning after the early autumn. When he sprinkled the last section of the road with water, Qi Cheng held him.

The boy caught by him stiffened, and his long black hair covered his eyes and ears, and looked a little gloomy. He rickets on the back, looking down at the hand holding his corner.

"Chang Yao," Qi Cheng took out the paper towel and handed it to him, and put the hot patch in his pocket. "It's hard."

Chang Yao shook his head slightly, and whispered again: "Thank you."

Footsteps hurried away.

The author has something to say:

The early part of this article is to buy stocks. Because the later period was very noisy and affected the reader's reading experience, so the cp was announced in advance.

After attacking someone like him, he will reject all ambiguities. Qi Zhong, because it was announced that cp had already written 34 chapters, so before 34 chapters, I didn’t suffer much. From 34 chapters onwards, I redesigned the drama, Suffering is a false rival, will grow

Love each other in the middle and late period

Please abandon the text, please go silently, and give readers and authors who like this book a good positive environment