Luo Ning was a little upset. Song Fengxiao had not been so cold before. He asked, "brother Song, are you unhappy? You haven't spoken to me much since yesterday. Why don't you tell me what's wrong?"
"You don't even look at me anymore."
Luo Ning was frustrated and his eyes drooped. Luo Ning turned his head and said, "you really broke my little fan's heart."
"Hey, I'm so sad, and I'm not in the mood to listen to the class anymore."
He turned around with a slumped head, his lonely back like a sleepy little animal. Those with a softer heart would want to touch his head for comfort.
Song Fengxiao's eyebrows moved slightly, and he remained silent. On the table lay the milk candy that had not been taken away. The packaging was round and cute, and only this soft bee would eat such a childish snack.
After two classes, he felt that the noisy bee had not turned around. His slender back was straightened, and his usually upturned hair was soft and drooping, exuding an aura of loss.
Song Fengxiao was leaning alone in the corner. There were no compliments in his ears, and no admiring eyes staring at him. Why was there something missing? The sunshine outside was not so bright.
He tapped the table in boredom, and his eyes fell on the two candies again. When he opened the package, he found two snow-white toffee candies, which smelled quite fragrant, but were a bit cloying.
Luo Ning heard the soft sound behind him and looked over, his eyes bright, and he put his hand on Song Fengxiao's table, "how are you, Brother Song, isn't it so sweet!"
"By the way, just keep this expression. It's so cute. I'll take a picture of you."
When Song Fengxiao was eating sweets, the side of his face was slightly bulging, and his expression was lazy, a bit like a cold cat. Luo Ning felt that it was a little contrasting and cute, so he wanted to take a picture.
Song Fengxiao's expression froze and he stopped Luo Ning, "aren't you afraid that your phone will be confiscated?"
High school students are not allowed to play with mobile phones blatantly. Luo Ning put the phone in her pocket and said, "that's right."
"Anyway, I'm close. I can turn around and see your handsome face, so I don't need to take any high-definition pictures."
Song Fengxiao didn't know how Luo Ning could say such complimentary words smoothly. Maybe he really admired Luo Ning deeply, so he just let it be.
If Little Bee simply admires him, he doesn't mind, but this kind of appreciation is mixed with impure emotions.
Song Fengxiao's setback would indeed make Luo Ning more proactive. Luo Ning felt that Song Fengxiao accepted his overtures and did not reject being friends. Since they were friends, of course there should be more familiar and intimate interactions.
In the morning, not only would he drink milk and bring fruit snacks, he would also bring one to Song Fengxiao, although Song Fengxiao would not accept it.
Luo Ning had to go to the toilet with Song Fengxiao after class, and followed Song Fengxiao at noon. He was sure whether Song Fengxiao would eat soft food or hard food.
Moreover, through the class group, Luo Ning finally found Song Fengxiao's contact information. He sent a friend application and looked at Song Fengxiao with his chin propped up, "brother Song, let's add friends. Please agree to my application."
"We have a relationship between the front and back desks. It's okay to add us as a friend."
"Woo, look how sad I am. I finally got to be in close contact with you, but in the end I can't even get your contact information. I feel like my spiritual world is darkened, and I'm totally enervated and sad."
Song Fengxiao heard him talk more and more exaggeratedly, and stopped him from continuing to ramble, "you can add friends, but you are not allowed to disturb me."
Luo Ning felt happy, "brother Song, I don't have that much time. I just communicate with you normally."
Song Fengxiao's avatar is a simple English picture. As expected, the space is very clean, which is in line with Song Fengxiao's character, silent and restrained.
Luo Ning still knew how to exercise caution. He was afraid of being annoyed by Song Fengxiao, so he just said good night or sent a cute emoticon after adding him as a friend.
Song Fengxiao saw the lazily grinning and yawning cat on the screen, and the image of Luo Ning's listlessness after reading in the morning popped into his mind. A smile appeared on his lips unconsciously. He was about to put down the phone, but after hesitation, he also learned to reply with an emoticon...
His emoticon pack is relatively simple, just a jpg of someone sleeping with a lamp on. It's not cute at all, but it's enough to surprise Luo Ning.
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Sitting behind him was the top student in the school. Luo Ning was very smart, and with Song Fengxiao's constant educational supervision, it was difficult to improve his grades. His accuracy in doing homework was getting higher and higher, which surprised all the teachers in all subjects. If he doesn't understand any questions, just ask Song Fengxiao directly.
Gradually, he could sit next to Song Fengxiao, with the book taking up half of the space. If Song Fengxiao didn't allow it, he said righteously: "Brother Song, it's more convenient to ask questions this way. My neck has been hurting for the past two days, and I'm tired from walking around."
"You are so thin and I can't squeeze you in. I want to sit next to you and receive academic influence. I always remind myself that I must follow your example and follow your progress."
Song Fengxiao shook his head. He could never win over Luo Ning anyway, so he had no choice but to lower his head and do his homework.
Luo Ning glanced at his head and sighed a little lemony: "Brother Song, there are indeed differences between people. You are tall, long legs, talented and good-looking all rolled into one. You can write fluently and draw with iron. Silver Hook, you have taken over all the halo alone, can you leave a way for others?"
"How about you write a book and call it "How to Make a Good Person"?"
Song Fengxiao was a little tired. Hearing Luo Ning's rainbow fart, he was almost immune. He stretched out his hand and pressed Luo Ning's head, "don't be poor. You are too busy. Don't you have enough homework?"
Luo Ning complained silently, Song Fengxiao obviously liked listening to it, and he was not just a friend to satisfy Song Fengxiao's special hobbies.
Luo Ning's deskmate glanced back quietly, with surprise and a hint of sour envy in his eyes. He had witnessed with his own eyes how Song Fengxiao and Luo Ning got to know each other. Not to mention how close they were, anyway, in this class, with Song Fengxiao, the one with the closest relationship is definitely Luo Ning.
It turns out that if a person has a thick skin, they can hug someone's thighs. It's not easy to get Song Fengxiao's guidance.
The fulfilling and simple two weeks passed by in the blink of an eye. The whole school ushered in the monthly exam. The exam room was arranged in advance, and the teacher explained the precautions over and over again.
According to Luo Ning's past results, he must have been placed at the bottom of the examination room. He sat in the classroom and didn't feel nervous. He had learned the basics and tried his best to do everything he could.
The test paper this time was simpler than Luo Ning imagined. Some of the questions were still fresh in his memory as he had practiced them repeatedly. He estimated that passing all subjects would be no problem.
After finishing the exam in two days, Luo Ning easily left the classroom and went to find Song Fengxiao for a meal.
When the stairs turned the corner, someone roughly grabbed the corner of his clothes and said, "Luo Ning, stop!"
Qiao Yuming's face was full of displeasure, as if Luo Ning owed him eight million.
Luo Ning threw Qiao Yuming away in disgust, wondering why Qiao Yuming was so crazy.
Qiao Yuming stood in front of him, "you've become more capable. Last time you dared to throw water at me, and you even teamed up with my family to put pressure on me. Did you say something to my parents?"
Qiao Yuming had been having a very unhappy time recently. His parents always blamed him and scolded him coldly for breaking off his engagement with Luo Ning, asking him to lower his attitude and get Luo Ning back. Qiao Yuming was getting annoyed to death. His parents wouldn't talk about it like this before. He felt that Luo Ning must have said something to encourage his parents to force him to compromise.
To be honest, Qiao Yuming was used to Luo Ning's pestering. He thought this was a reflection of his charm. When Luo Ning pestered him, he felt disgusted. Luo Ning didn't come in front of him, and he felt that he had lost face.
Qiao Yuming firmly believed that Luo Ning was obsessed with him. He would never admit that Luo Ning had really given up on him. He stubbornly told himself that this was the new method Luo Ning used to learn to be smart.
Qiao Yuming said with disdain, "you are quite scheming. I really underestimated you."
Thinking of something, Qiao Yuming became even more angry, "you are still shamelessly following Song Fengxiao. Why, you want to use him to stimulate me and make me jealous, I tell you, it's impossible!"
What Qiao Yuming hates the most is Song Fengxiao's aloof and hypocritical appearance. He came from a poor place and pretends to be pretentious all day long. Who can he pretend to?
Cheng Yu, whom he liked, admired Song Fengxiao very much. Now Luo Ning also went to stick to Song Fengxiao, which made him even more angry. When he bumped into Luo Ning, he couldn't help but vent his anger.
Luo Ning's eyes were strange. He really felt that a creature like Qiao Yuming had a very strange brain circuit. How could ordinary people be so funny?
"Qiao Yuming, how can you be so ridiculous? What do I like about you? Barking like a mad dog? Have poor grades? Have a temperament like a straw bag?"
"To be honest, you have nothing but a rich imagination."
Luo Ning was fed up. He and Qiao Yuming didn't like each other, but Qiao Yuming still had to come over and jump around. Didn't he deserve to be scolded?
Luo Ning walked around Qiao Yuming and hurriedly walked upstairs. Unexpectedly, Qiao Yuming reached out and pushed him, "what qualifications do you have to scold me, a shameless follower?"
With a strong push, Luo Ning staggered, his body could not stand at all, and he fell down the stairs uncontrollably. Fortunately, there were not many steps, so Luo Ning did not fall to a bloody head.
However, his body still hurt, his head ached, and his ankles hurt. Luo Ning blinked tears from the corners of his eyes, and it was difficult to struggle.
Qiao Yuming didn't expect that he was so strong, so he accidentally pushed the person down. He watched Luo Ning roll down, panicked and relieved at the same time, with a sinister look in his eyes.
Qiao Yuming was not ready to pull him up immediately, and Luo Ning didn't have any serious wounds. He would have to make Luo Ning suffer a little if he lay down for a while longer.
Before he could say something sarcastic, the next moment, a sharp sting came from his ankle, and he was punched on the back. Qiao Yuming fell to his knees in embarrassment, and his knees made a banging sound, making him grimace...
Song Fengxiao glared at Qiao Yuming coldly, picked up Luo Ning, and walked to the infirmary.
Luo Ning's face turned pale, and his head felt dizzy. He lay on Song Fengxiao's chest, grabbing Song Fengxiao's clothes, like a wounded animal, with a gentle whimper in his throat.
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Song Fengxiao frowned and quickly ran to the infirmary, carefully putting Luo Ning down.
The school doctor's equipment here is quite complete. After checking, Luo Ning's foot was sprained and his head was slightly injured due to the impact, so he carefully applied medicine.
It took Luo Ning a while to recover, and he cursed Qiao Yuming in his heart, that bastard who had been stabbed a thousand times. His head was throbbing in pain, and his feet felt like they were being pricked with needles. Luo Ning's eyes were red and tearful. He had such a thin skin. Tender meat, the pain of the wound is more intense.
Luo Ning looked at Song Fengxiao aggrievedly and whispered: "Brother Song, I feel bad."
It was also the first time for Song Fengxiao to see Luo Ning cry. His eyes were swollen from crying. His heart tightened and he felt a little uncomfortable. He touched Luo Ning's hair and pushed away the sweaty hair on his forehead. He couldn't say anything to comfort him, so he could only say bluntly, "don't cry."
Luo Ning had never felt that Song Fengxiao was so gentle and someone cared. He suddenly felt even more aggrieved. Blinking away tears, he hugged Song Fengxiao's hand and rubbed it obediently. His whole body exuded the aura that he needed comfort.
Song Fengxiao's hands were soft. Seeing that Luo Ning's eyes were very wet, he endured the discomfort of being used as a pillow and stood there for a long time. His breathing became shallow next to him. Luo Ning's eyelids were red, and the tip of his nose was red and blurry and fell asleep.
The school doctor glanced at him curiously, feeling that Luo Ning looked pitiful, but why did he feel that these two classmates were getting along strangely? Can good friends be so clingy?
With the school doctor watching, Song Fengxiao went back to the classroom first to ask for leave from Luo Ning.
Luo Ning can no longer go to class in this situation and has to go home to recuperate for a few days.
After Lao Luo asked clearly what happened, he called Luo Ning's parents and asked Luo Ning's father to come and pick him up.
Father Luo hurried to the school and saw his son lying fragile in the infirmary. His ankles were swollen into buns and there was a big bump on the back of his head. He was so distressed that he quickly sent Luo Ning to the hospital for another check-up. How has his son ever suffered like this?
When he learned that it was Qiao Yuming who did it, and watched Qiao Yuming push Luo Ning down the stairs and watch with cold eyes on the surveillance camera, he immediately became furious and wanted to beat Qiao Yuming to death with his fist.
He ran to the Qiao family in anger and asked the Qiao family how to resolve this matter. Even if he looked down on his son, he now took action and accused Qiao Yuming of the wrong things he had done several times. Father Luo felt extremely resentful towards Qiao Yuming. He wanted to cut off all business cooperation with the Qiao family, and he also criticized the Qiao family for raising such uneducated children.
Although the Qiao family is also a well-known listed company, it is still inferior to the Luo family. It needs to rely on the Luo family's connections, otherwise it will not convince Qiao Yuming to recover Luo Ning.
Now that they couldn't get married, they actually became enemies. It was definitely a big loss for the Qiao family.
Qiao Yuming's parents smiled apologetically and kept apologizing, but they were secretly furious. They didn't expect Qiao Yuming to be so willful and unreliable, doing things without using his brain, not thinking about them at all, and causing them so much trouble.
After Father Luo applied enough eye drops, he left angrily.
Father Qiao and Mother Qiao directly told Qiao Yuming to get back first, slapped Qiao Yuming in the face, and gave him a good beating. Qiao Yuming's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his ears were ringing. He shouted in disbelief, "dad, you actually hit me?!"
Qiao Yuming's face turned red and veins popped up on his forehead, obviously unconvinced.
Father Qiao and Mother Qiao looked even more ugly. They didn't understand when their son became so stupid and reckless, and how he could inherit the company in the future.
"We don't ask you to make much contribution to the company. At least you have to give a voice and don't hold you back."
"If you continue to be willful, I will send you abroad and reflect on yourself!"
Qiao Yuming frowned and stopped talking, suppressing his anger. How could he go abroad if he wanted to be with Cheng Yu?
He shut himself up in the room to reflect. He took out his cell phone and wanted to scold Luo Ning, but he was afraid that Luo Ning would sue him, so he threw the phone out angrily.
Thinking that Song Fengxiao dared to kick him, Qiao Yuming gritted his teeth and told his younger brother at school to teach Song Fengxiao a lesson. He was not so easy to mess with. Seeing that Song Fengxiao was beaten to death, how could he still be hypocritical!
So after self-study in the evening, on the way back to the dormitory, three idle boys approached Song Fengxiao and blocked Song Fengxiao under the woods. They hummed and said, "are you very proud of yourself? Do you think good grades are a big deal?"
"Why don't you wear a torn school uniform all day long?"
Song Fengxiao calmly walked to the shadows, shook away the hand that poked in front of him in displeasure, and calmly confronted.
The three boys cursed angrily, feeling that they had lost face. In addition, it was dark at night and Song Fengxiao was alone. They suddenly became bolder and swung their fists at Song Fengxiao.
They thought Song Fengxiao would fall weakly to the ground, or run away in panic, but Song Fengxiao easily avoided the fist.
Instead, he punched a boy hard on the lower abdomen, and then hit another boy on the back with his elbow. He looked thin on the surface, but his muscles were lean and strong. The punch was as heavy and powerful as iron, and it was full of force.
The three boys hunched over and cried out in pain. They could not straighten their waists, as if their bones were about to be broken, and their teeth could not help but chatter.
They looked at Song Fengxiao with fear. They originally thought that Song Fengxiao was a pretty boy who only knew how to study, but they didn't know that his fists were so hard.
Angry from embarrassment, he continued to attack Song Fengxiao without giving up. Calls still sounded from the shadows, and the three boys' faces were twisted. It was now difficult to even stand up.
They stared at Song Fengxiao angrily, and at the same time they were a little scared. How dare they take another half step closer to Song Fengxiao? They drew back their feet, not caring about their bodies that were about to fall apart. They held back the pain and quickly ran away with each other's support.
They were all too embarrassed to tell the truth to Qiao Yuming, and they just kept talking on the phone. If the three of them failed to deal with Song Fengxiao, they would definitely be scolded by Qiao Yuming. They planned to keep this embarrassing thing in their stomaches...
But the next day, they were called to the office of the dean, who severely criticized them, saying that they violated school rules and disciplines, caused trouble, and beat classmates. They were given demerits and asked to write a self-criticism and apologize to Song Fengxiao...
Especially this time, the person involved is Song Fengxiao. Of course, the dean attaches great importance to it. Song Fengxiao is ranked number one in their school. They are all waiting for Song Fengxiao to be the provincial champion and bring glory to the school. The school has no time to cherish such an outstanding youngster. It can cause people to be subjected to school violence. What if someone gets beaten up for good or bad?
Besides, these three people are not special quarrels. Of course, they must be dealt with seriously.
The three boys refused to admit it. The place they chose last night was dimly lit and could not be captured by surveillance cameras. They had to present evidence. They felt particularly wronged.
Because they didn't hit Song Fengxiao at all, but were injured all over his body, Song Fengxiao actually complained first.
They all denied it with their mouths, saying that they didn't see Song Fengxiao yesterday and that Song Fengxiao had misunderstood. They were all very honest.
But no matter how confident they pretended to be, there was no surveillance, but there was a recording, and when played, it was their voices clamoring to beat and scold Song Fengxiao.
The faces of the three boys suddenly turned dark, "fuck!" Song Fengxiao went so far! There are too many evil eyes!
There was no way to deny it, everyone was mute, walked out of the office listlessly, and angrily wrote the most annoying letter of apology.
Luo Ning rested in bed for a few days, smearing medicine on wounds and drinking tonic soup. His head, which was a bit dizzy, had recovered, but his feet were still as fat as steamed buns.
He sits like this every day, and his back feels a little sore. He reads books, watches TV and plays with his mobile phone every day. He is afraid that he will become decadent. When his mental condition is better, he thinks about whether to go back to school.
The results of the monthly exam came out today. His score was higher than expected. He scored very well in Chinese and mathematics. His overall ranking jumped to the middle position, and he was no longer at the bottom.
Once the results are calculated, Lao Luo will send them to each parent. Father Luo doesn't pay attention to the results, but he recalls that his son has been reading and attending classes recently, and he doesn't even play games.
Out of curiosity, he glanced at it and his eyes widened suddenly. He extremely suspected that he was too tired from work and was dazzled. He looked again and found that his son could not only get double digits in the exam, but even get a three-digit exam in subjects. How come it's so unrealistic?
Father Luo recalled his son's usual report cards and compared them with the current results. Although he did not rank at the top, he has made rapid progress in a short period of time!
It seems that his son is really smart like him. He just didn't study seriously before. Now that he is interested in learning, he suddenly shows his strength.
At the same time, Father Luo forwarded it to his circle of friends, knocked on his son's door with a smile, praised him profusely, and insisted on increasing his pocket money.
Luo Ning blushed at the comment. Before going to bed, he turned over in bed, took out his cell phone, and happily sent a message to Song Fengxiao, "brother Song, I performed well this time. I suddenly rose to more than twenty places."
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"Thanks to you for teaching me how to study and making me improve so quickly. Brother Song, what kind of fairy friend are you!!"
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Song Fengxiao skipped the emoticons. Little Bee thought it was quite beautiful. He took his mobile phone to organize the words, thought about it, and encouraged: "Continue next time."
Luo Ning pursed his lips. This is too old-fashioned. Can't he say a few more words?
However, he knew Song Fengxiao's character. It would be strange if Song Fengxiao started to chatter one day.
With the motivation brought by her grades, Luo Ning wants to go back to school even more, but Luo Ning's father disagrees. He is worried that he will be bumped into at school, has difficulty moving, and has no one to take care of him. He needs to take care of his feet...
Luo Ning had to stay in bed for a few more days, either rolling on the sofa or going out for a walk in a wheelchair. Father Luo was busy with work, so he stayed here empty. Everyone he knew was reading during the day, and he didn't even have time to chat. There was no one around, and he was about to grow mushrooms. What he was most looking forward to was the evening, when Song Fengxiao would send him some information, and he could talk to Song Fengxiao.
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Luo Ning threw a mushroom over and complained: "Brother Song, I'm so bored!"
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Song Fengxiao's hands shook and he frowned. He wondered if Luo Ning had been suppressing these days and couldn't hold it back any longer. He spoke more straightforwardly without holding back at all.
He was about to send some serious words of warning when he remembered that Luo Ning was injured and loved to cry so much. If he couldn't bear it, he would hide in bed and cry secretly, which would be detrimental to his recovery.
Song Fengxiao lowered his eyes and covered his ears with his freshly washed hair. Looking at the love heart sent by Luo Ning, his ears suddenly turned a little red. He pursed his dry lips and asked, "how is your injury..."
In fact, Song Fengxiao was not used to it at all. The talkative bee had been buzzing in his ears for a long time. Suddenly it became quiet and the seat in front of him was empty. He was inexplicably uncomfortable.
Luo Ning stood up, put his feet under the bright light, adjusted his posture, took a photo and sent it. The situation was much better. The gauze had been removed, but he was still a little swollen and felt numb and painful when walking on the ground.
He complained: "Brother Song, the foot injury is so troublesome and the recovery is so slow."
When Song Fengxiao saw the photo, he suddenly frowned and did not say any words of comfort. He looked at the white halo and suspected that the bee did it on purpose!
The legs shown in the photo are long and straight, with beautiful lines. The injured feet are white and clean. They are moist under the light, like a piece of warm jade that feels great to the touch. The toes are lightly pink.
Although there are still some bruises and slight swelling, they are not conspicuous. The feet look quite cute overall.
The more Song Fengxiao looked at it, the more doubtful he became. Who would post such a photo?
This bee must have been specially photographed. Maybe it even ran under the light and deliberately found an angle to take the picture, just to show it to him without leaving any trace.
He really didn't expect that this bee was becoming more and more cunning.
Song Fengxiao took a deep breath and restrained herself a little in front of him. Now through the screen of his mobile phone, his little thoughts gradually emerged, and he was eager to try out some small tricks.
Luo Ning saw that there was no movement over there, so he sent a message: "Brother Song, tomorrow is the weekend, do you have time to come and see me?"
"If I don't look at your handsome face, I'm afraid I'll forget--"
Song Fengxiao's brows furrowed. Does he still want to invite him to your home?
He decisively typed his refusal, "No."
"I don't have time. I don't like visiting other people's homes."
Song Fengxiao emphasized the word "other." He had to let Luo Ning understand the appropriateness of getting along with each other.
Luo Ning said disappointedly: "Okay then."
Song Fengxiao once again tried to use study to stop Luo Ning's wandering thoughts, "since it's boring, it's better to read more information and practice more questions."
"You are not in school and may not be able to keep up with the course progress."
Luo Ning was helpless, "brother Song, why do you always talk about this matter in a roundabout way?"
"I'm almost tired of hearing this. I know you care about me, but you are my most admired role model. I value your ideas so much, and you keep motivating me so much. It makes me super stressed."
"How about we change the topic?"
Song Fengxiao was not willing to talk more, and was even a little defensive.
The more he talks, what if he catches him chatting every day in the future? Maybe Little Bee wants to use this way to get to know him, get closer to him, and silently close the distance with him.
Song Fengxiao replied calmly: "It's late, go to bed."
Luo Ning said good night as usual, but this time he didn't receive a response from Song Fengxiao. He waited, thinking that Song Fengxiao might have rested.
Luo Ning jumped lamely on the floor. Although Song Fengxiao spoke as old-fashioned as a teacher, he was right.
His learning effect at home was indeed not as good as at school. There was no such atmosphere. He finally picked up knowledge. After being injured and going home to recuperate, his progress was definitely slower than others.
When Luo Ning felt that his condition was getting better and he could walk slowly, he pestered Father Luo that he wanted to go back to school. Father Luo suggested that he just hire a tutor so that he could rest assured.
Luo Ning didn't want to. He was not that fragile. He said a lot of good things and finally made Luo's father relent.
The driver picks him up every day, someone brings lunch at noon, and he can use the elevator to go up and downstairs. There is nothing to worry about.
Qiao Yuming returned to school a few days earlier than Luo Ning. Qiao Yuming was beaten by Qiao's parents in a mixed doubles match. He was not seriously injured, but it was not easy. The key was that his face was bruised and swollen. Qiao Yuming was so proud that he was afraid of others laughing, so he insisted on staying at home. He won't go back until the bruises are gone and he regains his smooth appearance.
If it weren't for the fact that he was thinking about Cheng Yu, whom he liked, he wouldn't want to go back to school and have no interest in listening to criticism and lectures.
Qiao Yuming's eyes were gloomy. After being educated by the class teacher for two hours, he forgot to go to Song Fengxiao for trouble. He was busy writing a 5,000-word self-criticism and criticizing in public through the school loudspeaker.
This made Qiao Yuming grit his teeth angrily and resentful. He felt that his face had been thrown to the ground and trampled on. He was informed like this. Where did he put his image? How could he act cool in front of Cheng Yu!
Feeling bored and irritable, he secretly scolded Luo Ning for being useless. He just pushed him gently and fell down, causing him so many troubles.
It's useless if Qiao Yuming doesn't like it. Where is Father Luo showing off? How could the school easily expose it?
On Monday morning, Luo Ning returned to school and sat down in a familiar seat with excitement. He turned to look at Song Fengxiao and found that Song Fengxiao had cut his hair and looked very energetic. Luo Ning's eyes were bright and he looked around Song Fengxiao's face, "brother Song, long time no see, why are you even more handsome! This hairstyle and facial features are so handsome that my legs go weak."
The corners of Song Fengxiao's mouth curled up slightly. Hearing Luo Ning's enthusiastic praise, he felt a little happy. He also looked at Luo Ning and said, "you have gained weight since you went back to recuperate."
Luo Ning quickly held his round face and drank tonic soup every day. It was difficult not to gain weight. He muttered, "brother Song, I call it plump, not fat. Please use the word more accurately."
He had a fair and smooth appearance, but being a little fatter made him look childish and cute. Song Fengxiao glanced at his fair neck, and a thought came to his mind, did he look like a little white pig all over?
The deskmate sitting in front had sore teeth. He desn't know why, but the two people obviously got along quite normally, but the atmosphere was inexplicable, making it impossible for others to get in. It was like there was a strange barrier.
Thinking of Luo Ning's results this time, he felt like he had swallowed a lemon. He also wanted to hug his thighs!!
Luo Ning rose so fast in the monthly exams that everyone in the class was surprised, especially the last few classmates, who were even more sour. They had agreed to be scumbags together, so why did Luo Ning abandon them and run away?
Although they were surprised, everyone was still in a good mood and did not think that Luo Ning was cheating. After all, during this period of time, Luo Ning listened carefully to the lectures and worked on the questions. They watched every little progress. Some students seemed to have been given a shot of blood. Luo Ning knows how to work hard, how can they slack off!
At lunch time, Luo Ning can eat the nutritious meal package delivered by the driver and does not have to go to the crowded canteen. However, it is not good for him to eat alone, so he should go with Song Fengxiao. He has difficulty moving and walks slowly, but Song Fengxiao will wait for him patiently...
Originally going back to the classroom, Luo Ning passed by the intersection beside the birch tree. Several buildings over there were dormitories. Luo Ning suddenly became curious. He hadn't seen them yet.
"Brother Song, can I go to your dormitory to sit for a while?"
"Satisfy my curiosity."
Song Fengxiao always liked to be clean, and his dormitory was also in order. He didn't mind Luo Ning looking at it, but he glanced at Luo Ning's feet. There was something wrong with the elevator in the dormitory, and the dormitory was on the fifth floor.
Luo Ning said he could do it, but it was only on the fifth floor and he could move.
But when he reached the third floor, Luo Ning couldn't help but panting. He was holding the escalator, his feet were sore and numb, and he couldn't exert himself.
Song Fengxiao frowned, pulled him over, put his wrists across his legs, and easily held him on his back.
Luo Ning hugged Song Fengxiao's neck and smiled: "Brother Song, you are so kind."
Song Fengxiao froze, why did he carry the person on his back? Can he help him?
This bee must be chuckling.
He regretted it in his heart, but this person was already on his back, so Song Fengxiao could only move forward. Luo Ning leaned against the edge of his neck, and his shallow breath fell into his ear.
Song Fengxiao tilted his head and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't get so close."
Luo Ning groaned, adjusted his position, twisted his butt, and felt an itch on Song Fengxiao's waist. He pinched Song Fengxiao's arm again, his eyes lit up, "brother Song, you look thin, but your muscles are still pretty hard."
Song Fengxiao felt the close touch behind him, and Luo Ning still touched him. He said angrily: "If you move again, I will throw you down."
Luo Ning became honest now, and lay obediently on Song Fengxiao's back, looking at the stairs in front of him. He was also a little worried that Song Fengxiao was tired. He was the one who wanted to come over, but Song Fengxiao was tired.
But Song Fengxiao had better physical strength than he thought, and he was not out of breath.
This is a dormitory with four beds. There is no smell of sweat or socks, and there are no posters on the wall. It is refreshing and clean, and the quilt is neatly folded.
Luo Ning recognized Song Fengxiao's bunk at first glance because the quilt on that bed was the most squarely folded.
Song Fengxiao brought him a box of milk. Luo Ning gave it to him, but he didn't drink it.
Biting the straw, Luo Ning felt that the conditions of the dormitory were not bad. He looked at an empty bunk and saw that there was nothing on it. "Brother Song, is there no one living there?"
Song Fengxiao hummed casually, "I moved away last semester."
Luo Ning's heart moved and he looked at the dormitory again.
He asked: "How about I move in? I also plan to live on campus."
Luo Ning's home is far away from the school, so he wakes up earlier than the students who live on campus every day. If he lives on campus, he can sleep a little longer.
Song Fengxiao suddenly raised his head and stared at him questioningly. He knew that Little Bee was going to make a fuss, and his thoughts were not simple. It turned out that he wanted to move in with him!
He doesn't care about following him all the time, but he still want to live in the same house with him.
Song Fengxiao said: "You are living well off campus, there is no need to move here."
"You can't get used to the dormitory conditions."
Luo Ning retorted, "why can't I get used to living here? It's nice here. It's more convenient to live on campus."
"I'm such a big man, I can take care of myself."