MTL - The Old Enemy is White Moonlight-Chapter 9 she yelled at me i'm so happy

Early self-study after class

Su Yitong gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun and said, "Old Xu is really strict, he stared at me just now when I drank saliva."

Bian Qian recalled Su Yitong's bold eating, and said seriously:

"He may just be presbyopic, and he can't see clearly whether you are drinking water or swallowing a sword."

"It also makes sense."

Swallowing a mouthful of buns, Su Yitong said again:

"You said that the sports committee has asked for a few days off, why don't you come to class?"

The sports committee is the boy sitting on Lin Nuo's left. He has asked for leave for more than a week since the start of this semester, and he hasn't come back yet.

Bian Qian lay on the desk, closed his eyes and said in a daze:

"do not know."

…

The school bell rang, but it was still cloudy outside.

Both sides of the corridor are covered with colorful umbrellas, and the water on the umbrellas drips down, forming water marks on the ground.

The lights were turned on in the classroom, but it was still a bit dark and the air was sticky.

The physics teacher was speaking a new lesson on the podium, with a low voice, which had the potential of a baritone.

But now it sounds drowsy.

There was a slight pain in the stomach all the time, but Bian Qian didn't pay much attention.

The fountain pen for taking notes also wanted to go on strike, and the handwriting became lighter and lighter every time.

Bian Qian opened the pencil case and took out a new refill, and unscrewed the pen belly.

very perfect.

Just as she was about to put the pencil case back into her schoolbag, her raised arm suddenly paused.

A stream of heat gushed out from the lower body.

not much.

As soon as the pencil case was put back, it was hot again.

Bian Qian looked at the wall clock as if he was facing an enemy, and there were still 5 minutes to finish class.

She wanted to concentrate on listening to the class, but she had to be distracted and pay attention to her surroundings.

After making sure no one was looking this way, Bian Qian buried his hands in the interlayer of his schoolbag, held a soft square object, and put it in his school uniform pocket with his palm.

4 minutes.

She unscrewed the thermos cup at the corner of the table, and tasted it with the tip of her tongue.

It's too hot.

So put it back on the table.

The physics teacher started to draw circuit diagrams.

3 minutes.

"Let's look at this question. The question says that two metal plates of exactly the same size and shape are facing each other horizontally..."

She secretly said in her heart:

Choose c, choose c, believe in Comrade Xiaobian and you will win.

The second hand spins slowly.

There was a dense pain like pinpricks in the abdomen.

The get out of class bell finally rang.

"Okay, let's talk about the next question in the next class, and you can write down in the rest of the time."

The old gentleman yelled that get out of class was over, and left with the book under his arm.

Seeing him stepping out the front door, Bian Qian immediately stood up and walked quickly towards the toilet.

Wang Haixia came by stepping on the class bell.

Bian Qian propped herself up on her elbows to sit up as straight as possible, and opened the textbook.

It was as if someone in the stomach kept pounding his fists in, and with just one movement, he could reach every corner.

The sound of reading was heard in the classroom. She opened the water glass and took several sips before putting it down. Her hands were so soft that she didn't want to move.

"Next, I'll ask two students to read the essay aloud, one paragraph per person."

The English teacher took out two notes from the small wooden box.

"Song Ruolan, Bian Qian."

Bian Qian was stunned for a moment, and stood up holding the book, his legs trembling a little.

The girl in front turned her head and mouthed and asked:

"Me first?"

She forced a smile and nodded slightly.

Fortunately, the dialogue is not very long.

Bian Qian cleared his throat:

"Bethasked, What do you do in an office? Don..."

It really hurts.

She held the book a little higher, out of her face.

"You hunt animals for aliving?"

…

"The pronunciation is very standard, not bad, now let's analyze the first paragraph first."

The advantage of rain is that there is no need to run during the big break.

Su Yitong went to find Duke Zhou early on, with his mouth open facing the roof.

The bell rang, and the originally lifeless class became lively.

Bian Qian lay prone on the table, his sight blocked by the pile of books.

Among the many reference books, there is a particularly colorful one, which is a novel borrowed from the library before.

She stood up and took out the book, found her student card from the middle of the bag, and walked towards the library.

Can't remember what it was borrowed from, but it must have been quite a while.

Let's take a look.

Anyway, it’s just as uncomfortable whether you move or don’t move, and you can borrow this material to read when you go to the library.

"That girl's name is Tan Feng. She is from the attached middle school. She has connections with gangsters outside the school. She often engages in bullying incidents in the school, but some things are suppressed by others. The water in the attached middle school is too deep."

Chi Chuan leaned against the door of class 22, looked at the thoughtful person next to him and asked:

"You asked me to find out what Tan Feng is doing, how dare she come to provoke you?"

Wen Qi put his hands in his trouser pockets, his eyes were like a deep pool:

"To check one thing, what groups are they bullying?"

Chi Chuan: "I heard that they are all introverted girls with poor grades in the class. I even picked up a few screenshots of the video. They are really not human. Do you want to see them? I will send them to you later."

"Okay." Wen Qi said softly, "Are there only introverts with poor grades?"

"Beautiful? I think those girls are all perfect looking. They are so **** beautiful."

Ikekawa reviewed the chat records of the previous few days, and suddenly said:

"Fuck, I remembered something. I don't know if it's true. When Tan Feng was a sophomore in high school, one of the top ten jumped into the river. I heard that it had something to do with people in their own class. Near the abandoned factory not far from the school, but no body was found."

Wen Qi frowned and asked, "Is there any report?"

"There are only photos. I'm really puzzled. There's nothing about it."

The sky outside the corridor was covered with dark clouds, and Wen Qi lowered his eyes, thinking a little.

From her perspective, she happened to see a person holding a book coming out of the back door. Wen Qi bid farewell to Chi Chuan and followed.

The structure of the teaching building where Class 22 is located is like a character "口". The front and back faces the first and second grades of senior high school, the library is on the right, and the entrance hall is on the left. The corridors on the three sides are connected.

The second to fifth floors on the left are empty, which is convenient for sunlight and less rigid.

Bian Qian pushed open the door.

There were not many people in the museum, and the bookshelves were arranged one by one in the wide hall. At the end was a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, as well as tables, chairs, and vending machines.

The light was shining on the bookshelf, and as I walked through the aisle, I happened to see the heavy clouds and heavy rain outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

There is a self-service book return machine on the right after entering the door. I don’t know why it is not open today, and the librarian is not there.

She remembered that there was a librarian's management room inside, so she walked forward according to her vague memory, and when she was about to pass the corner of the bookshelf, a familiar figure approached her.

Looking at each other, Wen Qi said:

"Return the book?"

"Um."

Bian Qian didn't want to be entangled, so she agreed and planned to leave, but Wen Qi grabbed her arm.

"Come here, the teacher is not here today."

"Don't touch me," Bian Qian broke free, and then said indifferently, "Then I won't pay it back."

Before she could take the first step, Wen Qi grabbed her arms and imprisoned her against the wall. While frowning slightly, she looked at Wen Qi and said patiently:

"I said don't touch me."

"Why do you hate me?"

Wen Qi's face is as indifferent as before, but the swirls in his eyes are covered with dark colors:

"Why are you smiling at Song Ruolan? Are you familiar with her?"

Bian Qian couldn't understand Wen Qi's expression, and she didn't know why Song Ruolan was involved, she just felt extremely annoyed:

"Then do I know you very well? I don't care if I want to laugh -"

Before she finished speaking, Wen Qi blocked her mouth with his hands, and the palms around her waist became tighter and tighter. She heard a low and hateful whisper in her ears:

"You all forgot..."

Bian Qian pushed **** the body in front of her, but she couldn't use her strength at all, the book fell down, the dim light was blocked by the bookcase, the light in her sight flickered, and the familiar feeling of suffocation enveloped her. Bian Qian was trembling uncontrollably, and physiological tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Woo-"

Wen Qi was awakened by the coolness on her fingers, and let go of her hands in a panic, while crying too suddenly, Wen Qi watched her tears fall drop by drop, feeling very distressed, but he didn't understand why he provoked her again. Happy, Wen Qi could only say bluntly:

"Don't cry...don't cry."

Bian Qian pushed her away forcefully and cursed:

"asshole!"

Wen Qi was pushed to the side of the bookcase, his skin looked even paler under the dim light. She wanted to go forward and hug Bian Qian, but she woke up again, Bian Qian didn't remember her, she was just a classmate to Bian Qian.

So she was jealous because another girl in Bian Qian's team laughed, in Bian Qian's eyes, she must be making trouble for no reason.

There is no suitable starting point for what she wants to do now.

After all, two years is enough time to forget a person who only had a short contact, let alone the earlier intersection.

Those pasts are now only remembered by her.

Wen Qi's eyes were dim, and he finally took a step back and said with restraint:

"Feel sorry."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Bian Qian looked at Dao's back and left without hesitation, feeling even more irritable in her heart, with a trace of inexplicable loss.

She wiped away two tears suddenly, and followed:

"Don't go!"

She grabbed the man's hand and said fiercely:

"Give me back the book!"

Bian Qian looked at Wen Qi with a trace of astonishment in her eyes, and she turned towards her with murderous eyes:

"What are you looking at! You are allowed to kill me, and I am not allowed to kill you! Don't look!"

Return book corner.

Wen Qi pulled away the chair next to the computer desk to let Bian Qian sit in, and sat in front of the computer to enter the password.

"Did you bring the student card?"

Bian Qian held the face of the card with his fingertips and handed it over, with pink eyes that couldn't be concealed.

Wen Qi turned on the system and scanned the barcode on the side of the book with the handle:

"The teacher in charge of supervising this part often travels on business. If the book return machine is not working, you can come to me directly."

Bian Qian said indifferently:

"Oh."

"All right."

Another girl with a book came in outside the door, Bian Qian took the campus card and was about to leave, but was stopped again:

"Wait a minute," Wen Qi pulled her arm, "something is about to fall out."

Reluctantly, Bian Qian lowered her head along her line of sight, and saw a small pink corner suddenly appearing outside the coat pocket.

There was a lot of people coming and going at the door of the library, Wen Qi stood up and stood in front of her, pushed the sanitary napkin in with his fingertips and whispered in her ear:

"The pockets of the school uniform are too shallow, be careful next time."

Originally, only one librarian was allowed to work in the area, but now there are two people squeezed out, especially when Wen Qi stood up, Bian Qian's whole body was almost attached to the other's, and the warm breath forced her to slightly Leaning back, his cold face was dyed crimson, Bian Qian stared at Wen Qi with sour eyes, and said hoarsely:

"thanks."

The girl at the door came here.

Bian Qian strode out, walking so fast that he even forgot to say goodbye.

Wen Qi kept staring at the shallow back, sliding down from the smooth ponytail, landing on the girl's thin shoulders, the waist under the wide school uniform, and the outline of the legs set off by the folds of the sports pants when walking.

So lovely.

How can Bian Qian think of her.

She wanted to tear up all the dirty eyes she once cast on Yi Bianqian.

"President, the plug of the book return machine has been unplugged, and I don't know which student did it. Why are you playing pranks when you have nothing to do?"

Wen Qi said indifferently:

"I pulled it out."

"Huh? Oh...President, it seems that you are not on duty today."

"I'm reading."

"Oh."