Chapter 5 Tell me, who beat me

Ning Ming was holding a pale green classmate in his hand.

There are a lot of Dragon Ball cartoon stickers on the hard cover of the classmate record.

These stickers were all collected by him from bubble gum and crispy noodles back then, and when he saw these patterns that were not delicate or even a little secondary, Ning Ming's face was full of old fatherly smiles.

Turning the first page of the cover, Ning Ming's gaze was attracted.

In the name column is a "steamer".

It doesn't matter what it's called at this moment, the important thing is that there is a column below that is "your first impression of me".

The "I" in this naturally refers to Ning Ming, the owner of the classmate record.

And then the answer given by this Sao Nian is-

"That hairstyle of yours looks like my downstairs teddy. โ€

"Wattrefak?!"

Ning Ming raised his arm at a gallop and touched the natural roll that he was proud of and fluffy.

What kind of impression is this?

With such an international style and such an artist's hairstyle, how can you describe it like a dog?

Vulgar! Indecent! Aesthetic collapse!

Hum!

Ning Ming was so angry that he turned to the next page-

Name: Kun Xu.

Address: None

Phone: None

Blood Type: None

Date of birth: None

Your first impression of me: poor.

What do you want to say to me: I don't have much to say to you.

"Huh. โ€

"Every entry, between the lines, is full of opinions about me, Xu Kun. โ€

"Your message is really as interesting as your name!"

Ning Ming felt that the classmates were very unfriendly, what about good memories and good youth?

Even more annoying is yet to come-

What do you want to say to me?

"Dear child, you are in the most prosperous age of your life, you have a great youth to write a better future, may you grow up strong and smooth sailing. โ€

"God collapses and thrives!"

Ning Ming glanced at the name, and he didn't know it very well.

I don't know, I thought it was his father, his mother, and his loving elders who wrote the classmates......

This thing is forcing the king to change, right?

It's much more high-end to take advantage of it than to say directly that I'm your father!

Rolling his eyes, Ning Ming was so angry that he closed the classmate record, and he was in no mood to look at the back.

"It turns out that I used to be as pure as a white lotus?!Why am I being bullied like this?"

"What a kind young man I was when I was young. Ning Ming couldn't help but shake his head with emotion.

"By the way, how did Zhou Tong write it?"

Thinking of this, his uncontrollable curiosity drove his hand to open the classmate record that he had just closed, but this time he took out the hand speed of being single for many years, and flipped it over with a thunderbolt, for fear of seeing something annoying again.

It's not easy to travel back, and I don't know if I can have a chance to wear it again.

We must cherish life and cherish opportunities......

However, after turning around, he fell silent.

I didn't see Zhou Tong's name, only the content of one page was extremely suspicious.

It's just that Ning Ming doesn't want to admit it.

The page readโ€”

Name: Your grandmother

Age: Not very large

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Your first impression of me: Little curly, not a good type

What do you want to say to me: love the land, so don't go abroad

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"It's not objective, it's so unobjective. โ€

Ning Ming couldn't help but hold his forehead.

It's not that the logic of the sentence "I love the country so I don't go abroad" is as spiritual as "life is a Chinese person, death is the soul of China, and it is absolutely impossible for me to learn a foreign language".

The main thing is the previous sentence, saying that he has small curly hair and is not a good type.

Let Ning Ming sneer again and again, she is another woman with collapsed aesthetics, and there is always a lack of appreciation for beauty in this world.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but pick up a mirror next to the desk, looked at himself in the mirror, raised his hand and smoothed a few hairs on the top of his head that were similar to Teddy, pursed his lips to concave the single dimple on the right side of his face, and sighed, "Hey, is it so difficult to admit that others are good-looking?"

Close the class register.

Ning Ming decided to seal it permanently, such an unfriendly and provocative thing has no memory, and there are also annoying memories, such memories, don't do it.

Hmph!โ•ญ(โ•ฏ^โ•ฐ)โ•ฎ

Angry SKR people!

"Gollum. โ€

An empty city sounded from the belly.

I looked up at the wall clock on the wall.

Unknowingly, it was already time for dinner.

Pushing the door out, it was pitch black, no one in the living room, no one turned on the lights, a little deserted, lifeless.

Dad and Mom haven't come home yet, and even Ning Jin's room is extremely quiet.

Fortunately, Ning Ming is extremely adaptable to such an environment.

Or even a little enjoyable.

In his previous life, whether he was abroad or lived alone after returning to China, he lived alone like a lone ranger all year round.

There is no true friend, there is no one to talk to each other, he doubts everything, he turtles everything.

So it's better to enjoy solitude and enjoy the state of being free and unrestrained.

"What might you like to eat?"

After running to the kitchen to rummage through boxes and cabinets for a long time, he aimed at a chicken in the refrigerator that had fallen out of its hair and had been stripped of its internal organs and died miserably.

"Okay, just eat a **. โ€

Having made up his mind to put on an apron, Ning Ming suddenly hesitated when he took the chicken out.

The chicken in his hand is hard, and it is completely a big ice lump.

When the thaw is good, it is estimated that he will starve to death first.

Forget it...... The stomach does not allow.

Ning Ming shook his head and put the chicken back in the refrigerator freezer, found the noodles and came out, thinking that there was no need for big fish and meat to eat, and it was not impossible to solve it simply.

Find the shrimp skin and sprinkle it in the boiling pot.

Another packet of luncheon meat was opened, cut into slices and placed in a bowl.

Finally, I baked two fried eggs, found the leftover meat foam in the refrigerator, and added some cowpeas.

So a simple bowl of noodles was freshly baked......

Serving the table, Ning Ming took the chopsticks and didn't take a bite for a long time.

He looked in the direction of Ning Jin's room, hesitated for a while, got up and walked over and knocked on the door, trying to turn the doorknob without moving, the door was already locked from the inside.

"Ning Jin, it's time to eat. โ€

Ning Ming shouted.

Since he is determined to mend the brotherly relationship, it is natural to do every detail well.

Especially Ning Jin, who doesn't recognize his six relatives on the outside, but is actually a sensitive group of pretending criminals in his heart, he has to take into account his feelings about his fragile glass heart.

However, after shouting for a long time, I didn't get the slightest movement.

"Hey, you don't even want to talk to me when you're abused playing games?

Ning Ming once again offered the tried and tested method of agitation.

Sure enough, not long after these words fell, the doorknob in front of him rattled and was opened from the inside.

"Ning Ming, I said are you sick in the brain?"

As soon as the door opened, Ning Jin stepped out with a brutal expression, and pushed Ning Ming impatiently with both hands.

The latter took a few steps back and slammed into the wall lightly and heavily, and without getting angry, he pouted towards the restaurant, "Eat, do yours." โ€

"Grass~ I heard you right. โ€

Ning Jin spat at Xingzi disdainfully, and looked over with a mocking voice, "I said, did you go out today and be beaten up?

"No, I just wanted you to appreciate your brother's cooking. Ning Ming said seriously.

"Huh?"

Ning Jin sneered disdainfully, "I'm afraid you'll poison me." โ€

"Young man, your attitude is very discordant, I am kind enough to cook for you, but you question my intentions. โ€

Ning Ming pursed his lips and shook his head as if he was very sad.

He didn't want to make the atmosphere too heavy, he felt that speaking in this way was better than saying 10,000 sentences of truth that was almost about family affection.

It's just that Ning Jin didn't seem to be useful, he stared at Ning Ming with a smile, "It seems that you were indeed beaten outside, what's the matter?

"I'm telling you, there's no door!"

"Not only that, but I also want to applaud the person who beat you up, and thank him for doing the right thing for heaven and eliminating harm for the people, right?"

Ning Jin's eyes continued to shoot sharp edges, and after he finished speaking, he turned around and slammed the door shut.

Standing in place, Ning Ming was stunned for a while, and shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

The estrangement was far more difficult to dissolve than he thought, but no one was to blame.

To overthrow the high wall that has been built over many years is tantamount to wishful thinking.

Anyway, I don't have to make another bowl of noodles, but I don't have to worry about it.

After the meal, until late at night, the clock on the wall was already pointing to twelve o'clock.

But Mom and Dad haven't come home yet.

Ning Ming put down the officialdom appearance record in his hand, looked sleepy, and prepared to wash and sleep.

Fortunately, he is not a mobile phone syndrome patient, otherwise in this era without smartphones, he would not have to die of boredom.

Rinsing the water from his mouth with a mouthwash cup, he put his toothbrush back in place, and then took a bottle of facial cleanser and looked up at the mirror.

"Ahh

Suddenly there was a scream, and the hairs around Ning Ming's body exploded.

I saw a dark figure standing silently behind him at the open bathroom door.

Hidden in the darkness of the living room, leaning against the door frame with his hands behind his back, the pair of pale pupils in the mirror stared at him grimly.

"Ning Jin, you, you, what do you want to do?"

Ning Ming was frightened...... The handsome face is discolored, and the quality wall is separated.

Quickly threw away the facial cleanser in his hand, and turned around to look at each other vigilantly.

As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of minors doing it, you are afraid that minors will go crazy.

And through the series of confrontations just now, Ning Jin seemed to be such a devil underage in his heart.

Look at the hand behind his back.

Ning Ming's forehead couldn't help but ooze cold sweat.

What are you doing behind your hands, knives, or other murder weapons?

What does he want to do? What is he going to do?!

Risking the world's disapproval to kill your brother?

Just because you lost the game?

Woo, I didn't play with him if I knew he was so perverted.

Woo, I didn't do this in my last life, could it be that a series of practices that I wanted to make up for the brotherly relationship caused the butterfly effect?

Woo, that's too much to pay.

Darkness makes people's hearts fragile, and Ning Ming panicked at this moment.

"Ning Jin, let's have something to say, don't be impulsive. โ€

He raised his hand, his lips trembled, and he couldn't get out when he reached his throat.

At this moment, Ning Jin was the first to speak.

The tone is still so cold-

"Tell me, who beat me?"