Next to the stadium, there is a small building, half of which is an old mud house, and half of it is connected to a self-built brick house. Liu Qingyuan came from the corner of the stadium, where two huge banyan trees covered the fence and a low, flat-roofed house, which was the landlord's one-story kitchen.

Liu Qingyuan walked through the bottom of the banyan tree to the wall, where there was an iron fence. Liu Qingyuan grabbed the railing with both hands, and his thin body jumped up, tiptoeing, and easily flipped over. Walking more than a meter on the top of the fence, you will reach the roof of the kitchen.

Liu Qingyuan walked into the second floor, returned to his small room, sat on the wooden chair with his buttocks, and poured cold boiled water first to calm down. He looked around, and then touched the back of his head, as if something was chilling in his head, as if something was following him.

Liu Qingyuan held a round mirror and looked at the person in the mirror seriously, his skin was very dry and rough, his eyes were slightly small and bright, he had a flat head, the roof was prominent, and his eyebrows were raised.

He also saw his own face and head. His clothes were covered with mud, and his head was torn open. Liu Qingyuan was far from satisfied with his appearance, so he took off his glasses again, and his 300-degree myopia made him look a little hazy, but that face and outline did have the handsomeness of a young man.

Gradually, there seemed to be a phantom in the mirror, and the person in the mirror was full of domineering spirit...... When the phantom overlapped with reality, Liu Qingyuan suddenly woke up, and when he thought of the skulls he saw today, a cool breeze rose from the back of his head, and his neck was cold.

Liu Qingyuan settled down, and hurriedly took a towel and basin to take a bath......

The bathroom was downstairs, and Liu Qingyuan saw that the landlord was stir-frying in the kitchen, and his heart finally settled down a lot. The landlord is an old woman in her forties, who only grows and cooks at home, and has no job, but her husband is a driver who pulls goods.

The smell of food wafted from the kitchen, and the landlord's picking was a little picky, but the craftsmanship was really good. When taking a bath, Liu Qingyuan suddenly remembered Chen Li, and that Wang Qingli surged into his heart, lingering, and a beam of evil fire suddenly rose under his lower abdomen.

"The people of Iraq are pure, why are they blasphemous?" Liu Qingyuan complained in his heart that he was not angry, felt that he should not be like this, and his ideas were inappropriate.

In his eyes, Chen Li is knowledgeable, pure and beautiful, and has a kind of stubbornness like a girl, she is very strong in all aspects, he admires, admires and likes it very much. So Liu Qingyuan didn't dare and couldn't think in that direction.

After taking a shower, Liu Qingyuan ate something casually and hurried to the classroom for self-study.

He sat in the last row, and he had been sitting alone. Later, because he was good at studying, a classmate took the initiative to ask the teacher to sit next to him. This classmate is about 1.8 meters, with long legs and a thin waist, hot hair flying, a fashionable outfit, quite Korean, his name is Wang Fan.

Liu Qingyuan sat in his seat, looked up at the female classmate in front of him on the left, and continued to work with his head down.

Curiosity is one of his great hobbies, especially when solving problems, he can calm down and complete tasks without distractions. Others dare not say that in terms of achievements, Liu Qingyuan does have the qualifications to be proud.

Since his first year of high school, he would listen carefully at first, but then he stopped listening to the teacher's lectures and learned by himself, and later asked himself to adjust his position to the last row. Inevitably, even though he worked hard, his grades kept falling, and the head teacher criticized him for this, saying that his learning method was wrong.

However, in just one year, Liu Qingyuan impressed the head teacher, diligence can make up for clumsiness, and he is not clumsy, Liu Qingyuan did not live up to the teacher's expectations. Of course, there is an unattainable mountain in front of him, Chen Li has been the number one in the class since the first to the third year of high school, and the student number is naturally ranked according to the grades, and Liu Qingyuan is only the fifth. Now that Chen Li is a member of the study committee, she can empty the power of the class leader, because the teachers are more willing to let her do things. Compared with other abilities, Chen Li almost completely beat Liu Qingyuan, everything seems to be so perfect, so perfect that it is unattainable.

Therefore, Liu Qingyuan can only take a sneak look behind his back. As for the other thoughts, they have been extinguished by him before they have arisen.

He has been warning himself: reason controls everything, including feelings!

The family is poor and does not talk about feelings, only about poetry and books.

His desk was full of review books and some classics, which he had picked up at a stall in front of the school, and he regarded them as treasures.

In a blink of an eye, it was the third self-study class, Wang Fan came back from smoking, listening to music leisurely with an MP4, and looking at some pictures, Liu Qingyuan accidentally glanced at it. Immediately stunned. mp4 bye bye flowers, all of them are unsightly pictures.

Suddenly, Liu Qingyuan's brain buzzed, and his eyes couldn't be taken away. Wang Fan saw that Liu Qingyuan was also watching, so he took off his headphones and said softly: "Do you know about the nude photos recently?" ”

"I don't know".

"Edison Chen knows, it's the one in the story of playing the new policeman, it's a bunker, look at these pictures......"

Liu Qingyuan suddenly realized that the villain in the new police story is indeed very different.

Wang Fan pointed to a photo on the picture and said, "Hey, Qingyuan, look at this one, it doesn't look like Liu Yulin in our class...... It's just that Liu Yulin is not so beautiful, and her breasts are not so big, this is a peerless murder weapon."

Liu Qingyuan stared at the picture, his face flushed. He replied and continued to study, but his mind was full of those pictures, white, soft, and fleshy...... Lingering!

Wang Fan didn't notice Liu Qingyuan's abnormality, he listened to the song, still savoring those resources with relish.

Liu Qingyuan silently recited in his heart: "Don't look at incivility, don't listen to incivility, don't speak incivility, don't move incivility...... Reading poetry and books hard, he has an almost paranoid belief in the words of saints.

"Preserve the principles of heaven, destroy people's desires, use the rationality of life, come suddenly without being surprised, and add without reason without anger......"

"Life is so bitter, idealism is immovable, we should emphasize a realm, things come like the sea, things go like a shadow disappearing in the sky, since the economy changes and does not move the dust!"

Liu Qingyuan reviewed the relevant classics, and the demonic thoughts in his heart finally calmed down a little, he casually pulled out this ancient classic, and continued to work hard. Whenever he has a wave in his heart, he often prefers to read ancient texts because it can calm his mind.

Emperor Zhao Heng of the Song Dynasty is right, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and there is a golden house in the book.

Wang Fan didn't understand this, after reading it several times, he didn't feel anything new, isn't it just a matter of a few holes in a pinch of hair, he has seen too much, that's all, this good thing has to be shared, he secretly looked at Liu Qingyuan, his eyes narrowed slightly.

When he was about to end class, Wang Fan said with a smile: "Qingyuan, studying so hard, you have to pay attention to efficiency, relax and relax, this mp4 is lent to you, and you are so refreshing at night."

I can't help but say that the mp4 was stuffed into Liu Qingyuan's hand.

Liu Qingyuan was stunned for a long time, and finally secretly hid the thing. Sneaked home at night.