The next day, Tang Qiqi got up early in the morning.

On the first day of school, I didn't want to be late.

Putting on the boys' school uniform, Tang Qiqi pulled the zipper of his coat directly to his head and pressed it against his chin.

Cover the neck that is easy to show the stuffing, buckle the hat and tidy it up, and then go out with the schoolbag.

Along the way, Tang Qiqi's mobile phone in his pocket vibrated non-stop.

Since her mobile phone number was leaked, the person has been like a debt collector, and he will be bombarded with text messages when the phone can't get through.

blocked one, and soon another unfamiliar number came in.

It's just a business robbery, and it's not digging his ancestral grave, as for it?

was tricked by the gold owner, and the living expenses for the next week were not settled.

Thinking of this, Tang Qiqi irritably pressed his hat even lower.

Turn your head and look out the window at the view.

The bus stops at the transfer station, and most of the people who get on the bus here are in the same destination as Tang Qiqi.

The car stopped, and people wearing the same school uniforms as Tang Qiqi swarmed up, and the car was crowded in three or two clicks.

Tang Qiqi wore headphones and looked out the window quietly.

Suddenly, the girl sitting next to her got up and left, and then a tall figure appeared in front of her.

Tang Qiqi had the urge to turn the volume in the headphones to the maximum, and the hat on his head to the lowest, so that it was best to block his face together.

The moment the boy sat down, the smell of tobacco mixed with laundry detergent came to his nose.

A unique cold aura lingered on the side, and Tang Qiqi twisted his head uncomfortably to the place outside the window.

The people who got on the bus one after another filled almost every gap in the car.

"TM, a transfer student dares to be so arrogant." The last person to come up, the school uniform jacket was draped over his shoulders, and he was biting into the fritters in his mouth, and his face was full of unhappiness.

The person who followed him swiped his card, found a place to stand firm, and said, "Anyway, I already know what class he is from, and I will block him later." ”

The two of them talked as if no one else was talking.

The space in the car was originally small, and although Tang Qiqi couldn't see anyone, he listened to the conversation between the two word for word.

Suddenly, the person standing not far from her whispered, "What are you doing, you don't see the person behind you?" ”

The one who spoke, Tang Qiqi had seen it, it was the inch-headed boy in the shape of a lighter.

When the person biting the churron heard this, he turned his head sharply and looked back.

Ben's stomach was sullen and there was nowhere to spill, but the people who swept through the crowd to the seats behind him instantly softened his clenched fists.

smiled wryly, "I'm sorry, I didn't see Brother Qi there." ”

After saying that, he really closed his mouth and obediently bit the breakfast in his mouth.

The car finally stopped, and the people in the car rolled out of the car like dumplings.

Tang Qiqi sat by the window, and could only wait for the people around him to leave before getting up.

But the people in the car were almost finished, and the people around them were holding their hats and closing their eyes, and there was no sign of waking up for a long time.

Tang Qiqi couldn't sit still, stood up and was about to step over gently.

But the man in the chair opened his eyes at some point and stood up.

Tang Qiqi didn't pay attention to crashing into someone's chest, and he didn't stand firm for a while and took a few steps back.

A strong hand grabbed her in time.

"Thank you."

Tang Qiqi lowered his hat, buried his head and was about to leave.

But the hand on the arm was still pulling her.

Tang Qiqi turned his head puzzled, and the moment his eyes met, the other party's good-looking cold eyes fell into view.

Those eyes were staring at her.

Tang Qiqi was uncomfortable, and was just about to make a reminder, but the hand of his arm let go.

She picked up her school bag, walked straight past the boy, and got out of the car.

In the entire carriage, only the tall boy in the back was left.

The hand that was still hanging in the air remained in the position it had just released.

The afterglow swept to the back of a hurried departure.

Thinking of the little arm he had just grabbed, the young man's eyebrows frowned.

Lost weight.

That little arm, thin.