chapter052 Blatantly.

The small road near the Internet café street is empty, and the street lights are dim and cold.

Shen Jiaheng unceremoniously punched Bi Chu in the face, caught off guard, he took a few steps back, wiped the back of his hand against the corner of his lips, and let out a light "hiss", "Can you not slap your face." ”

"Okay." Shen Jiaheng laughed, grabbed Bi Chu's collar expressionlessly, threw it heavily against the wall next to him, and kicked him in the abdomen.

Bi Chu snorted, coughed with his hands on his chest, and felt a fishy sweet smell surging up in his throat, he leaned against the wall, looked up at Shen Jiaheng, and pulled his mouth and smiled: "It's powerful enough, are you going to kill me?" ”

"I really want to kill you."

“………… So many years of brotherhood eaten by dogs? ”

"Well, it was eaten by a dog."

Shen Jiaheng leaned lazily against the wall, moved his hands and muscles, and looked directly at the past with a cold gaze, "I'm tired, rest for a while and then fight." ”

A few points of sweat oozed from Bi Chu's forehead, and he slowly raised his eyebrows: "............?" "Coming back?

Is this guy still addicted?

Bi Chu also learned today that it turned out that Shen Jiaheng had had different feelings for Su Qi for many years, and he still looked like he was in love, and he had goosebumps at that time. At that time, before he could buffer it, he was swept over by Shen Jiaheng's fist with red eyes, and his eyes were dizzy for a while.

He rubbed the corners of his forehead, "Shen Jiaheng, what are you crazy about......

Another fist came out.

I've never been beaten like this.

At that time, I felt that Shen Jiaheng was particularly abnormal, and even wondered if he had suffered some terrible blow, I wanted to comfort him, who knew that he was like a clockwork walking beating machine, no emotion, no trace of emotion, just knew that when he was aimed at him, he slammed his fist, every time it seemed to be trying his best, punching to the flesh, without hesitation.

Bi Chu stretched out his leg and pinned it to his knee and twisted Shen Jiaheng's entire right arm backwards. With just one move, he unloaded his domineering strength, bent his knees to the side, and Bi Chu took Shen Jiaheng's collar and saluted him a few times, "Shen Jiaheng, what the hell is wrong with you today!" I've eaten gunpowder! ”

"No, it's just uncomfortable." His peach blossom eyes were no longer joking, they were filled with anger, but his voice was full of laughter, casual and unbeaten.

"What's wrong?"

"It's not comfortable anywhere." He tilted his head and moved his neck.

“…………？”

Taking advantage of the moment when Bi Chu was distracted, Shen Jiaheng fought back violently, pounced like a beast, pressed Bi Chu to the ground, straddled his waist with his legs apart, pressed the whole person up, pulled his collar down with his hand, and red eyes: "You are a fucking cheap!" ”

As if furious, the gas valve before the pressure cooker exploded spun rapidly, about to rise to the highest temperature.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Do you know how sad Su Qi is!" He seemed to be smiling angrily, the curvature of the corners of his lips slowly rose, and his indifferent face was clear and couldn't suppress the fierce anger, "Forget, you don't have a heart at all." ”

Bi Chu was silent for a moment.

"I used to think, you snatched what I liked, so should I take away what you care about." Shen Jiaheng curled her lips and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Do you think I'm naïve?" ”

Bi Chu slowly raised his head and squinted at him, covering the indifferent and dangerous light in his eyes.

He slowly stood up and let out a faint "um" from his nasal voice, "Sort of." ”

He spread out his hands, like a kite flying in the wind, empty, facing Shen Jiaheng's direction, "Forget it, you can fight." ”

***

When Song Jiu arrived, Shen Jiaheng seemed to be tired, and he and Bi Chu were sitting there with one against the wall and the other sitting lazily.

The boy's forehead hair was wet with sweat, sticking to the corners of his forehead, his eyelids drooped, his elbows were on one of his bent legs, his bony fingers were drooping down, and his whole body was full of a little depressed atmosphere, and his expression was cold, like a wandering flower and leaf without touching his body, and he couldn't find the bloody blood and fierce shadow of the fight at all.

The faint light fell on his face, and Song Jiu could still see the purple-blue bruises on the corners of his mouth, the side of his face, and the color of blood after scraping his skin.

And the initiator was leaning against the wall as if the old god was there, holding a cigarette in his right hand, and the scarlet light flickered brightly.

"Shen Jiaheng, what are you doing beating him!"

Song Jiu walked over in two steps and three steps, she wanted to help Bi Chu up, but Bi Chu blocked back, he raised his head, his eyebrows were raised with spring in his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse, and he smiled in his words, but he was not light at all: "Let me sit for a while, I don't have the strength to stand up." ”

Why is it so pathetic?

It's so pitiful, I'm beaten so much that I can't stand up.

Song Jiu pursed her lips, squatted down, and finally, she said with difficulty: "Do you hurt?" ”

Looking at her eyes with a layer of autumn water, her eyes were clear and glowing, Bi Chu's fingertips rubbed against the tails of her eyes, and smiled: "Don't cry, I don't hurt." ”

He pulled at the wound at the corner of his lips, and his voice was hoarse with pain.

Shen Jiaheng couldn't stand it anymore, and felt that his existence was superfluous.

He tilted his head, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, grabbed Song Jiu's hand, dragged her up, and took a few steps away.

"You ask me why I hit him?" Shen Jiaheng snorted, glanced at her and calmly withdrew his gaze.

"Well, aren't you good brothers?"

"Oh." Shen Jiaheng's eyes were slightly dark, tilted her head and clasped her hand on the wall behind Song Jiu, picked up the cigarette butt with the other hand, lowered his head and took a hard breath, the smoke reflected his face dimly, "Who said that good brothers can't fight?" ”

Song Jiu turned his head sideways and coughed a few times, with a little sporadic tears in his eyes.

"Shen Jiaheng!" Bi Chu walked quickly to Song Jiu's side and protected the girl behind him, his voice was deep and hoarse, "You beast?" ”

Shen Jiaheng extinguished the cigarette butt on the trunk of the tree on the side, raised his dark eyebrows, laughed lowly, and looked lazy: "Don't worry, I know you are." ”

In the end, he patted him on the shoulder meaningfully: "Dude, I'm angry, you get better quickly." ”

As soon as Luo Qi came, she saw Shen Jiaheng walking over with a cold face, and when she passed by, she saw that Shen Jiaheng still had a little injury on his face, and the light was dim, if he didn't look at it closely, he couldn't see it at all.

"Shen Jiaheng, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Jiaheng's footsteps paused slightly, and he looked back at her lightly, "It's okay." ”

"Who did you fight with?"

He didn't reply, and walked straight over, still unslowing.

"Which pervert hit you! It's so damning! ”

She roared loudly, and Bi Chu coughed slightly.

However, when Luo Qi walked forward again, he saw Song Jiu and Bi Chu sitting on a bench nearby, and his expression stiffened suddenly.

Because, the injuries on Bi Chu's face and body seem to be more obvious and serious.

Could it be that the person who fought with Shen Jiaheng was Bi Chu? And it seems that Shen Jiaheng is more powerful than Bi Chu, but the strange thing is that their relationship is not very good, why do they fight?

"Jiujiu, this ...... What's going on? "She was a little incredulous and almost lost her ability to organize her language for a while.

"Who did you just say?" Song Jiu asked.

Luo Qi: "Ah, I...... I retract what I just said. "After all, she doesn't want to be such an inexplicable old man.

Song Jiu added with a grudge: "Shen Jiaheng is a pervert." ”

***

The night was quiet, and the air was filled with the faint smell of printed fonts between the pages, with the occasional slight sound of the pages turning.

There are a few students scattered in the seats in the library.

There is a 30-minute break between evening self-study classes, and when the final exam is approaching, some students choose to review in the classroom, and some students choose to go to the library. However, because it was only 30 minutes, it took some time to go back and forth, and the road was cold, so most students chose to stay in the classroom or lie on their desks to rest for a while.

Song Jiu and Bi Chu went to the library together.

The two sat facing each other reading a book and reviewing. Song Jiu was brushing up English question types, and from time to time he turned out the dictionary to look up a word he didn't know.

"Pick C."

"Oh." Song Jiu's pen that had not fallen for a long time wrote the answer on the paper, because of the stalemate of thinking for a long time, a small circle of ink leaked out of the edge of the nib, causing the first stroke on the paper to be particularly heavy.

Song Jiu looked at the slightly chubby answer and frowned: "How do you know?" ”

"You've been stuck on this cloze question for almost ten minutes."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his naturally drooping forehead hair half covered his narrow dark eyes, indifferent and affectionate.

“…………？”

"I've just been looking at you."

Bi Chu propped up one hand on the table, supporting his chin, his jaw line was sharp and smooth, and the other hand turned the black gel pen casually.

Song Jiu suddenly felt his heart beat a few times, and silently stared at the large and small printed fonts on the paper, feeling that he didn't recognize a single word.

Staring at her all the time?

Doesn't he want to write homework for review?

Staring all the time, doesn't that mean that she can't write the answer, and when she is anxious and irritable, he has seen all the small actions of biting the cap of the pen?

Song Jiu raised his eyes and glanced at Bi Chu with a weak heart, feeling that the speed of his heartbeat was speeding up again, and the lively deer was excitedly bumping everywhere and happily crashing to death.

This person is really, I don't know if I'm too good-looking, I can't look at other people?! Seduce, deliberately seduc! Blatant seduction!

Song Jiu still couldn't help but bend his lips, ready to write down the next question.

"Pick D." His voice was beautiful, clear and gentle.

Regardless of whether the answer was correct or not, Song Jiu subconsciously filled in the answer.

Then he felt that something was wrong, and hesitated, how did he know so quickly?

Bi Chu smiled: "Don't believe me? ”

Song Jiu nodded: "A little." ”

She quickly looked up the answers in the booklet, and it was amazing, it was really these two answers.

"I've brushed this set of questions before." Bi Chu explained with a smile.

"You're still doing questions?" It's unbelievable, Song Jiu remembered the shadow days of doing homework for the big guy before, and his hands were trembling.

"Aren't I working on the question right now?"

But just now, I was just staring at others, and the pen was just a decoration in my hand.

"I've passed a grade because of some things before, so I've done all the questions that should be done."

"In the future, anyone who can't come to me, I'll teach."

"Hmm." Song Jiu nodded, because she didn't ask anything, and she didn't want to ask, she just felt that Bi Chu was very good now, and that was enough.

She suddenly thought of something and asked, "Why are you and Shen Jiaheng fighting?" ”