Chapter 029 Equinox.

No. 1 Middle School has always had a very good teaching atmosphere, and it is still a well-known century-old school, which is said to be shaded by blessings, and it has not been bombarded by warlords from all walks of life in the war, and it has survived majestically to this day.

While admiring the architectural scenery on campus, the dean of students slowly inspected and felt that everything was very beautiful.

But after a while, the sense of relief he had built up collapsed.

Not far ahead, a group of people were chasing a girl in this direction.

The girl is dressed in a school uniform with short hair, her eyes are as clean as glass beads, and she looks like a good student who is obedient, and she is completely different from the group of people chasing her behind, and she can be preliminarily judged to be the weak party who is being bullied.

He lifted the frame of his glasses and looked behind him with a half-squinted eye.

Some wore dreadlocks, some wore wigs of different colors, and their torn costumes were matched with exaggerated trivial jewelry.

It also ran out of a very social pace.

That posture is almost a tattoo of a big flower arm on the arm, the left green dragon and the right white tiger.

The dean twisted his two thick black sword eyebrows, and he didn't feel angry.

This group of melon babies who don't make people worry! There is no longer a bit of contemporary teenager aesthetics!

"Stop, stop!"

Sun Yingyu in front is not so ostentatious, but there is a metal skull pendant on his chest, black short sleeves and light-colored jeans, which is neat and tidy.

"Why don't you just get a tattoo?" The dean of students stopped at the front.

"I'm afraid it hurts." The girl who was asked replied very crisply.

"How many classes, what are you doing when you don't go to class?"

Song Jiu said her situation like a life-saving straw, she was here for physical education class.

Although it took several times for the dean to hear what she said.

If bad luck can be divided into levels, then Song Jiu really thinks that she has reached the eighth life of blood mold, and the small transparent setting is vividly played in other aspects, and it is of no use to her. Only in the matter of being bullied, she was chased by the school bully at both ends in three days, and if she was tough, she would be in a hurry to find death.

Sun Yingyu and the others were not so lucky, they couldn't explain it, so they had to turn around and run.

Because of this episode, Song Jiu was late for a long time when he went to physical education class and was punished for running.

She was chased and ran when she came before, running desperately, even if her legs hurt so much that she lost consciousness, and almost died, she never stopped, so she really had no strength at this time.

When she saw the physical education teacher's cold, scalpel-sharp gaze that seemed to be able to dissect people in an instant, she had no choice but to swallow back the words that she hadn't had time to say that was half stuck in her throat.

Isn't it just a run, it's a big deal to slow down, I'm not afraid.

The sun is shining on a good day, and the inside and outside of the gymnasium are heating up, like in a steamer.

His body was wrapped in the hot wind in the air, and a layer of sweat broke out on Song Jiu's body.

Because he deliberately skipped class, he was punished for running ten laps around the track and field.

She had only run two laps before she stopped, panting and rubbing her hands on her knees.

The girl's soft and delicate short hair hung behind her ears, and she lifted her hair, revealing a fair and slender neckline, she pursed her lips slightly, and her dark eyes were moist.

The corners of her eyes drooped slightly, the tails of her eyes curved in a very gentle arc, and her fine white skin was also stained with a little red.

On an indoor basketball court separated from the track and field by a wire fence.

Shen Jiaheng whistled angrily as he ran towards Bi Chu.

Class 5 happened to be a physical education class, and the people in Class 10 were all disbanded for free activities after training, leaving only Song Jiu still running there half-resting and half-walking.

It's not so much about running as it is about walking, or walking very slowly, and it's almost like a leisurely walk with a teacup in your hand.

But she can't be at ease in her appearance, it can be said that she is 108,000 miles away.

She slowly held on step by step with a pained expression on her face, jogging three steps and stopping one step, half-bent over and panting.

Shen Jiaheng greeted Bi Chu very shamelessly to give Bi Chu a hug: "Long time no see, do you miss me?" ”

Bi Chu dodged neatly, he retracted his gaze, and half-raised one side of his eyebrows expressionlessly: "Long time no see?" I didn't just see it yesterday. ”

Shen Jiaheng smiled in his voice: "It's not that I can't see you, and I live like a year." ”

If he hadn't known this person long enough and understood him well enough, Bi Chu would probably have goosebumps all over his body and then give him a few punches without hesitation.

Shen Jiaheng is a self-acquaintance, I remember that when I first met, Bi Chu was so entangled by him that he almost called the police, and his emotions were frantically tested on the verge of going berserk.

Nothing else, it's just that his voice is always smiling and not doing it properly, it's too bad.

Obviously, he looks like a handsome guy with hard eyebrows and a tall body, but he doesn't want to behave like this.

As soon as Bi Chu started to look at him, the first trance and terrifying thought was that this person didn't look straight.

Shen Jiaheng lazily half leaned on the edge of the railing, glanced lazily at the line of sight he had just retracted, half loud, and said with a smile: "My little table mate looks like his physical strength is not very good." ”

Looking down from the court on the second floor, you can just see the thin figure of the girl panting while running.

Bi Chu ignored him, and turned away to juggle the ball.

"Eh, take me with you, I'm here."

The sports committee of Class 10 saw Shen Jiaheng there and ran over to join.

So this was almost a crushing duel, and the ten-class sports committee cried with a sad face, pulling his clothes to wipe his sweat, "If you don't fight, you won't fight!" ”

I don't know whose small universe suddenly exploded in the backlog, and a ball flew out of the sky, drawing a long, long arc in mid-air.

Before Song Jiu could react, an unknown object spun rapidly.

【Bang】

The sound was a real muffled sound of hitting the flesh.

Misfortune is coming.

This scene is so familiar, and a very unclear and frightening thought came to Song Jiu's mind, no, no, no, no, he was smashed by the ball again! Isn't it time to be smashed back this time?

But no.

Before Song Jiu lost consciousness, he smelled a crisp and clean breath in the air in a daze.

It was as if he was floating on the surface of the sea, and when he was about to drown and suffocate, he grabbed a piece of driftwood.

Song Jiu also clung to the sturdy driftwood.

As if feeling a sense of security, Song Jiu instinctively leaned in after grabbing it, and rubbed his cheeks in.

Bi Chu: "............"

The breath softly skirted the side of his neck, obviously warm, but fell on the skin, and the temperature inexplicably rose a little, gradually scorching.

Bi Chu glanced indifferently at the girl's intimate movements of pressing her head against him like a wallaby, he sighed faintly, the corners of his lips straightened a little, and his dark eyes couldn't see too many special emotions.

It's okay if it's just like this, but what's worse is that Song Jiu's hand is not restless, her arm has no strength, but she swayed up to his neck, grabbed it like a treasure, and wrapped her cool fingertips around the back of his neck.

Song Jiu's fingernails were a little long, round and smooth, as if they were rubbing into Bi Chu's black hair, and then rubbing through their sensitive skin.

With a little tingling and tingling sensation, his body paused, his scalp was numb, and his throat was dry and smoking.

Bi Chu pursed his lips slightly, looked down at the initiator in his arms, took a deep breath, and exhaled again.

The little girl also looked very at ease, gently pursed her pale lips, and her fine eyelashes were slightly curled, covering the eyelids, casting a small fan-shaped shadow, and the white skin would glow, as if there was an almost porcelain beauty.

Her breathing was steady and quiet, her head was lowered on Bi Chu's shoulders and neck, and the temperature of her exhalation seemed to fall. The boy straightened his back, as calm and indifferent as ever, but the roots of his ears crept up to red.

The eyes in the gymnasium were curious, but sharp and piercing, and they looked over as they stumbled.

Bi Chu frowned lightly, and subconsciously raised his hand to block Song Jiu's head.

Touching the dense and soft skin, his breathing became a little heavier, his chest rose and fell slightly, but his face was covered with a faint layer of darkness.

Bi Chu turned his head sideways and scolded in his heart.

On the other side, Zhou Yu and Lu Chen's group rushed over.

"Hit someone? Something happened! ”

"It's okay, I'll take someone to the infirmary first." He suppressed his voice, unconsciously taking on a low hoarseness.

Zhou Yu took a look: "Isn't this a little fairy, it's over, I smashed the little fairy too hard!" ”

Shen Jiaheng put his arm around his shoulders, brought his head down, and smiled lightly: "What are you talking about, are you screaming at my little tablemate?" ”

Zhou Yu was a little surprised: "She's your tablemate?" ”

Shen Jiaheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and his attitude was lazy: "Hmm." ”

When he turned around, Bi Chu had already carried the person away.

Song Jiu thought that she might be going to wear it back, because of the physiological effect and the psychological effect, it was natural for her to be in a coma with her eyes closed, but there was some kind of illusion in it.

She heard a very familiar voice in a daze, and the hot and humid breath approached her ear, and she said in a low and restrained voice, "Settle down." ”

Song Jiu was a little confused subconsciously, isn't she safe enough, she has been smashed unconscious, she can only lie down, and she can't move.

If bad luck could be sorted, she really didn't have any luck at all.

First of all, he was inexplicably smashed and came to this unknown dimensional world full of oppression and the atmosphere of middle school, there was "bloody wind and rain" everywhere, and he was beaten and killed by the school bully one after another, if this was the case, it would be okay, but even in this world, even here, Song Jiu didn't expect that she still couldn't escape the doom of being smashed.

Fortunately, this smashing thing was not something sharp or bulky, otherwise she would not only have to pass out temporarily, but she was afraid that her head would bloom and her flesh would bloom, and in severe cases, she might never wake up again.

Luck is still like this, and she doesn't have the luxury of having any open golden fingers, just hoping to survive peacefully to the end.

Song Jiu made up his mind that he should always be cautious and cautious when walking in the future, beware of unknown objects falling from the sky, even when walking under the eaves of others, he should stay farther away, if someone accidentally overturns a flower pot cactus or something on the balcony, or if he misses the scissors and drops them, then according to Song Jiu's luck, I am afraid that he can "even hit the three yuan".