Chapter 4: Cowards Hurt When They Touch Cotton (2)

Xia Chan and Tide said that Qiao Shen beat Jiang Qi.

The weather was as flat as usual, and the tide was quiet and self-study in the Wenbo Building, where the learning atmosphere was the best among all the teaching buildings, because the heating and hot water equipment were fully equipped. When Xia Chan sent her WeChat, she was devoting herself to a reading comprehension about the French revolutions in the past dynasties, and her eyes were a little sore from the dense letters wriggling. She took out her mobile phone, which vibrated several times, and glanced at the rows of text sent by Xia Chan.

"Where are you???"

"I passed by Huayun Building just now, and there was a large group of people at the door, and I saw Jiang Qi and Qiao Shen both there, as if the two of them had a fight."

"I heard that Jiang Qi was waiting for Xiao Ya at the door during the fight, and before anyone came out, Qiao Shen came."

"Aren't you coming to see? It's still there, and the security guards are here. ”

“......”

In fact, in normal times, the tide is not interested in these things. The last time the long-faced dean and the security guard got into a fight over parking, she wasn't attracted even though everyone rushed out just to catch a glimpse of the horse-faced director's blue nose and swollen face. She remembered that the horse-faced director had deducted her salary as a student assistant in the office for accidentally tipping tea on the table while sorting through the files.

This time, however, there was a strong urge to tidy up the books and stationery on the table and leave the bench. It's not because of Qiao Shen, it's because of Jiang Qi.

By the time the tide arrived, the crowd had almost dispersed, but Qiao Shen and Jiang Qi were still there. Of course, there is also Xiao Ya, she is standing between two young people with outstanding eyebrows and eyes and whispering, as if she is closer to Qiao Shen and closer to Jiang Qi, her face is slightly not good. Xia Cicada saw the tide, pulled her down and stood behind a few whispering girls, the girls were chatting happily, and the tide could even see one of the girls with flying eyebrows and spit stars when they kept talking.

She stood closer so she could get a little bit of information about the matter. At the same time, she swept her eyes to the side of the battlefield, and after a little hesitation, she stayed straight on Jiang Qi's face.

He had a color on his face. The hair was a little messy, there was a little blood on the corner of the mouth, and there was a small bruise on the right cheek. But it didn't break anything, compared with before, it added some masculinity after the storm. He raised the back of his right index finger and wiped the corners of his mouth, his eyes looked at Qiao Shen opposite, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.

"Strength to protect his wife? If I'm not mistaken, you'd have already split up. Blame others for things that you can't keep? ”

Jiang Qi has always spoken coldly and indifferently, but his tone is provocative.

Qiao Shen sneered. The tide saw that he also hung up, but he was not injured as much as Jiang Qi. "I didn't hit you because of Xiao Ya, just because I wanted to hit you. There is no need for a reason. ”

When Tide heard him say this, he felt sad and amused. The sadness is because of the clumsy emotional hiding that the always arrogant Qiao Shen rarely sees, and the funny is because of this extremely lame reason for punching.

Xiao Ya's face has gradually improved. Tidal could even feel the smile on her lips. Just like the plot of those idol dramas in Mary Sue stories when I was a child, the boy that two girls flock to fight for her alone is actually more like a great honor. Her chestnut hair was slightly scattered on her chest, back and back, shimmering with a beating luster in the sunlight, reflecting the frowns at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, full of style.

Then the matter was settled. Fortunately, on the day of the fight, all the teaching staff were in the lecture hall for a teaching meeting, and Qiao Shen's fight incident was not caught by the counselor. If it is known, it will be punished for writing a review, and at worst, it will be criticized and the qualification for joining the party will be cancelled. As for Jiang Qi, he is not a member of this school, but there is nothing to do, he may only be forbidden to enter and leave here in the future, so he will not be able to come to see Xiao Ya every day. That being said, it is not necessarily, because all the consequences are the conjectures of the tide itself, and moreover, the consequences did not happen at all.

Jiang Qi's injuries are not healed. This was the first thought that popped into the tide when he bumped into him at the school gate.

He leaned against the wall with a lazy expression, his head down and sliding his phone. Tide remembered the unpleasant conflict between the cultural festival and him that day, and his heart sank, and he planned to put away his steps and turn away from him. Before his toes turned the corner, Jiang Qi's gaze had already fallen from the screen of his mobile phone. "Tide.... Xi? ”

This is an interrogative sentence. His voice was slightly lower, and the tone at the end of his sentence rose slightly. The tide was a little incredulous, but out of politeness, he agreed. "Do you really know me this time?"

Jiang Qi snorted with an almost inaudible chuckle. He straightened up, put his phone back in his jacket pockets, and thrust his hands into his trouser pockets, as if he had something important to say to the tide. "You're really weird, did anyone say that about you?"

Tide was made to laugh and cry by his question, she had a sentence that she didn't know whether to say or not. "I don't really like talking nonsense, and I don't really like people asking me nonsense."

Jiang Qi raised his eyebrows, as if his interest had increased greatly. When the tide saw him coming, he didn't know if it was because the two of them were close or because his legs were too long to shorten the time, so he stood in front of her in two or three seconds. Tidal was a head shorter than him and stared directly below his chin. Her gaze fell on the young man's white neck, the collar of his flaxen-colored sweater, and the masculine Adam's apple. A throbbing spread from the bottom of her heart, turning into heat and rushing to the back of her ear. Suddenly, she heard his slightly smiling voice overhead.

"So I'm asking nonsense? Well? ”

Tide wanted to take a step back to distance the two too closely, and at the same time thought about how to respond to him, but before he could move his footsteps, Xiao Ya's clear voice came from there. "Jiang Qi!"

She came at a trot. There was a flush on his cheeks that I didn't know whether it was panting or excitement, and the smile that overflowed from the corners of his mouth instantly cooled down when his eyes touched the tide. "What are you talking about?" Her words were flat, but Tide saw the angular thorns in her eyes. "I don't know when you met?" She stretched out her hand to grab Jiang Qi's arm, and the whole person was attached to him. "I didn't talk about anything, I heard the name of the tide classmate, from Qiao Shen."

At the moment the tide is a little flattered. Hearing Qiao Shen in Jiang Qi's mouth, I don't know if it's a contradiction or normal. She was even a little suspicious of his open-mindedness, and might have used her as an excuse to tease Xiao Ya. The whole person was suddenly wrapped in a strong sense of powerlessness, and she was breathless.

Xiao Ya pursed her lips and did not speak. Because Qiao Shen was mentioned, all the words she spoke began to look pale and weak. In front of Jiang Qi, she didn't dare to be as calm as she used to be by Qiao Shen's side, everything in this boy made her unable to extricate herself, it was different from everything before, since the day she met him, everything has changed. "I'm hungry, let's go eat?"

Jiang Qi agreed slightly, and when he left the tide, his eyes turned again. "See you later."

Tide didn't really want to say another word to him.