Chapter 3, missing is too sweet!

Some people are angels who break their wings, and some people are God who wants to break your wings and let you die.

I heard my mother say that Li Muyang was born with a lightning strike, and he almost died before he had time to look at this world of flowers.

This made Li Muyang wonder, how many hurtful things did he do in his previous life to encounter such a heavenly punishment?

Li Muyang was only able to open his eyes and see when he was three years old, and he was able to walk wakily when he was seven years old. When he was ten years old, he opened his mouth to speak, and until he was fourteen years old, he was still incapable of holding chickens, and he couldn't practice swords and practice qi like other teenagers.

It is said that when the gods close a door for you, they also leave a window for you.

If Wu can't do it, then study hard, maybe you can drink a few more bowls of liquor and write a few poems like those literary Confucians. But every time Li Muyang picked up the book, his head became groggy, and he soon fell asleep with those square words on his pillow.

I shouted at the same table, but I didn't wake up.

The teacher scolded, it was useless.

A new teacher even broke a board eraser because Li Muyang was sleeping in his class—it was an alloy board eraser.

However, Li Muyang is still the same.

Drowsy as hell!

As long as he is allowed to sleep, anything can be discussed.

If he didn't sleep well, he would have a very short temper.

For example, when he was swimming in the lake today, the reason why he had such a fierce conflict with Zhang Chen was precisely because he was woken up when he was not sleeping enough and was dreaming.

At least that's what Li Muyang thought in his heart.

Wow -

Li Muyang's head came out of the bathtub, and then he gasped for breath.

He calmed down for a long time, but he still felt like his heart was pounding.

"Am I not a piece of waste?" Li Muyang thought in his heart. "What about that punch just now?"

He looked at his arm carefully, and his skin was as delicate as ever, only purple red by the hot water.

Bang dang!

The door of the bathroom room was vigorously pushed open, and a very cute girl rushed in, asking with an eager face, "Brother, another bastard is bullying you?" ”

The girl's eyes are big, as if they have a natural contact effect. You can barely see the whites of your eyes except for the black ink beads.

The tip of the nose is slightly straight, and the small mouth is ruddy. The skin is like the first snow, and it looks like it will melt when you touch it lightly.

The white shirt was white and dazzling, and the short black skirt swayed slightly because she was running too fast.

The girl's face is sweet, and even if she is in a state of anger now, it still makes people feel the urge to come forward and pinch her little face.

Li Sinian, the younger sister who is three years younger than Li Muyang. The two are studying at Fuxing High School together, Li Muyang is in his third year of high school, and Li Sinian is in his second year of high school.

Of course, unlike Li Muyang, a 'waste' brother, Li Sinian has been smart and clever since he was a child, and he has been the king of children since kindergarten, and he has won the first place in the school with the best results every year.

She studied three years later than Li Muyang, but she was only one level lower than Li Muyang. Because she skipped two grades in a row in elementary and junior high school.

In high school, the school also recommended skipping grades, but was rejected by my parents. They believe that the three years of high school are the most important three years, and they will be more prepared in these three years before they can be admitted to the best universities in the empire.

Li Sinian is a little beauty in the school and a famous school flower. She was able to know about Li Muyang being bullied at the first time, and Li Muyang was not surprised at all.

Li Muyang clasped his hands on his chest to cover the dew point, and said with a wry smile: "Li Sinian, how many times have I told you, when you come in, you have to knock on the door-"

Li Sinian has never been in the habit of knocking on the door, and every time he enters his room, he is on a rampage. For this reason, Li Muyang didn't know how much he had sacrificed, and "Playboy", which was too late to hide.

Whenever Li Sinian saw Li Muyang reading these 'bad books', he would snatch them away with righteousness and say that he wanted to hand them over to his parents.

Strangely, his parents never talked to Li Muyang about this issue.

"Oh." Li Sinianqiao's face was slightly red, and she glanced at Li Muyang and retreated.

When leaving, don't forget to close the door of the shower room.

Knock knock knock -

There was a knock on the door outside.

"Brother, can I come in?" Li Sinian shouted at the door.

Li Muyang looked helpless and said, "Come in." ”

Li Sinian pushed the door in again and asked anxiously, "Brother, which bastard bullied you?" ”

"It's me who bullies others." Li Muyang said. This time it's not to brag with his sister, he did knock Zhang Chen away with one punch, and there are many people who can be witnesses for themselves.

"Brother, which villain did you bully?" Li Sinian's face softened slightly, and he asked out loud.

Li Muyang was moved, thinking that it was really his own sister.

He looked at Li Sinian with a smile and said, "Zhang Chen wanted to bully me, but I was bullied - but the matter has passed. ”

"Hmph-" Li Sinian raised his little face and snorted coldly. Her short ear-length hair also swayed gently with her movements. "It's Zhang Chen's bastard again, I won't be able to spare him."

Li Muyang hurriedly persuaded and said: "Miss, the matter has passed, and your brother did not suffer this time, so don't trouble him - you are a girl-"

Li Muyang was worried about Li Sinian's safety. After all, Li Sinian is just a weak girl, if Zhang Chen vents his anger towards her, this is the last thing Li Muyang wants to see.

He would rather suffer some grievances himself.

This is also the main reason why he is reluctant to have conflicts with others and to tell his family about the bullying he was being bullied at school.

"Nope." Li Sinian said resolutely with a small face: "No one is allowed to bully my brother." ”

"Missing—"

"Brother, I bought you roasted sweet potatoes." Li Sinian took out a small box from his schoolbag, and before the box was opened, he smelled a strong sweet potato fragrance. "Here, eat while it's hot."

Li Muyang was full of emotion, divided the big potato in the box into two, and said, "Come, we are one and a half." ”

"You eat, I don't eat." Li Sinian shook his head. "Eating sweet potatoes makes you fart."

“――”――

In the school basketball hall, a friendly match within the school team is underway.

As the captain of the varsity basketball team of Fuxing High School, playing ball is a compulsory course for Zhang Chen every day.

Moreover, he likes to hear the crisp and sweet cheering voices of those girls when he is sweating.

"Zhang Chen, come on-"

"Zhang Chen, you are the most popular—"

"Zhang Chen, I love you, Mo Da-"――

Zhang Chen couldn't help but look towards the audience again, there was a group of girls cheering for themselves, but the most active and sweet-looking girl in the audience was something he had never seen before.

"What a beautiful schoolgirl—"

"What a nice sound—"

"How cute it looks like it's bouncing, like a little angel—"

Because of his frequent glances at the audience, he lost the basketball passed by his teammates several times.

The game was suspended, and a group of players gathered around him and winked at him.

"Captain, there's a new color—"

"Bright little cabbage, this time I'll give ninety points-"

"I'll give you ninety-eight points, if you don't want it, give it to me—"

"I'm tired of eating a big meal, and I have to change my appetite occasionally and eat something light, right?"

Zhang Chen teased a few words with his teammates, and then walked towards the audience.

The supporting fans in the audience immediately screamed, some brought drinks, some brought towels, and some prepared love bento.

"Thank you. Thank you. Zhang Chen was taken care of by many fans and thanked him with a smile on his face.

He saw the little girl who had just screamed the loudest and danced the most actively, hiding behind the crowd, looking at him with delicate eyes, but embarrassed to approach.

Newcomers, understandable.

Zhang Chen parted the crowd and walked towards the little cabbage.

"What's your name?" Zhang Chen's voice was mellow and he had a gentle smile on his face.

"My name is missing." The girl glanced up at Zhang Chen, and quickly lowered her head like a frightened rabbit.

"Missing, good name-" Zhang Chen smiled even more charmingly.

What a good girl, the moment she raised her head and lowered her head just now, it made his heart pound violently.

She reminded Zhang Chen of a poem by the imperial poet Xu Zhimo: the most is the gentleness of bowing his head, just like the shyness of the water lotus flower.

"Thank you." The girl said with a blushing face.

"What's in your arms?"

"It's the soup I made."

"Really? There aren't many girls who can make soup now, and the man who can make you make soup is really a jealous guy-"

"This is for you—" The girl raised her head, her star-like eyes firmly meeting Zhang Chen's eyes.

"Really?" Zhang Chen pursed his lips and laughed. "So I'm the lucky man?"

"I'm not very good at my craft—"

"It's already rare."

"It may not be delicious—"

"It's in your heart."

"Are you really going to finish it?"

Zhang Chen laughed happily and said, "Of course." How can you waste a piece of a beautiful woman's heart? ”

The girl handed over the thermos cup she was holding in her arms, gently instructed, and said, "Be careful of burning." ”

"No, it won't." Zhang Chen felt that his heart was about to melt. He unscrewed the thermos and said, "This is the best gift I've ever received—"

He tilted his head and poured it up with a clatter.

Drinking, his brow furrowed.

Remembering what the girl said, 'I'm not very good at my craft,' he raised his glass and continued.

Drinking and drinking, his stomach twitched.

Remembering what the girl said, 'It may not be delicious,' he insisted desperately.

As he drank, his heart ached.

Remembering what he said to the girl, 'How can you waste a piece of a beautiful woman's heart', he still wants to persevere to the end-

"Vomit—"

He jerked around and spat at the wooden floor behind him.