Author: Yan Lingyu

On the way back, Ling Xing only walked with her head down without speaking, and Zeng Zhile, who was walking beside her, also didn't speak.

Silence is better than sound at this time.

It was time for school to end, and there were many people walking towards the school gate. It was as if the two of them were walking in the opposite direction towards the classroom.

In order to avoid bumping into other students, Ling Xing and Zeng Zhile walked close to the wall, but when they walked to the corner, Ling Xing still inevitably bumped into someone.

It was a young man who jumped down the stairs in a careless manner. Ling Xing managed to avoid bumping into him, but failed to stop his foot, leaving a dark mark on his white sneakers.

footprint.

Ling Xing immediately apologized when he saw this: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

It was probably because he felt pain in his feet that the boy subconsciously looked down at his shoes. The corners of his mouth immediately turned downwards in an arc, showing an obvious sign of disgust. Then he raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at Ling Xing who was stepping on him.

He looked fiercely as if he wanted to hit someone.

Ling Xing hurriedly apologized again: "I'm sorry, classmate."

The boy still looked at her with squinted eyes, his displeasure written directly on his face, and his lips tightened without saying a word.

Ling Xing couldn't figure out his attitude. She was about to say that if he really cared, she could compensate him with a pair. At this time, Zeng Zhile, who was standing beside her, leaned close to her ear and asked her in a low voice: "Don't you know this person?"

Ling Xing subconsciously glanced at the boy again and shook his head.

Zeng Zhile said two words with his lips: school bully.

Ling Xing: "..."

Shit! Just bumping into someone is a school bully?

This damn heroine halo.

That’s outrageous!

The school bully Liang Qingzhou was almost a head taller than Ling Xing, which also allowed him to look at Ling Xing in a condescending manner. He raised his feet, and there was something clear in his eyes: "Tread on me on purpose?!

"

So, what exactly is he talking about?

Ling Xing immediately bowed ninety degrees and apologized again with a very sincere attitude: "Classmate, I'm really sorry, I really didn't mean to-"

Liang Qingzhou didn't give her a chance to apologize and explain at all. He touched his chin and looked Ling Xing up and down, and said thoughtfully: "You want to deliberately use this to attract my attention?!"

Zeng Zhile, who was on the side, forcefully suppressed the smile on his lips, suppressing the laughter until his whole face turned red.

Ling Xing: "..."

What does it mean to deliberately attract his attention? A domineering president?

Where did this thing come from?

Ling Xing's speechlessness was almost equivalent to acknowledgment here by Liang Qingzhou. He looked at Ling Xing up and down for a while, and then reluctantly nodded with satisfaction: "It's okay, you successfully attracted my attention."

The corner of Ling Xing's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"Do you want to add WeChat?" After saying that, Liang Qingzhou actually took out a mobile phone from his trouser pocket.

Are you going to put so much drama on yourself???

No, the point is, they are also students, why can this guy carry a mobile phone with him?

Ling Xing took a step back and distanced herself from Liang Qingzhou. She explained helplessly: "Classmate, I really stepped on you accidentally. I sincerely apologize to you."

Liang Qingzhou pursed his lips into a straight line, and the expression on his face said nakedly, 'What are you pretending to be? I don't know your little thoughts?'

…

To be honest, Ling Xing has never seen such a narcissistic person in his whole life.

In the end, the farce ended with Liang Qingzhou giving Ling Xing his mobile phone number and specifically telling Ling Xing to add him on WeChat.

After Liang Qingzhou left, Ling Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Zeng Zhile looked at Liang Qingzhou's back with some words, and murmured: "I really didn't know that the new school bully was actually a narcissist."

The two of them continued walking towards the classroom. When they were climbing the stairs, Ling Xing remembered and asked, "I remember that the school bully was Senior Li Qingmo, who was in the third year of high school. When did he change his position?"

After all, when Senior Li Qingmo was reading his letter of self-reflection, his heroic behavior of threatening teachers and students is still widely circulated in F High School.

Zeng Zhile's physical strength was very poor. He started to pant just after climbing to the third floor: "I heard that Brother Mo has become more temperamental since he was admitted to University B. Liang Qingzhou is considered a rising star."

God, for such a rising star, there is a successor in this matter?

Ling Xing didn't speak anymore, and the two of them returned to the classroom together, took their meal cards from their schoolbags, and prepared to go to the cafeteria.

As soon as she walked out of the classroom door, Ling Xing saw Ji Yan running over panting, and she frowned slightly.

Ji Yan stood in front of Ling Xing, blocking her way: "Xing Xing, I didn't mean it just now..."

It would be very boring not to stop it in time when it happens and to explain it afterwards.

Ling Xing interrupted him: "Let's go eat first. If it's late, there will be no food in the cafeteria."

Ji Yan breathed a sigh of relief and pointed to the classroom: "I'll go back to the classroom and get the meal card."

A thin layer of sweat soaked through the clothes on the young man's back. Ji Yan was still Ji Yan, but Ling Xing felt that the distance between the two was invisibly stretched far.

Zeng Zhile glanced in the direction of the classroom and asked Ling Xing: "Are you really waiting?"

Ling Xing shook his head, took her arm and walked forward: "I didn't promise to wait for him."

Perhaps only Ling Xing knew in her heart that she would never bring water to Ji Yan again.

——

When I got home from school, it was completely dark.

The house was as dark as usual. Ling Xing touched the switch on the corner to turn on the light, then lowered his head to change his shoes at the entrance.

Suddenly there was a faint sound in the living room, and she called out the name of 'hair ball'. When she looked up and saw the familiar figure on the sofa, she was inevitably startled.

The consciousness of the young man sitting on the sofa frightened Ling Xing, and he was suddenly at a loss. He stood up holding the hair ball and whispered to Ling Xing: "It's me."

"Brother," Ling Xing changed his shoes and walked towards the boy: "You are back."

The young man responded in a low voice. Seeing Ling Xing's figure getting closer and closer, he unconsciously took a small step back. There was a sofa behind him, and he had no way to retreat.

Fortunately, Ling Xing had no intention of coming over anymore. She kept about five steps away from the boy and looked around the living room: "Did your parents come back with you?"

Probably because he was not used to being with people at such a close distance, the young man lowered his long white eyelashes to cover his light blue eyes, and his short white hair fell smoothly to cover his eyebrows. He was as beautiful as an angel.

His voice sounded even lower: "No, they still have some things to deal with at work, and they won't be back until a few days later."

"That's it." Ling Xing was not surprised that his parents failed to come back.

Her mother and stepfather are both workaholics, and they become even more workaholic after they work together. It is common not to see them for ten days and a half, and it is normal not to see them once every month or two.

Ling Xing took advantage of the break to drink water and glanced at her brother again. The young man lowered his head and was stroking the cat. The snow-white hair ball was lazily nestled in the young man's arms, almost matching the hair on his body.

The white clothes blend into one.

This boy is her half-brother, named Shishu.

He was born with albinism, his hair and eyelashes are white, and even his skin is so white that it is almost transparent.

His skin is easily burned by the sun, and he prefers the soft moon to the dazzling and hot sun. Medically, he is called a child of the moon.

After drinking a glass of water, Ling Xing said hello to Shi Shu and prepared to go back to the room to write two test papers. It could be seen that the students had already started to write the papers. She didn't want to make much progress, but she didn't want to retreat either.

Shi Shu nodded, and when Ling Xing turned around to go back to the house, he asked, "Are you hungry?"

Ling Xing replied subconsciously: "I'm not hungry."

There was no sound behind him, and Ling Xing didn't look back and went straight back to the house.

It wasn't until more than half of the test paper was written that Ling Xing suddenly remembered that if she was really living in a book, what role would Shi Shu play as her brother?
Chapter completed!