As soon as Rong Shiyi climbed onto the wall, someone grabbed her ankle and pulled her down.

His chin almost hit the wall, but he didn't stand firm when he landed on the ground, and he staggered two steps.

"Well, I failed to skip class, I got three points."

Song Ci's sound of beating sounded again in his ears. Rong Shiyi bent down and patted the dust on his pants on the wall, then frowned slightly, hugged his arms and looked up at him:

"You're deducting your score? Have you forgotten it? I'll be deducted all my points in one week after the new semester starts."

"Ah, that's it."

Song Ci nodded thoughtfully, then took out a small notepad from his pocket, and unscrewed the pen cover and didn't know what he wrote on it:

"But I can't take credit, but given that you are a classmate, you are not unreasonable."

Song Ci wrote a few words, covered the pen with satisfaction, and smiled at Rong Shiyi:

"Congratulations, your usual performance points are negative nine points."

"Tsk." Rong Shiyi really seriously considered this problem:

"Didn't you just say you're deducting three points?"

Hearing this, the honest and fair president showed his notepad to the questioners.

Rong Shiyi looked closer and saw a grinning stickman on it. He could tell from the red hair above the stickman's head that it was himself.

Then, with a "bang", Song Ci's pen tip hit the stickman's red head and explained to Rong Shiyi:

"I will deduct one point for dyeing my hair, and three points for attempting to skip class. With my previous experience, I can reasonably question you will never listen to me and go back to class next."

Song Ci smiled and collected the notepad:

"So, skip class and deduct another five points."

"Depend on."

Rong Shiyi couldn't help but curse and rolled her eyes at Song Ci:

"You guessed it, I really won't go back."

"Uh-huh."

What surprised Rong Shiyi was that when Song Ci heard this, he just smiled and raised his chin:

"Then you can leave now."

Rong Shiyi simply suspected that Song Ci came to make him feel unhappy.

This person always does this. He will deduct points that should be deducted, but he will still let him go after deducting them. He has no idea what the meaning is.

A small flame broke out in Rong Shiyi's heart, and his tone was a little rushing:

"The teacher doesn't care about me anymore. You chased me tightly day by day. Song Ci, did I mess with you? Or do you think it's fun to play with me?"

Song Ci thought about Rong Shiyi's question and answered honestly:

"You didn't seem to mess with me, but I don't like you very much, so I always want to cause you some trouble."

Song Ci paused and added with a smile:

"But you are really fun."

Rong Shiyi felt itchy when she heard it.

Perhaps it is because of the repulsion of alpha nature, or it may be because of Song Ci's problem. Rong Shiyi felt that he shouldn't have appeared in the same frame with him.

He advised himself not to be angry, and then stretched out his index finger and poked Song Ci's shoulder:

"A coincidence, I'm bothering you too. Song Ci, be kind to yourself and don't force yourself to deal with people you hate."

"Yes." Song Ci smiled and patted Rong Shiyi's hand:

"I'll think about it."

Looking at his calm and gentle appearance, Rong Shiyi only felt that he punched the cotton.

He grinded his teeth and laughed in anger:

"Okay, Song Ci, then let's go, let's see?"

After hearing his words, Song Ci nodded, then watched Rong Shiyi easily climb over the wall.

Before leaving, the red-haired glared at him fiercely.

Strangely interesting.

On the other side of the wall, Xiao Lin handed Rong Shiyi's schoolbag over. Seeing that the man's face was not very good, he asked gloatingly:

"What's wrong? I'm squeezing with Song Ci again."

Rong Shiyi was angry when he heard this name.

Xiao Lin was so happy that he deliberately teased Rong Shiyi:

"Hey, you don't understand this. If a boy bullies you, it means he likes you. According to Song Ci, the frequency of causing trouble for you, it may be that he has already fallen in love with you."

Rong Shiyi was so thunderous that he was so angry that he was so tender that he frowned. He slapped Xiao Lin's back of the head with a frown:

"Get out as soon as possible. If I do something wrong, the law will punish me instead of letting me talk about love with an alpha."

Xiao Lin smiled and hooked Rong Shiyi's shoulder:

"Just kidding, let the snail noodles heal my son's wounded heart."

"I don't eat it, you eat it yourself."

Rong Shiyi broke away Xiao Lin's hand in disgust, then looked at him with an injured expression and shrugged innocently:

"I didn't say that I came out to have lunch with you. I have a good job, so I'll go play by myself."

"Another part-time? No, I think you are like a superman every day, working two jobs without stopping."

"Please be more rigorous, one, three, five, two, four, six, three."

Rong Shiyi waved his fingers at Xiao Lin, and then he saw that the bus he was about to take was about to arrive at the station, so he ran over and waved his hand to Xiao Lin, which was considered a farewell.

The nights in Jiangcheng are more lively than during the day. In addition to the neon sea of ​​lights in the city center, the deserted areas in the suburbs are also full of fireworks.

Song Ci and his friend Zhan Bochuan walked side by side on the street. He grabbed a lit cigarette between his fingers. After a moment, he raised his hand and took a sip. The smoke and clouds dissipated under the warm yellow street lights.

After a while, Song Ci secretly wiped out cigarette butts on the trash can on the roadside, glanced at Zhan Bochuan and asked:

"I'm going to ask me out to take a walk here with you?"

Zhan Bochuan sighed with a frown:

"You are so cold and don't comfort me, the poor person who was broken up."

"You met me the first day?"

After saying that, Song Ci raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and said to Zhan Bochuan:

"I can share you with half an hour. After half an hour, no one can stop Song Ci from going home to study."

"Study? The genius believer, you are the one who played games all night the day before the math competition, and after the papers were sent, you slept for half an hour before getting up to do the questions?"

Zhan Bochuan sneered and exposed Song Ci's excuse, and then walked towards an open-air barbecue stall on the side of the road:

"Half an hour, go, Mr. Song, I'll take you to experience the fireworks on earth."

Song Ci frowned slightly and looked at the worn-out sign covered with oil smoke at the barbecue stall.

He followed Zhan Bochuan in, picked up a decent table, wiped it with his fingers, and sat down before he confirmed it was clean.

Zhan Bochuan drew a piece of paper to wipe the table, then took the menu, and asked Song Ci while looking:

"What are you eating? Forget it, don't ask, the eldest young master will definitely not eat street stalls."

Zhan Bochuan put down the menu in a conversation and said to the boss lady on the side:

"Ten skewers of grilled meat, five skewers, and then add a serving of crayfish."

"Okay."

The boss lady smiled and took away the menu and shouted in the direction of the barbecue grill not far away:

"Xiao Rong, give the two handsome guys here a 10-skewer skewers of meat and five-skewer heart!"

"Okay!"

A young male voice responded.

The sound is a bit familiar, and it is not common for the surname "Rong" to be mentioned. This successfully attracted Song Ci's attention and looked over there.

The lights in this area were not on, and only a small light bulb was hung on the top of the barbecue grill, but it was enough for Song Ci to see clearly the red-haired boy who was busy behind the barbecue grill.

The guy tied an apron with a little dust on his face, which looked a little funny.

Zhan Bochuan noticed Song Ci's gaze, followed him strangely, and said casually:

"Are you watching that barbecue guy? He is quite handsome, can you know him?"

"Yeah, forget it."
To be continued...