MTL - The Old Enemy is White Moonlight-Chapter 8 squad leader

The biology teacher is an old man with very long eyebrows. All the students who have been taught can remember him.

Compared with other subjects, the progress of biology is relatively easy, so the teacher taught the new lesson for half an hour, and then asked the students to write synchronous materials.

Not quite used to it.

Even the hand that turned the pen began to feel jerky.

The presence of the people next to me is too strong.

Bian Qian is sandwiched between the wall and Wen Qi, feeling that the other party's breath is all around him.

The looming woody fragrance, and a touch of mint.

Chill and clean.

Wen Qi was also in the corner of his eyes.

A few breezes wafted through the gaps in the window, soaked in the coolness of the rain, and lingered from the back of the shallow neck to the tip of the nose.

A little itchy.

Bianqian tilted his head and rubbed his earlobe.

"Su Yitong, what are you writing..."

Lin Nuo in the front suddenly turned around holding the test paper on the back table, and immediately froze in place after seeing the person clearly:

"President? You... no, her? I mean..."

Wen Qi looked away from the book and said:

"It's changed, she's next to Meng Xun."

Lin Nuo replied in a panic: "Ah... oh, that's it." Then he looked away, "Let me take a look at your test paper, monitor, and learn from it."

Bian Qian found out her test paper folder and handed it to the other party.

8:55.

She sat upright and watched the clock, and then plunged into the sea of ​​questions again.

The questions in the exercise book are not difficult, they are all basic.

Type A Diabetes Type B Diabetes…

"Use the eraser."

Bian Qian got used to this **** voice for a while, and provocatively said:

"You didn't bring it?"

"No. Monitor, lend me the eraser."

Bian Qian was startled by Wen Qi's address to herself, eyes straightened and said in a low voice:

"What the **** did you call me?"

Didn't this guy only call her by her first name all the time?

Wen Qi was still tepid, but his voice was a little lower and his face was a little colder:

"Don't swear."

Sure enough, this is normal.

Bian Qian whispered to himself:

"Don't allow this, don't allow that, you control me."

Then obediently took out the eraser from the pencil case and handed it over.

Fingertips meet fingertips.

She retracted her arms, clenched her hands slightly into fists and hid them in the sleeves of her school uniform.

The biology teacher is not strict, writes and writes questions on the podium, and comes down to wander around when tired.

I don't know how long it took, but the class exercises are almost finished.

Bian Qian raised his head and rubbed his neck.

The teacher is chatting with the students in the front row.

A small note came from next door, it was a blue post-it note, she hesitated to take it.

A square piece of paper, with a bunny pattern on the lower right corner and Wen Qi's name.

"Help read this question."

Under the vigorous brushwork is a line of math problems.

Yo, there are questions that Xueba can't understand.

She took out her draft book to calculate the problem, and the black numbers and letters gradually spread out on the white paper. The problem was complicated, but she could write it out when she found the information.

Bian Qian was a little puzzled, isn't this guy the first prize in the competition, and he doesn't know this question.

But she thought again, people like Wen Qi shouldn't be able to pretend they don't understand, maybe they really haven't found a way.

She put aside the redundant thoughts in her head and concentrated on writing the questions.

When it was about to end, there was a sudden sound above the head.

"Snapped."

The lights flickered a few times, and the classroom flickered.

Bian Qian was stunned suddenly, her nerves began to tense unconsciously, and her body stiffened while sitting upright.

In a daze, the eraser put back by Wen Qi at the corner of the table was knocked off the table by his elbow.

She bent down to pick up the eraser, but the light was completely extinguished at that moment.

There was an exclamation in the classroom:

"Fuck, the power is out!"

"Oh-"

The field of vision fell into darkness, and the dim moonlight poured in pitifully through the window.

The whole teaching building was full of cheers and booing.

Near or far, beating the eardrum.

Bian Qian suddenly felt a little out of breath.

The memories that had been tried to be cleared countless times rushed out like crazy.

Darkness is their source of excitement:

"Let's go, the lake is so deep, people probably won't be able to come up."

"Lock her in the small dark room for one night. The police will come tomorrow, and they will definitely think she is the murderer."

can't see anything...

The eraser fell back to the ground from the trembling fingertips.

"Edge light?"

The whole person lost his center of gravity, and put one hand on her waist.

Her upper body was framed in Wen Qi's arms, and her chin rested on the right side of the other's neck.

The woody fragrance rushes into the nasal cavity, bringing a moment of peace.

Bian Qian opened his mouth to speak, but felt his throat was astringent and sore.

The magnetic voice came almost close to the ear bone, with a warm breath:

"scared?"

Wen Qi's voice seemed to have some kind of magical power, soothing the rushing blood.

She shrank her neck, trembling slightly, put her hand on the other's shoulder to get up:

"Who was scared, I didn't..."

Wen Qi used the other palm to protect the back of the neck of the man in his arms, and gently forced Bian Qian to meet his eyes and said:

"Then why are you grabbing my shoulder?"

Bian Qian's attention was diverted, and he immediately withdrew his hand and said in disbelief:

"I was pushing."

"it is good."

Before Bian Qian understood what "good" meant, the hands controlling her waist loosened, and she lost her balance. Bian Qian's upper body suddenly fell into Wen Qi's arms, and her head hit Wen Qi's shoulder firmly. , she let out a muffled snort, propped herself up on the table, adjusted her breathing and said viciously:

"Wen Qi..."

"how?"

"You're sick of it!"

Wen Qi suddenly chuckled, the distance between the two was close, Wen Qi's lips were almost touching the shallow earlobe, and his lazy and magnetic voice was transmitted into the eardrum like an electric current:

"Well, I'm annoying, so don't hug me."

Bian shallow gritted his teeth and said:

"I will finish you sooner or later."

"Then I'll wait."

The two breaths in the air blended together, intertwined and lingering.

The teacher stood on the podium to appease the emotions:

"There should be a call in a while. You can lie down on the table to rest or sleep for a while. If you have any questions, call me! Don't panic, don't make a fuss."

A few minutes later, the headlights began to flicker again, and the classroom finally became bright amidst a group of people sighing.

Bian Qian let go of Wen Qi's hand like an electric shock.

She rolled her throat a few times, her body was still trembling, and she was lying on the desk and doing calculations, beating the people next to her in her heart:

What about the captain, big villain Wen, Wen...

"What are you talking about, write the title well."

Wen Qi's voice rang in his ears again, Bian Qian felt that his ears were a little hot, so he stared at the person next to him and said:

"understood!"

After finishing writing the question resentfully, she threw the note to the person next to her:

"The answer is 1, look at the steps yourself."

Wen Qi removed the books piled between the two tables, looked at Bian Qian expectantly, and said softly: "I don't understand, sir, please teach me."

Bian Qian felt that her ears were scalded, and her inconspicuous lips were pursed into a line, but she still reluctantly took out the draft book and counted step by step.

this person.

It doesn't make sense at all.

When the school bell rings, everything falls back into place.

Su Yitong stood packing her schoolbag and said in horror:

"I was scared to death. When the power went out just now, the screen of my mobile phone was still on! It lit up my face, and the old man was standing in front of me."

Lin Nuo scolded her:

"The first row is still playing with the mobile phone, playing every day, if your mobile phone can become a person, you will be the first to call."

Su Yitong complained: "Squad leader, she bullied me!"

Bian Qian replied coldly: "Look for Meng Xun for a hug, classmate Xiao Su."

The street lamps on the campus are not as high as those outside, and they are arranged in sequence on both sides of the road, making them look more hazy in the rain and fog.

There is stagnant water beside the flower bed, reflecting the shadow of the pine tree.

Raindrops fell into the pool, causing ripples.

Some people are in a hurry to go home by battery car. The wheels run over the stagnant water, and people on the side of the road are easily splashed.

She slowed down to keep the mud from splashing on her trouser legs.

Before they reached the door, they could hear arguing from inside.

There is a flower stand by the door, but few of the flowers on the flower stand are alive, and they are all limp and limp on the shelf.

"What's wrong with them coming to see me? That's my family, Bian Incheon, if you don't want to see me, get out of this house yourself!"

"I'm going to get out? How many times have you been here for the renovation of this house? Come and see it every day. Why don't you live with them and forget about the divorce!"

"Say it again? I think you are drunk and don't even know who you are. Sooner or later you will die drunk in the wine shop!"

Bian Qian opened the door, before entering the room, a box the size of a fist slammed at her.

"Bang."

There was a sharp pain in the hip bone, followed by the sound of glass shattering on the ground.

She took a step back from being smashed, her hand still on the doorknob.

Only then did Xu Sheng notice that there was an extra person in the room, and hurried to help Bianqian:

"Come back? Met you? Show me where you are!"

Before she finished speaking, she went to lift her pants, without noticing that there was another strange man in the living room.

Although that person is now her nominal stepfather.

Bian Qian pushed the opponent away, avoided the glass shards at his feet and changed into slippers:

"It didn't hit."

She let her schoolbag slump between her elbows, and walked upstairs in silence.

A sharp roar sounded from behind:

"Bian Renchuan, you just work hard, you'd better drink it into the hospital and never come out!"

Xu Sheng was divorced once, on her 10th birthday.

No brioche on a birthday, no wishing and blowing out candles.

Everything was smashed to pieces with a black mallet, and there was nothing left.

Grandma Sai hugged her while sleeping and said, "I hope Xiaoqian will always be carefree, innocent and happy."

But in her dream that night, she was standing on the edge of a steep cliff, and no matter how much she grabbed her eyes, she couldn't catch the two figures back.

Bian Qian took out the books in her schoolbag and put them next to the computer, planning to draw a manuscript first.

After more than half of the painting, she stood up and moved her wrists and waist.

To the right of the bed is a large bookcase that takes up almost the entire wall.

The bottom two levels are drawers.

She opened one of them by memory and took out the contents.

It was the special trophy for the campus group of the National Animation Art Concept Competition when I was in junior high school.

After the divorce, Bian Qian was taken away by Xu Sheng to live together. She came to a strange city, a strange elementary school, and a "strange" mother. She didn't know how to get close to Xu Sheng, so she studied hard and wanted to change her life. A word of praise or affirmation, in exchange for a childhood full of regrets, but Xu Sheng doesn't seem to care about these, and is always working overtime.

When she got the special prize, she ran up to Xu Sheng happily, and handed it to Xu Sheng like holding a precious treasure, but she only got a sentence, "Why do you participate in this kind of competition? What you have to do now is to study, otherwise I will I'll enroll you in a few cram schools, and my mother will be on a business trip in a few days, so you should be good at home by yourself." As for that trophy, Xu Sheng didn't even give it away.

When she was in elementary school, Bian Qian hoped that her mother would sit next to the parent-teacher meeting; she hoped that the little red flowers she got could be shared with others.

After entering junior high school, Bian Qian hoped that when he came home from school, someone would answer when he knocked on the door; when it was raining, the parents who delivered umbrellas at the school gate also had one of their own, and then asked as usual, "Are you happy at school today?" .

But no matter how many times you look forward to it, it will always fail in the end.

Simply no longer look forward to it.

Bian Qian put the trophy into the drawer, it seemed a bit stuck, the drawer was not pushed in, but she rubbed her sore eyes and didn't pay much attention.