The Old Enemy is White Moonlight

"Does it hurt?"

It was this abandoned equipment room again. All kinds of old sports equipment were piled up in the open space and no one cared about it. The torrential rain outside almost smashed the roof through.

Bian Qian raised his head mechanically, and the four walls suddenly turned into hundreds of hideous faces:

"Why didn't you hit harder that day?"

They parted their scarlet lips and laughed:

"That way we can all be free."

It was bright daylight.

The person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, his brows were tightly frowned, and cold sweat had already covered his forehead while breathing up and down.

Bian Qian picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, it was already 6:20, and the morning self-study of the second year of high school was about to start at 6:30.

She got up quickly to change clothes and wash. After arriving at the school, she trotted towards the auditorium, still thinking in her heart: Monday is the day of the inspection, and the inspection will definitely not be able to escape. I don't know if the speech at the opening ceremony will be delayed. …

As soon as Bian Qian passed the hall on the first floor of the teaching building, he ran into the grade teacher who was checking the class, so he was arrested and lectured.

"What's the matter, you're here so late? You were the first in the senior high school entrance exam last time, right? You did well in the exam, but you can't be proud. Don't be late again next time."

Bian Qian looked a little alienated, bowed slightly and said:

"Sorry, I'll pay attention next time."

"Okay, the flag-raising ceremony is about to begin, hurry up"

"goodbye teacher."

After saying goodbye, she turned and walked towards the auditorium, and the conversations of several other teachers came from behind:

"Is this the student who ranked first in the city's entrance examination in the first year of high school?"

"Yeah, she's still a little girl, she looks like a good student!"

"I heard Teacher Xu say that the monitor of their class is this child."

…

Passing through the hall, the passing class was empty, Bian Qian listened to the speech of this group of teachers, the hatred in his eyes was almost overflowing.

She hates the name student the most.

The national flag class has been lined up, and the instructors are around them in twos and threes. The members of the student union stood at the door of the auditorium to maintain discipline, holding a score sheet in their hands to give discipline marks to each class.

The bright morning sun shines on the corridor. A girl leans against the window of this corridor with her hands in her pockets. Her hair is tied into a high ponytail and hangs behind her. She is tall and straight, with deep eyebrows and eyes. She just stands lazily. In the light, people can't move their eyes from a distance.

The other party seemed to notice something, raised his head, and then his eyes stayed on Bian Qian.

Bian Qian and Wen Qi are not familiar with each other. Although they are in the same class, they hardly meet each other.

She was about to enter the auditorium when Wen Qi suddenly said:

"bag."

This voice is colder than the master.

Bian Qian looked at the other party in confusion, and then reacted.

When I went upstairs, I felt that the schoolbag was too heavy, so I took it off and carried it in my hand. I was about to go on stage, but the nearby tables were covered with mineral water, writing boards, and large and small notebooks, and there was no room left.

There was a pale but powerful hand in sight.

It was Wen Qi who stretched out his hand, indicating that he could do it for him.

"Where is the speaker? Where is the student representative?"

Someone rushed out to look around, saw Bian Qian and said hastily:

"The ceremony is about to begin, come in quickly, classmate!"

Bian Qian had no choice but to hand over the strap, and Wen Qi walked up to her with long legs, bent slightly, and reached out to take the schoolbag.

When the hand left, it seemed to scratch his own palm.

Bian Qian didn't have time to think about it, thinking it was an illusion, so she hurriedly thanked her, walked into the backstage under the urging sound, and stepped onto the center of the stage.

Behind the curtain, Wen Qi stared motionlessly at the figure under the spotlight, all the desire in his eyes was hidden in the darkness.

"President, everyone is here, is there a meeting now?"

"Um."

She glanced at Bian Qian again, turned and walked out of the auditorium.

"...Live in harmony, don't form gangs to bully the small, and prevent the possibility of school violence in our school. Respect teachers, be civilized and trustworthy. Finally, 'Xianzi is right when he is young, just like the sun rising from the Fusang'. Entai No. 1 Middle School can realize its dreams and embrace a bright future."

Bian Qian stood in the center of the stage, and the audience applauded like thunder. Although the opening ceremony was two weeks late due to the rainstorm a while ago, it did not affect the students' yearning for a new life at all.

Everyone's face is filled with joy and youthful colors.

It was exactly the same as the three-year celebration.

Even when he swings his fist at you, he looks innocent.

The lights went out, and the disgusted emotion no longer needed to be concealed, and instantly surged into the eyes from the depths of the bones and blood, rolling wantonly.

"Bian Qian, come, come, come."

The class teacher Xu Qiushan stood at the stairs and waited for her, beckoning kindly.

Bian Qian followed behind him and walked towards the teaching building together.

"Hello teacher."

"Hey, there is a math competition between our school and No. 2 Middle School recently, do you want to participate?"

"What day is it held?"

"Self-study tomorrow night, it's really a bit tight in our school. Haven't you taken the test regardless of the class, I looked at your previous report card and selected two people, and the other is Wen Qi."

After leaving the auditorium, the jacarandas stood silently by the roadside, the fine sunlight shone through the treetops on the ground, and there was a breeze blowing from time to time.

"it is good."

"The admission ticket is estimated to be issued tomorrow, so don't put too much pressure on it. Several math teachers said that it's all taught in class, so it's not difficult."

"Thank you, teacher."

Xu Qiushan suddenly stopped and asked:

"Last time I heard a few classmates say that they saw you fighting with others, is it true or not?"

She also stopped, and before Lao Xu turned his head, a flash of fleeting paranoia flashed in her eyes, and then she chuckled and said:

"I never got into a fight with anyone."

"I think so. I guess they got it wrong. You don't look like you can fight."

Bian Qian nodded in response.

After Xu Qiushan turned to say goodbye, the smile on her face immediately disappeared without a trace, even a little dark.

It was almost time for class, and she wanted to walk quickly back to class, but she couldn't use the strength in her feet, especially her right foot.

Because there is still the injury from being assassinated last time.

Class 22 is the first class in the stair passage on the left side of the teaching building.

Looking in through the small window of the front door of the class, someone on the podium took out a chalk from the chalk box and wrote in the column on duty. straight back.

Bian Qian gently opened the door.

Wen Qi had finished writing, and was about to put the chalk back, Bian Qian just wanted to smile at the man to express his gratitude, but the other party lowered his head to organize the chalk box, without even giving her a look.

Bian Qian immediately lowered the corners of her mouth and walked back to her seat along the aisle.

Seeing Bian Qian leaving from the corner of his eyes, Wen Qi raised his head and stared at the back.

When her eyes lingered on her ankles, she seemed to have noticed something, and the person who put the chalk paused, and didn't throw the chalk into the box until Bian Qian sat down.

"Squad leader! Just now the biology class representative asked me to collect homework, I handed over your workbook!"

"it is good."

Bian Qian pulled back the seat, and Su Yitong leaned over to whisper.

"Squad leader, are you friends with Captain Wen? How can she bring your schoolbag for you?"

"I'm not familiar with it, so I brought it with me by the way."

Bian Qian opened the book, and when she heard Su Yitong calling Captain Wen, she suddenly remembered something about Wen Qi.

She and Wen Qi were not in the same class before the first year of high school arts and sciences, but in No. 1 middle school, everyone had heard of the name Wen Qi.

He got the first place in the city during the high school entrance examination, but was snatched away by the provincial key high schools in the city, and finally came to Entai No. 1 Middle School, a century-old famous school in Entai. At the beginning of the military training, each class held a self-defense drill. Wen Qi beat the three instructors to the ground by himself, and was valued by the teachers of the physical education department. Throughout the first year of high school, Bian Qian often saw Wen Qi and himself on the honor roll of school competitions.

When entering the class, Bian Qian saw Wen Qi's scores on the report card. English and mathematics were close to full marks, but the Chinese test was only 112, so the total score was 0.5 points lower than hers.

"Wen Qi is really handsome, especially her temperament, but she is too fierce. Last time a school girl sent me a picture of Wen Qi in a student union meeting. The feeling of oppression was so scary."

Bian Qian opened the book to the place to memorize.

That palm came to mind again.

I passed by in a hurry and didn't see it clearly, but I still noticed the thin calluses on the fingertips, and the blue tendons bulging under the pale skin when I moved.

That is beautiful and sexy.

But her master was anything but likable.

The bell rang, and the physics teacher slowly opened the front door with a bag in hand.

He is a little old man in his 50s.

"Good morning, students, another day full of energy!"

A boy cried and continued:

"Good night then, my dear teacher."

The old man pretended to be serious and scolded him:

"It's a big treason."

"Hahahahaha."

At the end of the two classes, I have to run in the playground during the big break, and I will gamble on the stairs if I go down late, so the class will be empty soon.

Bian Qian put the vocabulary book into her pocket, followed the flow of people at the end and walked out of the class. Her foot injury is still not healed, and Xu Qiushan asked like that this morning. She asked for leave, which would definitely arouse suspicion.

In the class, Meng Xun took out the class flag from the crack of the back door, and asked Wen Qi who was still writing questions in his seat:

"Aren't you running?"

"Something happened."

The whole floor gradually fell silent.

Wen Qi walked through the corridor.

No. 1 Middle School has been established for nearly 100 years. Every summer and winter vacation, several pillars in front of the gate will be repainted, and the modernization of teaching facilities is also well completed.

Only the bathroom is always the green wooden door.

Bian Qian walked to the window directly opposite the door, originally wanted to recite a few words, but was a little bit hesitant to listen to the voice from the playground.

She was in a daze when the door was suddenly opened and there was a sound, but the movement was not too loud, and it was closed again immediately.

Bian Qian looked back.

Wen Qi, who had just closed the door, seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and said unexpectedly:

"Edge light?"

Before Bian Qian could make up an excuse, she heard the voices of Old Xu and another female teacher outside,

"Mr. Li, why don't you go down?"

"Isn't this arresting students? Anyone who doesn't want to go to the toilet to practice between classes will go to the toilet."

Old Xu said:

"Damn, there were a few in our class who ran to the cafeteria through the back door of the playground last time! Then I'll go first."

"okay!"

In just a moment, Wen Qi led her into the cubicle.

"you…"

"Do not talk."

At the moment of physical contact, Bian Qian subconsciously clenched her fist and wanted to swing it up, but she didn't expect Wen Qi to be so strong that she couldn't resist at all. She stared fiercely at the person in front of her. In the dim light, she couldn't see the other person's expression clearly. She could only clearly feel the hands on her side, and the inadvertent itching quickly spread to the center of the brain, and she breathed. The room was filled with the smell of Wen Qi's body, it smelled better than laundry detergent, it was very clear, and it miraculously calmed down Bian Qian's emotions.

The overhead lights were off, and this small space was crowded and a bit dark.

Bianqian frowned, feeling that the distance made her uncomfortable, so she wanted to back away, but the owner of those hands seemed to have noticed that she was going to leave, and hugged her even tighter, Bianqian's left foot was not stable, and the back of her head almost knocked to the door panel.

The sound of high heels was getting closer.

Wen Qi protected the back of Bianqian's head with his other hand, leaned forward a little more, leaned into Bianqian's ear and whispered:

"Don't move, you will be found."

Bian Qian gritted his teeth and turned his head sideways, the red tide behind his ears was completely exposed to the other party's eyes.

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