"Mu Sicheng!" A loud and angry female voice awakened from his long-avoided memory, "Why did you steal something again!"
The seventeen-year-old Mu Sicheng lazily raised his head from the desk, his face was full of the unhappiness and provocation of being awakened from sleep: "Yuan Qingqing, I'm stealing things, what's your business?"
"We two are unfamiliar?"
"What do you know, I'm the monitor!" Yuan Qingqing angrily slapped the table, "I have said that you should stop pranking, give me the stolen things, and I will give them back!"
"I won't pay it back." Mu Sicheng stretched while propping up the table, "Who proves that I took it, can you show me the proof?"
"I saw it." Yuan Qingqing calmed down suddenly, "I saw you flipping through Ma Cailiang's schoolbag at noon. I saw you take his dormitory key with my own eyes."
"I know you did this because you hate what Ma Cailiang did before, but you shouldn't punish him in this way."
"It's wrong to steal, Mu Sicheng classmate."
"It's half past ten, and the lights in the boys' dormitory will be off in half an hour. Ma Cailiang has been in his dormitory for half an hour." Yuan Qingqing stretched her hand in front of Mu Sicheng with a stern expression. Give me his key."
Mu Sicheng drooped his eyelids, he lifted his eyes in his pocket to look at the squad leader.
He transferred here two months ago. As for the reason for the transfer, it is naturally to steal things.
After being remembered a few times, he transferred to another school. His parents have always been ashamed of his habit. Once an accident occurs, he will be transferred to another school. The farther away from where they are, the better. Sicheng is a common occurrence.
As for stealing things... Mu Sicheng has this habit, just like some children like pranks, he likes stealing things.
The more challenging things, the more things that can make a person's complexion after theft, the more he likes to hide this thing, and after enjoying the other person’s expression, he slowly throws it out to see the other person’s aftermath. I cried alive with what I lost and recovered.
Mu Sicheng's parents couldn't stand his habit in the early days and beat him many times, but they still couldn't change it. The face-loving parents even took him to a mental hospital secretly.
What did the psychiatrist say
… Because of the parents’ long-term neglect of the child, the child did not get enough attention during the growth period, and a rebellion will form in adolescence. Stealing is actually just a way for the child to attract attention. You should accompany it more. Accompany him.
The doctor was actually quite right. In the early days, his parents worked hard outside and left him to take care of his grandfather. After these two people worked hard, it seemed that everyone around them was starting to fight for children. The parents suddenly remembered that there was a son like him, so they took Mu Sicheng back and brought him.
Mu Sicheng doesn't hate this psychiatrist, and I have talked frankly with the other two times. I just hate that these people don't cherish when they have them, and only know to look for them after throwing them away, so I just want to play pranks on them.
I understand. The psychiatrist is very friendly, can you change the way, can you try to communicate with them? .
Mu Sicheng was originally prepared to listen to the psychologist and talk to someone casually. He was not unaware that he was abnormal, but his parents did not see results after one month of treatment, so they unilaterally The treatment process stopped.
His parents quarreled with the helpless doctor in the treatment room: "I spent so much money to let him chat with you?"
"Can chat cure him of his bad thief? Can chat help him stop?! Don't you have any mind control drugs? Don't you have electrotherapy? We can't afford to pay, you give him all Come on!"
"Do you know that the spread of the fact that he had stolen things made us more embarrassed!"
Mu Sicheng waited boredly to play video games outside the treatment room, and looked down at his parents who were hysterically asking the doctor to refund the money. Suddenly, he didn't want to be treated.
It is good that he steals things to make these two people so uncomfortable.
Many people can't understand Mu Sicheng stealing things, because his family background is not bad, it can even be said to be quite good. His parents have worked hard for so long, and there is nothing else. The money is enough for him.
But the money is not for nothing. Mu Sicheng also needs to do a lot of things, such as good test scores, special skills, go out with them, not shame in front of those people, and must be thousands of times better than their children. Double the job.
Those people are the ones that his parents have worked hard till now and finally entered. They are considered high-class people. These people are different from his ordinary parents. Most of them are born very well. They make his ordinary parents very embarrassed and feel that they are themselves. Everything can't be compared, but I really want to compare this group of people.
"If I was born like this..." This is what his father said after he was often drunk.
"If I could have a family like that..." This is what his mother often said when crying.
His parents didn't like his origin, but he did not like his parents.
Mu Sicheng is the weapon of his parents, because he is excellent, at least better than the children of many people in this circle. This is enough to make his parents feel proud and praise him for being the only one who can be better than those in the circle. thing.
He has good grades, has good sports cells, and is smart in doing everything. He has a pretty cute face. He can be handsome when he goes out. He can also play some extreme sports, which makes many children in that circle. I admire him very much, think he is cool and handsome.
But this kind of adoration and praise only lasted until Mu Sicheng was found to have stolen something for the first time, and then the whole school notified him.
After he returned that day, his parents were sitting in the living room as if the sky had fallen. His mother cried so much that her makeup was gone. His father slapped him, and they asked him viciously:
"Why are you doing such a thing!"
"Do you know how much you lost me!"
They scolded him, taught him, and transferred him to another school. They hoped that he could get acquainted and become the former Mu Sicheng who made their faces shine, instead of the current Mu Sicheng who was stigmatized.
But time and time again, the parents finally abandoned him in disgust, and transferred him to the seventh class of a high school in an 18th-tier city, which is the current high school.
"The living expenses are called to you every month." His father waved tiredly and boredly. "Don't come back."
After Mu Sicheng was transferred to this school, he became a popular school grass for a while, but his popularity means that while someone likes him, there will also be people spying on him. Soon the things surrounding him were also discovered. The wind review fell into a trough again.
But he doesn't care much. Mu Sicheng is used to it. If someone likes him, he will be even more annoying.
It's not that he has never been liked by a group of people, just like that, I don't know why this group of high school students are so after some influential figure, popular school grass or something.
Senior two student Mu Sicheng thought so contemptuously.
Although everyone tacitly rejects him, Mu Sicheng looks a bit bad at first sight. He is tall and athletic, but no one dares to bully him. He just stayed away. Someone in the class lost something. When he was doing things, he would secretly glance at Mu Sicheng, and forced a few words in a low voice, and he didn't even dare to be in front of him.
This may have something to do with what Mu Sicheng stole. He was not the kind of thief who wanted to make money. On the contrary, he meant a bit of a weird thief, or even a grand thief.
The class likes to lift up girls’ skirts and boys’ trousers. After scolding poor students, they can only go to the wig of the teacher who sits on the stage, and the key to the boys’ dormitory who bullies the roommate.
The last one is Ma Cailiang.
Even if this group of people knew that Mu Sicheng stole it, after knowing his family situation, they were afraid to take him, dared not to speak, so there are still many people who like Mu Sicheng and feel that he has a unique personality. But these people didn't dare to make friends with Mu Sicheng, because Mu Sicheng didn't get along well at first sight.
In the entire class, the only one who dared to challenge Mu Sicheng was the monitor, Yuan Qingqing.
Yuan Qingqing is the squad leader of the seventh class, with high pony tails, round face and round eyes, so she looks a little big, and looks very well-behaved, but in fact she is a very serious girl and a very competitive person, no matter what the class is. Outside the school, she has participated in various competitions, large and small, very actively, and she is also willing to participate in the elections for school committees of various classes. She is a student that the teacher likes very much.
But the reviews among the students are a bit subtle. Yuan Qingqing has a nickname called Xiaoguan Fan.
Because she likes to be in charge very much.
For example, after she knew that Mu Sicheng had stolen something, she would have been staring at Mu Sicheng, and Mu Sicheng had been stared at. He had never met such a patient who was so patient with him.
His own biological parents are not so patient!
It’s like it’s eleven now, and he didn’t return to Yuan Qingqing’s dormitory in order to hide. He knew that she saw her when she got the key at noon today, and she knew she would come to investigate, so he didn’t go back specially. This person will definitely be there. He blocked him on the way back to the dormitory!
Mu Sicheng was going to wait in the classroom until the lights were turned off before returning to the boys' dormitory. What he thought at the time was that a person like Yuan Qingqing would definitely not act after turning off the lights.
But in order to find him, Yuan Qingqing didn't go to the girls' dormitory without turning off the lights, so she found him in the classroom.
Mu Sicheng was really convinced. He folded his hands together and pretended to surrender: "Squad leader, may I call you the squad leader, please let me go this time, I will definitely not commit the crime next time."
"I don't know where I lost the key. You tell me to look for it tonight, and I will bring it to you tomorrow."
Yuan Qingqing shook her eyes and began to hesitate.
Mu Sicheng sighed in his heart. He and Yuan Qingqing had experience in recruiting.
This person eats soft but not hard.
In the end, Yuan Qingqing let go: "You will return the key tomorrow."
"I must pay it back!" Mu Sicheng responded pretendingly, "Then can I go back to sleep now?"
Yuan Qingqing paused and stepped away. Her lips were tightly pressed, and she emphasized again: "We must pay it back!"
On the second day, when Mu Sicheng walked through the classroom office with the buns he played from the cafeteria and wiping the morning reading bell, he squinted and saw Yuan Qingqing, Ma Cailiang and Ma Cailiang’s parents who were facing each other in the office. And his head teacher.
The first thing that came out was Ma Cailiang's sharp voice-changing male duck voice: "Mu Sicheng must have stole it! Besides him, who else has such dirty hands and feet and loves to steal things!"
Ma Cailiang’s parents echoed: "Why are there such students in the class?! They also stole things. Last night, our child was locked out of the door for more than half an hour because he did not have the dormitory key!"
"It's okay to be detained for more than half an hour?" Yuan Qingqing's strong voice came out, "Classmate Ma Cailiang kept his roommate outside the door for one night, causing people to catch a cold, and he is still living in the hospital. Isn’t the nature of it more serious?"
"Classmate Ma Cailiang has already remembered this incident once, please be cautious when speaking, and don't slander your classmates at will. There is no evidence to prove that Classmate Mu Sicheng took your things!"
Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows when he heard it outside the door, and then stopped. He was certain that Yuan Qingqing saw him take the key.
Now this is... Lies to defend him
The arrogance of Ma Cailiang and his parents weakened in front of Yuan Qingqing.
The head teacher took the opportunity to round up the game: "Student Ma, look for it yourself, it may not be taken by someone. If you forget, where did you drop it?"
Ma Cailiang was not reconciled, but Yuan Qingqing, who looked at him with upside-down eyebrows and akimbo with a serious face, narrowed her neck in a bit of shock: "... Then I'll look for it again."
In addition to being the class leader, Yuan Qingqing is also the class representative of the class teacher, concurrently serving as the vice chairman of the student union, and at the same time a disciplinary committee member in the class. It can be said that taking charge of half of the seven classes has offended Yuan Qingqing, such a rigid and stubborn brain. He could not please good fruit.
Mu Sicheng hid away and watched with amusement what to do if Ma Cailiang scolded him at his parents while being upset that the key was missing.
The boys here are all double dormitories, and the keys are not assigned outside. They can only be issued after the school has assigned them. Ma Cailiang’s key is missing. It may take half a month for the new key to be issued after the report. Ma Cailiang can only rub his roommate’s key. , But unfortunately, because of his previous behavior, the relationship between Ma Cailiang and his roommate was quite bad, and it would be strange that the other party could open the door for him.
Mu Sicheng threw the key in his hand, admiring enough Ma Cailiang's madness, and casually wrapped it in the bag of steamed buns and threw it into the trash can.
At the same time, in the teacher's office.
"Is Qingqing here to send this week's disciplinary inspection?" The head teacher had a very good attitude towards Yuan Qingqing. He reached out and took the disciplinary check book that Yuan Qingqing had handed over, smiling lovingly, "How are our classmates doing this week? Woolen cloth?"
Disciplinary verification is a very boring inspection activity in this school. It is linked to the student's super points. It is counted every Monday. If the student does not violate any discipline this week, no points will be deducted, but due to the violation of discipline is too great. There are too many things. It counts as a trivial matter in class, as well as being late or not handing in homework. Generally speaking, it is a very troublesome statistical work, which belongs to the disciplinary committee of each class.
Generally speaking, the disciplinary committee members of other classes will just open one eye and close one eye if they are not too excessive, and will not deduct points, and give the whole class full marks, because generally if there is no school leader to inspect the violation of discipline , Will not care about this Sutuo book.
But once it is found, it is a very troublesome thing, especially for the class teacher. If the student has violated discipline and is seen by the school leader, and the Sutuo book has not been checked, the class teacher’s year-end will become a little dangerous. .
Therefore, the head teacher of each class will repeatedly emphasize that disciplinary inspections should be done seriously, but there are still very few disciplinary committees who do this work seriously.
But Yuan Qingqing is the kind of disciplinary committee member who will seriously conduct disciplinary inspections, and because of this, the class teacher particularly likes her.
"Let’s take a look..." The head teacher took the Sutuo book, put on reading glasses and glanced, "Ma Cailiang was outside the dormitory last Wednesday, deducting a small red flower for a week, this is no problem..."
Mu Sicheng bit the bun outside the door and rolled his eyes when he heard "Little Red Flower".
Su Tuo has a particularly mentally handicapped thing, that is, "Little Red Flower". The names of each classmate are arranged along the left side. Next to it are seven days a week, crossed horizontally and vertically. The performance of each day is a small grid. When this student behaves today When qualified, a small red flower stamp should be used to stamp this small grid, which means that the student's performance today is qualified.
Disciplinary committee members in other classes blindly cover the whole story with Xiao Honghua. After finishing the work, only Yuan Qingqing will write down the performance of each student every day. At the end of each weekend, they will cover it one by one.
Mu Sicheng kept complaining secretly, feeling that the school who could come up with this thing had some brains, and that Yuan Qingqing, who was serious about implementing this thing, had some brains too.
They are high school students, and they are not small classes in kindergarten.
"... Eh, this... There is something wrong with Mu Sicheng's little red flower." The class teacher's puzzled voice came from inside, "Except for yesterday, how can you be covered?"
"He has been credited for being too old to cover Xiaohonghua."
"But remembering a big demerit was done by classmate Mu Sicheng last month." Yuan Qingqing's voice was very stubborn. "This month's classmate Mu Sicheng has not been remembered. According to the regulations, it is possible to cover red flowers. teacher."
Mu Sicheng was ready to leave.
"... But the rules are rules..." The head teacher was a little bald, trying helplessly to persuade Yuan Qingqing, "But he has caused such a big thing, the school leader will be held accountable when he sees that he has been a small red flower."
"They think that students who have remembered a big demerit, Sutuo is so high, and the school's reputation is not good when it spreads out."
"You deleted it after you went back, Qingqing."
"But..." Yuan Qingqing retorted a little anxiously, "Student Mu Sicheng didn't do any disciplinary violations this month, why can't I cover the safflower?"
"Really nothing?" The teacher in charge of the class raised his teacup on the ground and dialed his reading glasses to look at Yuan Qingqing. "The thing that student Ma lost yesterday has nothing to do with him, right?"
Yuan Qingqing was quiet.
The teacher in charge took a sip of tea, and the very old fritters said: "The teacher knows and understands what you have to think carefully, but Mu Sicheng is not a person who can be handed over for life, Qingqing, do you know what the teacher means? No It is necessary to cover him for some cautious thinking. This kind of student and teacher has also seen him, and he will definitely continue to commit crimes in the future."
"...?" Yuan Qingqing asked in confusion, "what to think carefully and what to deliver for life?"
Seeing that Yuan Qingqing didn't understand, the head teacher finally sighed helplessly: "Anyway, you deleted Student Mu's little red flower. Just delete it."
Mu Sicheng's face, who was listening outside the door, gradually looked strange.
He did have a lot of girls like him, and he also received a lot of confession and love letters. Regarding the fact that it is easy to be liked by girls, he is still a little conscious about it.
But he really never thought that Yuan Qingqing would like him.
Yuan Qingqing is really weird. The way he stares at him every day is like a policeman staring at the first suspect, and the eyes of this woman staring at everyone in the class are like this. It's really hard to be vigilant. Love was seen in his serious eyes.
He can see killing intent better than love.
That slick old man said casually...
Mu Sicheng's chewing on the buns gradually slowed down. He was lost in thought. Could it be that my charm is so great that people like Yuan Qingqing can't escape
Seeing that Yuan Qingqing had found out the school rules and responsibilities, the head teacher wanted to argue with him to prove that Mu Sicheng could be covered by Xiao Honghua, and interrupted Yuan Qingqing’s words one by one, “That’s it, Qingqing, There is still a problem that needs to be solved by you."
"After half the time, aren't we going to change seats? I have collected the opinions of classmates and allocated seats according to their own wishes, but there is something more troublesome."
"Student Mu Sicheng had just turned around, and he was sitting alone at the back, but you also know that that seat is temporary. When the school leader saw him sitting alone when he was patrolling, he said that the impact was not very good, so let him Sit back in the large army, but when Mu Sicheng asked for a seat before, he handed in a blank sheet every day."
The head teacher also had a headache: "... And no one of the other students in the class wanted to sit with him."
"You think of a way, find a classmate in the class to do work, and find a table for Mu Sicheng. Of course, if these classmates are unwilling, you can make it clear to them. It is not a long-term sitting, that is, sitting for a period of time. After all, everyone is unwilling to rotate in the future. This can be regarded as a chore. I can only say as much as possible."
Mu Sicheng listened quietly outside the door, and the next second he sneered, then turned around and wanted to step in and said that I don’t need to be at the same table, and heard Yuan Qingqing’s clear voice: "I can do the same with him for a long time. table."
"Ah?!" Even the head teacher was a little surprised. "But Qingqing, in the will of the seat you handed in, is not him at the same table?!"
Mu Sicheng stepped in.
"I can sit at the same table with him and stare at him." Yuan Qingqing insisted. "Teacher, if he doesn't make any mistakes next month, I will cover him with a small red flower."
Mu Sicheng: "..."
head teacher:"… "
Why is this little girl still thinking about this!
When Yuan Qingqing really moved next to him, Mu Sicheng couldn't control her strange expression. On the one hand, he felt that Yuan Qingqing was at the same table with him just to monitor him, and on the other hand, there was a voice in him. Faintly, I kept saying...
Isn't it true that keeping an eye on him to this point is to get him in person? !
Realizing that Mu Sicheng had been looking at herself, Yuan Qingqing turned her head questioningly: "?"
"The 38th line." Mu Sicheng forcefully piled the books between the two people, blocking Yuan Qingqing's eyes from looking at him, "Don't come over, or I will be irritable."
Yuan Qingqing silently looked at the 38th line called the "38th Wall".
Originally, Mu Sicheng thought that Yuan Qingqing would be very uneasy in class and would be babbled all the time. But to his surprise, Yuan Qingqing was a very quiet girl. After class, she bowed her head and wore Glasses, listen carefully to class and take notes.
Unlike Mu Sicheng, who is messy on the desk, Yuan Qingqing is a neat and uniform student on the desk.
All her books are wrapped in a solid-color kraft paper case. From notepads, stationery boxes, to notebooks, they are all cartoon hip-hop monkeys with a brand and a pattern.
Mu Sicheng couldn't help but curiously look at what Yuan Qingqing was doing. When she glanced over from the side of the March Eighth Wall, she saw Yuan Qingqing writing notes with a serious expression on the small notebook nearby:
Classmate xx is playing with a mobile phone.
xx students are reading extracurricular books.
Classmate Mu Sicheng is running a small business, peeking at his deskmate.
Mu Sicheng:! ! !
Mu Sicheng quickly retracted his head behind the 38th wall and hammered the table angrily, thinking how this woman could be so dedicated, remembering others while listening to class, and still being so narcissistic!
Damn, don't you like him? How can I feel that I am peeking at her!
What is she worth peeking at! Buying a table of weird women with hip-hop monkeys!
When the get out of class was over, the quiet Yuan Qingqing was completely gone. She chased Mu Sicheng and asked, "Where is the key?"
"Why didn't you return the key to Ma Cailiang?"
"Didn't you say you will return it to him after you find it today?"
"I didn't find it." Mu Sicheng spread his hands dismissively, "That's it."
Yuan Qingqing looked at him without saying a word, just clenched her fist, and then suddenly said: "I... saw you put the key back that day."
"You didn't want to take it that much, why did you take it in the end?"
Mu Sicheng seemed to be hammered by a boring fist and hit his heart. He almost said viciously: "It's your shit! I have this problem! I just want to steal!"
"Theft, have you ever heard of it! What's wrong with me if you can control the heavens and the earth?!"
Then he pushed aside his chair, kicked and walked away.
Mu Sicheng thought that when she came back, Yuan Qingqing would leave, leaving an empty seat at the same table, but she still sat there quietly, glanced at him, and said, "Student Mu Sicheng, it's time for class. ."
It's like nothing happened.
Perhaps something happened. Mu Sicheng secretly saw Yuan Qingqing wrote another piece of Mu Sicheng's classmate in her small notebook, attempting to destroy the public property, but failed.
He was a little startled.
The life at the same table with Yuan Qingqing went on so peacefully and unsteadily. Yuan Qingqing is a good tablemate. She loves cleanliness, knows how to be polite, and is very willing to help others. Almost whenever her classmates ask her for help She would go, and she would try her best to resolve any matter. Mu Sicheng understood why there were so many classmates who complained about Yuan Qingqing in the class, but Yuan Qingqing would still be elected with the first number of votes every time the squad leader was elected.
Because she is a very reasonable person, it can be said that this kind of person is easy to get along with, and it can also be said that this kind of person is not easy to get along with, but she is very fair to people, and it is not different because of your family background, grades, and appearance.
Don't look at you with colored glasses just because of what you did in the past.
Mu Sicheng looked at the small reward sent in front of him. He did not commit the next thing in Yuan Qingqing's attention last week, and the student who got the full score of one week from Su Tuo can get a small reward, it is really small. , Usually a rubber, a sticker this kind.
But this is the first time that Mu Sicheng has won it. It feels a bit strange that a student like him can still get rewards for observing discipline. It's really...
At least Mu Sicheng himself could hardly imagine this day.
The small reward is an eraser, shaped like a hip-hop monkey.
At first glance, this eraser was not issued by the class. It was mostly Yuan Qingqing who bought it for him at her own expense.
On the day Yuan Qingqing gave Mu Sicheng an eraser, she went to the office first, and then seemed to have a dispute with the head teacher. Yuan Qingqing came back with red eyes and lay on the table without saying a word. There was a bag of erasers beside her desk. She got it back from the office.
The rubber in the plastic pocket is a regular square with a number 59 written on it with a marker.
There are 60 people in the 7th class and 59 rubbers, which means there is no reward for one person.
It goes without saying who this person is.
Mu Sicheng was very self-aware. He had committed such a serious matter before, and it would be weird if the school allowed him to get rewards again.
When the first night of self-study was over, Yuan Qingqing went out. When she came back, there was an extra rubber in the plastic pocket, in the shape of a hip-hop monkey.
Yuan Qingqing sent this rubber to Mu Sicheng, saying that it was his reward for observing discipline last week. When she said this, her eyes were swollen like peaches, and she cried again after seeing this. NS.
By the end of the second night, Yuan Qingqing was lying on the table again, curled up into a ball forbearingly, and sobbed very quietly, Mu Sicheng held the hip-hop monkey's eraser helplessly, and finally asked, "Hey, Yuan Qingqing, What's wrong with you?"
Yuan Qingqing slowly turned her face away, her eyes swollen again, she cried very quietly, and choked as she cried: "...I don't understand, why the head teacher just didn't let me remember the red flowers for you."
"You obviously didn't do anything last week, why couldn't you cover it..."
"I don't understand, it is clearly not written in the school rules, Ma... hiccup." She hiccuped and continued to cry, "I have remembered, Ma Cailiang can cover safflower, why can't you? Why do you say you influence If it’s not good, I can’t cover it... ”
"This is too unfair!"
Yuan Qingqing cried very indignantly, but Mu Sicheng couldn't help laughing. He was lying on the 38th wall, his eyes were involuntarily soft, but his tone was very playful: "So you just quarreled with the old man because of this. Second-rate?"
"It's not noisy, it's wrong to do this, I'm just arguing with the teacher." Yuan Qingqing slowly turned her head back, she was puzzled, "Why can't it be you?"
"You are just like everyone else, just an ordinary classmate in the class."
"You are not so bad, what bad effect can you cause?"
Mu Sicheng was quiet for a while, and then sighed: "Don't cry, fool."
After three nights, Yuan Qingqing's mood returned to normal. Mu Sicheng watched her put her two big peach eyes in her small book carefully:
Classmate Yuan Qingqing cried and lost her mind during class.
Yuan Qingqing and Mu Sicheng were talking trivialities.
Mu Sicheng: "..."
Grass, next time he comforts this person, he will be a fool.
The three-eighth wall began to fade away, and the two people’s eyes could communicate briefly on the wall, usually with Yuan Qingqing looking back in confusion, and Mu Sicheng moving away casually. The relationship between the two of them began to slowly become harmonious. , He will fetch water for Yuan Qingqing when he goes out, and Yuan Qingqing will bring a meal for him who is stuck in the classroom in the morning.
Rumors began to spread in the class that Yuan Qingqing liked him.
Mu Sicheng sneered at such rumors and only now realized that these high school students are not as good as him in observation. Isn't it obvious that Yuan Qingqing likes him
Of course he didn't like Yuan Qingqing, although Yuan Qingqing's notebook recorded many times that Mu Sicheng peeked at her tablemate, Mu Sicheng just thought it was interesting to observe Yuan Qingqing, a fool.
Yuan Qingqing has some very strange and stubborn habits, just like this person's adherence to the rules. For example, she must buy a full set of hip-hop monkeys when she buys stationery. For example, when get out of class is over the next night, Yuan Qingqing will definitely lie next to her table. On the window, I stared at the window for a long time.
At first glance, Mu Sicheng thought that this person was looking at the reflection on his own window, and he would sort out the shape quite tightly for a long time, posing a pose that he felt better about himself.
It was a very accidental time that Mu Sicheng discovered that Yuan Qingqing was not looking at him, but someone outside.
The students in the third year of their school do not let them go for one night and two nights. After two evenings of self-study, they enlarge the classroom with the first and second year of high school. There are 20 minutes in the big break, and many of them sit in the classroom all day in the third year. Students will go to the playground for a run, relax their muscles and bones, and keep in shape.
The school encourages this behavior, so on the second night, there will be lights on the playground. Four lights will be flashed around the entire playground to make it easier for everyone to see things. Don't run into each other.
The angle Yuan Qingqing looked at from the window was exactly the position of one of the lamps. From that angle, you could just see the appearance of every student running under the lamp. Mu Sicheng once followed Yuan Qingqing. Looking over, she found that when one of them ran under the lamp, Yuan Qingqing's whole body would be tense. She would hold her pen to write a small book tightly, and her gaze would follow the other side closely until she fully looked at He didn't see the back of the other person running, and then lay down a little languidly.
Yuan Qingqing will become nervous again when this person runs over again next time.
It's like she didn't carefully peek at this person running from the window, but blocked the person's runway, the whole person was at a loss.
It was like when Mu Sicheng peeped at her.
That person, Mu Sicheng, knew that he was the chairman of the student union, a senior high school student, with good grades and good looks. Before Mu Sicheng came, he was the most popular boy in the school.
Yuan Qingqing often followed this boy to deal with student union affairs. The other party visited Yuan Qingqing several times in Class 7. She was very gentle and always said with a smile that when I graduate, the student union will rely on you to do things, Qingqing.
Every time the boy came to see Yuan Qingqing, Yuan Qingqing was always nervous and would suddenly jump up from the table. After coming back, the whole expression was blank, lying limp on the table, stupid.
It’s not that Mu Sicheng couldn’t perceive the strangeness, but when he discovered that Yuan Qingqing was waiting so expectantly and earnestly for a whole large class, just waiting for the boy to run through the lamp for a few seconds, Mu Sicheng’s brain It stops for a few seconds.
"Hey." Mu Sicheng's mind was blank. He heard himself asking badly, "Yuan Qingqing, you peep at people every night, don't you like this man, do you?"
Deny it.
You have been peeking for so long, and you haven't said that you like you, so you are definitely afraid to confess to the other party.
Deny that you like that boy.
Deny me... I like you, Yuan Qingqing.
Yuan Qingqing, who was lying at the window, sat up abruptly, her eyes were bright, angry, her face flushed, and she was a little bit embarrassed. She was embarrassed and shy after the secret was exposed. But soon, Yuan Qingqing sorted out her expression. , She lay on the table and said softly and softly: "Yes."
"I like him."
"Maybe I am not good enough for him." Yuan Qingqing turned to the window and mumbled quietly, "but I like it, and I don't violate the rules and disciplines."
On the contrary, Mu Sicheng became furious, his head was angry, his eyes were red, his hand hammered hard on the 38th wall, and he was angrily crowned: "Why are you not worthy of him! Your grades are so good, and your work is so serious." He is so enthusiastic to his classmates! This man is not half as fast as I am running! You can see him as good! Not worthy! Don't shame this man!"
Yuan Qingqing was taken aback by Mu Sicheng's sudden eruption, and she gave a blank "Huh?"
"Also take a peek!" Mu Sicheng stood up Yuan Qingqing and dragged her out angrily, "He just ran for a walk, if you want to see, go down and take a peek!"
"It's useless to take a peek!"
Mu Sicheng pushed Yuan Qingqing to the top of the stairs and waved his hand impatiently to make two go gestures: "He ran there for you to see. Why is he embarrassed. Go down and look in person, openly. Look!"
"I'm allowed!"
Yuan Qingqing went down in confusion and anxiously. Mu Sicheng was silent for a while at the top of the empty stairs. He walked back, his fists clenched tightly, and sat down in his seat.
Mu Sicheng didn't want to look at it, but he turned his head uncontrollably and looked out the window.
Outside the window, Yuan Qingqing ran to the side of the track. When the boy ran again from where, he actually saw Yuan Qingqing. He seemed to think that something was wrong with Yuan Qingqing's coming to him. He broke away from the running team and came to Yuan Qingqing. In front of.
Yuan Qingqing waved her hands helplessly, her face flushed, as if explaining that she had nothing to do.
The boy smiled and stretched out his hand, seeming to invite Yuan Qingqing to do something, as if to run together.
Yuan Qingqing stared at the boy blankly. After a long, long time, she jumped excitedly, then nodded frantically, followed behind the boy and ran with him. The two of them ran and chatted, and their smiles were very real. Happy.
Mu Sicheng: "..."
He is about to break the defense.
Mu Sicheng's hands were shaking. He leaned on the table, closed his eyes and took two deep breaths, and even dizzy for a while Yuan Qingqing really liked each other.
The other party to Yuan Qingqing... does not seem to be meaningless.
It's just that Yuan Qingqing is so dull and tolerable that she didn't notice it at all. She has a crush on her own until now.
It's just... Yuan Qingqing... Really, haven't you really felt affection for him
Then why should she treat him this way
What kind of reason was it that made her insist that he is not a bad person.
Curiosity turned into a peculiar itchy feeling from the bottom of Mu Sicheng's heart to the palm of his hand, like a certain evil desire turned into a poisonous spider, hovering in his mouth and palm, his fingers cramping. The earth twitched, Mu Sicheng couldn't help looking at the little book on Yuan Qingqing's desk.
It's been a long, long time... he hasn't touched other people's things.
This little book, he has seen Yuan Qingqing write some daily experience on it, if he can...
Mu Sicheng took a deep breath. He clenched his fist, retracted his gaze, looked at the half-used hip-hop monkey eraser on his desktop, his chest was violently ups and downs, and he tried to control his emotions.
no need.
The days went on like that, and Mu Sicheng forced herself to get used to Yuan Qingqing, who would go for a run every night during the self-study class, and the boy who used to come to the class to find Yuan Qingqing more and more frequently. He was used to losing Yuan. Qingqing's surveillance can also forcefully control her desire to steal something.
In the last period of the second year of high school, Mu Sicheng was incredibly peaceful, he even thought he could let go of Yuan Qingqing, just like he could let go of his desire to steal.
Untimely desires and untimely feelings are about to be eliminated from his life as he grows up.
In the summer vacation at the end of the second year of high school, the whole class celebrated that he was about to enter the third year of high school. It could also be said that it was the last time he was crazy. After agreeing to be honest with him, many of the classmates who were a little afraid of him came to contact him, even the head teacher changed him a lot, and the relationship with other people became harmonious.
After going to the park for a whole day of crazy fun, the students reluctantly said goodbye and went back to their homes.
Mu Sicheng looked at Yuan Qingqing, who was wearing a long skirt and carrying a schoolbag, paused, looked away, and said, "It's a bit late, I'll see you off?"
Seeing that Yuan Qingqing wanted to refuse, Mu Sicheng quickly said again: "I take bus No. 7, shall we drop by?"
Yuan Qingqing said suspiciously: "I remember your house is not on the 7th line."
"I changed a place. I rented an apartment. If I didn't feel comfortable living in it, I changed it." Mu Sicheng spread his hands, "Luo Li, it's boring, just say you can't leave, right?"
Don’t talk about Line 7. Mu Sicheng has basically never taken a bus. He used to take a taxi directly when he went out, so he faced a very embarrassing situation. When he got on the bus, he realized that he actually had to pay for coins. .
Yuan Qingqing voted for him, frowning and criticizing Mu Sicheng: "You have to talk to the head teacher when you change houses. You live by yourself and your mailing address has changed. Then you won't be able to find anything that happened to you."
"You remember to go back and report to the class teacher..."
"Worship-in-law." Mu Sicheng sneered and interrupted Yuan Qingqing's words, "Take care of your own affairs."
Mu Sicheng grabbed the ring of the public car and swept away the light. He saw Yuan Qingqing's white neck hanging on a chain with a two-letter abbreviation, like someone hanging his name on hers. On her body, before the declaration of sovereignty, Yuan Qingqing had never worn any accessories. Mu Sicheng paused and said, "Is this chain given to you by him?"
"... Hmm." Yuan Qingqing was a little embarrassed. "He graduated and said he wanted to save something for me as a souvenir, so he gave me this."
"It's just a memorial?" Mu Sicheng asked sarcastically.
"Because I'm still in high school, he said to wait for me to go to college." Yuan Qingqing scratched her head, "just be my boyfriend."
As she was talking, she couldn't help but smirk: "He has visited my parents, hehe."
"... The attitude is improvised." After saying this, Mu Sicheng fell silent.
On the crowded bus, someone approached quietly, stretched out his hand, and leaned toward Yuan Qingqing’s backpack. Mu Sicheng who was next to him grabbed his hand abruptly, and asked with cold eyes, "What are you doing? ?"
After a farce, Yuan Qingqing and Mu Sicheng got out of the car ahead of time. At Yuan Qingqing's insistence, they sent the people to the nearest public security bureau, and then separated at the bus stop closest to the public security bureau.
"Don't give it away." Yuan Qingqing waved, "My house is nearby, so go back soon!"
Mu Sicheng inserted his pockets to look at Yuan Qingqing who was going away, and gave a hum from his eyes. When Yuan Qingqing disappeared from his sight, Mu Sicheng slowly sat on the seat of the station and took it out of his pocket. That little book.
This was taken from Yuan Qingqing’s schoolbag when the thief was stealing things. When Yuan Qingqing cleared his things, she mainly cleared the money and cell phone. She didn’t find that this little book was missing, and Mu Sicheng hid it. Up.
the last time.
Mu Sicheng looked at the little book on the cover of the hip-hop monkey. He took a deep breath and controlled his trembling hand.
Let him know what Yuan Qingqing was thinking about and why he thought of him that way, so he would never steal again.
He turned the first page, and then stood still.
Student Mu Sicheng did not violate discipline this week, but the teacher was not allowed to cover him with red flowers. I don't understand why everyone can have small red flowers, but Mu Sicheng cannot have small red flowers.
This is not fair.
As a disciplinary committee member, I should give a small red flower to every classmate who has not violated the discipline.
Below is a hand-painted row of small red flowers with Mu Sicheng's name written next to it.
Every week from now on, as long as Mu Sicheng did not violate the discipline, Yuan Qingqing would seriously draw a row of small red flowers for Mu Sicheng, until last week, the day before their holiday, this record still exists.
On the last day of the record, Yuan Qingqing recorded:
Student Mu Sicheng has not committed any disciplinary violations for two months. After consulting with the teacher, he admitted that his previous behavior was biased and allowed me to move the student Mu Sicheng’s little red flower to the Sutuo book next semester. This week’s informal little red flower is recorded as the last week, and there will be no separate record of Mu Sicheng’s little red flower in the future.
I hope that Mu Sicheng will be a serious person in the future and stop making mistakes.
Mu Sicheng held the notebook and lowered his head very slowly. He breathed quickly, his hands clenched tightly, but suddenly laughed, tears dripping down his eyes.
He... committed another crime.
He failed Yuan Qingqing's trust in him, a fool.
"Mu Sicheng..." Yuan Qingqing's puzzled voice sounded in front of Mu Sicheng, "Why are you still here?"
Mu Sicheng abruptly hid the little notebook behind him. He turned his face away and calmed himself: "I'm waiting for the bus here. I didn't wait. Why did you come back?"
"Oh." Yuan Qingqing didn't doubt that he had him, she said distressedly, "I went back and looked for it, and found that my notebook was missing. There were some students’ performances from last semester on it. It’s very troublesome to be missing. I wonder if it’s not. The thief stole my notebook just now."
"Really?" Mu Sicheng took a deep breath, "What if you didn't bring it?"
"Today is to come out to play. You don't need to record who violated the rules. Generally, when you don't do anything, you don't bring your notebook."
"... It seems to be." Yuan Qingqing was circumvented by Mu Sicheng, she frowned, "but I remember I brought it."
"And which thief has nothing to steal your notebook?" Mu Sicheng sneered, "It doesn't look like it's worth any money."
Yuan Qingqing was angry: "That book records everyone's performance for a semester. It's very important!"
"But what you said makes sense." Yuan Qingqing sighed, "Maybe I really forgot to bring it. I will go to the school to find it tomorrow."
Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief, but he looked at Yuan Qingqing who hadn't even suspected him before turning around. The unresolved emotion in his chest suddenly surged, and he said in a ghostly manner: "Hey, I'm also a thief."
"Yuan Qingqing, why don't you suspect that I stole your things?"
Yuan Qingqing turned her head and looked at Mu Sicheng seriously. She looked at it for a long, long time, and then said: "Don't make this kind of joke casually."
"You spent two months trying to make everyone in your class trust you."
"Before you made a mistake, as the class leader and disciplinary committee member, I would not and should not doubt you easily, classmate Mu Sicheng."
"I'm going back, goodbye, you also go back soon."
Yuan Qingqing waved her hand, ready to leave
Mu Sicheng took a deep breath, and he spoke, wanting to say that I won't do it again, Yuan Qingqing.
But at the moment before that sentence was spoken, an out-of-control bus crashed into the station, stuck next to Mu Sicheng, and got stuck in it.
Yuan Qingqing’s schoolbag rolled on the ground, and the hip-hop monkey’s stuff was scattered all over the floor. The blood-stained hip-hop monkey earphones rolled on Mu Sicheng’s feet, like a malfunction, the monkey eyes on the earphones began to flash red. Pedestrians began to scream around, and the bus driver climbed down from the window in horror. His face was drunk and he was obviously drunk.
Yuan Qingqing's arm fell weakly from the side of the bus.
The blood splashed on Mu Sicheng's face, his pupils dilated.
The little book in his hand fell to the ground, the last page was soaked with blood, the little red flower melted in the blood, and he couldn't see it anymore.
Ornamental pool.
Lu Yizhan looked up at Mu Sicheng, who had been trapped in the chain hurricane on the big screen, his eyes were hollow, and he was obviously lost in his mental value. He sighed complicatedly when he thought of the files he had found.
Everyone selected by the White Six has his destiny controlled by him.
He likes the souls of these people, wants them to enter his own game, and hopes that the skills of these people can be used and needed by him, so Bailiu will deliberately design the life path of these people to intensify the core of the other party’s desires. Maximize the opponent's desire, so that the skills derived from the opponent's desire are the strongest.
Whether it is Liu Jiayi, Daniel, or Mu Sicheng, everyone has experienced this process of intensifying desire under the control of Bai Liu.
Liu Jiayi, who could have reconciled with Liu Huai, personally killed Liu Huai under the guidance of Bai Liu. Daniel killed Phoebe with the assistance of Bai Liu in the family seizure of power. Mu Sicheng's last hesitation directly led to the death of Yuan Qingqing. In front of him, Mu Sicheng at that time could still barely control himself, so in the Liu Huai incident, Bai Liu let Mu Sicheng witness Liu Huai's death again, destroying Mu Sicheng's last defense.
Mu Sicheng’s desire began with theft, because the people he liked and the close ones wanted to break free from theft, but eventually entered the game because of the deaths of these people, wanted to resurrect them, and eventually fell into theft and became a godly. Forged, a game machine called thieves.
Both times I was hit and killed by a bus, both times because of my own suspicion. The speed and time difference became Mu Sicheng's most unforgivable point. He wanted to run faster and move more agile, surpassing everything in this world. The vehicle that deliberately hurts people is holding the person who is about to die under the wheel.
But he didn't.
Thus, the worst and perfect thieves in the world were born.
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