As soon as the boy entered the classroom, the boy who had been so anxious just now seemed to have a backer. He ran over and pointed at Chu Qing sitting in the seat and complained: "Boss, it's her. She has been sitting in your seat and she won't leave no matter what I say!"
The young man looked in the direction he pointed and met Chu Qing's eyes in an instant. He was stunned for a moment, and his eyes suddenly became subtle.
Chu Qing's attention was initially focused on his colorful turkey head. After he stared at her for a long time, she reluctantly moved her gaze downwards. Their eyes immediately met in the air. After seeing each other's eyes, she was stunned for a moment.
… Why do this boy’s eyes look so similar to Qi Weichen’s
But if you look closely, they are not too similar. Qi Weichen's eyes are like a cold pond in winter, always unconsciously revealing a chill, and naturally distant. But this kid is different. His eyes are like a spoiled cat, innocent and ignorant, and revealing a familiar and annoying... fangs and claws.
Although she was very annoyed at being woken up in the middle of her sleep, Chu Qing surprisingly did not dislike this turkey cub and did not want to argue with him.
However, she was generous, but the others didn't want to let it go. The boy who had just shouted at her was now standing next to Turkey Cub with a treacherous look on his face: "Boss, so many people are watching, you must teach her a lesson, otherwise if people know that a little girl took your place, how can we survive in Chengde in the future."
The boy was still staring at Chu Qing. He didn't respond at all when he heard him speak. He walked straight over and threw the schoolbag on his shoulder on the table in front of Chu Qing. He kept staring at her face: "Hey, where are you from?"
The boy was about the same height as Qi Weichen. He was standing right in front of him and being stared at. An ordinary person would definitely feel pressured. However, Chu Qing did not feel uncomfortable at all. He just told him seriously, "This is my desk."
The boy was about to swear, but he couldn't say a word in front of her face. After holding it in for three seconds, he pulled a chair and sat across from her impatiently: "I didn't tell you about the table. I asked you where you are from? What's your name?"
The boy who was acting as a traitor just now opened his mouth and looked at his back in shock. The other boys who were familiar with the boy also looked at each other. After a while, someone whispered, "This is the first time the boss asked a girl's name. Could it be that he has a crush on her?"
"I think so too, she's so beautiful... But why does she look so familiar to me? Do you think she looks like the boss?"
"I can hear you." The boy frowned.
The little followers immediately became as quiet as quails, standing still and not daring to say a word.
"Hey, speak." The boy stared at Chu Qing.
Chu Qing glanced at him and with an innocent look on her face, she pulled the schoolbag on the table. The schoolbag fell directly off the table, making a noticeable noise when it hit the ground. There were several obvious gasps in the class, and those who had been following the boy were even more incredulous.
When everyone thought Chu Qing was going to be in trouble, the boy just irritably pulled off his mask, revealing his handsome face. Chu Qing was a little surprised. She didn't expect that besides his eyes, his face shape and nose were similar to Qi Weichen's. The only difference was that his lips were redder than Qi Weichen's, and the shape of his lips was not quite the same... But he looked familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before.
... Could this boy be a relative of Qi Weichen? As soon as this thought came to her mind, Chu Qing asked directly, "What's your name?"
"Fuck, who is asking who?" The young man became more and more irritable, but for some reason, he was trying his best to suppress his anger.
… She has a really bad temper. Chu Qing said, “My name is Chu Qing. What’s wrong with you?”
The boy was stunned for a moment: "What's your name?"
"Chu Qing, Chiwu Chu, Qiyi Yingqing, Chu Qing." After Chu Qing introduced her name, she looked at the boy's dull face and suddenly felt that she was very patient.
After a while, the boy's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Impossible! How could your name be Chu Qing?!"
"Why would I lie to you? Should I show you my ID card?" In 2042, ID cards were cancelled and replaced by ID cards, which are multifunctional cards that integrate identity proof, medical insurance, and savings. It was prepared for her by 41-year-old Qi Weichen.
After she finished speaking, she took out her ID card and showed it to the boy openly.
After the boy saw the name above, he remained silent for a long time with a cold face, and finally asked her with a frown: "Why do you call yourself this?"
"Are you ready to go?" Chu Qing's patience wore thin and she gave him a fake smile.
This smile gave him a very familiar feeling. The boy felt his hands were shaking, but he still asked without giving up: "Who gave you the name?"
"My mother."
"Who asked you to come to this school?" The boy's expression became more serious.
Chu Qing completely lost her patience and said expressionlessly, "My mom."
The boy stared at her intently, and after a long while, he stood up in annoyance, turned around twice, and turned to walk out. The boy who had been encouraging him to teach Chu Qing a lesson just now stopped him and said, "Boss, class is about to start, where are you going?"
"Where are you going... I'm not going anywhere." The boy came back to his senses and managed to calm down.
The boy glanced at Chu Qing and saw her lying on the table preparing to sleep. He was immediately furious: "Boss, are you really interested in her?"
"Don't talk nonsense," the boy paused and said something that was totally inconsistent with his rebellious appearance, "My mom doesn't allow me to fall in love too early."
People who are familiar with him know that he listens to his mother very much. When he said this, they immediately knew that he was not interested in Chu Qing, so the boys began to fan the flames: "Since you don't like her, what are you waiting for, boss? Everyone in Chengde High School knows that the last row corner is your seat. If this girl takes it away, you will be laughed at!"
"Yes, seat," the boy came back to his senses, returned to Chu Qing again, and knocked on her desk, "Hey, move aside, this is my seat."
Chu Qing had been harassed for the entire morning, and this time she was completely annoyed. She sat up straight and looked at him: "Why?"
The boy had a temper that could easily explode, but when he faced her at this moment, he somehow managed not to lose his temper at all: "Just move your seat, and you can sit at the same table with me. There won't be much difference."
"I want this position. You can sit at the same table with me. It won't make much difference." Chu Qing said the same words in a different tone, becoming twice as arrogant and twice as annoying.
Before the boy could speak, the boy behind him couldn't help but say, "Hey Chu Qing! Don't be so shameless!"
"Don't call her name randomly!" The boy scolded with an awkward look on his face, and the other boy suddenly didn't dare to speak.
The boy frowned and tried to reason with others for the first time: "The people sitting here are all hooligans who don't like to study. If you sit here, you may not be admitted to university."
Chu Qing stared at him expressionlessly: "Tell me, what can I do to make you shut up."
“Fuck…” The young man tried to hold back, but finally couldn’t help but utter a swear word.
The boy who had been holding back for a long time immediately responded: "Boss, teach her a lesson!"
"Shut up, traitor." Chu Qing rolled her eyes at him.
Boy: “?” Who, who is the traitor
The boy stared at Chu Qing with a frown on his face, looking a little irritated and a little depressed, as if he didn't know what to do with her. Chu Qing lost all her sleepiness when he looked at her like that, so she looked back with a stern face. Just as the two of them were staring at each other, the atmosphere was deadlocked, Qi Weichen came in from outside, and paused when he saw several tall and strong boys surrounding Chu Qing.
Chu Qing noticed Qi Weichen walking towards her and immediately waved at him: "I'm fine, you go back to your seat." She couldn't lose this matter today, otherwise it would be difficult to establish her authority in the future. At this time, she didn't want Qi Weichen to get involved.
Qi Weichen stopped walking, but did not listen to her and went back to his seat. He just stood there and looked at her. The boy's friend glanced at him and blurted out: "Fuck!"
The young man frowned, turned his head casually to look back, and froze when he saw Qi Weichen's face. The moment Qi Weichen looked at him, his eyes, which had always been calm, seemed to change a little.
The boy felt that he was having trouble breathing and that he was about to die. After a long while, he spoke with difficulty: "Fuck?"
"Don't swear." Qi Weichen said.
This familiar tone, this familiar expression, the boy's forehead was throbbing with veins: "... What's your name?"
"Qi Weichen." Qi Weichen said lightly.
Chu Qing looked at him in surprise. She didn't expect that the usually aloof academic master would be willing to pay attention to a colorful turkey chick.
The boy's Adam's apple moved, and he tried to calm himself down for a while: "Who gave you the name?"
"My dad."
"Who sent you to Chengde?" the young man asked.
Chu Qing was afraid that Qi Weichen would not lie, so she interrupted him before he could speak: "It's still his father, can you change the question? Is it interesting to ask these two questions to everyone you meet?"
The boy was like a camel that needed only a straw to break its back. He stood between Chu Qing and Qi Weichen, his eyes darting back and forth between their faces. Finally, he asked with one last breath, "Do you two... have the same parents?"
"What nonsense! Of course not!" Chu Qing handed him the last straw.
The young man clenched his fists tightly, and after a moment of silence, he turned around and strode out. The treacherous minister anxiously called out "Boss" and ran out after him. The remaining few people wanted to catch up but were blocked by Qi Weichen.
"What's his name?" Qi Weichen asked calmly.
Those people were originally anxious to leave, but for some reason, after meeting Qi Weichen's calm and cold eyes, they subconsciously stood still and answered the question: "Qi Muyang."
"Qi Muyang." Qi Weichen repeated in a low voice, his drooping eyelashes blocking all thoughts.
When Qi Weichen stopped the man and asked his name, Qi Muyang had already run far away. He had long legs and good stamina, so the treacherous minister lost him after a short while and ran around the school for an hour before finding him.
When he found Qi Muyang on the roof of the teaching building, he had calmed down and was staring at his phone in a daze.
The treacherous official sat down beside him exhausted, looked at the bright sun above his head, swallowed his saliva and asked: "Boss, aren't you hot?"
Qi Muyang didn't say anything.
The treacherous minister took a look at his mobile phone and found that the battery level was less than 5%. At this moment, the page was stuck on recent calls. The two numbers at the top, marked as Dad and Mom, showed that each had been dialed dozens of times. It was obvious that this was how the battery was consumed.
"Boss, didn't you say that uncle and aunt went to work on a project and we can't contact them within a year and a half? Why are you calling them again now?" The treacherous minister was puzzled.
"I have something to ask them." Qi Muyang's face was gloomy, and he didn't want to say a word, as if he had suffered a huge blow.
Traitor: "But you can't get in touch with me now."
Qi Muyang remained silent.
The treacherous official wiped his sweat and asked with a worried look, "Boss, what's wrong? Why are you so abnormal today? Is it because of the seat or those two people? Just say a word, and I will take my brothers to deal with them and take back the throne in the corner for you!"
"I'm not in the mood to worry about the seats right now. Let her sit if she wants... Also, don't touch them." Qi Muyang lowered his head after saying this, looking more dejected than ever before.
The treacherous official looked at him in shock: "Boss! What's wrong with you? That's your favorite seat, how can you just give it up like that?! And you don't even bother with them at all?"
Qi Muyang looked at him and said, "You don't understand."
"Boss, now I understand what you said." The treacherous minister immediately came closer with a chuckle.
Qi Muyang smelled the sweat on his body and moved back in disgust. After moving to a safe distance, he spoke with vicissitudes: "If I'm not mistaken, they should be the children of my parents' infidelity, my half-brother and my half-sister."
"… What?"