Qin Jue couldn't explain why, but he felt sour and swollen in his heart.
He was like a beast full of fangs, with many scars from battles on his face. He was originally majestic and feared by everyone, but one day, a little rabbit who was still at an innocent age was killed because he was ignorant of the world. , mistakenly used his sharp claws as a nest, and took the initiative to come over and curl up in his soft fur to sleep, snoring comfortably - little did he know that just a slight scratch of this claw could kill him like this. A rabbit's life.
But when Qin Jue raised his paw, the little rabbit's clear and innocent eyes made his heart tremble, and he finally touched its two big soft ears hanging down without doing anything.
...Forget it, he is the cold and powerful king of the jungle. Such a small herbivore cub is not enough for him to fill his teeth, and killing him would also undermine his majesty.
So from then on, he allowed the little rabbit to sleep on his fur. Occasionally, he would carefully rub the rabbit's head with the soft flesh pads on his paws. Listening to its cute whimpering, he felt warm and satisfied in his heart.
But now - someone actually broke into his territory, speaking rabbit language that he couldn't understand, and seemed to want to take away his little rabbit.
Even for the sake of his own dignity, he would never allow this kind of thing.
Just because he doesn't kill the rabbit doesn't mean that the rabbit can belong to others casually, let alone take it away, even if others want to smell it, they can't.
Otherwise... Otherwise, how could he still hang out in the jungle in the future
So after stopping the game, Qin Jue stared at Li Baizhu in front of him with caution, and his pleasantries were also very restrained. But Shen Ye on the other side always looked like he was overflowing with fatherly love. He even voluntarily gave up the behavior of puffing up smoke to cultivate immortality. For the first time, he smoked a cigarette for this "kid" and asked: "Kid, how old are you? Have you gone to college?"
… Oh shit. So Qin Jue couldn't control himself, and even felt bad about Shen Ye: Two days ago, he told me that heirs are not heirs. Why don't you just give him a red envelope as lucky money now, Uncle Shen.
Li Baizhu was not afraid of strangers, and answered Shen Ye in a loud voice: "I am 20 years old. I went to school a year later than others. I did not go to university. I am now an apprentice, so I came here to play with my brother during the holidays, Ye Shen."
As he spoke, he added: "One time during evening self-study, Qi Ji and I peeked at Ye Shen's game, and we were caught by the class teacher. I didn't expect Qi Ji to be teammates with Ye Shen now, how about Ye Shen for a while? Sign it for me and I’ll take it back to my colleagues?”
This lick obviously made Shen Ye very comfortable, but Cui Xuezhi's voice sounded slowly: "You don't even attend evening self-study. Which game did you watch that was so exciting?"
Under the sun, Qin Jue suddenly felt that Li Baizhu was stunned for half a second, but soon, the other party's voice was still very pleasant: "It was the time when Ye Shen SOLO defeated the Demon King Demon."
This "War between Gods and Demons" was indeed one of Shen Ye's most famous classic victories, but Qin Jue frowned: That was four fucking years ago, and Li Baizhu and Qi Ji weren't even classmates yet. They relied on brain waves to win. Did you watch it together
But Qi Ji didn't expose it. Even if he was as smart as Cui Xuezhi, he didn't seem to notice it. He just nodded and continued to play his ranking, letting Qi Ji take Li Baizhu to visit the team base.
Before the two of them went out, Qin Jue vaguely heard the complicated and difficult-to-understand southern dialect, so he couldn't help but click the keyboard louder, and chose the airport to skydive, all he wanted to do was shoot.
But half a minute later, Shen Ye's displeasure became apparent: "This kid named Li is not very honest. Can he defraud me of an autograph worth 8,000? Fuck—"
But before he finished his sentence, Shen Ye was startled by Qin Jue's expression: "...What are you doing, brother? Why do you look more aggrieved than me?"
"Ah?" Qin Jue trembled and denied, "No, no, I just thought that they were whispering in dialects that you southerners could understand, so they bullied me..."
Feeling that something was wrong, Qin Jue quickly added: "I mean, a northern macho like me—"
Unexpectedly, the air was silent for a second. The two old fritters looked at each other and suddenly laughed: Guigui, do you have any misunderstanding about their Zhejiang dialect? No matter how southern we are, we still can’t understand a word.
"Is... is that so?" Qin Jue's hand pressing the keyboard suddenly curled up, and his face began to turn red unconsciously, but Shen Ye almost burst out of suppressed laughter: "Oh my god, so Yan Shen is jealous? No wonder the sour taste is so mellow, it’s produced in Zhenjiang, right?”
Qin Jue had a guilty conscience. After a game, he was taken away by two shots as soon as he entered the finals. So as soon as the character fell to the ground, he jumped up from his seat and wanted to run: It's a bit hot...! I'm going to get some fresh air and I'll be right back.
Two seconds later, the sound of cheers from behind made him move even faster.
—Hey, how can our little sister make you so hot
-immediately? How long will it be soon, Yanshen? Is it like giving birth to a baby after ten months of pregnancy and then coming back right away
***
On the other side, Qi Ji and Li Baizhu were walking in the spacious base of the IS team, but while listening to the other party's envious voice, he clenched the cell phone in his pocket from time to time, and his thoughts gradually became a little blurry.
In fact, the separation between the two was not too long, but the campus time that ended abruptly gradually moved away from Qi Ji, who was already born in the society. It seemed that it had been a long, long time in a blink of an eye.
Qi Ji only remembered that when he first entered high school, he thought he would be the same as before. Although he would go his own way, he would still have a few classmates with whom he had good relationships, and then continue to study in an ordinary way and continue to become a college student with no ideals or goals.
Even though he has loved games since he was a child and worshiped the North Star Sunset God since he was a child, he has never been able to make up his mind to take the wrong path and leave school.
But maybe due to luck, or due to personality reasons, everything seemed to have completely deviated from his original imagination before he realized it, and gradually became something else.
There were only about 10 girls in the high school class, so the boys mingled together in groups at that time, and naturally there was a central figure soon - everyone went to the stadium to occupy seats, found black Internet cafes to play games together, and gathered in the bathroom together. They were smoking cigarettes, and the leaders were all the same people.
That person's name is He Yang. With a shaved head, messy school uniforms, and never paying attention to classes, he looked like the kind of prickly head that would exist in any school.
—Drawing out all the girls in the grade and sorting them into three, six, or nine grades, taking the lead in provoking new trainee teachers, and making fun of the fattest girl in the class... It seems that besides studying, these people can always find something to do.
Those who resist will be unanimously targeted by them, while those who are submissive can win their favor. For example, the fat girl, even if she was surrounded by a group of boys with malicious intentions just for wearing a skirt, she could still laugh and laugh at herself. So over time, she and them actually became close to each other.
In He Yang's words: It's just a joke, we also treat you as a friend, why are you so stingy
So the fat girl became "good brothers" with them, but from then on, Qi Ji never saw her wearing a skirt again.
Even though it is actually just one of the school uniform suit styles.
At that time, Qi Ji was typically rich, good-looking, addicted to games, and relied solely on hobbies to study, with a look of middle-class and world-weary.
So He Yang quickly noticed him and regarded him as a fellow member. He always wanted him to join their small group, even if it was just to take them to play CS and show off.
But Qi Ji just looked down at him and shook his head in polite refusal.
Originally, his reticence and their disrespect were not the same thing.
After several repeated attempts, He Yang changed from calling him "class grass class grass" enthusiastically to becoming angry. He also called him "pretentious", "rich and awesome" and other names, and unilaterally confronted him tit for tat.
The so-called pretentiousness has always been the most offensive word to other boys. When coupled with a pretty face, the effect is doubled - so as if overnight, all the boys in the grade knew his name. , there are always people talking behind his back, but he can’t hear clearly what they are talking about.
I don't know from which day Qi Ji discovered that the few people he had been interacting with had become a lot less interested in him. Everything happened suddenly. It seemed that he was the only one left on the basketball court during lunch break.
- From then on, the boys no longer took him to the stadium. Even if he played bowling alone, He Yang would bring someone over to occupy the place and start the game by himself. Seeing him standing there stubbornly, he would collide with him from time to time. For a moment, it was like, he was just an extra obstacle on the court;
- From then on, He Yang was reported for smoking, copying papers, and going to illegal Internet cafes. He would be blamed for it. Every day when he had nothing to do, he would knock on his desk and ask him what kind of man was he pretending to be a friend. Some physical conflicts broke out between the two parties. He Yang was not tall and lean and could not beat him, but his tone always showed pride: "Hey, Ban Cao, are you finally willing to pay attention to me?"
Qi Ji let him go, not bothering to actually fight with him, but the conflict between the two seemed to deepen because of this.
For example, what He Yang couldn't stand the most was the way girls from other classes looked at Qi Ji. Anyone of the opposite sex who got closer to Qi Ji would incur double retaliation from He Yang.
His favorite thing to do is to write Qi Ji's name and the ugliest girl in the class on the blackboard. He even made up a lot of jingles for this purpose, such as "Qi Ji is sexually excited with XX", always to humiliate her. Girls are happy: You are so ugly and you dare to have a crush on our Qi Bancao. Can our Qi Bancao like you
That is undoubtedly the method that He Yang and his group are best at and have the most sense of superiority - after all, many 16-year-old boys have watched AV, but how can a 16-year-old girl imagine that she is innocent? The mind is associated with those dirty verbs, being yelled out
Regardless of whether Qi Ji stops it or not, it seems that it will cause secondary harm to the girl who is secretly sobbing.
He Yang always smiled at him successfully: "Ban Cao, look at it, isn't it all your fault for being cold-hearted?"
Obviously, He Yang wanted to isolate and exclude him and challenge his bottom line.
Everything was like a slightly acidic liquid soaking into Qi Ji's chest. It couldn't be said to be painful, but it would always overflow from time to time, making him feel bursts of secret soreness.
He didn't know whether this sourness was the loneliness of not being able to make friends, or the doubt and confusion that must be experienced in the process of growing up.
He often wanted to tell his father, but always refused to distract his busy father too much - and obviously, this was not the real solution.
What he hopes to solve is not just his own problems.
So he found the teacher, thinking that the school would come forward to give He Yang some warning, but for some reason, the teacher clearly said he would take care of it, but never really took care of it.
The days can only go by like this. Even if he chooses subjects and is divided into classes soon, He Yang will continue to follow him into the new class because of his neither humbleness nor arrogance, and start to repeat his old tricks, never making it easy for him.
—That is, in the new class, Li Baizhu appeared.
Like Qi Ji, he was also on He Yang's blacklist, but on the contrary, the reason why he was excluded was poverty.
Everyone in the class knew that Li Baizhu's father was disabled, and his mother worked in some kind of dragon and lion dance team that had been in recession for a long time. She looked like a rough guy, and she would work from dawn to dusk and follow a group of big men to perform for people, barely providing for him to get a good job. Point high school.
This job sounds unbelievable in today's era, so He Yang often leads people to laugh at him: Is the money the Disabled Persons' Federation gives your family enough? My dad is in charge of poverty alleviation work. Do you want me to organize a donation for you
Li Baizhu was smooth and could have gotten along with He Yang like the fat girl back then, but for some reason, he chose to get close to Qi Ji, and he was completely on the opposite side of He Yang.
—It was an ordinary English cultural festival. Each class had to organize a stage play. The class teacher was not an English teacher and did not want to restrict the students' freedom, so he asked them to hold a class meeting to select roles. He only asked that the narrator with the most lines should be chosen with good oral skills.
Teenage students are always enthusiastic about such activities, so the class meeting was naturally in full swing. When it came time to choose the narration, several people came up to read aloud and recommend themselves. Qi Ji who speaks English.
He thought that with the teacher's words, even if he was not elected, he should get at least enough votes to read. However, in the end, the people who came to the stage to read out loud could not compare with him, but the voting results showed that he was the lowest - and, Only 1 vote.
At that time, he was standing by the podium with other self-recommended people and listened to the counting of votes. His eyes that had been expecting him gradually dimmed, and coincidentally, he also bumped into He Yang, who was sitting at the back with his legs crossed.
In the noisy classroom, the other person stared at him and smiled at him with a disdainful expression, as if to say to him: I'm just going to see who dares to risk being discovered and surrender to you.
Not even two seconds after Qi Ji gritted his teeth, everyone began to congratulate the student who was voted in. The excitement in the classroom seemed to be stripped away from his ears. It had nothing to do with him, and it had nothing to do with the other students whom He Yang disliked. , It doesn’t matter if you can only sit in the corner and do the questions with your head calmly.
So at that time, Qi Ji raised his head and glanced at the light tubes that made his eyes uncomfortable, and then suddenly walked back to the podium, interrupting the happiness of most people.
The air suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on him, but no one thought that after he glanced at the huge classroom, he asked: Why didn't you choose me
Sitting farthest away from him, the already victorious expression on He Yang's face froze, and his whole face sank.
Qi Ji remembered that when he faced He Yang's eyes and the naturally confused expressions of others, he almost exhausted all his youthful courage.
When he was a student, he didn't know that being obsessed with classmates was actually unnecessary and ridiculous. He could only feel that this classroom was the breadth of the world, so at that time, he was fighting against the world. .
Many students were so embarrassed that they were silent. Of course He Yang was the first to slap the table: What, were you very awesome when you were in the United States when you were a child? Do we have to choose you
This was originally a free election. What He Yang said made perfect sense, but Qi Ji refused to give in and clenched his trembling fists. He was unwilling to come down from the podium and must get an answer.
His stubborn but trembling gaze mixed with the gazes of those who kept looking at him, making the air in the classroom so dull that it felt like suffocation. Several girls whispered "Forget it, forget it", but at this time, there was one The man who had never been very impressive stood up and suddenly answered him loudly: Who can honestly say that he is either jealous or timid? If you read the best, I will vote for you, no matter what they do
—That’s Li Baizhu.
It seems that even now, Qi Ji still remembers the confidence in those eyes that wanted to accompany him to fight the world.
The white light illuminated their meeting eyes, making time seem to have gradually stopped.
Until Li Baizhu had no choice but to transfer to another school due to family reasons, until Qi Ji returned to the days when he played alone and was ridiculed by He Yang for wearing such expensive shoes, until he preferred to stay at home playing games and was tired of going to school. Teacher, until he met his idol "Luo Ye" in a new game and finally chose to leave school and become a professional player - until he checked the messages from Li Baizhu on WeChat over and over again, nothing affected him. That time he stood on the podium , was the first heroic moment in his life and a precious memory of meeting his best friend.
So now, facing this person, his voice is also calm: "How many... white bamboos do you want to borrow this time?"
Just like every time he transfers money to the other party on WeChat.
"As I said before... it's a bit too much, 800,000." The other party spit out a huge number that was completely different from before, as if he was afraid that he wouldn't accept it, "500,000 to 300,000... is fine, I just want to open a store to do it myself. , I will pay you back when I make money.”
"...Hmm." This number is not much at all to Qi Ji. However, just as he was staring at his bank card APP, a figure suddenly fell into his sight. He seemed to be regretting his recklessness and seemed to be suffocating to death: "In ,What are you talking about?”
—It’s Qin Jue.
To be precise, it was Qin Jue who was extremely sour and jealous.
In the spacious living room, Qi Ji was stunned for a moment, then boldly signaled to Qin Jue: "...Senior, come here, why do you smell so bad?"
"Ah?" However, as soon as Qin Jue sniffed himself in embarrassment, Qi Ji pulled him over and sat on his lap: "It seems... this way the smell will be less sour?"
Qin Jue reacted for several seconds, and finally his cheeks started to feel hot, his throat was blocked, and he looked like he was dying of anxiety. When Qi Ji saw this, he didn't dare to do it again, so he had to secretly half-hug his waist to comfort him, and even changed the subject. Said: "It just so happens... I also have something to tell senior - otherwise, otherwise, I'm still afraid that senior will make me kneel on the keyboard."