After the review, he came out of the office and had already finished school. The physics teacher gave Zhou Yan a serious lesson before letting the two go out. Fortunately, they were pulled away in time and both suffered only some skin trauma. Otherwise, if they were in the hospital, they would definitely remember it according to the school's regulations.

Zhou Yan is not afraid of being remembered for demerits, but Hang Qi cannot be remembered for demerits. His grades are so good, and once there is any stain on the high school archives, it will be all over.

Therefore, both the physics teacher and the third class teacher are incomprehensible.

Hang Qi and the others knew that their family was poor and had a difficult life. For some reasons, they were taciturn and alone in the class. Although the teachers thought about helping him, they later found that he did not need help from others. He had already learned how to struggle and grow from the cracks of the stones in the suffering and fangs of many years of life.

Although they are out of place with others, they never take the initiative to cause trouble, and even have the best grades, and there is hope for the future.

In the past, there were no people like Zhou Yan who provoked him, but he was introverted and tolerant, and most of the time he would not do anything easily.

What happened today? He actually beat someone to death. If he hadn't been stopped in time, Zhou Yan would have been lying in the hospital with blood.

The two teachers were puzzled, but they couldn't ask anything.

Asked, Hang Qi was silent.

He lowered his head, his snow-white neck was blue, and there was no expression on his face. He was a person who had been indifferent all year round, but now he was like casting a layer of copper city wall on his face, keeping people from thousands of miles away.

The teacher had to sigh and let someone out of the office.

Zhou Yan stood in the corridor outside the office, with white toilet paper stuffed in his nostrils, and his face seemed to be rubbing a purple pigment plate, which was very swollen. He stared at Hang Qi fiercely, pointed at him, and said harshly: "If you apologize this time, I will forgive you, and you will---"

Before he finished speaking, Hang Qi twisted his finger and pushed him against the wall and staggered.

Zhou Yan screamed in pain immediately.

Hang Qi threw him away, looked at him coldly, and left.

Zhou Yan was shocked by that glance and stood there for a long time without reacting.

His neck was cold: "Damn it."

He always thought that Hang Qi was easy to bully, he didn't speak or had no sound, but now, rubbing the bruises on his cheekbones, and recalling the other person's eyes just now, he actually shivered.

He felt inexplicably that he had messed with the other party's reverse scale, but weren't there just a few medals?

When the medal was placed on the table, Hang Qi didn't say anything. Damn, why was it my turn to be so unlucky?

After more than two hours of review, there was no one in the school. It was dark early and the heavy rain made the disrepaired horizontal bars on the playground rust, and the wind mixed with the rain began to get cold again.

Hang Qi took two steps at once, hurriedly got off the teaching building, stood on the lawn under the teaching building, with a cold face, lowered his head and looked for it inch by inch on the ground.

He quickly hung rain on his dark eyelashes and flowed down his cheeks.

This makes the pale face paler, making the scars on the right eyebrow bone more obvious.

But I don't know how long I've been looking for it-

None were found.

Hang Qi clenched his fist and felt chills and trembling in his chest.

Even if it was a prank, even if the other party casually drew it, it was the first card he received in his poor life that he had never received any warmth...it was lost by Zhou Yan.

It's gone, it can't be found.

Will there be any future?

In his seventeen years of life, Hang Qi never received a greeting card even on his birthday. He knew that although he showed a look of hatred and rejection on his face when he saw the umbrella and the card, something in his heart reached his heart directly.

Even if it was a prank, he was grateful and wanted to treasure it so that he could pretend that he had it like others.

But now it's lost.

He didn't know if that person would come again-

Until now, the man has not moved any time all day. He is bored, so he will stop? Yes, he is gloomy and restrained, and is boring, and it is not worth spending too much energy.

Then, he may never receive a second card like this again.

There is no more.

...

After a while, the street lights under the teaching building lit up, the soil on the lawn was messy, and Hang Qi couldn't find it everywhere, and finally he was disheartened.

...Maybe it was washed into a drain by rain.

He was a little confused, like a child who had been stolen from the candy, and didn't know what expression to do.

Finally, I woke up a little by the rain before slowly walking into the teaching building.

From the dark hair to the school uniform, Hang Qi didn't care.

He felt cold in his heart, with howling hatred.

The classroom was empty, and Hang Qi walked in through the back door, and a violent impulse surged in his heart, wanting to catch Zhou Yan back and beat him into the hospital, but there was no one in the classroom, so he just returned to his seat and started to pack his schoolbag.

His fingers were cold, and his schoolbag was quickly wet with the water on his body.

Hang Qi was absent-minded and turned around and wanted to leave, but at this moment—

"Clang" something fell down, and it was particularly clear in the empty classroom.

Hang Qi turned around.

In an instant, his pupils shrank, and he couldn't believe his eyes.

What fell to the ground were his medals, which were stained with a familiar transparent tape. It could be seen that they had been wiped out, otherwise there would be no dirt, and there was not even the dust on it before in the corner of the desk.

It's not just this one that is lost and gained again-

There is also a familiar small card on it that makes Hang Qi's blood surge.

The small card is familiar, neat and graceful handwriting.

“Hang Qi’s medal (=^^=)”

...That person helped him find it back.

These medals were thrown into the grass and mixed into the soil. It was raining heavily outside, and it would be very difficult to find them. They would be wet and freeze in the cold wind for a long time.

But that person...

Hang Qi half lowered his eyes, and his dark eyelashes trembled heavily.

If everything before, cold medicine, breakfast, hot water, umbrellas, and even injury medicine can be explained by pranks, then, now, how can I find it hard to get my medal back?

Who would have made a prank to this point, even to spend so much effort?

The medal was cleaned and there was no trace of mud and dust.

——This is not a prank. It is not.

Instead, I have been treated with tenderness for the first time in my life.

There is something mixed with rich ecstasy, sadness and joy, flattery, unbelievable, and entangled in Hang Qi's heart.

His throat was mute, and he stood quietly. The corridor lights dragged his figure long. It took him a long time to bend down and pick up the cards and medals.

His cold fingers trembled slightly, and he pinched the new card into his palm. At this moment, Hang Qi felt as if there was something reviving in his blood.

After Tan Mingming finished math, he had already finished school, but he did not see Hang Qi and Zhou Yan being released from the office. Although he was a little worried, the gossiped classmate said that he would not remember the demerits. Just writing a review, she let go of her heart.

After helping Hang Qi recover the medal, she found that her transparency was reduced a little more once again on the way home.

This time, she didn't go to buy pancakes, just passed by, but the pancakes owner who had been stationed at the entrance of her community for many years actually recognized her and shouted: "Little girl, why don't you eat pancakes today?!"

Tan Mingming:...

Where else can she be in the mood to eat?!

Tan Mingming smiled at the owner of the pancake fruit stall, "You ignored me yesterday, but today I made you unable to reach the top", and hurried home with an umbrella.

The owner of the pancake fruit stall: "..."

Tonight, Dad Tan worked overtime, and Mom Tan had already started preparing for the bed where my aunt and Wen Siqi came the day after tomorrow. Tan Mingming became more and more upset when he saw it.

She quickly finished taking a shower and entered the room, sat at the desk, was upset for a while before she opened her schoolbag and found her homework book - even if the world was doomed, she still had to write a simulation for the five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation.

But at this moment, Tan Mingming was shocked.

It was over, and her draft seemed to have fallen on the desk and never brought it back.

That's the one - when I finished the exam today, I quickly finished the test paper, and I was bored and waited for the paper to be collected, and I was indignant and wrote more than a dozen lines of drafts of "Zhou Yan's stinky turtle, bullying people, Hang Qi Chong Ya!!!".

Tan Mingming shivered: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
Chapter completed!