Chapter 1

At the end of August, the summer heat had not yet completely dissipated, but the mornings were already cool. The day is already bright, close to the time of classes, but there are still three or two students walking around the snack street in Jinan Sanchong.

He Xiaoye, carrying his school bag, followed Zhao Xiuzhi in a good manner.

Zhao Xiuzhi is as busy as a gyroscope, rarely have time to stop, she rarely take a little time to send He Xiaoye to start school. Just got off the plane, did not even have time to eat breakfast, then took He Xiaoye drive straight to school, now had to come to the snack street first to eat something to fill their stomach.

The two went around into the snack street, next to a wooded area that separates the back door of the school from the snack street, and the school wall can be seen from afar hidden among the trees. Zhao Xiuzhi side glance, and then unhappily frowned, while looking at his watch, said: "In the future, even if you hurry, you can not take a shortcut through the woods alone. Your school doesn't know how much danger lurks in such a wooded area? As a well-known high school in Jinan, you don't even know to avoid this risk ..."

Zhao Xiuzhi like reprimanding his own staff general, rambling endlessly, from the grove to the campus construction, and then to the urban planning, just short of talking about the next ten years of national outlook. He Xiaoye did not speak, only obediently followed her, looking down at his wrist dumbfounded.

The street is becoming less crowded, and time is running out, so the two of them picked a noodle shop to eat breakfast at random.

Zhao Xiuzhi while wiping dishes with paper towels, while continuing her rambling topic, "the third middle school is not bad, but still not as good as the eighth middle school, or some regret. But don't let that discourage you, mom knows you've worked hard," she handed the cleaned chopsticks to He Xiaoye, and her tone became more serious, "You have to keep working hard in high school too. The curriculum in high school is even tighter, so you can't let up a bit in your studies."

He Xiaoye took the chopsticks and just lowered her head and gave a muffled sound.

The beef noodles came up, tumbling with hot white air, two thin slices of beef floating on the clear soup. Zhao Xiuzhi frowned slightly and put the beef into He Xiaoye's bowl.

"School food is not like home, but what the students eat we eat, do not make special. Your school is good at this point, pay attention to the cultivation of students hard-working spirit, the beginning of the week of military training, for you children who have been spoiled since childhood is also some help. The intensity shouldn't be too great, don't be lazy if you can stick to it ..."

She is endless, the mouth of the dictate moment ceaselessly, to He Xiaoye 120,000's uneasy.

"Mom, I know, the face to lump." He Xiaoye whispered a reminder, white cheeks smoked out a hint of red by the heat of the soup noodles.

The two mothers and daughters were eating noodles when a group of older boys poured in outside the door with a lot of noise. Each one is tall and loud, and their voices are extraordinarily loud, while playing and walking inside. A few big boys came in, the store was immediately set off the narrow and cramped up.

A few people sat down at the table next to He Xiaoye and the girls, and ordered food with a lot of noise, and started chatting. One of them was on the phone, about to overpower the surrounding noise, his voice was extra loud, echoing in the small noodle store.

"Jiang Heng, my God, where the hell are you? I arrived at your school at dawn, waiting for my girlfriend is not so diligent. I really feel honored for you. I stood in front of your school, waiting left and right, suffering from the autumn wind and dew, sexy long legs are going to fucking turn old cold legs. What? Why am I here? Have you heard the famous saying? Military training is the only and most effective way to test a beautiful woman. Who said that? The old man, Kong Xun, said it."

The boy named Kong Xun was talking with great enthusiasm, and several boys at the same table were laughing and cheering together.

The table next to Zhao Xiuzhi frowned more and more tightly, she put her chopsticks down and tapped the table. The sound was not loud, but did not attract the attention of a group of boys playing.

He Xiaoye panicked and gently grabbed Zhao Xiuzhi's hand to stabilize her emotions. Zhao Xiuzhi, who was not satisfied, hummed and admonished He Xiaoye: "Students should behave like students." She paused to suppress her anger, "Little Ye, mommy is telling you, you can't learn from this, wandering around, uneducated. It's best not to hang out with such students, lest they bring you down."

The boy named Kong trained hung up the phone, just heard Zhao Xiuzhi's words and turned his head to look at the two.

Because of Zhao Xiuzhi's words, He Xiaoye felt a little uncomfortable, suspected of gossiping behind people's backs, his eyes always unconsciously looked at the boys, just with Kong Xun's gaze.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

He Xiaoye has a sense of shame of badmouthing people caught on the spot, a face instantly red, dumbfounded look at Kong training, half a day before reluctantly pull out an apologetic smile, but the look is a bit awkward, not embarrassing.

Kong training froze, this girl is quite interesting, badmouthing people also look like a pathetic bully. He laughed lightly and cut a sound, and then turned his head to go bragging with his friends.

He Xiaoye breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Zhao Xiuzhi, saying, "Mom, don't say anything."

Zhao Xiuzhi glared, just about to get angry, but felt that it was indeed undignified, so she coughed and said, "I don't care about others, but you absolutely can't do that."

He Xiaoye nodded and said softly, "Don't worry, mom."

Before the bowl of noodles was finished, Zhao Xiuzhi's cell phone rang five or six times, and she pressed it off again and again. He Xiaoye, who was eating noodles with his head down, raised his eyes and showed Zhao Xiuzhi a good smile through the light white steam, "Mom, go and get busy with your business first."

"Then you ..."

"Two days ago Uncle Hai has accompanied me to enroll, the dormitory has also been assigned, I can go directly to the classroom, no problem." She said, once again showing a reassuring smile.

"Uncle Hai brought you here." Zhao Xiuzhi's voice was faintly apologetic, she opened her mouth, ready to say something else, but the phone rang again, she could only smile apologetically, "Then mommy will answer the phone first."

He Xiaoye nodded obediently. Zhao Xiuzhi turned around and walked out of the noodle store.

He Xiaoye still had a reassuring smile on her face, but her eyes were slightly moist, she lowered her head and continued to eat noodles.

Not surprisingly, Zhao Xiuzhi's company had an urgent meeting and had to rush back immediately. She returned to the noodle store and before she could say anything, He Xiaoye had already raised her head and said with a smile, "Mom, you go and get busy with your business, I'll go to school by myself after eating."

"Then mom will go first, behave yourself, I've already said hello to your principal, and the class teachers know about it, they will all take care of you."

He Xiaoye hesitated for a moment, the smile on her face remained unchanged, and she nodded her head.

Zhao Xiuzhi stepped on her high heels and walked out of the noodle store with a lot of momentum, her heels knocking on the concrete floor, emitting a strong and rhythmic thumping sound.

Just as Zhao Xiuzhi left, He Xiaoye got up and prepared to leave.

Kong Xun, who was sitting near the corridor, suddenly supported his cheek with one hand, raised his head and looked at her and smiled.

He Xiaoye subconsciously felt dangerous, her heart tightened, and her two white hands clutched the strap of her schoolbag.

Kong Xun gave a heave, raised his eyebrows, seemingly muttering to himself, but his gaze was fixed on He Xiaoye's white cheeks, "rich second generation?"

He Xiaoye movement pause, but did not pay attention to him, lowered his head, pursed his lips, accelerated his steps to walk out.

The sound of several boys laughing and giggling came from behind, supposedly talking about her, and He Xiaoye felt a little numbness in her back.

When she finally walked out of the cramped noodle store, she took a deep breath of fresh air, the oppressive and rushed feeling disappeared, and her puffy heart calmed down.

With her hands still clutching the strap of her school bag, she stood on the side of the street and looked around for a moment.

It was almost time for school.

She looked away and could only see the corner of a red flag flying at the school gate, across the corner from the snack street and a whole campus away. If her mother hadn't left, the drive would have been quick, but now she only had two legs ...

He Xiaoye retracted his gaze, looked at the back door of the school hidden in the grove, could not help but bite his lips a little, slowly move his feet.

The trees are not dense, the woods are also well-lit, walking in it is not creepy. But He Xiaoye rarely comes to this kind of place, a person in the woods or some apprehension.

She slowly walked deeper into the forest, suddenly there was a "click" sound, scared her whole body is tightened up, want to shrink into a ball, find a place to hide.

She took a deep breath to calm down and realized that she had broken a branch. She breathed a sigh of relief, but her whole body was still tense, staring unblinkingly at the campus door and secretly giving herself a pep talk as she headed for the back door.

"I told you to call your father, deaf?"

A sudden rebuke came through, like a cold knife into He Xiaoye's eardrums, making her body chill for a moment.

She stood still for a moment, slowly turned her head and saw three boys kneeling not far from her right. Across from the three boys, there were two more boys. One standing, kicking and punching at the three, a moment to knock this head, a moment to kick that leg. The other boy stood against a tree, one leg supported on the tree. From He Xiaoye's point of view, you can only see the boy's legs and the bright little star fire.

The boy leaning against the tree seemed to be a little impatient, stood up straight and walked to the three kneeling boys.

He Xiaoye opened her mouth slightly and froze for a moment, this time she felt the cold knife stabbed into her eyes. She could not see the boy's appearance, but could see his head of red hair that stuck in his eyes. The hair color is not bright red, it is dark red, but in the sun, this dark red hair color is also openly a little too much.

He Xiaoye's mood is a bit complicated, what kind of person is this, get such a non-mainstream hair color.

The boy's voice sounded again.

"You fucking bite the pen, write a conquest for me, and forget about it this time." As the redhead spoke, he slapped one of the kneeling boys hard on the head, causing the boy to veer to the side.

The redhead asked the boy next to him, "Do you have a fucking pen?"

The boy next to him cursed an expletive and laughed cheekily, "Does I look like someone with a pen?"

"Then let them stay on their knees."

After the redhead finished speaking, he impatiently moved two steps and turned sideways, just in time to see He Xiaoye not far away.

Instantly, He Xiaoye's heart went to her throat, instinctively feeling that there was danger. She immediately lowered her head, pretending to pass by, and hurriedly turned around to continue walking towards the back door.

"Hey!"

The boy spoke up. He Xiaoye felt a little chill down her back and a little fear rose up in her heart, she just pretended not to hear, staring dead at her toes and quickening her steps.

"Hey, short guy who looks like a rabbit! I'm calling you!"

The red-haired voice was a little impatient, and the boy with him let out an unbridled laugh, "Don't you fucking go over there, the human little girl is afraid of you!"

He Xiaoye just pretended not to hear anything and continued to speed up his steps, almost trotting up.

"What the fuck are you running for?"

The boy's voice rang out just above his head, he stopped in front of her, the shadow cast by his tall figure caged in He Xiaoye's toes.

The author has something to say: open a new article, a little apprehensive, poor old Chen do not know if you can still see the familiar ID