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Chapter 13 Fighting

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    Zhao Yu hugged the basketball, showing disgust, and took half a step back, as if he felt that the girl was dirty.

    "You can save this and tell the teacher and the principal, but don't say it in front of me, I feel sick."

    It was very quiet on the field.

    At that time, people were divided into two types.

    One is the kind who hates a small number of people very much, and proudly agrees with Zhao Yu in his heart.

    Another group of people who disagree but dare not speak out.

    Only Duan Yanqiu walked over. The young man was tall and thin, his face was covered with sweat. The sun made his cheeks blush and his eyes bright.

    "Zhao Yu, you are so boring."

    Duan Yanqiu reached out to take his basketball, probably accidentally bumped into Zhao Yu, Zhao Yu's expression changed, he immediately bounced away, and pushed Duan Yanqiu's shoulder.

    Duan Yanqiu didn't stand firm, staggered a few steps, and almost fell.

    Zhao Yu looked disgusted, "Don't touch me, I think you are dirty."

    Tong Chunxia always felt that Duan Yanqiu was not easy to get along with.

    This difficulty in getting along is reflected in his inexplicable sense of superiority, being out of tune with the people around him, not being grounded, and not understanding the sufferings of the world.

    In the 1960s, this kind of dude should have worked hard at the grassroots level.

    Let him feed the pigs and pour manure, and experience what the real world is like.

    However, Chunxia obviously underestimated Duan Yanqiu.

    In my impression, although Duan Yanqiu is not easy to get along with and has a weird temper, she can definitely be said to be a person with a good personality.

    But just such a good young man, on such a sunny day, suddenly sent a shocking punch to Zhao Yu.

    With that punch, there was a "bang".

    Chun Xia reckoned that Zhao Yu's bridge of nose was broken at that time.

    There was an instant chaos on the field, those who were fighting were fighting, and those who called the teacher called the teacher.

    Chun Xia clearly remembered how those crowds ran to the two of them, the weather that day was fine and the sky was blue, and the slightly raised ground on the court.

    The figures intertwined, looking through the gap, Duan Yanqiu and Zhao Yu were wrestling together.

    Chun Xia didn't remember how he got back to the classroom.

    She only remembered the powerless sense of guilt, like a knife digging in her body, draining her blood.

    For a moment, she really wanted to admit in front of everyone that she drew the manga, and that it had nothing to do with Duan Yanqiu and Zhao Yu.

    But she couldn't do it.

    She didn't have the courage, so she could only curl up outside the crowd and watch the two wrestle together.

    At that moment, she felt despicable.

    At that moment, she suddenly felt guilty.

    Before this, she never knew that so many things could happen in just a few cartoons. She subconsciously thought that people all over the world were like her, thinking that the same sex was nothing, and it was something that could be discussed on the table.

    She didn't know at all that there were people like Zhao Yu who were deeply homophobic in this world.

    Duan Yanqiu endured several blows, until she saw the physical education teacher separate the two.

    That afternoon, Duan Yanqiu didn't come back for a long time.

    She was too guilty to even pass the head teacher's office.  Because she knew that Duan Yanqiu must be there.

    When school was over, Duan Yanqiu hadn't come out yet.

    Chun Xia asked Lu Qinghuan to go home first, while he waited for him under the tree at the gate of the school.

    Chunxia didn't know why she did this, but she felt that she had to.

    ?Wait until night falls, the third department of high school is brightly lit for evening self-study, the sunset is like a brocade, and the twilight merges. Gradually, only the big bell on the high building of the school can be seen.

    In summer night, the wind blows but it is hot.

    The gardenia fragrance spreads out, traveling with the wind, the fragrance is light and tangy.

    Gradually there are no people in the school.

    Finally, at almost eight o'clock, Chunxia saw Duan Yanqiu, who was alone, coming out of the teaching building of the high school.

    The man was vague, although he couldn't see clearly, but he was pushing a bicycle with a basketball hanging on it, who else could it be but Duan Yanqiu.

    Spring and summer are far away, and Duan Yanqiu has already found that he is in a very bad mood.

    It was only when he got closer that he saw his sullen face, with several broken skins on his face, which were highly swollen.

    Chunxia didn't dare to move forward for a while.

    For a moment, she lost her courage again, stepped back half a step, and tightened the strap of her schoolbag on her shoulder.

    Duan YanqiuI saw spring and summer far away.

    She was alone, standing under the tree, looking at him eagerly.

    He had never seen her like this before, she looked aggrieved and frightened.

    The Tong Chunxia in his impression is the legendary choking pepper.  At any time, he looks like he is not afraid of the sky and the earth. He goes to the sky to catch the moon, goes to the underworld to hunt for people, has a three-inch tongue, travels all over the world, and there is no one who can beat him.

    It was so rare to see her deflated.

    Duan Yanqiu suddenly felt better for no reason.

    Duan Yanqiu didn't speak, and pushed the bicycle straight past her.

    He wasn't riding a bike, the basketball was dangling and hanging on the front of the bike.  He wasn't fast either, but he turned a blind eye to Tong Chunxia who was in the middle of the road.

    Tong Chunxia looked at Duan Yanqiu who was walking straight in front of her, then raised his head slightly, saw his face, and felt a "thump" in his heart, it was over, Duan Yanqiu seemed to be angry.

    Come to think of it, the whole thing was due to her being cheap for a while.

    Others didn't know the culprit, but Duan Yanqiu knew that she drew the manga.

    How can you not hate her?

    Tong Chunxia pursed her lips, looking at the young man's thin back, feeling inexplicably apprehensive, she became ruthless, and followed.

    The evening wind was blowing slowly, making the leaves on both sides of the school rustle.

    The sun and the moon alternate, and the moon has the upper hand, full of moonlight, making the surroundings seem to be misty.

    The students had already finished school, and there were few people on the school avenue, and the two followed each other.

    After walking in silence for more than ten minutes, Tong Chunxia finally couldn't stand the embarrassing silence.

    She had a bad habit of breaking the silence as soon as she got quiet, so she spoke.

    "that¡ª¡ª"

    The person in front stopped, and Tong Chunxia just hit the rear wheel of his bicycle.

    Fortunately, she spread her wings like a roc and perfectly stabilized her figure.

    However, the skirt also happened to be hooked perfectly by his bicycle.

    One corner is slightly raised, the curve of the thigh is looming, and it feels a little chilly.

    Chun Xia hurriedly stretched out one hand to hold down the skirt, and the other hand to untie the hooked corner of the skirt.  After working for a long time, the corner of the skirt is still hanging high on the back seat of the bicycle.

    Chun Xia was in a hurry, "Duan Yanqiu, help me!"

    Duan Yanqiu crossed her chest and looked down at her from above, with a vague smile on her lips.

    "Tong Chunxia, ??did you do it on purpose?"

    "Why did I do it on purpose?"

    "You waited for me here on purpose, bumped into my bicycle on purpose, and caught my skirt on purpose?"

    Chun Xia almost couldn't get up in one breath, "What am I planning?"

    "You have to ask yourself. What are you planning?"

    Chun Xia was so angry that she turned towards the skirt and yanked it fiercely, only to hear a "hiss", and the gorgeous skirt was torn open.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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