The next day, Tang Qiqi got up very early.
It’s the first day of school and I don’t want to be late.
After putting on the boys' school uniform, Tang Qiqi zipped up his jacket all the way to his chin.
He covered his neck, which was easily exposed, put on his hat, tidied himself up, and then went out with his schoolbag.
Along the way, the phone in Tang Qiqi's pocket kept vibrating.
Ever since her cell phone number was leaked, that person has been acting like a debt collector, bombarding her with text messages when he can't get through by phone.
After blocking one number, another unfamiliar number called soon.
It's just a business deal, not digging up his family's ancestral graves. What's the big deal?
I was tricked by my sponsor and have no money for next week's living expenses.
Thinking of this, Tang Qiqi pulled his hat even lower in annoyance.
Turn your head and look at the scenery outside the window.
The bus stops at the transfer station, and most of the people who get on the bus here have the same destination as Tang Qiqi.
The car stopped and people wearing the same school uniform as Tang Qiqi rushed in, filling the car in no time.
Tang Qiqi wore headphones and looked out the window quietly.
Suddenly, the girl sitting next to her stood up and left, and then a tall figure appeared in front of her.
At this moment, Tang Qiqi had the urge to turn up the volume in his headphones to the maximum, pull the hat on his head down to the lowest point, and even cover his face.
The moment the boy sat down, the smell of tobacco mixed with the fragrance of laundry detergent hit his nose.
A unique cold air lingered around, and Tang Qiqi turned his head uncomfortably towards the window.
People got on the bus one after another, filling almost every space on the bus.
"Damn it, a transfer student dares to be so arrogant." The last person to come up had his school uniform jacket draped over his shoulders, a fried dough stick in his mouth, and a look of dissatisfaction on his face.
The person following him swiped his card, found a place to stand, and said, "Anyway, we already know which class he's from, so we'll just go and block him later."
The two of them talked as if no one else was around.
The space inside the car was small to begin with. Although Tang Qiqi couldn't see anyone, he heard every word of their conversation.
Suddenly, someone standing not far from her growled, "What are you talking about? Can't you see the person behind you?"
Tang Qiqi had seen the person who was speaking before. He was the guy with a crew cut and a lighter look.
When the person biting the fried dough stick heard this, he suddenly turned his head and looked back.
Ben was so upset that he had no place to vent his anger, but when he looked through the crowd and saw the person sitting in the seat behind him, his clenched fists instantly softened.
He smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I didn't see Brother Qi was here too."
After saying that, he really closed his mouth and bit the breakfast in his mouth obediently.
The car finally stopped and the people in the car rolled out like dumplings.
Tang Qiqi sat by the window and could only wait for the people around her to leave before getting up.
But almost everyone on the bus had gotten off, and the person next to me had his hat on and his eyes closed, showing no signs of waking up for a long time.
Tang Qiqi couldn't sit still anymore, so he stood up and was about to step over.
But the person on the chair opened his eyes and stood up at some point.
Tang Qiqi bumped into someone's chest without paying attention, and lost his balance and took a few steps back.
A strong hand pulled her back in time.
"Thank you."
Tang Qiqi lowered his hat, buried his head and was about to leave.
But the hand on her arm was still holding her.
Tang Qiqi turned around in confusion, and the moment their eyes met, the other person's beautiful cold eyes caught her eye.
Those eyes were staring at her.
Tang Qiqi felt uncomfortable being stared at, and just as he was about to speak out to remind her, the hand on his arm let go.
She picked up her schoolbag, walked straight past the boy and got off the bus.
The only person left in the entire carriage was the tall young man at the back.
The hand still hanging in the air maintained the loosened posture just now.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure hurriedly leaving.
Thinking of the little arm he had just grabbed, the boy frowned.
Lost weight.
That little arm has become thinner.
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