"We're only in high school now. We can discuss this after we get into college."
Xiao Yang doesn't like Xiao Ai, but he can't directly refuse her because the consequences would be troublesome. He's not afraid of fighting, but if his father knew he was fighting, he'd probably tear him apart.
"Tch, enough said. Let's go, brothers and sisters, let's not waste our breath on him."
Xiao Ai impatiently shoved Xiao Yang, then turned and got on a motorcycle driven by a boy.
With her heavily made-up eyes, she glanced disdainfully at Xiao Yang, thinking it was his good fortune that he was worthy of her attention, and kept making excuses.
He really thinks he's something special.
Let's go.
The motorcycle left a trail of smoke behind Xiao Yang.
"Cough cough cough..."
Watching the car drive away, Xiao Yang frowned, thinking about the dog they had abused…
He had seen Xiantong feed it before; the boy's smile was clean and pure.
He had never seen Xiantong smile; that dog was very important to Xiantong.
Xiao Yang clenched his fists weakly as raindrops fell in large clumps, wetting the boy's hair.
"sorry…"
He watched helplessly.
Xian Tong, who was not far away, could vaguely hear his conversation with Xiao Ai.
I don't remember Xiao Yang, but Xiao Ai said he was the class monitor.
He didn't know anyone in the class.
Xiao Ai was deeply remembered by him because she often bullied him.
Xiantong walked over
Have you seen my dog?
The cold raindrops stopped falling on my head; instead, an old umbrella with a rusty, rain-soaked handle took its place.
Xiao Yang could smell the rust in the air.
Turning his head, he saw Xian Tong, who was a head shorter than him; the boy's eyes were still obscured by his hair.
However, his thin, handsome lips were slightly pursed, and the boy was very fair-skinned…
Xiao Yang could see the almost transparent blue veins on the boy's hand gripping the umbrella handle, and his aura was so clean...
"I saw it."
His Adam's apple moved slightly.
Xian Tong felt a little uneasy. He looked up and met Xiao Yang's gaze, seeing the guilt in his eyes. He couldn't help but ask, "Where?"
"I don't know where they dragged me off to, thanks to Xiao Ai's underlings."
Only Xiao Ai knows.
Xian Tong and Xiao Yang were silent for a while.
"Yes, thank you."
With a slight thank you, Xiantong, holding an umbrella, walked towards the place where Xiao Ai had left.
Raindrops fell on Xiao Yang's head and continued to drip.
Xiao Yang followed, looking at the thin figure ahead, and followed with mixed feelings.
"Are you going to find Xiao Ai?"
"Um"
"But she probably won't give it to me."
"I went into the building, and she asked me to find her a small golden lamp, which I found."
Xiao Yang was taken aback. "Really...?"
Xian Tong went straight to the nearest nightclub, and sure enough, the motorcycle that had brought Xiao Ai was parked at the entrance, with raindrops pattering on the leather seats.
Xian Tong lowered his eyes, touched the magic lamp in his bag, felt a cold, piercing sensation, and withdrew it. Then he looked up and waited in place with his umbrella.
Xiao Yang felt quite uncomfortable under the umbrella with his head down, so he simply stopped seeking shelter from the rain and stood outside.
Raindrops rolled down his head, into his collarbone, and onto his eyelashes. His gaze remained fixed on Xian Tong.
The boy stared blankly into that direction, while Xiao Yang kept staring at the boy.
Xian Tong wasn't very clean, but her eyes, peeking out from between her slightly overly long hair, shone with a jade-like brilliance.
He was so captivated by what he saw that he became somewhat mesmerized.
Bean Sixteen in the bag: "..."
She could see clearly that the young man outside had designs on Xiantong.
She's stuck inside the lamp now; Xiantong has to touch her three more times before she can get out. That's the rule of the magic lamp.
I don't even know which one set the rule.
Xian Tong's attention was entirely focused on Xiao Ai, and he didn't notice Xiao Yang beside him at all.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Xiao Yang finally couldn't hold on any longer.
Xian Tong looked at the boy in front of her, who was soaked to the bone by the rain, and pursed her lips.
"You can go now, you don't need to follow me."
Xiao Yang sneezed a few times, glanced at Xiao Ai who hadn't come out yet, and then at Xian Tong whose fingers were turning white.
"Can you manage on your own?"
He spoke with considerable concern.
Xian Tong raised her indifferent eyes, her dark pupils meeting his, and calmly said, "Hmm."
"But……"
When Xiao Yang tried to hold on a little longer, he felt increasingly dizzy and had a bit of pain in his head.
Xian Tong handed the umbrella to this troublesome fellow, getting soaked herself, and said indifferently, "You can go back first with this umbrella."
Xiao Yang looked at Xian Tong with dazed eyes as she handed him the umbrella and then went straight to the nightclub.
Xiao Yang had no choice but to follow, but his limbs were too weak, so he could only watch as the man went inside.
In the past, he would leave the umbrella at the entrance of the nightclub, hoping that Xian Tong would see it when he came out, and then he would take a taxi and go straight home.
He didn't need to do so much for Xian Tong, but seeing how gentle and weak he looked, he kept thinking about helping him more.
The rain outside was exceptionally heavy, and the distant rumble of thunder suggested that something big was about to happen.
When Xian Tong entered, the deafening music made the boy's heart clench; he really wasn't used to such loud music.
Weaving through the sea of people, Xiao Ai and that girl swayed their bodies together in the center of the dance floor, their smiles arrogant.
The loud music inside drowned out the thunder outside, the lights flickered dimly, and men and women in the crowd swayed their bodies, releasing the anger that they couldn't vent during the day.
The ambiguous scene made Xian Tong's ear tips, hidden in her hair, turn red and begin to burn.
A good student like him would never have been to such a chaotic place.
"Xiao Ai, look."
The girl next to her nudged the dancing Xiao Ai, gesturing for her to look over there.
"Hahaha, what's wrong?" Xiao Ai looked at her friend with great interest, then turned to look at Xian Tong, who was covered in dust, and frowned.
"Why is this mongrel here?"
"He's probably here to see you. Didn't you send him to that haunted building?"
Her words reminded Xiao Ai of something: she had asked him to fetch the golden lamp earlier that day, but everyone knew that was a trick for three-year-olds; there was no way the lamp actually existed.
"Oh, then let's go take a look."
"good"
The two girls nodded to their friends who had come with them.
Xian Tong saw several men coming with them, and the tips of her ears, which had been slightly red, quickly faded.
He clenched his fists, secretly relaxing a little.
Don't be afraid, Xiantong
"Take him to the corridor."
Xiao Ai spoke up and immediately ordered the man behind her to pull Xian Tong out of the noisy dance floor.
The outside was completely different from the inside; the ambiguous atmosphere outside had been blown away, leaving an exceptionally quiet environment.
Xiao Ai came out, lit a cigarette, took a puff, looked at Xian Tong who had been carried out, and smiled as she exhaled a puff of smoke.
"What? You're still alive inside the building?"
Everyone says buildings aren't haunted, but that's probably just a myth.
This mongrel came out safely; it's not as miraculous as they say. It's ridiculous that it got scared away today.
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