Qi Du cursed for an hour.
It is no exaggeration to say that 1V3 has the upper hand.
In the middle, Su Ci handed him a glass of juice to moisten his throat, and then she leaned on the table and looked at him seriously and attentively, her clear and beautiful eyes filled with warmth.
It was as if he was not a bad kid who was full of foul language, but a knight who was upholding justice and was helping others when he saw injustice.
Qi Du's heart was beating like a drum, his pulse was pounding like thunder, and the hot blood rushed straight to his forehead, emitting tons of pink bubbles, which then excitedly exploded into pink mist.
Until he finished cursing and hung up the phone.
Qi Du realized belatedly that he felt embarrassed. He had just spoken so harshly. Would Teacher Su think that he was rotten to the core and not want to be close to him?
He pursed his lips and looked at Su Ci with his wet puppy-like eyes, wanting to be praised by the teacher.
But at this moment, Su Ci's phone lit up, and the caller ID showed a name from a relative -
Senior Duan.
Senior? This must be her boyfriend, right?
Qi Du stared at the screen of his mobile phone with a gloomy look, wishing he could pull the person out through the Internet cable to take a closer look.
Su Ci's reaction confirmed his guess.
From Qi Du's perspective, the girl first showed a coquettish smile, then picked up her cell phone to answer the call, and walked to the window in the corner of the restaurant.
She is avoiding suspicion.
There was no one else in the restaurant except him.
Is there anything I need to talk to my boyfriend about privately without him?
The juice was finished, the sweetness faded, and only endless sourness remained in the mouth.
Qi Du gripped the glass tightly, so tightly that his knuckles were taut, and deep in his eyes was a nearly twisted madness, so thick and sticky that it was impossible to pierce through.
Teacher Su’s boyfriend is really jealous.
He heard the girl's gentle voice coaxing him over and over again. That kind of doting indulgence was a luxury he could never ask for.
"...Of course I would choose Senior Duan."
"I'm busy with work. I'll be back soon, I promise..."
"I'm not familiar with him, we're just ordinary friends, don't think too much about it."
"Bang--!"
There was a sudden sharp cracking sound behind me.
Su Ci hung up the phone and turned around to see the boy's slender hands clutching the glass fragments, blood dripping along the joints, forming gorgeous marks on the marble table.
He pursed his lips tightly, his bright black eyes turned scarlet, and his sinister look was filled with coldness.
When Su Ci looked at him, he hurriedly threw away the fragments and rubbed the wet corners of his eyes, leaving bloodstains on his thin skin.
The whole person was in a state of disarray, yet revealed a sense of vicious madness.
After waking up from his emotional control, Qi Du became even more panicked, and his clear voice couldn't stop trembling.
"I'm sorry, teacher. I wasn't, I was wrong..."
His long, black eyelashes drooped, and he didn't dare to look directly into the girl's eyes.
Qi Du was afraid of seeing fear and disgust in her eyes, afraid that she would call him a mentally ill lunatic like everyone else.
Although he was originally sick.
Until a fragrant embrace embraced him.
"Why are you apologizing for hurting yourself? It's not your fault. Where is the first aid kit at home?"
The unconscious trembling gradually subsided.
Qi Du hugged the girl's waist tightly, and the wound on his palm continued to bleed. The sharp pain also meant reality.
The boy buried his face in the soft waist, so he didn't notice that the always gentle teacher Su had the same paranoia and madness in his eyes as he did.
Uncle Zhong rushed over after hearing the news, and saw at a glance that the young master had beaten Miss Su Ci to death, with blood all over her body and veins throbbing on her forehead.
After coaxing Qi Du to bandage his wound, it was already late.
Uncle Zhong asked the servants to prepare the best guest room for Su Ci, but Qi Du insisted on making up his lessons, even though his hands were wrapped in bandages.
Uncle Zhong was a little embarrassed: "Master, it's too late, Teacher Su..."
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