Chapter 70 Chapter 13 "It's already noon, Fu Zhiqing, you said...
"It's noon already. Fu Zhiqing, do you think Xie Qingyu will come to give us books?" Thinking about this, Song Jiale woke up, had his meal, and hurried to the Zhiqingyuan.
Seeing that Fu Chen's desk was empty, he asked worriedly.
Fu Chen took the whole morning off today, fearing that when Xie Qingyu delivered the book, he would not delay any longer.
"He hasn't come all morning." Fu Chen was getting a little anxious, and his attitude in replying was not as gentle as usual.
You can hear the anger in it.
It was the first time Song Jiale heard Fu Chen's tone, and he shuddered.
Fu Chen noticed his condition and put his hand on his shoulder: "Sorry, time is running out, I'm a little anxious. Sorry."
"Yeah, I know." He took the hand off her shoulder and held it comfortingly, "Let's go directly to thank Qingyu! It's almost noon. Even if you're busy outside, you should be back home by now."
"Time is urgent. Get it as soon as possible so we can study. Let's go find him now!"
This gave Fu Chen an opportunity, and he quickly agreed.
Unexpectedly, I met him right at the gate of the Youth League Home.
There were many educated youth gathered at the gate of the Youth Farm. Fu Chen felt strange because they were all at the gate. He said that the educated youth should be here soon, but no one came back.
Just when the two of them were in a hurry and planned to go find Xie Qingyu first.
But he heard Xie Qingyu's name in the crowd.
"Thank you, Xie Zhiqing, you've been a great help."
"Yes, I was just worried and had no idea what to do. And then you came."
"Xie Zhiqing, you are such a good man!"
“…”
Fu Chen felt that something was wrong and took two quick steps into the crowd.
The bad feeling came true, and Fu Chen's suppressed anger completely erupted: "Xie Qingyu, didn't you lend me the book?"
Different from the voice of thanks, it interrupted everyone's admiration and everyone looked at Fu Chen.
Fu Chen realized what he had said belatedly and was about to flee when Xie Qingyu's voice came from the other side: "I said I was lending it to you, why do you want to keep it all for yourself?"
Fu Chen’s reputation was already bad because of what happened before, and now it’s even worse.
The educated youths started to attack, as if they wanted to vent all the anger that had been suppressed by the village chief.
Fu Chen had no way to avoid it, so he clenched his hands and cast a gloomy and terrifying look at Xie Qingyu.
If looks had substance, Xie Qingyu would probably have been cut into pieces.
"That's not true. Xie Zhiqing arrived a little late. Fu Zhiqing and I wanted to go find him so that you can get into your studies faster." Song Jiale squeezed next to Fu Chen and helped him explain.
The accusations had been going on for a while. Everyone didn't believe Song Jiale's words, but they didn't want to waste time. In addition to studying every day, there was also work to be done!
I haven't made lunch yet, and wasting time here would be a waste of time.
Everyone who came to their senses scattered instantly.
Leaving behind was Fu Chen, whose face was blue and purple with anger, and Song Jiale, who was chattering and trying to comfort him.
"Just one set. Now Fu Zhiqing can copy one and study it with other comrades." After saying that, Xie Qingyu took Song Boyuan's hand and turned to leave.
Fu Chen was completely embarrassed this time, and was worried that Song Boyuan would feel uncomfortable seeing this, so he left after saying it, but the words suddenly popped up in his mind and he had to say them out loud.
"I'm a good person! I'll help you for free. Fu Zhiqing, please cherish it!"
Fu Chen was completely stunned and swung his arm violently, but fortunately it was stopped by Song Jiale.
Song Boyuan's tall figure also stood in front of him.
"Time is running out. With so many people using it, Fu Chen, you have to hurry up! It's not too late to settle the accounts after the dust settles."
Fu Chen glared at Xie Qingyu fiercely, put his hand down heavily, pulled Song Jiale and walked away.
"He is stronger than you, why would you want to provoke him?" Song Boyuan turned to look at Xie Qingyu.
What if I get hurt? I should be the one to handle it.
Xie Qingyu nodded repeatedly to show that he understood.
He knew that he was afraid that Fu Chen would get hurt.
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"Are you planning to tinker with your yard again?" As soon as he got home, Song Boyuan picked up the hoe and planned to go to the yard.
"I didn't." Hearing the anger in Xie Qingyu's words, Song Boyuan realized that he couldn't say yes. "I just put the hoe back to its original place."
"Put it away, and hurry back to your room."
"good."
Xie Qingyu: "What are you doing standing at the door? Come here!"
"Oh, okay."
Seeing people like this, Xie Qingyu silently reflected on himself. Is he really that scary?
Xie Qingyu sat upright by the window, the pebble box creaking in his fist, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the force, and a suffocating low pressure emanating from his body, as if there were faint blue flames in his eyes that could burn through anyone who came over at any time.
"A little."
The system floated in the air, and this was the scene, and the head nodded slightly in thought.
Xie Qingyu restrained his aura when the system's voice came. He suddenly realized that he seemed to be paying too much attention to Song Boyuan.
The person has come to the front: "You called me over here, what's the matter?"
The sound is very soft, and it feels like the flowing water of a clear stream.
"Be good at this. Pull up your pants." He commanded with his anger still lingering.
Song Boyuan didn't know why, but he looked a little embarrassed, as if he had been struggling with his thoughts for a long time. Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he slowly stood up, put his hands on the waistband of his pants, and was about to take them off.
"Stop, stop, stop." After opening the round box, Xie Qingyu was surprised to see such a scene of clothes. He did not care about the things in his hands. He quickly called out to stop them and used both hands to grab the hand that was about to continue.
"I told you to lift up your pants so I could see the wound, not to take them off."
Realizing that he had misunderstood, Song Boyuan instantly turned red from his neck to his face.
He lowered his head and fumbled to lift up his trouser legs.
Xie Qingyu had been staring at the injured area. When his pants disappeared, the wound oozing blood was exposed. It seemed that when he was blocking him just now, he was too anxious and exerted too much force, which caused him to be injured.
Only when the coolness touched the scab on his calf did Song Boyuan open his eyes and look at the wound. Xie Qingyu frowned slightly, but her movements were focused and gentle.
The nerves of the scabbed wound were not very sensitive, but Song Boyuan could still feel the slightly cool fingertips mixed with the thick paste floating on the wound.
"Don't go to the yard to plant vegetables today."
"Okay." When their eyes met, Song Boyuan was attracted by the starlight in Xie Qingyu's pupils, his vision was stunned and blurred.
Thinking he was feeling wronged, Xie Qingyu continued earnestly, "Be good. Wait until the scab has formed before going. It's not too late."
"Okay." He nodded obediently again.
So obedient. Xie Qingyu touched his head and sighed in his heart.
The blink of an eye was gone. Xie Qingyu went to the Youth House again because he was worried about Fu Chen.
He didn't believe that these two people wouldn't cause trouble again.
"Why is Xie Qingyu here?" It was noon when Xie Qingyu arrived, and the comrades in the Youth Hostel were all studying in their beds. When they saw Xie Qingyu coming, they looked up and greeted him.
"Just to check on everyone's progress."
Everyone was stunned at first, thinking that he came to inquire about information, but then they thought about the help Xie Qingyu brought.
A few of them told Xie Qingyu.
"Where is Fu Zhiqing?" Xie Qingyu looked around but didn't see Fu Chen.
When Xie Qingyu asked this, everyone realized that Fu Chen had not returned at noon today.
"Does anyone know where he went?"
"No, I don't think I saw him this morning."
"Yes, it seems like he left this morning and I haven't seen him since then."
"I seemed to see him heading towards the village entrance."
“…”
Everyone spoke in confusion, but no one could give a definite conclusion.
In short, no one knows Fu Chen's whereabouts.
"Xie Zhiqing asked about Fu Zhiqing's whereabouts. Is there something he needs to talk to him about?" The speaker's tone was not good, with a hint of bad luck.
It would be bad to be too explicit, so Xie Qingyu simply reminded him: "I only found out about this opportunity after asking the village chief. Later, Fu Zhiqing was determined to get this spot."
Two unclear statements.
After Xie Qingyu finished speaking, he was too lazy to stay any longer and went straight home.
There were many people in the Youth League Home. Some of them turned a deaf ear to what was said and let it go, while others kept it in mind and became wary.
When that day really came, Xie Qingyu saw that the test was indeed not difficult and was determined to pass it.
Only Song Boyuan was more worried.
He couldn't sleep at night, opening and closing his eyes, tossing and turning. Finally, when Xie Qingyu fell asleep completely, he was able to control his anxious movements.
In the morning, he gets up before dawn.
He also prepared a lot of breakfast food for Xie Qingyu.
It was a pity that Xie Qingyu got up late. He hurriedly ate a few bites of steamed buns and came here with Song Boyuan.
The sweetness of starch fermenting into sugar still remains in the mouth.
There was still half an hour left before the stipulated time. Xie Qingyu spun the pen flexibly with her slender fingertips. She spun the pen with her right hand while holding the test paper with her left hand to check it.
After repeating it twice and thoroughly checking it, the young man, who was as thin as a bamboo, suddenly stood up, handed in the test paper with light steps, turned around and walked out of the venue.
As expected, he didn't leave.
When the boy's eyes met someone, his originally calm and unrestrained delicate eyebrows were instantly filled with a smile.
"Didn't I tell you to go back first? Why are you still waiting outside?" He put his arm around Song Boyuan's shoulders and asked closer.
"I came later, so I didn't have to wait two hours."
There is no silver here. Xie Qingyu smiled and did not expose anyone.
"Okay, okay, let's go back now."
Thinking about this exam on the way, Xie Qingyu remembered that the news of the resumption of the college entrance examination seemed to be coming soon.
It’s a pity that the original owner didn’t live to see the news and died on that snowy night near New Year’s Day.
Xie Qingyu: "Where did Boyuan get the book last time?"
"At the town's garbage dump, with an old man." Song Boyuan didn't know why the young man asked this, but he answered obediently.
"Can you find a book about the college entrance exam?"
"It should be possible!" Song Boyuan recalled that in addition to a pile of iron blocks and bottles, there seemed to be a lot of books piled together in the old man's place.
If you look for books about the college entrance examination, you should be able to find them.
It’s just a bit troublesome. There are more books for elementary and junior high schools, but not many for high schools.
"Let's find some time to go and take a look! We can also buy some daily necessities at that time." Xie Qingyu suggested.
"good."
At present, Song Boyuan puts Xie Qingyu first in everything, and whatever he says is what it is.
"By the way, what grade were you in back then?" The questions in the first year of the resumption of the college entrance examination were not that difficult. If I had read more books and with his help, I might still have a chance to get into university.
Song Boyuan's thoughts drifted away.
Reading seems like a long time ago.
Since his parents passed away, Song Boyuan lost his source of income and was unable to balance work and life, so he stopped studying.
"I started the third year of junior high school and stopped studying."
After listening to this, Xie Qingyu nodded. It was a good idea. If he planned it well, his chances of passing the exam should be quite good.
Xie Qingyu is very confident in himself.
"I'm almost well again and can go back to work tomorrow." Song Boyuan changed the subject.
"It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. Even though the bones aren't broken, are they really healed? Don't force it. You don't need to worry about the money yet."
Song Boyuan ran two quick steps to the front of Xie Qingyu and turned around several times to show Xie Qingyu that he was really fine now.
She was more lively than when they first met. Song Boyuan, who didn't know how much more lively she was, was spinning around in front of him like a lively butterfly.
Xie Qingyu's mouth corners inadvertently raised.
Song Boyuan, who is full of energy, is even more charming.
Although he lived a good life and was strong before, he was permeated with a decadent atmosphere and always felt like he was out of touch.
"No sense of life." The system learned a new word and showed it off.
"Tongzi is great! The summary is really correct." Xie Qingyu gave a thumbs up to express his praise.
The little system said proudly: "Of course, I study every day."
"Great! You should keep learning throughout your life. It would be best if you could learn how to help me complete my mission."
【Your request has been blocked. 】
"Blocked?" Xie Qingyu muttered, his smile widening.
"Why are you so happy all of a sudden?"
Xie Qingyu's smile was too eye-catching, and Song Boyuan couldn't help asking.
"I am teasing a little thing."
Song Boyuan felt strange and repeated Xie Qingyu's words: "Little thing?"
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