Aristocrat Boys School

o you understand?” 

Without looking back, Jian Chi knew that it was an inquiry from Shao Hang. 

He stopped his hand turning the page and there was a sense of a ‘finally here’ relaxation.
“I can’t understand it, maybe I can understand it after I understand the story behind it.” 

A low laugh rang out from the side of his ear, mixed with an imperceptible sneer, which made Jian Chi feel the same kind of offended discomfort as the ‘get lost’ that day.
Shao Hang said: “Don’t meddle in others’ business in the future.” 

Jian Chi closed the poetry collection, feeling a little helpless with this forced tone.
Then remembering Ji Huaisi’s sentence ‘he was such a character’, he said as calmly as possible: “You misunderstood, I was just helping out that day.”

“Do you want me to praise you for your kindness?” 

Jian Chi was speechless at his misinterpretation of the meaning of words. 

Shao Hang emphasized his words, his breath seemed to follow the air along the back of his neck, itching slightly and was accompanied by a meaningful warning: “Remember to put away your useless kindness, you are the same as him, understand?” 

It sounded like he was giving orders from above. 

Jian Chi turned his head and they looked closely at each other.
He could clearly see himself in Shao Hang’s eyes, as well as a slender scar on the other’s left brow bone.
Shao Hang lifted his eyelids lazily, and his pupils as black as a brooch released a dull light when they looked at each other. 

No matter how bad some people act, they couldn’t erase their innate nobility and arrogance.
Their gestures were like giving charity, as if to say that it was their greatest tolerance ignoring you.
Don’t continue being delusional.

Zhang Yang said it very well, high-level attitude and low-level character. 

“You can tell him yourself,” Jian Chi suggested.
“Actually, Bai Xiyu and I don’t know each other very well.
We just transferred over on the same day and said a few words.” 

Shao Hang’s faint smile conveyed four words – I don’t believe it.
He seemed too lazy to talk nonsense with Jian Chi anymore.
He found a comfortable position and closed his eyes.
The person next to him wanted to say something else, but with a glance from him he immediately shut his mouth.

Jian Chi couldn’t help laughing.
He felt that the title in the post was very appropriate, he really resembled the moody prince and the quail-like eunuch below. 

Jian Chi took the “Sonnet” back.
Maybe after reviewing boring economy, the fun of poetry will be produced. 

The library was open 24 hours a day.
Jian Chi didn’t want to go back and be awkward with Wei An, so he stayed in the library to finish his homework and read the borrowed economic books for a while.
It was already late at night on his way back. 

He turned on HS, saw the friend request from Zhang Yang a few hours ago, and clicked accept. 

Zhang Yang sent a message in the next second: How could you only just see it? I had something to tell you. 

Jian Chi stopped to type: what’s the matter? 

Zhang Yang: Didn’t you choose the literature club? In the morning I forgot to tell you that Shao Hang is there too.
He is a person who holds grudges, you remember to stay away.
I heard that he goes to the literature club just to sleep, so nothing should happen. 

Jian Chi thought, something had already happened, but he still replied to Zhang Yang: I see, you should rest early.

After sending this message, Jian Chi turned off his phone and continued to walk to the dormitory building. 

In the autumn night, the temperature difference was very large and the wind blowing against his cheeks was a little cool.
He stopped and heard the rustling of branches and leaves in the darkness.
He recognized it for a moment, it seemed to gradually overlap with another steady footstep. 

Step by step from far to near. 

Jian Chi calmly looked at the corridor not far away, and a dark shadow came out of it, the reality could not be seen in the night.

The street lamps on both sides of the campus road cast a dim light on the ground, and the dark shadow slowly walked under the lamp, finally illuminating the whole face. 

Jian Chi’s heart beat twice unexpectedly. 

Wen Chuan was not wearing a uniform.
The black sweater and trousers made his body extremely slender and he had a huge bag on his back, and his long hair tied behind his head.
When he saw Jian Chi, there was no fluctuation in his cold eyes, as if what appeared in front of him was just a cloud of air brushing past him at a constant speed. 

For a while, Jian Chi thought of many things, such as the smell of blood on Wen Chuan’s body in chemistry class, and why he left the dormitory at this point and wore private clothes. 

Jian Chi turned around, determined that Wen Chuan was walking towards the school gate, and stopped the other party: “I remember that the school does not allow students to leave the school without permission at night.” 

Not loud, but more than enough on a silent night. 

Wen Chuan’s back stopped for a while, then he ignored his words and ignored him, and disappeared into the night.