When he came, the stars fell

Chapter 90 Someone Scratched Her Tablecloth
Su Bai was thinking about how to speak, Jiang Mo handed over the pen first, "Here you are."

Ten minutes ago, Su Bai's right hand was raised in front of her, holding two familiar pens.

"What are you doing for me?" Su Bai asked, but he had already picked up the pen.

Two pens, one is a black fountain pen with a light blue pen body, and the other is a highlighter pen, iridescent, and through the transparent pen case, the liquid inside can be seen shining golden.

It doesn't feel like the pen that a boy like Jiang Mo likes to use.

"I don't need this." Jiang Mo put his hand in his pocket so that he could not pick up the pen again.

"Then you still buy it?"

"Just kill that kid." Jiang Mo said.

Seven or eight yuan for a pen, which is more expensive than a book that Shen Huai'en bought for his sister.

"Then I took it?"

"Ah."

Jiang Mo looked at Su Bai backhandedly stuffing the pen into his schoolbag, his expression relaxed a bit.

"By the way, I feel that you are not in a good mood today, what's wrong?" Su Bai asked.

"Can you see it?"

Just passing by a store, Jiang Mo turned his head to look at the large glass window of the store, barely able to see his face clearly.

It seems that it does smell a little bit.

He was not in a good mood, but he didn't expect that he would unconsciously put on a face in front of Su Bai.

"Yes, I can see it." Su Bai poked his head out and glanced at the glass as well.

Jiang Mo raised his hand to straighten her head, "Let's go."

Seeing that Jiang Mo didn't seem to want to answer, Su Bai didn't pursue him and followed him quietly.

When he reached the corner, Jiang Mo spoke suddenly.

"I'm actually upset because of you."

"what?"

Jiang Mo turned his head to look at Su Bai, his face was much calmer than before, "Do you know that if I hadn't held you up in time just now, you would have fallen, and your clothes would have been soaked by the accumulated water on the ground. Even through the clothes, the elbows will be scratched, and the head will hit the ground, and it is very likely to be broken."

Su Bai looked at him with a little surprise, inexplicably feeling that he was deliberately speaking seriously and trying to intimidate people.

"Oh, by the way," Jiang Mo remembered something, and continued to add: "The buttocks will also hurt for a few days, maybe your foot will be stepped on by Shen Huai'en who is retreating."

His eyes were burning, staring at Su Bai without blinking.

Being so stared at, Su Bai had no choice but to nod, "Well... Hearing what you said, it seems a little serious. So, thank you very much for helping me in time."

After all, Su Bai glanced at Jiang Mo's chest, "You didn't get hit by me, did you?"

The weather has turned cold, Su Bai even took off his sweater, but the boys around her don't seem to be afraid of the cold, they are still dressed in the early autumn, such as Shen Huai'en just now, wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and a school uniform jacket .

Jiang Mo didn't wear too much, inside the school uniform was a slightly thick sweater, and inside, Su Bai guessed that he didn't wear other clothes.

Hitting Jiang Mo's chest, although she was fine, Su Bai felt that her head might be quite heavy.

"It's okay." Jiang Mo sighed, "The point is not that you thank me, the point is that I hope you will be more careful in the future and think about yourself more."

Jiang Mo poked at the Band-Aid on her forehead for the second time, still gently, "Last time I was hit on the forehead, and this time I almost fell again. You always hurt yourself because of other people's affairs."

When I was in the stationery store just now, Jiang Mo heard Shen Huai'en asking why Su Bai had a Band-Aid on his head, because Jiang Mo was present, and Su Bai didn't have the nerve to tell lies.

Knowing that she was injured while persuading a fight, Shen Huai'en even teased her, saying that she, as the monitor, should buy herself an insurance policy.

Su Bai touched the Band-Aid on his forehead, and smiled with downcast eyes: "Then I can't let them fight, if I can stop them, I'd better stop them as much as possible."

Jiang Mo didn't take it seriously, "They are all eighteen or nineteen years old, and they will make their own choices."

His eyes fell on Su Bai, "The moment you make a choice, you should think about the possible results you may face."

Just like him, he has to be prepared to face the situation that Su Bai will never like him, or alienate him when he learns that he likes him.

Su Bai didn't notice Jiang Mo's abnormality, but just put forward a reasonable analysis: "However, the impulsive choice may be wrong, and my intervention can be regarded as avoiding risks for them, right?"

"Not necessarily." Jiang Mo rarely obeyed Su Bai's intentions, "At our age, even if we don't say it, we will have the idea of ​​​​indulging our youth in our hearts. Maybe what you stop now will be the only thing they will do in the future. A thing to show off."

Su Bai blinked, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"My dad often beat up the teacher with a few friends, and talked about going to a haunted house with friends in the middle of the night and being scared to cry. It is synonymous with their youth and is always mentioned. Just like Shen Huai'en, if he hit the security guard today, he might laugh at his impulsiveness in the future, but at the same time, he wants to bring it up often. "

Su Bai didn't think about it. When people came to ask about something, she would analyze it from a rational point of view in most cases, and give them advice and encouragement.

"Of course," Jiang Mo's tone suddenly changed, "That Qi Yu is an exception, it doesn't matter if he fights for the girl or person he likes, it's his fault if he hurts others."

"Then I'll take care less next time." Su Bai lowered his eyebrows and said.

Jiang Mo thought of He Hui's evaluation of Su Bai's willingness to help others, and sighed in his heart, "It's not true that I don't care about anything, some things can be helped, and some things can be persuaded, but you have to put yourself first bit, don't get hurt."

"Okay." Su Bai smiled this time, and remembered something, "So you pinched me on purpose just now, because you thought I was meddling?"

Jiang Mo: "..."

It seems that there is such a thing.

From today onwards, Chen Zuo will go back to school, and Jiang Mo rides an electric bike to school, which is convenient for Chen Zuo.In order to walk together after school, Lu Qingye also rode an electric bike.

When he came out of school, Jiang Mo saw Su Bai talking to the security guard at the door, and also saw Shen Huai'en. Worried about something, he asked Zhai Huo to ride Chen Zuo home on his electric car, while he drove away come over.

It was only close, if he ran any slower, Su Bai would fall to the ground.

Therefore, when he heard Su Bai tell Shen Huai'en that it was okay, he was very upset, and he squeezed her gently.

"Do I have it?" He looked up to the sky, as if he couldn't remember the situation at that time.

"You have." Su Bai was very sure, and deliberately said, "It still hurts now."

"No way, I didn't use much force..." Jiang Mo hurriedly lowered his head to look at Su Bai's hand, but first met her smiling eyes.

Su Bai raised his eyebrows, "Remember?"

Jiang Mo who was deceived: "..."

He was silent for a while, but still glanced at Su Bai's hand, "So, it doesn't hurt, does it?"

"It doesn't hurt, I'm joking." Su Bai flexibly moved his fingers, and then changed the subject, "So why did your father beat the teacher at that time?"

Su Bai didn't know if Su Xingwen and Tian Ruofang talked about the past when she was young, but there was no relevant content in her memory, and she didn't know when, the three of them rarely sat together and had a good time together. After chatting, the topics mentioned at the dinner table are always topics related to learning.

"It seems that the teacher likes to physically punish students, they can't see it..."

At the bus stop, Jiang Mo took out a handful of chocolates and stuffed them into Su Bai's pocket like last time.

After parting, after waiting for a few minutes, he got on the bus that couldn't go directly to his home.

Because of grandma's arrival, the lunch at Geng Mianmian's house is very rich, but grandma Geng is a little absent-minded when eating.

"Mom, is it because the food doesn't suit your taste?" Geng Mianmian's mother asked from the side.

Grandma Geng shook her head, "The food is delicious, I was thinking about something."

"Grandma, what are you thinking about?" Geng Mianmian asked.

"The boy who was with you at the school gate just now, I always feel very familiar." Grandma Geng frowned, "But I just can't remember where I saw it."

"Grandma, which one are you talking about, Shen Huaien or Jiang Mo?"

"Oh!" Grandma Geng slapped her thigh, "I remember when you mentioned the surname Jiang, that tall and handsome young man just now, he is the younger brother of the young man who helped me last time, when that young man was injured, I heard Today this one is called brother. Yes, I also heard his name, and his surname is Jiang."

Geng Mianmian stopped picking up vegetables, and her chopsticks hung in the air, "Grandma, what do you mean, Jiang Mo's brother helped you?"

Only then did she vaguely remember that before meeting Shen Huai'en, Su Bai seemed to have said a word, mentioning Jiang Mo's cousin.

Are they so related?

However, she hasn't seen that so-called cousin yet.

Su Bai's nap time was never long, and she read a book for another 10 minutes after waking up. Even though it was still early, she packed up her things and went to school.

Most of the students would arrive at the school 15 minutes before the afternoon practice. When Su Bai entered the east gate, the school was still very quiet.

When she walked up to the last step on the fifth floor, she never thought that the first person she would meet would be Cheng Yan.

Today is not the weekend, the tall boy wearing his own coat can only be Cheng Yan who has not yet received his school uniform.

He lowered his head, as if he was talking to someone.

There were only a few people in the classroom, Su Bai walked to his seat, and at the same time glanced at the back door from the classroom, he was surprised to find that the person who was talking to Cheng Yan was Zhong Xue.

Why are these two people chatting suddenly?

Su Bai suppressed the doubts in his heart, sat on his seat, and when he put down his schoolbag, he found the math notebook spread out on the desktop.

The notebook was indeed hers, but she remembered that she cleaned up the desk when she left school at noon, and there should be nothing on it.

She raised her hand to take away the notebook, and wanted to flip through it, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of the desktop under the notebook, and her pupils shrank suddenly.

The blue-and-white checkered tablecloth was slashed several times by someone with a knife, and it lay on the table in dilapidated condition.

The notebook just now just blocked those forks so that they would not be discovered by others.

who is it?

Why do you want to do this?
The wind blowing outside the window lifted a corner of the broken blue and white tablecloth, revealing the words carved on the tabletop with a knife.

"Susu, lend me your weekly practice paper..." Han Zhi stood up from his desk, leaned forward, and when he saw Su Bai's desk, his voice stopped abruptly.

He walked over immediately and looked carefully at the obvious knife marks on the tablecloth.

"Who's okay to make such a joke!" Because of his anger, his voice unconsciously raised a bit, attracting the only few people in the classroom to look over.

"What's wrong?" someone asked.

"I don't know who scratched Susu's tablecloth." Han Zhi said.

"Who the hell, this is too much!"

"Crazy, why do such a thing?"

Cheng Yan outside the door had no intention of chatting with Zhong Xue, heard the sound and looked into the classroom, noticing that Su Bai, who was motionless with his head down, was not at all as bright as the day before.

But soon, Zhong Xue pulled his arm again.

"Student, didn't anyone tell you that it's polite to look someone in the eye when they're talking?" Zhong Xue's voice was soft, sweet and whiny.

Cheng Yan pulled out his sleeve expressionlessly, "Sorry, no."

Zhong Xue: "..."

"Do you have anything else to do? I'll go back to the classroom if I'm fine."

After Cheng Yan said that, without giving Zhong Xue a chance to react, he walked into the classroom.

"Hey, wait." Zhong Xue gave him another hand in a hurry, "You haven't answered my question just now, are you single..."

In the classroom, Han Zhi thought that leaving the tablecloth on the table would make Su Bai uncomfortable, so he helped to remove the long tail clips that fixed the tablecloth on the corner of the table.

The moment the tablecloth was lifted, Han Zhi's movements froze, staring blankly at the words covered on the table, cursed, carved with a knife, or written with various pens.

Fuck, go to hell, bitch...

"Susu, this..."

Han Zhi pointed at the table, but couldn't say what was on his lips.

Seeing the complete tabletop, Su Bai finally recovered from the shock of the tablecloth being scratched.

She bent down and pulled out a new tablecloth from the bottom of the box under the desk. She originally planned to change the tablecloth when it was dirty, but she didn't expect to use it in advance.

She spread the tablecloth on the table, completely blocking the words, then looked up at Han Zhi, took the broken tablecloth from him, and threw it into the garbage bag hanging beside the desk.

Cheng Yan who was outside the classroom was too lazy to talk to Zhong Xue, and the moment he got rid of her and entered the classroom, he happened to see Su Bai's messyly painted desktop.

What's the situation?
Judging by Han Zhi's expression, there shouldn't be any good content on the table.

Su Bai began to spread a new tablecloth, Han Zhi squatted down and helped her hold down the corners of the tablecloth so that she could use the long tail clips to hold it.

"Susu."

"Ok?"

Su Bai responded, and with just one sound, he could hear the hoarseness.

In fact, she couldn't figure out who would do such a thing to her. In her impression, she had never offended anyone.

"Why not change the table?"

(End of this chapter)