Chapter 561: The Lost Country of Gold

"Mu Sicheng!" A loud, angry female voice awoke from a memory he had long avoided, "Why are you stealing again!"

Seventeen-year-old Mu Sicheng lazily raised his head from his desk, his face filled with the displeasure and provocation of being woken up from sleep: " Yuan Qingqing, what's it to you if I steal something?"

"We don't know each other very well, do we?"

"What do you mean, I'm the class president!" Yuan Qingqing slapped the table in anger, "I told you to stop playing pranks, give me what you stole, I'll give it back!"

"I won't give it back." Mu Sicheng stretched out on the table, "Who proves that I took it, show me the proof?"

"I saw it." Yuan Qingqing suddenly calmed down, "I saw you go through Ma Cailiang's bag at noon, and I saw you take his dormitory key with my own eyes."

"I know you're doing this because you hate what Ma Cailiang did before, but you shouldn't punish him in this way either."

"It's not right to steal, fellow Mu Sicheng."

"It's already half past ten, lights out in the boys' dormitory in half an hour, and Ma Cailiang has been in his dorm for half an hour." Yuan Qingqing put his hand in front of Mu Sicheng with a stern expression, "Give me his key."

Mu Sicheng's eyelids droop, and he raises his eyes to survey the squad leader with his pockets tucked in.

He transferred to the school two months ago, and as for the reason for his transfer, naturally, he stole something.

After a couple of minor demerits, he changed schools again. His parents were always ashamed of his habit of transferring him to another school, as far away from where they were as possible, when things went wrong, and it was not uncommon for Mu Sicheng to change schools.

As for the matter of stealing things ...... Mu Sicheng has this fetish, just like some children like to play pranks, he likes to steal things.

The more challenging something is, the more it can turn someone's face after stealing it, the more he likes to hide the item and admire the look on the other person's face before throwing it out slowly and watching them cry as they hug their lost and found item after the robbery.

Mu Sicheng's parents couldn't stand this habit early on and beat him up many times, but they couldn't change it, and they even took him to a mental hospital once in secret.

What did the psychiatrist say?

[...... Because parents neglect their children for a long time, resulting in this child not getting enough attention during the formative years, when they reach adolescence they will form a kind of rebellion, stealing is actually just a way for this child to attract attention, you should spend more time with him].

This doctor was actually quite right, early on his parents were out working and were leaving him in the care of his grandfather. When these two finished working, it seemed to be the stage where everyone around them started to work on their children, his parents suddenly remembered that they still had a son like him, so they took Mu Sicheng back and brought him up themselves.

Mu Sicheng didn't hate the psychiatrist and had two frank conversations with him - [I just hate it when these people don't appreciate what they have and know to look for it when they lose it, so I want to play a prank on them].

[I understand.] The psychologist was very friendly, [can you try to communicate with them in a different way? .

Mu Sicheng was ready to listen to the psychiatrist and find someone to talk to casually, not that he didn't know he was abnormal, but his parents unilaterally called off the process after a month of therapy without seeing results.

His parents argued with the hapless doctor in the treatment room: "Did I pay all that money to have him talk to you?"

"Will chatting cure him of his bad habit of being a thief? Can talking make him keep his hands to himself? Don't you have some kind of mind control drugs here, don't you have electrotherapy? It's not like we can't afford it, you put him on them all!"

"Do you know how embarrassing it is for us when word gets out that he stole something!"

Mu Sicheng waited boredly outside the treatment room playing with his video game, his eyes drooping as he watched his parents who were hysterically demanding a refund from the doctor, suddenly not wanting treatment.

It was good that he stole something to make it so difficult for these two.

Many people couldn't understand Mu Sicheng's theft because his family was not bad, or even good, and his parents had worked hard for so long that they had nothing else but enough money to give him.

But money is not given for nothing. Mu Sicheng also needs to do a lot of things, such as do well in exams, have special skills, go out with them, not be embarrassed in front of those people, and have to be a thousand times better than those people's children.

[Those people] are the one that his parents have fought so hard to finally get into, sort of an upper class circle of people who, unlike his parents who came from an average background, most of them came from very good backgrounds, making his parents who came from an average background very stifled, feeling that they couldn't compete with everything, but wanting very much to compete with this group in everything.

"If I had been given such an origin ......" were the words his father used to say when he was drunk.

"If only I could have a mother's family like that ......" were the words his mother used to say when she cried.

His parents disliked where he came from, which he was a lot like his parents - he didn't like it either.

Mu Sicheng was his parents' weapon, because he was good, or at least better than the children of many people in the circle, and that was enough for his parents to raise their eyebrows and praise him for his stamina - Mu Sicheng was sort of the only thing they had over those in the circle.

He got good grades, was athletic, was pretty smart in everything he did, had a pretty pleasant face, could walk out and be described as handsome by anyone, and could play some extreme sports, which made a lot of kids in that circle look up to him and think he was cool and handsome.

But this adulation and praise only lasted until Mu Sicheng was caught stealing for the first time and then the whole school was informed.

When he returned that day, his parents sat in the living room as if the sky had fallen, his mother was crying with her make-up on, his father had slapped him, and they asked him viciously.

"Why would you do such a thing!"

"Do you know how much you've embarrassed me!"

They scolded him, taught him and transferred him to another school while hoping that he would open up and become the [Mu Sicheng] that made them look good instead of the bad [Mu Sicheng] that he is now.

But again and again, the parents finally gave up on him in disgust and transferred him to class seven at a high school in an eighteenth-tier city - the same high school he is in now.

"Living expenses are called to you every month." His father waved his hand wearily and boredly, "Don't you come back."

Mu Sicheng transferred into this school and was a highly popular schoolboy for a while, but while popularity means someone likes him, there are also people who spy on him, and soon the things that surround him follow and his popularity is at a low point again.

But he doesn't really care, Mu Sicheng is so used to it that he gets more annoyed when someone likes him.

It's not like he hasn't been liked by a bunch of people before, and that's about it. I don't know why this group of high school kids are so after some popular guy, highly popular schoolboy or whatever.

--So thought Mu Sicheng, a sophomore, with contempt.

Although everyone unspokenly rejects him, Mu Sicheng is a bit of a delinquent, tall and athletic, so no one dares to bully him, except to hide away from him, and when someone in the class loses something, they will sneak a glance at Mu Sicheng and whisper a few words, not even in front of him.

This may have something to do with what Mu Sicheng stole; he was not the kind of thief who wanted money, but rather a bit of a [eccentric thief], or even a [grand thief].

--All the trousers of the boys in the class who like to lift girls' skirts, the wig of the teacher who scolds poor students who can only go to the desk later, the dorm key of the boy who bullies his housemates.

The last one is Ma Cailiang.

Even if they knew that Mu Sicheng had stolen it, they didn't dare to do anything to him after they found out about his family's fortune, and they were too angry to say anything.

The only person in the class who dared to take on Mu Sicheng was the class monitor Yuan Qingqing.

Yuan Qingqing is the head of class 7, with a high ponytail, round face and eyes, so her head looks a bit big.

But the reputation among the students is a little more subtle - Yuan Qingqing has a nickname [Little Official Fan].

Because she is very fond of stewardship.

For example, after she learns that Mu Sicheng has stolen something, she keeps on staring at him, and Mu Sicheng is so tired of staring that he has never met anyone who is so patient with him.

His own biological parents weren't even that patient!

Like now it was eleven o'clock and he hadn't even gone back to his dorm to avoid Yuan Qingqing - he knew she had seen him when he took his keys at noon today and knew she would surely come to pursue the matter, so he purposely didn't go back and this person would surely block him on his way back to his dorm!

Mu Sicheng was going to wait in the classroom until lights out and then go back to the boys' dormitory, thinking that Yuan Qingqing, who was such a disciplined person, would not move around after lights out.

However, Yuan Qingqing was so desperate to find him that she didn't even go to the girls' dormitory until lights out and found him in the classroom.

Mu Sicheng was really convinced, he folded his hands and pretended to surrender: "Class leader, can I call you class leader, please let me off this time, I will definitely not do it next time."

"I lost my keys somewhere, you told me to go back tonight and look for them, I'll bring them to you tomorrow."

Yuan Qingqing's eyes faltered for a moment and he began to hesitate.

Mu Sicheng tsked inwardly - he had gained experience in fighting Yuan Qingqing.

This man eats softness and not hardness.

Eventually Yuan Qingqing relented, "You can return the key tomorrow."

"I will return it!" Mu Sicheng responded falsely, "So can I go back to bed now?"

Yuan Qingqing paused and moved out of the way, her lips pursed tightly as she stressed again, "Make sure you pay it back!"

The next day, Mu Sicheng walks past the classroom office, carrying buns from the canteen, and as the bell rings for morning reading, he casts a glance and sees Yuan Qingqing, Ma Cailiang and Ma Cailiang's parents, and his class master, Mr. Ren, confronting each other in the office.

The first thing that came out was Ma Cailiang's shrill, altered duck voice: "It must be Mu Sicheng who stole it! Who else but him would be so dirty and love to steal!"

Ma Cailiang's parents echoed with fury: "Why are there such students in the class? And stealing, last night our kids were locked out for more than half an hour because they didn't have a dorm key!"

"It's okay to be locked up for half an hour or so, right?" Yuan Qingqing's strong voice came out. Yuan Qingqing's strong voice came out, " Ma Cailiang had previously locked her roommate out of the door for the night, making her catch a cold, and she is still in the hospital, isn't the nature of this matter more serious?"

"Ma Cailiang has already been written up once for this incident, so please be careful what you say and don't slander your classmates, there is no evidence that Mu Sicheng has taken your things!"

Mu Sicheng raised an eyebrow at the door and then stopped, he was sure Yuan Qingqing had seen him take the key.

Now this is ...... lying to defend him?

Ma Cailiang and her parents were weakened in the face of Yuan Qingqing.

Mr. Ren, the class master, took the opportunity to intervene: " Ma students, look again for yourself, it doesn't necessarily mean that someone has taken it, what if you forgot it and dropped it somewhere?"

Ma Cailiang was reluctant, but looking at Yuan Qingqing, who was looking at him with upside down eight vertical eyebrows and a serious crossed face, he scowled a little fearfully: "...... Then I'll look for it again."

-- Yuan Qingqing is the class president, the class representative of the class teacher, the vice-chairman of the student council, and the disciplinarian of the class.

Mu Sicheng ducked away and watched with amusement as Ma Cailiang scolded his parents and was annoyed that he could not see what to do.

Ma Cailiang's keys were missing and it could take up to half a month for a new one to be issued, so Ma Cailiang had to dabble with his roommate's keys. It would be strange if he could open the door for him.

Mu Sicheng tosses the key in his hand, admires Ma Cailiang's frenzy, wraps it in a bag of buns and throws it in the trash.

Meanwhile, in the teacher's office.

" Is Qingqing here to deliver this week's discipline check?" The class master, Mr. Ren, was very nice to Yuan Qingqing as he reached out to take the discipline checkbook Yuan Qingqing handed over with a loving smile, "How did our class behave this week?"

--Discipline check is a very boring checking activity in this school, linked to the students' prime points, counted every Monday, if the students don't have any disciplinary actions for the week, no points are deducted in advance, but since there are so many disciplinary actions, small talk in class counts, tardiness counts, not turning in homework counts, overall, it is a very troublesome The statistics are given to the disciplinarian of each class to do.

Generally speaking, discipline members of other classes will casually water, not too much will turn a blind eye, will not deduct points and give the whole class full marks for the sketchbook, because generally if there is no school leader to inspect the disciplinary behavior, it will not care about the sketchbook.

But if it is ever checked, it is a very problematic matter, especially for the class teacher, who can become a little dangerous at the end of the year if a student has a disciplinary offence that is seen by the head of the school and no corresponding points are deducted when it is checked in the Soto book.

This is why every class teacher repeatedly stresses that disciplinary checks should be done carefully, but very few disciplinarians take this task seriously.

But Yuan Qingqing is the kind of disciplinarian who takes disciplinary checks seriously, and because of this the class teacher is particularly fond of her.

"Let's see ah ......" the class teacher took the vegetarian book, put on the old-fashioned glasses and swept a glance, " Ma Cailiang last Wednesday Guan students outside the dormitory, deducted a week of small red flower, this is no problem ......"

Mu Sicheng, biting into a bun outside the door, rolls his eyes when he hears "little red flower".

Each student's name is arranged down the left side, next to the seven days of the week, crossed horizontally and vertically, and each day's performance is a small grid. This means that the student has passed this day's performance.

The disciplinarians in the other classes were blindly stamped, little red flowers all over, and finished the job. Only Yuan Qingqing would take note of each student's performance each day, and at the end of each week, one by one, they would carefully stamp them against each other.

Mu Sicheng has been secretly spiteful, thinking that the school authorities who came up with it were brain-dead, and that Yuan Qingqing, who took it seriously, was also brain-dead.

They are high school students, not a kindergarten class, and they are still getting little red flowers, speechless.

"...... eh, this this ...... Mu Sicheng classmate's little red flower is a bit problematic ah." The class teacher's puzzled voice came from inside, "Except yesterday, how did you cover it all."

"He's been given a big demerit, he can't be stamped with a little red flower."

"But the demerit is for what last month's Mu Sicheng did." Yuan Qingqing's voice was stubborn, "This month's Mu Sicheng did not get a demerit, and according to the rules, it is allowed to be stamped with a red flower, teacher."

Mu Sicheng's footsteps as he prepares to leave.

"...... But rules are rules ......" The class teacher had a bit of a bald head and tried helplessly to persuade Yuan Qingqing, "but he made a such a big deal, the school head will see him keep the little red flower and will be accountable."

"They feel that students who have a major demerit are so high up on the list, and it gives the school a bad name when word gets out."

"You can delete it when you get back, Qingqing."

"But ......" retorted Yuan Qingqing, a little anxiously, "Mu Sicheng didn't do anything wrong this month, so why can't he get a red flower? "

"You really didn't do it?" Old Ren, the class master, raised his cup of tea and looked at Yuan Qingqing, "He had something to do with the loss of Ma students' keys yesterday, didn't he?"

Yuan Qingqing is quiet.

The class teacher took a sip of tea and said, "I understand what you have in mind, but Mu Sicheng is not a person who can be delivered for life, Qingqing, you know what I mean? There is no need to shield him for some petty thoughts, teachers have seen this kind of student before and he will definitely continue to commit them in the future."

"......?" Yuan Qingqing asked, somewhat confused, "What little mind, what delivery for life?"

Seeing Yuan Qingqing's look of not understanding, the class teacher finally sighed helplessly, "Anyway, you delete Mu students' little red flower, just delete it."

Mu Sicheng, who was listening outside the door, looked progressively stranger.

He has indeed had many girls like him and has received many confessions and love letters, and is a bit self-conscious about being easily liked by girls, without being narcissistic.

But he really didn't think Yuan Qingqing would like him.

Yuan Qingqing This guy is just too strange, the way he stares at him every day is like a police officer staring at the first suspect, and the way this woman stares at everyone in the class is like this, it's really hard to see the love in this wary and serious look.

He could see the killing intent more than the love intent.

It was the greasy old man who said that off the cuff, right ......?

Mu Sicheng's chewing of the bun gradually slowed as he fell into a pensive mood - am I really so charming that someone like Yuan Qingqing can't escape?

When the class teacher saw Yuan Qingqing had found out the school rules and responsibilities and wanted to argue with him to prove that Mu Sicheng could be given a red ribbon, he interrupted Yuan Qingqing with a big smile on his face: "Here's the thing, Qingqing, there's another problem you need to solve. "

"Aren't we going to change our seats after half term? The class was previously consulted and assigned seats according to their own wishes, but there is a rather problematic matter."

" Mu Sicheng, who had just transferred in before, was sitting alone at the back, but as you know, that seat was temporary, and when the school director saw him sitting alone during his rounds, he said that it was not a good influence, and he was still allowed to sit back in the large group, but when Mu Sicheng called for wishes for a seat before, he, every day, handed in a blank up. "

The class teacher also had a bit of a headache: "...... And none of the other students in the class, and none of them filled in their wishes to sit with him."

"You think of a way, find a classmate in the class to do the work, find a table for Mu Sicheng classmates, of course if these students are unwilling, you can make it clear to them, it's not permanent, it's just sitting for a while and rotating later, after all, everyone is unwilling, this can be considered a chore, we can only say try."

Mu Sicheng listened to the silence outside the door for a moment, and the next second he snorted and turned to step in and say I don't need a tablemate when he heard Yuan Qingqing's clear voice: "I can be a tablemate with him for a long time."

"Huh?!" Now even the class teacher was a bit shocked, "But Qingqing, in the seat will you handed in, it says that he is not the one at the table?!"

Mu Sicheng takes a step inside.

"I'll sit at the same table as him so I can keep an eye on him close by." Yuan Qingqing said very insistently, "Teacher, next month if he doesn't make any mistakes, I will definitely give him a little red flower."

Mu Sicheng: "......"

Classroom teacher: "......"

Why is this little girl still thinking about it!

When Yuan Qingqing really moved in next to him, Mu Sicheng couldn't control his weird expression. On the one hand, he felt that Yuan Qingqing, the woman, was only at the table with him to spy on him, and on the other hand, a voice inside him faintly, kept saying ......

Wasn't it really to get him in person that he was being watched so closely to this point?!

Noticing that Mu Sicheng had been looking at her, Yuan Qingqing turned her head in confusion, "?"

"Three-eighty line." Mu Sicheng forcefully piled the book in the middle of the two, blocking Yuan Qingqing's view of him, "Don't come over, or I'll get cranky."

Yuan Qingqing looks on in silence at the 38th parallel, which is known as the "38th wall".

Originally, Mu Sicheng thought that Yuan Qingqing would be sitting next to him and that he would have no peace in class and would be nagged all the time, but to his surprise, Yuan Qingqing was an exceptionally quiet girl who, with her head down and her glasses on, listened carefully and took notes after class.

Unlike Mu Sicheng, who has a messy desktop, Yuan Qingqing is a student with a neat and uniform desktop.

All her books are wrapped in plain kraft paper cases, from notepads, to stationery boxes, to notebooks, all with one brand and one pattern - cartoon hip hop monkeys.

Mu Sicheng couldn't help but be curious to see what Yuan Qingqing was doing, and when he glanced over the side of the 38th wall, he saw Yuan Qingqing jotting down notes while writing rapidly in a small notebook next to him with a serious expression.

[Student xx is playing with his mobile phone.]

[Student xx is reading an extra-curricular book.]

[Mu Sicheng's classmate is deserting and peeking at his table].

Mu Sicheng :!!!

Mu Sicheng quickly retracted her head back behind the Sanbae wall, hammering her desk in exasperation, thinking - how can this woman be so single-minded, listening to a lecture and taking notes on others at the same time, and so self-absorbed!

Shit, didn't I like him! How could I think I was spying on her!

What's she got to peek at! Just a strange woman who buys a table of hip hop monkeys!

By the end of class, the quiet Yuan Qingqing from class had completely disappeared, and she chased after Mu Sicheng asking, "Where are the keys?"

"Why didn't you return the key to Ma Cailiang?"

"Didn't you say you'd return it to him when you found it today?"

"I didn't find it." Mu Sicheng spread his hands in disbelief, "That's all."

Yuan Qingqing looked at him, didn't say anything, just clenched his fist, then suddenly spoke, "I ...... saw you put the key back the other day too."

"You didn't want to take it that badly either, so why did you end up taking it anyway?"

Mu Sicheng was hammered with a muffled fist that hit him in the heart and he said, almost viciously, "None of your business! That's what's wrong with me! I'm just going to steal it!"

"Kleptomania, ever hear of it! What else is wrong with me if you're in charge of heaven and earth?!"

Then he pushed back his own chair and kicked off.

Mu Sicheng thought that when he came back again, Yuan Qingqing would be gone, leaving an empty seat at his table, but she remained quiet, looked at him, and said, " Fellow Mu Sicheng, it's time for class."

--As if nothing had happened.

Perhaps something happened too, when Mu Sicheng peeked in and saw Yuan Qingqing write another entry in her notebook - [Mu Sicheng kicked a chair in an attempt to destroy public property, attempted to do so].

He was a little baffled.

Yuan Qingqing was a very good tablemate, she was clean, polite and helpful, she was always there whenever the class asked for her help, and she would try her best to solve any problem. Mu Sicheng understands why there are so many students in the class who complain about Yuan Qingqing, but every time the class president is elected, Yuan Qingqing is still elected with the first number of votes.

Because she is a very reasonable person, you can say that this kind of person is good to get along with or not, but she is fair to people and doesn't make any difference because of your family, grades or appearance.

Nor do they look at you through tinted glasses because of what you have done in the past.

Mu Sicheng looks at the little rewards handed out in front of him - he didn't do a single thing last week under Yuan Qingqing's watchful eye, and the student who gets a full week's worth of Su-Tao gets a small reward, really small, usually an eraser and a sticker.

But this is the first time Mu Sicheng has got one and it feels a bit amazing - it's amazing that a student like him can still get a reward for being disciplined ......

At least Mu Sicheng himself could hardly have imagined this day.

The small reward is an eraser, in the shape of a hip hop monkey.

The eraser was not issued by the class, it was probably bought for Yuan Qingqing at his own expense.

On the day Yuan Qingqing gave Mu Sicheng the erasers, she went to the office and then seemed to have an argument with the class teacher.

The erasers in the plastic pockets are all regular squares with a number - [59] - written on them in marker.

There are 60 people in Class 7 and 59 erasers, which means that one person has no award.

Who this person is is self-explanatory.

Mu Sicheng is very conscious of the fact that it would be bizarre for the university to allow him to receive an award after the big mistake he made before.

When the first period of study had passed, Yuan Qingqing went out and when he returned, there was an eraser, in the shape of a hip-hop monkey, in his plastic pocket.

Yuan Qingqing gave the rubber to Mu Sicheng as a reward for his discipline the previous week, and when she said this, her eyes were as swollen as peaches, so it looked like she had been crying again since she left.

By the second night, Yuan Qingqing was on the table again, curled up in a ball and sobbing very quietly, and Mu Sicheng, holding the rubber of the hip-hop monkey, finally asked, "Hey, Yuan Qingqing, what's wrong with you?"

Yuan Qingqing slowly parted her face, her eyes swollen a little more, and she cried very quietly, choking as she did so, "...... I don't understand, why the class master Mr. Ren just won't let me give you the red flower."

"You obviously didn't do anything last week, so why can't you cover it ......"

"I don't understand, the school rules clearly don't say that, Ma ...... burp." She hiccuped and continued to cry, "It's all written down, Ma Cailiang are allowed to cover the red flower, why can't you ah, why can't you cover it if it says you're a bad influence ......"

"That's not fair!"

Yuan Qingqing cried with righteous indignation, but Mu Sicheng couldn't help but laugh, his eyes involuntarily softening as he slumped against the Sanba wall, his tone teasing, "So you went and argued with the old man twice because of this?"

"It's not arguing, it's that it's just not right, I'm just arguing with the teacher." Yuan Qingqing slowly turned her head away again, she was puzzled, "Why is it just you who can't?"

"You're just a regular student in the class like everyone else."

"It's not like you're much of a bad person, what bad influence can you cause?"

Mu Sicheng was quiet for a moment, then tsked, "Don't cry, silly."

By the third night, Yuan Qingqing's mood had returned to normal, and Mu Sicheng watched her with her two large peach eyes, carefully noting in her little notebook.

[Yuan Qingqing classmate cries and wanders off in class.

[Yuan Qingqing and Mu Sicheng are talking small talk.

Mu Sicheng: "......"

Fuck, next time he comforts this guy he's an idiot.

The 38 walls began to fade sporadically, and the two men could briefly exchange glances on the wall, usually ending with Yuan Qingqing looking back in confusion and Mu Sicheng moving away indifferently, and the relationship between the two of them slowly began to become cordial, with him bringing Yuan Qingqing a glass of water when he went out and Yuan Qingqing bringing him a meal in the morning when he entered class at the hour. He would go out and fetch Yuan Qingqing a glass of water, Yuan Qingqing would bring him a meal in the morning when he was stuck in class.

Rumours began to circulate in the class that Yuan Qingqing liked him.

Mu Sicheng laughed at the rumours - it was only now that he saw that these high school students were really less observant than he was, and wasn't it obvious that Yuan Qingqing liked him?

Of course he didn't like Yuan Qingqing, although Yuan Qingqing's book had noted many times that Mu Sicheng had peeked at his tablemates, Mu Sicheng just found it interesting to observe Yuan Qingqing as a fool.

Yuan Qingqing has some very strange and stubborn habits, just like the person's insistence on rules, such as the fact that she must buy a full set of hipster monkeys for her stationery, or the fact that at the end of class on the second night, Yuan Qingqing must lie on the window next to her desk and stare at it for half a day with her eyes fixed on it.

At first glance, Mu Sicheng thought he was looking at his reflection in the window, and would have tensed up half a dozen times to strike a pose that he felt better about.

It was by chance that Mu Sicheng discovered that Yuan Qingqing was not looking at him, but at someone outside.

The seniors at their school are not released on the first and second nights. After two consecutive evening study sessions, they join the freshmen and sophomores in the large recess, which has twenty minutes, and many seniors who have been sitting in the classroom all day go for a run in the playground to loosen up and stay in shape.

The school is encouraging this behaviour, so on the second night the playground will be illuminated and four lights will be played around the whole playground to make it easier for people to see things and not run into each other.

Yuan Qingqing looked out of the window at the exact angle of one of the lamps, and from that angle, she could see the appearance of every student running under the lamp. She would clutch the pen she was writing with tightly and follow the other student until she lost sight of him or her, and then she would slump down somewhat depressed.

By the next time this person comes running over, Yuan Qingqing will be nervous again.

-- it was as if she wasn't carefully peeking out of the window at this man running, but was in the way of this man's runway, and the whole thing was overwhelming.

It's like when Mu Sicheng peeked at her.

He was the president of the student council, a senior, with good grades, good looks and, before Mu Sicheng arrived, the most popular boy in the school.

Yuan Qingqing often followed this boy to handle the affairs of the student council. The other party came to Yuan Qingqing a few times in class 7 and was very gentle, always smiling and saying, "When I graduate, the student council will depend on you to do something, Qingqing.

Whenever this boy came to Yuan Qingqing, Yuan Qingqing was always very nervous and would jump up violently from his table and come back with his whole expression blank, limp and silly on the table.

It wasn't that Mu Sicheng couldn't notice the difference, but for a few seconds Mu Sicheng's mind stopped working when he noticed the way Yuan Qingqing waited so expectantly and earnestly for the whole recess, just for the few seconds when the boy ran past the light.

"Hey." Mu Sicheng's mind was blank as he heard himself ask nastily, " Yuan Qingqing, you spy on people every night, you don't, like this guy, do you?"

Deny it.

You've been peeking for so long, you haven't even said that you like you, so you must be afraid to confess your love to each other.

Deny that you like the boy.

Deny that I ...... like you, Yuan Qingqing .

Yuan Qingqing, who was slumped against the window, sat up straight, her eyes bright and angry, her face flushed and a little shy, the kind of embarrassment and shyness that comes from having a secret poked out, but soon Yuan Qingqing straightened her expression and she leaned over the table and said, very softly and gently, "Right."

"I like him."

"Maybe I'm not good enough for a boy as good as him." Yuan Qingqing turned towards the window and muttered in a small voice, "But it's not against the rules to like it for a bit."

Mu Sicheng became furious and his eyes turned red with anger, and he hammered his hand on the wall of the Sanbei, fuming: "What makes you not good enough for him? Your grades are so good, you work so hard, you're so enthusiastic about your classmates! This guy can't run half as fast as me! It's good that you can look up to him! You don't deserve him! Don't shame him!"

Yuan Qingqing was taken aback by Mu Sicheng's sudden outburst and gave a bewildered "ah?" He gave a bewildered "ah?

"And peeking!" Mu Sicheng picked Yuan Qingqing up and angrily dragged her out, "He's just running, if you want to watch, go down and watch, what's the point of peeking!"

"Peep how wimpy!"

Mu Sicheng pushed Yuan Qingqing to the stairway and waved his hand in two impatient go-go gestures, "He's running there just for you to see, so what's the shame, go down and see, to your face, in a big way!"

"I'm allowed!"

Yuan Qingqing went down, confused and apprehensive, and Mu Sicheng took a moment of silence at the empty stairway and walked back, his fists clenched tightly, and took his place.

Mu Sicheng didn't want to look, but he couldn't help turning his head and looking out of the window.

Outside the window, Yuan Qingqing ran to the side of the runway, and the boy actually saw Yuan Qingqing as he ran past where he was again. He seemed to think that Yuan Qingqing had come to him for something, and broke away from the large group of runners and came to Yuan Qingqing.

Yuan Qingqing waved his hands in disbelief, his face flushed red, as if to explain that there was nothing wrong with him.

The boy smiled and extended his hand, seemingly inviting Yuan Qingqing to do something, as if they were running together.

Yuan Qingqing stared blankly at the boy for a long, long time, gave a little jump of excitement, then nodded frantically and followed behind the boy, running with him, both running and talking, their smiles genuinely pleasant.

Mu Sicheng: "......"

He's going to break the defence.

Mu Sicheng's hands were shaking as he leaned back against the table, closed his eyes and took two deep breaths, even dizzying for a moment - Yuan Qingqing genuinely liked the other man.

The other side doesn't look uninterested in Yuan Qingqing .......

It's just that Yuan Qingqing, a wooden head, is so dull and tolerant that he doesn't notice it at all, and he has a crush on someone until now.

Just ...... Yuan Qingqing ...... really, really didn't have any feelings for him?

So why did she do this to him?

What kind of reason was it that made her insist that he was a not-so-bad person.

Curiosity turned into a strange itch that crawled from Mu Sicheng's heart to his palm, as if some evil desire had turned into a poisonous spider and swirled around his heart and palm, and his fingers twitched spasmodically as Mu Sicheng's gaze couldn't help but look at the small book that sat on Yuan Qingqing's desk.

He hadn't touched anyone else's stuff in a long, long ...... time.

This small book, he had seen Yuan Qingqing would write some daily tips on it, if only ......

Mu Sicheng took a deep breath as he clenched his fists and withdrew his gaze to the half-used hipster monkey eraser on his desk, his chest heaving violently as he struggled to control his emotions.

There is no need.

As the days went on, Mu Sicheng forced himself to get used to Yuan Qingqing, who went for a run every evening between classes, to the boy who came to the class more and more often, and to the fact that he was able to control his desire to steal something without Yuan Qingqing's watchful eye.

During the last part of his sophomore year, Mu Sicheng was so incredibly peaceful that he even thought he had been able to let go of Yuan Qingqing, just as he had been able to let go of his desire to steal.

Ill-timed desires and ill-timed feelings are about to be removed from his life as he grows up.

The summer after his sophomore year ended, the whole class celebrated their upcoming senior year, and arguably their last craze, by meeting up to go out. Mu Sicheng was not prepared to go, but after a strong invitation from some of his classmates, he annoyingly agreed - after he became honest, many of his classmates who had been a bit afraid of him Even the class teacher has changed her mind about him, and he has become more friendly with the others.

After a long day of fun in the park, the students said their goodbyes and went back to their homes.

Mu Sicheng looked at Yuan Qingqing, who was wearing a long skirt and carrying a school bag, paused for a moment, averted his eyes and spoke, "It's a bit late, shall I see you off?"

When Yuan Qingqing tried to say no, Mu Sicheng quickly added, "I take bus number 7, are we going the same way?"

Yuan Qingqing said suspiciously, "Your house is not on line seven as I remember."

"I'm changing places, I'm renting a house and I'm not comfortable with it so I'm changing." Mu Sicheng spreads his hands, "Rory, just say go or don't go?"

Mu Sicheng has never taken a bus, not to mention the No. 7 line. He always takes a taxi when he goes out, so he faces a very embarrassing situation.

Yuan Qingqing helped him vote, frowning and criticising Mu Sicheng: "You have to talk to your class teacher when you change your house, you live alone and your mailing address has changed, when something happens to you, you won't be able to find it."

"You remember to go back and report to your class teacher ......"

"Stewardess." Mu Sicheng snorted and interrupted Yuan Qingqing, "Mind your own business."

Mu Sicheng grabbed the ring of the bus, and with a glance, he saw a chain around Yuan Qingqing's white neck, with two initials on it, as if someone had put his name on her body to assert his sovereignty - Yuan Qingqing had never worn any accessories before. Mu Sicheng paused for a moment and said, "Did he give you this chain?"

"...... hmm." Yuan Qingqing was a little embarrassed, "He graduated and said he wanted to leave something for me as a souvenir, so he gave me this."

"Just a memorial?" Mu Sicheng asks rhetorically, without sarcasm.

"Because I'm still in high school and he said to wait until I go to college." Yuan Qingqing scratched his head, "Just be my boyfriend."

She couldn't help but giggle a little as she said, "He came to visit my parents, heh heh."

"...... attitude comes together." After saying this, Mu Sicheng fell silent.

On the crowded bus, someone approached silently and reached out a hand towards Yuan Qingqing's backpack, which was violently grabbed by Mu Sicheng next to him, who questioned with a stern gaze, "What are you doing?"

After a bit of drama, Yuan Qingqing and Mu Sicheng got off the bus early and, at Yuan Qingqing's insistence, they took the man to the nearest Public Security Bureau and then parted ways at the nearest bus stop.

"Don't send it off." Yuan Qingqing waved his hand, "My house is just around here, you should go back too!"

Mu Sicheng looked at Yuan Qingqing with his pocket in the distance and let his eyes droop.

This was taken out of Yuan Qingqing's school bag when the thief stole it. When Yuan Qingqing was clearing out her things, she was mainly clearing out her money and mobile phone, and didn't notice that this little book was missing, so Mu Sicheng hid it.

Last time.

Mu Sicheng looks at the small book with the hipster monkey cover and he takes a deep breath to control his shaking hands.

Let him know what is going on in Yuan Qingqing's head and why he thinks that about him, and he will never steal again.

He turned the first page, then stood still.

[Mu Sicheng has not broken any discipline this week, but the teacher does not allow him to have a red flower. I Buming understand why everyone can have a red flower but Mu Sicheng.

[It's not fair.]

[As a disciplinarian, I should give a small red flower to every student who does not break the rules].

Below is a hand-drawn row of small red flowers with the name Mu Sicheng written next to them.

Every week after that, Yuan Qingqing would draw a row of red flowers for Mu Sicheng as long as he did not break any rules.

And on the last day of the record, Yuan Qingqing recorded.

[Mu Sicheng has not committed any disciplinary offence for two months. After discussing with the teacher, he admitted that his previous behaviour was biased and gave me permission to move Mu Sicheng's red flower to the Vegetarian book for the next term, and this week's informal red flower will be recorded for the last week.

[I hope that Mu Sicheng will be serious in the future and will not make mistakes again.

Mu Sicheng held the book and very slowly lowered his head, his breath coming in sharply, his hands clenched tightly, but suddenly he snorted a laugh and tears dripped from his eyes.

He ...... committed it again.

He had failed Yuan Qingqing, a foolish man who trusted him.

" Mu Sicheng ......" Yuan Qingqing's puzzled voice rang out in front of Mu Sicheng's face, "Why are you still here?"

Mu Sicheng jerked his little book behind him, he looked away and forced himself to calm down, "I waited here for the bus, I didn't wait, why are you back?"

"Oh." Yuan Qingqing didn't doubt it, and she said bitterly, "I went back to look for it and found my little book missing with some of my classmates' performance from last term on it, and it's a pain in the ass to have it missing, and I'm wondering if that thief just stole my book."

"Is that so?" Mu Sicheng took a deep breath, "What if it was you who didn't bring it?"

"It's just a day out, it's not like you have to keep track of who's breaking the rules, and usually when you're not doing anything, you don't carry a book."

"...... seems to be." Yuan Qingqing was wound up by Mu Sicheng and she frowned, "But I remember I brought it with me."

"And what thief would have nothing to do with stealing your book?" Mu Sicheng scoffs, "It doesn't look like it's worth anything."

Yuan Qingqing was furious: "That book records everyone's performance throughout the semester, it's very important!"

"But you have a point." Yuan Qingqing sighed, "Maybe I really did forget it, I'll look for it in school tomorrow."

Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief, but as he looked at Yuan Qingqing who had simply turned away, not suspecting him at all, the unresolved emotion in his chest suddenly came up and he spoke up hauntingly, "Hey, I'm a thief too."

" Yuan Qingqing, why don't you suspect me of stealing from you?"

Yuan Qingqing turned her head and looked solemnly at Mu Sicheng, who looked at her for a long, long time, before saying, "Don't just make jokes like that."

"You spent two months trying to get everyone in the class to trust you."

"Until you make a mistake, I, as class president and disciplinarian, will not and should not suspect you lightly, fellow Mu Sicheng."

"I'm going back, bye, and you go home early too."

Yuan Qingqing waving, ready to leave

Mu Sicheng took a deep breath as he spoke, wanting to say - [I won't do it again, Yuan Qingqing].

But before those words could be uttered, a runaway bus crashed into the station, plastering itself next to Mu Sicheng and jamming in.

Yuan Qingqing's school bag rolled to the ground, its hip-hop monkey contents scattered all over the place, the blood-stained hip-hop monkey headphones rolled to Mu Sicheng's feet as if malfunctioning, the monkey eyes on the headphones began to flash red, screams of pedestrians began to come from all around, and the bus driver climbed down from the window in horror, his face drunk and visibly smelling of alcohol.

Yuan Qingqing's arm drops helplessly from the side of the bus.

Blood splattered on Mu Sicheng's face and his pupils spread.

The little book he was holding fell to the floor, soaked in blood on the last page, the little red flower melting into the blood, no longer readable.

Ornamental pool.

Lu Yizhan looked up at Mu Sicheng on the big screen, bound within a hurricane of chains, his eyes vacant and clearly spiralling out of control with his mental values, and sighed in a complicated way as he remembered the files he had looked up.

The fate of every person chosen by Bai six is at his disposal.

He likes the souls of these people, wants to bring them into his game, and wants these people's skills to be used by him and for him, so Bai six will deliberately design the paths of these people's lives to intensify the core of their desires, to pull them to the maximum, so that the skills derived from their desires are the strongest.

Whether it was Liu Jiayi, Daniel or Mu Sicheng, each experienced this intensification of desire under the manipulation of Bai six.

Liu Jiayi, who could have reconciled with Liu Huai, was induced by Bai six to kill Liu Huai himself, Daniel killed Phoebe with the help of Bai six in the family power struggle, and Mu Sicheng's last hesitation led to Yuan Qingqing's death in front of him. The last hesitation of Mu Sicheng led to the death of Yuan Qingqing in front of him.

Mu Sicheng's desires begin with theft, with the proximity of people he likes and is close to, with the desire to break free from theft, but eventually, with the death of these people, he enters the game and wants to resurrect them, eventually falling into the game of theft and becoming a game machine called the thief, carefully forged by God.

Both times he was hit by a bus, both times because of his own suspicions, and the speed and time difference became the point at which Mu Sicheng could not forgive himself for wanting to run faster, to be more agile, to outrun all the deliberate means of transport in the world and to pull the man who was dying under the wheels.

But he didn't.

Thus was born the worst and perfect thief in the world.