At this moment, Sikong Jue, who many people in Deyuan High School are paying attention to, is resting in the leisure area.

The leisure area is a place for students who are tired from studying to relax.

There are several garden corners, with flower beds and pavilions, and many flowers, plants and trees.

The five garden corners in front are also visited by many students during breaks and lunch breaks.

But there is a garden corner in the innermost corner that no one dares to enter. Even the freshmen were warned by their teachers during the first class that that was Mu Xiangqing's place.

Sikong Jue felt that there were too many people outside, so he walked into the innermost corner of the garden, sat down in the pavilion, leaned against the stone pillar, straightened his left foot, put his right elbow on the bent right knee, propped his head and closed his eyes to meditate.

He was sleepy after listening to the class all morning.

Life is much more leisurely, but also boring.

Deyuan High School prepares a dormitory for each student to take a lunch break, with four-person rooms, but students who do not live in the dormitory rarely go back to the dormitory for a lunch break. Sikong never likes to live with strangers.

Mu Xiangqing didn't like it either, and was used to sitting in the rocking chair in the garden corner of the leisure area for a while after lunch.

Sikong Jue woke up when Mu Xiangqing approached, but did not open his eyes and remained motionless.

Seeing Sikong Jue again, Mu Xiangqing frowned. She had been interrupted all day, and she was a little impatient, "Get out."

The cold tone sounded like frost.

Sikong Jue opened his eyes, raised his head, leaned against the pillar, and saw a pair of very cold and quiet eyes. Although he didn't usually come into contact with many women, those women had never had such cold eyes.

What kind of pain has she experienced to have such cold eyes?

But Sikong Jue still said the same thing, "First come, first served."

When Sikong Jue knew that he was going to Class 11, the senior class of Deyuan High School, he asked someone to check the details of everyone in the class to be prepared.

I have a rough understanding of Mu Xiangqing's background and know that she is a school bully in Deyuan High School, and her reputation is mostly negative.

He was not interested in knowing whether she was such a person.

He came to Jingshi just to live a peaceful life.

I just got cheated when I went back to school.

He has no interest in fighting with a girl.

"I say it again, get out."

Mu Xiangqing looked at Sikong Jue with sharp eyes, but found that he looked at her differently than anyone else.

In Jing City, everyone who knew her family background was either afraid of her or trying to please her.

Of course, there are people who dislike her and find her disgusting, but she doesn't care.

There were very few people who cared about her, and they were the only people she cared about.

Sikong Jue's eyes were very calm. The person who came to Class 11 was definitely not ordinary. He must have investigated Class 11 and knew her details.

But he still looked at her so calmly.

Mu Xiangqing almost forgot how to get along with someone who treated her calmly.

This is the way only two strangers can get along, and it is a luxury for Mu Xiangqing.

She was stunned for a moment.

Seeing Mu Xiangqing dumbfounded, Sikong Jue actually thought she was a little cute, like a kitten that just needed care.

The next moment, Mu Xiangqing's cell phone vibrated. She pulled out her cell phone and asked in an obviously more unhappy tone, "What's the matter?"

Mu Xiangqing frowned and turned around and left quickly.

Seeing Mu Xiangqing leave, Si Kong Jue looked at her back for a while before closing his eyes and continued to rest with his eyes closed, but Mu Xiangqing's dazed expression still flashed through his mind.

Mu Xiangqing came back to class in the afternoon, but she was looking out the window with a low pressure. She was expressionless in the morning, but now it was obvious that she was in a bad mood.

The entire class had a tacit understanding to keep their voices down, and even the teacher did not dare to disturb Mu Xiangqing by being too loud.

The bell rang for the last class. Mu Xiangqing picked up her backpack and helmet and left before the teacher could react.

Lu Rifeng quickly followed.

Others breathed a sigh of relief.

Sikong Jue slowly packed up his things and left.

Lu Rifeng caught up with Mu Xiangqing, "Aqing, what happened?"

"You go home first." Mu Xiangqing got on his motorcycle and put on his helmet.

Lu Rifeng stepped forward and held Mu Xiangqing's right arm, guessing, "Is it related to uncle?"

Mu Xiangqing raised his eyes and looked directly at Lu Rifeng through his helmet, "You go back first."

Lu Rifeng sighed, and then took two steps back. He understood Mu Xiangqing's character. No one could force her to say what she didn't want to say.

Sikong Jue, who was walking to the school gate, happened to see Mu Xiangqing riding a bicycle quickly. A trace of surprise flashed through his eyes with black-rimmed glasses, and then disappeared.

Sikong Jue lives very close to Deyuan High School, a high-end apartment complex ten minutes away.

The community is patrolled by security guards 24 hours a day, with one household on each floor. The privacy and security are very strong. You need to scan your face and register visitors when entering or leaving.

Sikong Jue, who unlocked the door with his fingerprint, entered the house, threw his backpack on the sofa, and walked towards the refrigerator.

Someone will deliver fresh food every two days. If he doesn't go out to eat, Sikong Jue will make it himself.

Take out the mineral water, sit down at the desk on the left, and start the computer.

Sikong Jue took a few sips of water, put it aside, took off the black-framed eye sockets of the plane mirror and threw it aside, revealing his calm but wise eyes, and tapping on the keyboard with his long fingers.

It's not about contacting people, it's about hacking directly into other people's computers and videotaping with them.

In less than two minutes, a mature and handsome face appeared on the screen, but his eyes could not hide a hint of guilt. He touched the tip of his nose and opened the topic first, "Good nephew, how does it feel to be back in school?"

"Su Yi, what do you think?" Sikong Jue leaned back and asked calmly, but with an aura of calmness and self-importance.

Su Yi chuckled, "Sure enough, I'm a little angry. Uncle didn't even say a word. I'm just trying to make up for your lack of campus life, and this kind of life is the calmest and most ordinary."

"Thank you so much for thinking so thoughtfully." Sikong Jue's face was expressionless.

"You're welcome." Su Yi picked up the whiskey and saluted Sikong Jue, taking a sip to block his nephew's calm but sharp eyes, "High school students should behave like high school students and do their homework well."

Su Yi is the person who understands Sikong Jue best. If he doesn't want to do something, no one can force him to do it. He is willing to go to school to prove that at least he is not angry.

Hearing this, Sikong Jue frowned uncontrollably. Thinking of the homework he had put in his backpack at the moment, he felt a little depressed.

Doing homework was a long time ago for him.

Su Yi saw his nephew frown and knew that he was in a depressed mood now. He couldn't help but laugh. After all, it was so rare to see this side of him. The side shown by his nephew in the past was always perfect and lacked youthful vitality.

"Okay, forget about other things and live your student life well. Your parents are very happy to know that you are going back to school. I have other things to do, bye."

Su Yi didn't dare to be too arrogant. His nephew was too outstanding and smart. If he held a grudge, he wouldn't be able to bear it.

"Wait a moment."

"What's wrong?"

"I want one..." Sikong Jue paused, "Forget it."

Before Su Yi could react, Sikong Jue hung up first. The screen went black, reflecting his face, which was handsome and elegant, but also revealed a hint of decisiveness and confidence.

Sikong Jue stood up and walked to the balcony, looking into the distance.

What will the next part of your student career be like?

Mu Xiangqing went to the road opposite the hospital. She received a call at noon saying that her father had fainted and was taken to the hospital. She wanted to come at the time, but soon received another message saying that her father was just overtired and needed to be hospitalized for two days.

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Her father didn't want anyone to notify her, so Mu Xiangqing didn't come.

After a while, Mu Xiangqing got out of the car, walked into the hospital holding her helmet and backpack, pursed her lips and got on the elevator.

After coming out of the elevator, Mu Xiangqing knew which ward her father lived in without even looking. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, the bodyguard recognized Mu Xiangqing.

"Miss."

Mu Xiangqing raised his eyes and saw many men and women in professional attire standing in the corridor.

When the company executives waiting at the door saw Mu Xiangqing, they immediately stood up straight and lowered their heads to say hello, "Hello, Miss Mu."

At the same time, they all stepped back to make way.

Mu Xiangqing ignored it, walked to the ward on the left at the end, opened the door and went in.

People in the ward looked over.

Mrs. Zhong Yue Yuxiu immediately said dissatisfied, "Xiang Qing, why did you come just now? It really has nothing to do with your father. It's so unfilial."

Zhong Nanming was the first to say, "Mom, I didn't let them tell A-Qing."

Then he looked at his daughter kindly and said, "Aqing, I'm fine. I must be very tired after a day of class. Sit down quickly."

"I didn't want to come, I just happened to be on the way." Mu Xiangqing retorted hard and looked at his father Zhong Nanming. Except for his expression, there was nothing else strange about him. "There are so many people waiting for you at the door. It shouldn't be a big deal. I'll leave first."

Mu Xiangqing left without looking back.
To be continued...