The Lost Land of Gold

"Mu Sicheng!" a loud and angry female voice awoke from his long evaded memories, "Why are you stealing again!"

The seventeen year old Mu Sicheng lazily raised his head from his desk, the displeasure of being woken up from sleep and provocation written all over his face, "Yuan Qingqing, what business is it of yours if I steal?"

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

"What's familiar or not, I'm the class president!" Yuan Qingqing slapped the table angrily, "I've told you not to play any more pranks, give me the stolen things, I'll return them!"

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

"I know you're doing this because you hate what Ma Cailiang did before, but you shouldn't have punished him the way you did."

"Stealing is wrong, Mr. Mu Sicheng."

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

Mu Sicheng's eyelids drooped, and he raised his eyes to survey the squad leader with his pockets in his pocket.

He transferred here two months ago, and the reason for his transfer, naturally, was stealing.

His parents were always ashamed of his proclivities, and when something went wrong, they transferred him to another school, as far away from where they were, which was a common thing for Mu Sicheng.

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

The more challenging something was, the more it could make someone's face turn after stealing it, the more he liked to hide the item, enjoying the look on the other person's face before slowly tossing it out and watching the other person cry after the robbery, clutching what he had lost and found.

Mu Sicheng's parents couldn't tolerate his habit early on and beat him quite a few times, but he still couldn't change, and the facetious parents even secretly took him to a mental hospital once.

What did the shrink say?

[...... Because of the parents' long-term neglect of the child, resulting in this child did not get enough attention during the formative years, and will form a kind of rebellion in adolescence, stealing is actually just a way for this child to attract attention, you should be more with him.]

This doctor is actually quite right, in the early days his parents were working outside, was left him to his grandfather to take care of, and when these two people finished working, it seems to be the stage when everyone around them began to fight for their children, his parents suddenly remembered that there is still such a son as him, so they picked up Mu Sicheng back to take care of themselves.

Mu Sicheng didn't hate this psychiatrist and had two frank conversations with the other person - [I just hate these people who don't appreciate it when they have it and only know to look for it after they've lost it, so I want to play pranks on them].

[I understand.] That psychiatrist was 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 treatment process after a month of therapy that didn't show results.

His parents were in the treatment room arguing with the hapless doctor, "Did I pay all that money just to have him talk to you?"

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

"Do you know how much he's going to embarrass us when word gets out that he stole something!"

Mu Sicheng waited boredly outside the treatment room playing a video game, looking down at his parents who were hysterically demanding their money back from the doctor, and suddenly didn't want to be treated.

It was kind of nice that he stole something to make it so hard for these two.

Many people can't understand Mu Sicheng stealing, because his family is actually not bad, even can be said to be quite good, his parents fight for so long, nothing else, money to him is managed enough.

But the money is not for nothing, Mu Sicheng also need to do a lot of things, such as get good grades in exams, have to have special skills, go out with them, can't be embarrassed in front of those people, have to be a thousand times better than those people's children to be able to do that.

Those people] are his parents to fight until now, finally entered a, sort of upper class circle of people, these people and his parents of average origin is different, most of the origin is very good, so that his parents of average origin is very suffocating, feel that he is all kinds of better than, but all kinds of very much want to be better than this group of people.

"If I were given such a birth ......" was what his father used to say when he was drunk.

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

His parents disliked where they came from, and he was a lot like his parents in that respect - he didn't like it either.

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

He got good grades, had a passable athletic cell, was fairly smart in everything he did, had a fairly pleasing face, could walk out and tell anyone he was handsome, and could play some extreme sports, which made a lot of the kids in that circle look up to him and think he was cool and handsome.

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

When he got back that day, his parents were sitting in the living room like the sky had fallen, his mother was crying with her makeup smeared, his father slapped him, and they questioned 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, all the while hoping that he would get the hang of it and turn into the original [Mu Sicheng] who had made them look good, instead of the current [Mu Sicheng] who was so bad.

But again and again, these parents finally gave up on him in disgust and transferred him to the seventh class of a high school in an eighteenth-tier city - the same high school he's in now.

"Living expenses call you every month." His father waved his hand in a tired and bored manner, "Don't you come back."

Mu Sicheng After transferring into this school, he has been a highly popular schoolboy for a while, but while popularity means that some people like him, there are also people who spy on him, and soon the things that surrounded him are followed by the discovery of those things, and his popularity is at a low ebb again.

But he himself doesn't care much, Mu Sicheng is used to it, and he gets more annoyed when someone likes him.

It wasn't like he hadn't been liked by a bunch of people, and that was about it, so I wondered why this group of high schoolers were so after some kind of windbag, highly popular schoolboy, or whatever.

-- Mu Sicheng, a sophomore, thought so contemptuously.

Although everyone unspokenly rejected him, Mu Sicheng this person looks a little bad, tall, athletic and good, there is no one dares to bully him, just hide far away, when someone in the class lost something will sneak a glance at Mu Sicheng, whispering forced two sentences, and even do not dare to his face.

This may have something to do with what Mu Sicheng stole; he was not the kind of thief who was interested in money, but instead was a bit of a [weird thief], or even a [chivalrous thief].

--all the pants of the boys in the class who like to lift girls' skirts, the wig of the teacher who scolds the poor students who will have to go to the podium later, the dormitory key of the boy who bullies his roommates.

The last one is Ma Cailiang.

Even if this group of people knew that Mu Sicheng had stolen it, after knowing his family's background, they didn't dare to do anything to him, they dared not say anything, so there were still many people who liked Mu Sicheng and thought that he had a unique personality, but this group of people didn't dare to make friends with Mu Sicheng because Mu Sicheng wasn't easy to get along with at first sight.

In the whole class, the only one who dares to call Mu Sicheng's bluff is Yuan Qingqing, the class president.

Yuan Qingqing is the president of Class 7, with a high ponytail and round face and eyes, making her head a bit big. She looks very well-behaved, but in fact she is a very serious and conscientious girl, and also a very competitive person, participating very actively in all kinds of competitions, large and small, both in and out of the class, and willing to participate in all kinds of elections for the class committee, which makes her a very favorite student of the teacher.

But among the students, the reputation is a bit delicate - Yuan Qingqing is nicknamed [Little Official Fans].

Because she really likes to be in charge.

For example, she would keep staring at Mu Sicheng after she knew that Mu Sicheng was stealing things. Mu Sicheng was so tired of being stared at that he had never met anyone who was so patient to grind against him.

His own biological parents weren't as patient!

It's like it's already eleven o'clock now, and he didn't even go back to the dormitory in order to avoid Yuan Qingqing - he knew that she saw him when he took the key at noon today, and he also knew that she would definitely come to pursue the matter, so he specifically didn't go back, and this person would definitely block him on his way back to the dormitory!

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 certainly not move around after lights out.

But Yuan Qingqing found him in the classroom without even going to the girls' dormitory until lights out in order to find him.

Mu Sicheng was truly convinced, he folded his hands and feigned surrender, "Squad Leader, I'll call you Squad Leader okay, just let me off this time, I'm sure I won't do it next time."

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

Yuan Qingqing's eyes wavered and began to hesitate.

Mu Sicheng tsked in his heart - he had gained experience from fighting with Yuan Qingqing.

The man eats softly, but not hard.

In the end, Yuan Qingqing relented, "You'll return the key tomorrow."

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

Yuan Qingqing paused and stepped aside, her lips pursed tightly as she emphasized again, "Make sure you pay it back!"

The next day, Mu Sicheng, carrying a bun from the cafeteria, was walking past the classroom office with the morning bell ringing when he glanced over his shoulder and saw Yuan Qingqing, Ma Cailiang, and Ma Cailiang's parents, as well as his homeroom teacher, confronting each other in the office.

The first thing that came out was Ma Cailiang's thin, mutinous voice: "Mu Sicheng must have stolen it! Other than him, who else is so dirty and loves to steal!"

Ma Cailiang's parents fiercely chimed in, "Why are there such students in the class? And stealing, last night our kid was locked out for more than half an hour because he didn't have a dormitory key!"

"Being locked up for more than half an hour is nothing, right?" Yuan Qingqing's strong voice came out, "Fellow student Ma Cailiang previously locked his roommate out for a night, causing him to catch a cold, and now he's 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 more careful when you speak and don't slander your classmates, there isn't any evidence that proves that Mu Sicheng has taken your things!"

Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows for a moment as he listened outside the door, then stopped; he was certain that Yuan Qingqing had seen him take the key.

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

Ma Cailiang and his parents were weakened by Yuan Qingqing's presence.

The homeroom teacher took the opportunity to come to the rescue, "Ma look for it again yourself, it's not necessarily that someone took it, what if you forgot it yourself and dropped it somewhere?"

Ma Cailiang was unwilling, but looking at Yuan Qingqing, who had inverted eight vertical eyebrows and was looking at him with a serious face and crossed his arms, he shrunk his neck a little fearfully, "...... Then I will look for it again."

-- Yuan Qingqing is not only the class president, but also the class representative of the class teacher, the vice-president of the student union, and the disciplinary committee member of the class, so it can be said that he is in charge of half of Class 7, and he won't be able to get any good results if he offends Yuan Qingqing, who is so rigid and loves to take care of things.

Mu Sicheng ducked aside and watched with amusement as Ma Cailiang scolded him to his own parents while annoyed that Key didn't see what to do.

Here they are all boys are double dormitory, and the key is not for external allocation, can only be issued by the school after allocation, Ma Cailiang key missing, reported to the police may take half a month to have a new key issued, Ma Cailiang can only rub the roommate's key, but unfortunately, because of his previous behavior, Ma Cailiang and his own roommate's relationship is quite bad, the other side can give him the door to the strange. It would be strange if they could open the door for him.

Mu Sicheng tossed the key in his hand, admired enough of Ma Cailiang's frenzy, and carelessly wrapped it in a bag of buns and threw it into the trash.

Meanwhile, in the teachers' office.

"Is Qingqing here to deliver this week's discipline check?" The homeroom teacher was kind to Yuan Qingqing, he reached out and took the discipline verification book Yuan Qingqing handed over with a loving smile, "How did our class behave this week?"

--Discipline verification 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 offense for the week, no pre-deduction, but since there are so many disciplinary offenses, talking small in class counts, tardiness counts, and not handing in homework also counts, overall, it is a very troublesome The counting is done by the disciplinarian in each class.

Generally speaking, the disciplinary members of other classes will casually water water, not too much will turn a blind eye, will not be deducted points, to give the whole class full marks Vegetto, because generally if there is no school leader to inspect the disciplinary behavior, will not care about this Vegetto book.

However, if once checked, it is a very troublesome thing, especially for the classroom teacher, if the students have disciplinary behaviors seen by the school leader, and the Vegetarian Book is checked without corresponding deductions, the end of the year of the classroom teacher will become a little dangerous.

That is why the homeroom teacher of each class repeatedly emphasizes that disciplinary checks should be done seriously, but there are still very few disciplinarians who do this job seriously.

However, Yuan Qingqing was the kind of disciplinarian who took discipline seriously, and because of this, the homeroom teacher was particularly fond of her.

"Let's see ah ......" The class teacher took the sketchbook and put on his presbyopes and swept it, "Ma Cailiang last Wednesday off students outside the dormitory, deducted a week of small red flowers, this is no problem ......"

Mu Sicheng bites into his bun outside the door and rolls his eyes when he hears "Little Red Flower".

There is a particularly retarded thing, is the "small red flower", each student's name on the left side of the arrangement down, next to the seven days of the week, horizontal and vertical cross, every day's performance is a small grid, when the student's performance today is qualified, we must use a small red flower stamp in the small grid stamp, on behalf of the classmates This day's performance is qualified.

The disciplinarians in the other classes were all blind cover, the whole little red flower, cover the end of the matter, only Yuan Qingqing will write down the performance of each student every day, at the end of each week, one by one to the serious cover.

Mu Sicheng has always secretly spat, thinking that the school administration that could come up with this stuff has a bubble in its head, and also thinking that Yuan Qingqing, who is serious about enforcing this stuff, also has a pretty bubble in his head.

They're high school students, not a kindergarten class, and they're doing Little Red Riding Hood, breathless.

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

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

"But the demerit was something that last month's Mu Sicheng classmate did." Yuan Qingqing's voice was stubborn, "This month's Mu Sicheng classmate wasn't written up, and according to the rules, is allowed to be stamped with a red flower, teacher."

Mu Sicheng's footsteps were in a lurch as he prepared to leave.

"...... But regulations are regulations ......," the homeroom teacher had a nodding baldness and helplessly tried to persuade Yuan Qingqing, "but he made a that big a deal, the school leaders will be accountable when they see that he's been Little Red Flower."

"They feel that students who have memorized a major, with such a high vetto, spread the word and give the school a bad name."

"You deleted it when you got back, Qingqing."

"But ......" Yuan Qingqing retorted a bit sharply, "It's not like Mu Sicheng did anything against discipline this month, so why can't he be stamped with a red flower? "

"You really didn't do it?" The homeroom teacher lifted her teacup in a relaxed manner and rattled her presbyopic glasses to look at Yuan Qingqing, "He had nothing to do with the loss of Ma's keys yesterday, right?"

Yuan Qingqing a quiet.

The class teacher took a sip of tea and said in a very old-fashioned manner, "What little thoughts you have, the teacher understands and understands, but what about Mr. Mu Sicheng, he is not a person who can be delivered for life, Qingqing, do you understand what the teacher means? There's no need to harbor him for the sake of some small-mindedness, this kind of student teacher has also seen, he will definitely continue to commit crimes in the future."

"......?" Yuan Qingqing asked, somewhat confused, "What small mind, what delivering for life?"

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

Mu Sicheng, who was listening outside the door, gradually looked strange.

He did have a lot of girls like him, and received a lot of confessions and love letters, and he was a little self-conscious about the fact that it was easy to be liked by girls, not to be narcissistic.

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

Yuan Qingqing This guy is really too strange, staring at him every day like a police officer staring at the first suspect, and this woman stares at everyone in the class with this kind of look, it is really hard to see love in this kind of vigilant and serious eyes.

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

It was the oily old man who said it off the top of his head, wasn't it ......?

Mu Sicheng's movements of chewing the bun gradually slowed down, and he fell into a deep thought - Could it be that my charm is really so great that people like Yuan Qingqing can't escape?

Seeing that Yuan Qingqing had found out the school rules and regulations, and still wanted to argue with him to prove that Mu Sicheng could be stamped with a small red flower, the homeroom teacher interrupted Yuan Qingqing in two big ways, "In this way, Qingqing, there is still a problem that needs to be solved by you at the moment. "

"Aren't we going to change seats after half-term? I solicited the opinions of the class before and assigned the seats according to their own wishes, but there's a rather troublesome matter."

"Mu Sicheng students just transferred before, are sitting alone in the back, but you know, that seat is temporary, the school leader rounds saw him sitting alone, said the impact is not good, or let him sit back in the large group, but Mu Sicheng students before the call for seating willingness, he every day, handed over the blank up. "

The class teacher also has some headaches:"...... And none of the other students in the class, also filled in the will to sit with him."

"You think of a way, find a student in the class to do the work, to Mu Sicheng students to find a table, of course, if these students do not want to, you can talk to them, and it is not a long time to sit, that is, to sit for a period of time, and then rotate later, after all, we all do not want to, this can also be considered a chore, can only say that as far as possible."

Mu Sicheng was quiet for a moment as he listened outside the door, and in the next second he snorted and turned around to step inside 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."

"Ah?!" Now even the homeroom teacher was a bit shocked, "But Qingqing, in the seating will you handed in, the desk you wrote about wasn't him?!"

Mu Sicheng's steps towards the interior were lurched.

"I can keep an eye on him close by sitting at the same table as him." Yuan Qingqing said very insistently, "Teacher, if he doesn't make any mistakes next month, I'll be sure to stamp him with a little red flower."

Mu Sicheng: "......"

Classroom teachers: "......"

Why is this little girl still thinking about this!

When Yuan Qingqing really moved next to him, Mu Sicheng couldn't even control his weird expression, on the one hand, he felt that Yuan Qingqing, this woman, was at the same table with him just to spy on him, on the other hand, there was a voice in his heart that faintly, kept saying ......

Wasn't it really a good idea to keep a close eye on him to this point in order to get him in person?

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

"The 38th parallel." Mu Sicheng forcefully stacked the books in the center of the two, blocking Yuan Qingqing's line of sight to him, "Don't come over, or I'll get cranky."

Yuan Qingqing stares in silence at the 38th parallel, the so-called "38th wall".

Originally, Mu Sicheng thought that Yuan Qingqing would be sitting next to him and that he would have no peace and quiet in class and would be nagged all the time, but to his surprise, Yuan Qingqing was a particularly quiet girl, and after class, she lowered her head, put on her glasses, and listened to the class attentively and took notes.

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

All of her books were wrapped in solid-colored kraft paper casings, from notepads, to stationery boxes, to notebooks, all of 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 taking notes while writing rapidly in the small notebook next to him with a serious expression:

[XX students are playing with their cell phones.]

[XX students are reading extracurricular books.]

[Mr. Mu Sicheng is deserting and peeking at his desk.]

Mu Sicheng:!

Mu Sicheng quickly retracted his head back behind the triple eight wall and hammered the table in exasperation, thinking - how can this woman be so double minded, listening to lectures and memorizing others at the same time, and be so narcissistic!

Shit, don't like him! How can you think I'm peeking at her!

What is she worth peeking at! It's just a strange woman who buys a table of hipster monkeys!

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

"How come you didn't give the key back to Ma Cailiang?"

"I thought you said you'd give it back to him today when you found it."

"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 fists, and then suddenly spoke, "I saw that day ...... that you also had put the key back."

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

Mu Sicheng felt as if he had been hammered with a muffled fist on his heart, and he said, almost viciously, "It's none of your business! That's what's wrong with me! I just want to steal!"

"Kleptomania, ever heard of it! What do you care what's wrong with me?!"

Then he pushed back his own chair and kicked it away.

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

--as if nothing had happened.

Perhaps something also happened when Mu Sicheng peeked into Yuan Qingqing's little notebook and wrote another entry - [Mu Sicheng kicked a chair in an attempt to vandalize public property, an attempt was made.]

He was a little baffled.

The life with Yuan Qingqing went on so calmly and uneventfully. Yuan Qingqing was a very good classmate, she loved cleanliness, knew how to be polite, and was very willing to help others, she would go to the class whenever they asked for her help, and no matter what kind of things she would try her best to solve them, Mu Sicheng understood a little bit why there were so many students in the class who complained about Yuan Qingqing, but Yuan Qingqing was still elected as the first vote in every class president election. Mu Sicheng can understand why there are so many students in the class who complain about Yuan Qingqing, but Yuan Qingqing is still elected as class president with the highest number of votes.

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

Nor do they look at you with colored glasses because of what you've done in the past.

Mu Sicheng looked at the small rewards handed out in front of him - he hadn't committed a single offense last week under Yuan Qingqing's close scrutiny, and students who got full marks for a week's worth of topology got a small reward, really small, usually an eraser, a sticker, that sort of thing.

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

At least Mu Sicheng himself could hardly imagine this day.

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

This eraser is not issued by the class at first glance, it is most likely Yuan Qingqing's own money to buy for him.

On the day Yuan Qingqing sent the eraser to Mu Sicheng, she first went to the office and then seemed to have an argument with the homeroom teacher. Yuan Qingqing came back with red eyes, lying on the table without saying a word, and there was a bag of erasers next to her desk, which she had taken back from the office.

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

There are 60 people in class 7 and 59 erasers, which means one person has no reward.

It is self-evident who this person is.

Mu Sicheng is very self aware, he has committed such a big offense before, it would be bizarre for the university to let him get the award again.

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

Yuan Qingqing sent the eraser to Mu Sicheng, saying it was his reward for his discipline last week. When she said this, her eyes were swollen like peaches, so she could see that she had cried again after going out.

On the second night, when Yuan Qingqing was lying on the table again, curled up in a ball very stoically and choking very quietly, Mu Sicheng, hand in hand and holding the Hip Hop Monkey's eraser, finally asked, "Hey, Yuan Qingqing, what's wrong with you?"

Yuan Qingqing slowly averted her face, her eyes swollen a little bit more, she cried very quietly, choking as she cried, "...... I don't understand why the homeroom teacher just won't let me mark you with a red flower."

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

"I do not understand, the school rules are clearly not so written, Ma ...... hiccups." She hiccuped and continued to cry, "are remembered, Ma Cailiang can cover the red flowers, why can't you ah, why say you have a bad influence, you can't cover ah ......"

"That's not fair!"

Yuan Qingqing cried with righteous indignation, but Mu Sicheng couldn't help but laugh, as he leaned over the 38 wall, his eyes softening involuntarily, his tone teasing, "So you went to argue with the old man twice because of this?"

"It's not arguing, it's that it's just wrong, I'm just arguing with the teacher." Yuan Qingqing slowly turned her head 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 influence, what bad influence could you have?"

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

By the time three nights had passed, Yuan Qingqing's mood had returned to normal, and Mu Sicheng watched her, with her two large peach eyes, jotting earnestly in her little notebook:

[Yuan Qingqing's classmates are crying and distracted in class.]

[Yuan Qingqing and Mu Sicheng are gossiping.]

Mu Sicheng: "......"

The 38 walls began to fade sporadically, and the two of them could briefly make eye contact on the wall, usually ending with Yuan Qingqing looking back confusedly and Mu Sicheng moving away as if nothing had happened. The relationship between the two of them slowly began to become more harmonious, he would go out and fetch Yuan Qingqing a glass of water, and Yuan Qingqing would bring a meal in the morning to him, who came into the classroom at the right time. Yuan Qingqing would bring him a meal in the morning when he was stuck in the classroom.

Rumors began to spread in the class that Yuan Qingqing liked him.

Mu Sicheng scoffed at such rumors - it was only now that he could see that these high school students really weren't as observant as 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 recorded many times Mu Sicheng peeping at his own desk, Mu Sicheng just thought it was interesting to observe Yuan Qingqing, this fool.

Yuan Qingqing has some very strange and stubborn habits, just like this person's adherence to rules, for example, she must buy stationery with a full set of hip-hop monkeys, for example, when class ends on the second night, Yuan Qingqing must lie on the window next to her desk and stare at the window for half a day with her eyes fixed on one side or the other.

Mu Sicheng thought he was looking at his reflection in the window, and he would have tensed up to put together a pose that made him feel better about himself.

Mu Sicheng was the one who, very by chance, realized that Yuan Qingqing was looking not at him, but at someone outside.

The senior students in their school are not released one night and two nights, after two evenings of study, and the freshman and sophomore together with the large classroom, large classroom has twenty minutes, many of the senior students who have been sitting in the classroom all day will go to the playground to run, loosen up their muscles and keep in shape.

The school administration encourages this behavior, so on the second night, the playground will be illuminated, and four lights will be struck around the entire playground to make it easier for people to see things and not run into each other.

The angle of Yuan Qingqing's line of sight from the window was exactly the direction of one of the lamps, and when she looked at it from that angle, she could see the appearance of each of the students running past the lamp. Mu Sicheng once followed Yuan Qingqing's line of sight and found that when one of them ran past the lamp, Yuan Qingqing's whole body would tense up and she would tightly clutch the pen she was writing in her notebook and follow the other closely until she could not see the other's back running at all, and then she would fall down a little depressed. She would tightly clutch the pen she was using to write in her notebook, and follow the other person closely until she lost sight of their running back, and then slumped down in a state of depression.

When the next time this person comes running over, Yuan Qingqing will get nervous again.

--like she wasn't carefully peeking out the window to watch this man run, but was in the way of this man's runway, and the whole thing was clueless.

It's like when Mu Sicheng peeks at her.

That person Mu Sicheng knows, is the president of the student council, senior, good grades, excellent appearance, before Mu Sicheng came, is the most popular boy in the whole school.

Yuan Qingqing often followed this boy to deal with student council matters, the other party came to the seventh class to find Yuan Qingqing a few times, the attitude is very gentle, always smiling and said, when I graduated, the student council will rely on you to do things, Qingqing.

Every time this boy came to Yuan Qingqing, Yuan Qingqing was always so nervous that she would jump up violently from the table, and when she came back, her whole expression was blank, paralyzed on the table, stupid.

It wasn't that Mu Sicheng couldn't notice the difference, but for a few seconds Mu Sicheng's brain stopped functioning when he realized that Yuan Qingqing had waited so expectantly and earnestly for an entire recess just to wait for that few seconds for that boy to run past the lights.

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

Deny it.

You've been peeking for so long, and you haven't even said anything about liking you, so you must be afraid to confess to each other.

Deny that you like that boy.

Deny me ...... like you, Yuan Qingqing.

Yuan Qingqing, who was lying on the window, sat up straight with a jolt, her eyes were bright and angry, her face was flushed and a little bit annoyed, the kind of embarrassment and shyness that comes from having a secret poked in the face, but soon Yuan Qingqing straightened her expression, she leaned over the table and said very softly and softly, "Right."

"I like him."

"Maybe I don't deserve a boy as good as him." Yuan Qingqing turned to the window and muttered in a small voice, "But it's not against the rules to like it a little."

Mu Sicheng instead of furious, his anger, eyes are red, hand on the three eight wall hammer, angry hair: "Where you do not deserve him! Your grades are so good, work so seriously, so enthusiastic about your classmates! This guy can't run half as fast as me! It's good that you can look at him! He's not good enough for you! Don't be so shameless!"

Yuan Qingqing was startled by Mu Sicheng's sudden outburst, and gave a bewildered "Huh?". She gave a confused "Huh?".

"And peeking!" Mu Sicheng stood 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!"

"What a loser to peek!"

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

"I'll allow it!"

Yuan Qingqing went down confused and apprehensive, Mu Sicheng was quiet for a moment in the empty stairway, and walked back, his fists clenched tightly, and sat down in his place.

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

Outside the window, Yuan Qingqing ran to the side of the running track, and when that boy ran past wherever he was again, he actually saw Yuan Qingqing, and he seemed to think that Yuan Qingqing had come to him for something, and detached himself from the big running group and came to Yuan Qingqing.

Yuan Qingqing waved his hands hands and hands, his face reddened, as if explaining that there was nothing wrong with him.

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

Yuan Qingqing stared blankly at the boy, and after a long, long time, gave a little jump of excitement, then nodded frantically and followed behind the boy, running with him, the two of them chatting as they ran, their smiles both genuinely pleasant.

Mu Sicheng: "......"

He's going to break defense.

Mu Sicheng's hands were shaking as he leaned back against the table, closing his eyes and taking two deep breaths, even swooning for a moment-- Yuan Qingqing was genuinely fond of the other party.

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

Just Yuan Qingqing this wood is too dull too tolerant, actually did not notice, a person crush to the present.

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

Then why did she do this to him?

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

Curiosity turned into a strange itch crawling from the bottom of Mu Sicheng's heart to the palm of his hand, as if some kind of evil desire had turned into a poisonous spider, hovering around his heart and palm, his fingers twitched spasmodically, and Mu Sicheng's eyes couldn't help but look at the small notebook placed on Yuan Qingqing's desktop.

It had been a long, long ...... time since he had touched anyone else's things.

This little notebook, on which he had seen Yuan Qingqing would write some of his daily tips, would be a great help if ......

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

There's no need.

As the days went by, Mu Sicheng forced himself to get used to Yuan Qingqing who went for a run during every evening study hall, to the boy who came to the class to look for Yuan Qingqing more and more frequently, and to the fact that even when he lost Yuan Qingqing's watchful eye, he was able to forcibly control his desire to steal something.

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.

Untimely desires and untimely feelings are about to be cut out of his life as he grows up.

During the summer vacation at the end of his sophomore year, the whole class celebrated their upcoming senior year, which could also be said to be the last time to go crazy, and met to go out to have fun. Mu Sicheng was not going to go, but under the strong invitation of some students in the class, he agreed to do so in annoyance - after he became honest, many students in the class who were originally a bit afraid of him After he was honest, many of the students in the class who were a bit afraid of him came to contact him, and even the class teacher changed her mind about him, and the relationship with the others also became cordial.

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

Mu Sicheng looked towards 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 give you a ride?"

Seeing Yuan Qingqing trying to say no, Mu Sicheng quickly added, "I'm taking the No. 7 bus, are we on the way?"

Yuan Qingqing said doubtfully, "I don't remember your house being on line seven."

"Changed places, I rented a house to live in and changed it when I was uncomfortable." Mu Sicheng spreads his hands, "Rowdy, just say whether you're leaving or not?"

Not to mention Line 7, Mu Sicheng has basically never taken public transportation, he goes out and takes cabs directly, so he was faced with a very embarrassing situation, when he got on the bus, he realized that he actually had to put in coins.

Yuan Qingqing helped him to vote, frowned and criticized Mu Sicheng: "change the house to live with the homeroom teacher to say ah, you live alone, the mailing address changed, then you have something happened, looking for you can not find."

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

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

Mu Sicheng grabbed the hanging ring of the public car, and with a glance, he saw a chain hanging on Yuan Qingqing's white neck, with two initials on it, as if someone had put his name on her body to declare his sovereignty-the previous Yuan Qingqing never wore any accessories. Previously, Yuan Qingqing never wore any accessories. Mu Sicheng paused for a moment and spoke, "This chain, did he give it to you?"

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

"Just a memorial?" Mu Sicheng asked rhetorically without any 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, hehehe."

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

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

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

"Don't send it off." Yuan Qingqing waved her hand, "My house is in this neighborhood, you should go back soon too!"

Mu Sicheng inserted his pockets and looked at the far away Yuan Qingqing, hung his eyes and let out a hmm, waiting until Yuan Qingqing disappeared from his sight, Mu Sicheng then slowly sat down on the seat at the station and took out the small notebook from his pocket.

This was taken out of Yuan Qingqing's school bag when the thief was stealing. When Yuan Qingqing was clearing out her things, she mainly cleared out her money and cell phone, and didn't realize that this little book was missing, and Mu Sicheng hid this little book.

One last time.

Mu Sicheng looked at the small book with the hipster monkey cover, he took a deep breath and controlled his trembling hand.

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

He turned the first page and then stood still.

[Mr. Mu Sicheng has not violated any discipline this week, but the teacher did not allow him to be stamped with a red flower. I don't understand why everyone can have a red flower but not Mr. Mu Sicheng.]

[It's not fair.]

[As a disciplinarian, I am supposed to give a small red flower to every student who has not broken the rules.]

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

Every week after that, as long as Mu Sicheng did not break any rules, Yuan Qingqing would draw a row of little red flowers for Mu Sicheng in all seriousness. Until the previous week, the day before they went on vacation, this record still existed.

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

[Mu Sicheng has not committed any disciplinary offense for two months. After consulting with the teacher, he admitted that his previous behavior was biased and gave me permission to move Mu Sicheng's safflower to the topography book for next semester, and this week's informal safflower record will be the last week, and there will be no more separate record of Mu Sicheng's safflower in the future.]

[I hope that Mr. Mu Sicheng will behave seriously in the future and will not make mistakes again.]

Mu Sicheng held the book and very slowly lowered his head, his breath coming in sharp gasps, his hands clenched dead tight, but suddenly snorted a laugh as tears dripped from his eyes.

He ...... did it again.

He failed Yuan Qingqing, the fool who trusted him.

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

Mu Sicheng hid the small book behind his back as he looked away, forcing himself to be calm, "I waited here for the bus, I didn't wait, why did you come back?"

"Oh." Yuan Qingqing did not doubt him, she said bitterly, "I went back to look for it, and found that my small book was missing, on it there were still some classmates' performance in the last semester, and it was very troublesome to have it missing, and I wondered if that thief had just stolen my book."

"Yes?" 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 have your book with you."

"...... It seems like it." Yuan Qingqing was wound up by Mu Sicheng, she frowned, "But I remember I brought it."

"And what thief has nothing better to do than steal your book?" Mu Sicheng scoffs, "It doesn't look like it's worth anything."

Yuan Qingqing anger: "That book records everyone's performance for a semester, it's important!"

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

Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief, but as he looked at Yuan Qingqing, who had simply turned around and hadn't suspected him in the slightest, the unresolved emotion in his chest suddenly surged up, and he spoke furtively, "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 gravely at Mu Sicheng, she looked at her for a long, long time and then said, "Don't just make jokes like that."

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

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

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

Yuan Qingqing waves and prepares to leave

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

But the moment before those words could be uttered, an out-of-control bus crashed into the station, sticking next to Mu Sicheng and getting stuck in.

Yuan Qingqing's school bag rolled to the ground, the Hipster Monkey stuff inside scattered all over the place, the blood-stained Hipster Monkey headphones rolled to Mu Sicheng's feet, and as if it was malfunctioning, the monkey's eyes on the headphones began to flash red, the screams of pedestrians began to come from around them, and the bus driver climbed down from the window in horror, his face drunk and with a distinct smell of alcohol.

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

Blood splashed on Mu Sicheng's face and his pupils dilated.

The little book he was holding fell to the ground, soaked with blood on the last page, the little red flower melting into the blood, no longer legible.

Ornamental Pool.

Lu Yizhan looked up at Mu Sicheng, who was bound within a chained hurricane on the large screen, his eyes empty and clearly in a mental value loss of control, and sighed in a complicated way as he remembered the files he had looked up.

The fate of every person chosen by Bai Liu is controlled by him.

He loves these people's souls, wants to get them into his game, and wants these people's skills to be used by him, for him, so Bai Liu will deliberately design the paths of these people's lives to radicalize the core of the other person's desires, to pull the other person's desires to the maximum, so that the skills derived from the other person's desires are the strongest they can be.

Whether it is Liu Jiayi, Daniel, or Mu Sicheng, everyone has experienced this intensification of desire under Bai Liu's manipulation.

Liu Jiayi, who could have reconciled with Liu Huai, kills Liu Huai with his own hands under Bai Liu's inducement; Daniel kills Phoebe with Bai Liu's assistance in the family's power grab; and Mu Sicheng's last hesitation directly leads to Yuan Qingqing's death in front of him, when Mu Sicheng could barely contain himself. At that time, Mu Sicheng was still able to control himself, but in the Liu Huai incident, Bai Liu made Mu Sicheng witness Liu Huai's death again, destroying Mu Sicheng's last defense.

Mu Sicheng's desire begins with [Stealing], and he wants to break free from [Stealing] because of the proximity of people he likes and is close to, but ultimately he enters the game because of the deaths of these people, and wants to resurrect them, and ultimately he falls into [Stealing], and is turned into a gaming machine called [Thief], which was carefully forged by the gods.

Both times he was hit and killed by buses, both times because of his own suspicion, the speed and time difference became the most unforgivable point for Mu Sicheng, he wanted to run faster, be more agile, overtake all the intentional hurtful means of transportation in this world, and pull the one who was going to die under the wheels.

But he didn't.

Thus, the world's worst and perfect thief was born.