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In the mid-term exam of the first semester of high school, Lu Zhengkang lost to Jiang Jin by one point. In the next few days, he attended classes as usual, ate meals as usual, and his daily routine remained unchanged. Some of his roommates were weird instead. He was not joking in front of him, and his voice was full of sorrow and remembrance, which made Lu Zhengkang wonder if he was dead.

Hearing them talking and laughing in the dormitory, Lu Zhengkang wanted to join the conversation, and as soon as he showed up, everyone immediately put away the smiles on their faces, and looked at him with serious eyes again.

"What kind of plague do you have? Why are you so weird?"

"Deer, a great military strategist in our ancient times once said that victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs. The past is in the past, so don't worry about it." Roommate Zhou Xiuhe is an old-fashioned, slovenly boy who came up to pat the deer On Zhengkang's shoulders, his face had the vicissitudes of a middle-aged Mediterranean man.

Lu Zhengkang also patted him on the shoulder, "You speak human."

The chubby Zou Xiagu said quickly: "Oh, don't mention this, the deer is angry."

Lu Zhengkang looked at Zhang Yingxuan, "Do you think I will be angry if I lose to Jiang Jin?"

Classmate Xiao Zhang is sweating profusely at the moment, and the loyalty of the world cannot tolerate a snitch. He, a traitor, made public the truth about the decisive battle between the two masters that day. With six holes in the knife, at least the little finger has to be cut off to apologize.

Ten minutes later, the four people who came back from the canteen all ate delicious grilled sausages.

Lu Zhengkang crunched the black pepper sausage, as if he was chewing on a traitor's finger. Zou Xiagu was the fastest eater, licking the sticks with endless interest. Zhou Xiuhe asked while eating, slurred: "Deer, are you really not angry?"

"Why am I angry. Jiang Jin learns better than me."

"You two are only one point behind. If it's a subjective Chinese question, the teacher will give you more. This time you will be ranked first."

"That's right, it's not a crime of war! It's all because of Song's partiality."

Lu Zhengkang didn't know how to explain it either. "I really don't care. So-so grades are fine."

This silenced the roommates.

Zou Xiagu put the bamboo stick in his mouth and scratched it around a few times, "Lu, who doesn't care about the first grade. It's okay to lie to my brother, but don't lie to yourself. My brother was deceived by you, and you can pass it with a smile..."

"Stop." Lu Zhengkang covered his head, "Haven't you ever thought that I have no worries about food and clothing in my life and don't need to care about school grades at all?"

"Brother, I didn't say that, really, everyone can see it." Zhou Xiuhe muttered, feeling guilty for breaking the students' minds, "You really care about the number one in the grade."

Lu Zhengkang was absolutely amazing, he waved his hand, and ran to wash up, preparing for a good night's sleep.

There is evening self-study in the first year of high school, from 6:30 to 9:00. Among the high schools in the city, it was relatively relaxed. In some high schools, evening self-study was delayed until half past ten. Lu Zhengkang doesn't like evening self-study, except for teachers who substitute for teachers who earn wages, no one likes evening self-study. But he also misses the evening self-study, which is as quiet as a grave, the silent faces of his classmates, and the snacks secretly shared under the desk.

Lu Zhengkang tried to go to bed early. After ten o'clock in the evening, the mobile phone system was locked. When the lights were turned off at eleven o'clock, he stared at the LED on the ceiling and dimmed instantly. After a while, this gleam also faded.

In the lightless darkness, the confused signals of the optic nerves created a gray cloud that floated on the ceiling.

He finally found himself insomnia.

When running in the morning the next day, Lu Zhengkang was a little absent-minded due to lack of sleep, and stepped on the shoes of Zhang Yingxuan, the leader, several times. Xiao Zhang dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, and silently shrank behind him.

One advantage of the large size of the school is that there is no need to be crowded for morning jogging. Lu Zhengkang remembers how the high school jogging at the beginning of the century was like a big sheep pen. Some things have changed, and some things haven't. Morning runs are still used by schools to tame students. Girls will still use their periods as an excuse to avoid running. Boys will still run while chatting and telling jokes.

Lu Zhengkang took the lead for Zhang Yingxuan, but he was still absent-minded, his steps were fast, and he accidentally lost the large team. The classmates called him behind him, but they didn't hear him.

Someone patted Lu Zhengkang on the shoulder from behind, he turned his head and greeted the girl: Hi.

"Lu Zhengkang, you're running too fast." The person who came was a sports committee member, the main one was strong, healthy, enthusiastic and cheerful.

"Oh, my fault, I'm sorry." Lu Zhengkang hurriedly slowed down his pace.

"Why don't I take the lead, you don't look very good."

"Well, thanks." Lu Zhengkang consciously withdrew to the team, and he withdrew to the end.

The compulsory Chinese class in the morning was replaced by a new intern teacher, and it was arranged in the lecture theater. After handing in his mobile phone, Lu Zhengkang found a corner in the back row. Nodding off with head propped up. A few students sitting next to him took out their spare phones, switched to transparent mode, and started to play seriously.

The atmosphere in the classroom was stuffy, Lu Zhengkang fell asleep unconsciously, his head drooped unconsciously, then quickly lifted up again with a jerk, and this was repeated repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice. He gave a big nod here, but it encouraged the substitute teacher's confidence, and his lectures became louder and more passionate.

After class, the substitute classroom returned to the office. The head teacher asked him how he felt. He said a few polite words, and then specifically mentioned, "There is a student who is very enthusiastic. I kept nodding my head to encourage him during the lecture."

"Which student is so kind? The students in this school are very difficult to deal with. If you are not careful, you will really hang up on the blackboard. I was asked by students before that I couldn't get off the stage." The head teacher said a joke. Other teachers in the office They also made fun of it.

On an ordinary day, the teachers in the office were all in a good mood because of this incident. They also shared it in the teacher chat room. Everyone smiled knowingly and talked about their professional experience.

At 1:03 p.m., a third-year student in Huai'an Building on the North Campus committed suicide. At that time, it was only two minutes before the first class in the afternoon, and the students were chatting in the classroom and in the corridor. The boy suddenly flipped over the railing, jumped down, and landed in the snow-white green belt. A hole was punched out of the bush, and the bright red blood stained the roadside red.

This winter's cold wind ruined the good mood of the teachers. Someone posted a photo of the scene in the chat room, part of it was coded, and the **** stretcher was sent into the ambulance. The first responders were wearing white coats and black rubber shoes, and they glanced at the camera with dull and peaceful eyes. They were like a group of snow-covered animals. Silent trees.

In the next few days, when the classmates around Lu Zhengkang talked about this matter, there were still weird and restless smiles on their faces.

When I was taking a foreign language class, there were distant sounds of suona and gongs from the streets of the campus, and the students' minds were completely drawn away by this slight movement. Everyone fidgeted, whispered, and peered toward the windows.

"I heard that the family members of the deceased are here." In the cafeteria at noon, eleven out of ten people were talking about this matter.

"Why did you jump off the building, does anyone know?"

"It seems that the pressure of studying is too great. The family is pressing hard. I am not very popular, and I have no friends."

Lu Zhengkang received a lot of emails from his old classmates in Ninghu. They also heard about this and sent messages of condolence one after another, as if something happened to Lu Zhengkang.

"Xuan, wouldn't it be you who said it again?"

"Absolutely not." Zhang Yingxuan is indeed not a big-mouthed person, and usually has no desire to socialize.

The death of a student did not stir up any disturbances except for the spread of news in a small area. The family members of the deceased negotiated compensation and did not come to the school to make trouble anymore. Luoxue's campus was as quiet as yesterday, as if nothing had happened.

But everyone knows that this classmate will always live in their hearts, as an unknown and tragic person, will always remain in their memory, and will be mentioned as a topic of conversation countless times in the future.

Before the arrival of the new year, the school arranged monthly exams, and this time, Lu Zhengkang got the first place. The second place is not Jiang Jin, and the third place is not her. Jiang Jin was ranked sixth in grade.

It happened to be a Friday when the results were released, and Lu Zhengkang still went straight to Nandou Hut after school, and brother T and sister Hongyuan were still so enthusiastic. If an intelligent robot jumps off a building, it will definitely not die. Their graveyards are garbage dumps and factory recycling lines. If the core data is retained, it can be revived by changing the fuselage.

"Is it still the same?"

He nodded. A beautiful colorful firework was placed on Hongyuanmei's display screen.

After receiving two drinks, he stood by the counter for a while, when Su Xiangli suddenly threw himself on his back, making a threatening cry.

"RUA! Are you scared? Are you scared?"

Lu Zhengkang: "..."

"What's the matter, you're not happy. You're not happy to see me, you don't deserve it!" Su Xiangli's warm eyes were like glowing red charcoal in a fire pond, and he tiptoed to kiss his lip pods quickly, just like a skylark gliding across the lake in spring.

"Lips are so cold." Lu Zhengkang smiled strangely.

"It's freezing!" Su Xiangli took a big sip, "Aren't you going to drink?"

"I'm not thirsty now."

They walked towards the air rail station along the art-filled street outside the South Gate. The laser barrier outside the shopping plaza had been removed, and the freshly painted surface was beautiful and neat. There were still a few bright red paint stains on the street. After walking, this little paint will be gradually worn away by footprints in the next few months.

Su Xiangli began to complain about her school life again. She had already discovered the gap between herself and her peers. We usually study together, but it seems that we are people from two worlds, and even our living habits are very different. She can't make friends and doesn't like the classmates around her.

"If you really don't like it, transfer to another school." Lu Zhengkang suggested this way.

He had never put forward this suggestion before, no matter what Su Xiangli did, he would support it and would not retreat.

Su Xiangli stopped in his tracks, staring at his face with strange twinkling eyes in the winter night, this youthful and cheerful face was always like a faint shadow cast on the expression of the blue and clear sky after the rain. Others might not be able to see it, nor could his family members, but Su Xiangli knew it.

If Lu Zhengkang had a heart disease, she would be the attending physician. The master of the rivers and lakes was injured, and she was the genius doctor Sai Huatuo.

Comrade Sai Huatuo took off the bandages of the reckless man, pointed to the sword marks on his heart and said: Which master injured you? Well, looking at this injury, it seems that it was caused by swordsmen in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. According to the old man's many years of medical experience, the trick that hurt you is called Huifengwuliu, isn't it?

The reckless man looked helpless: Sai Huatuo, you are still Wang Yuyan.

Su Xiangli was grinning, and rubbed his cheeks with soft palms, "Did you get stimulated by Jiang Jin? Oh, someone won't be the number one in the grade."

The reckless man sighed: Comrade Sai Huatuo, something really happened to the old swordsman you mentioned now.

"She failed this time and fell to sixth grade. It's very abnormal."

Su Xiangli rubbed her chin, "If we meet her later, let's go and ask her."

When the empty track arrived at Siming Park Station, the two of them scrambled between the cars, trying to find Jiang Jin's trace, but strangely, she didn't get on this empty track.

Jiang Jin shouldn’t miss this empty train. She has a regular schedule. She eats immediately after school on Friday, then walks a mile to the empty train station, catches the 6:30 bus, and takes seven stops to Zhenhai Nanshan Library , where I studied by myself at 9:30, and went home in time for the empty track at 9:45.

This habit has been going on for many years. Just like a mechanical clock, the time is set and linked one by one. If the circuit is changed one day, then there is a problem with a certain part of the mechanical clock.

Sai Huatuo, with a benevolent heart, put his hands behind his back, and muttered: "Old man, watching the stars at night, I guess the swordsman who made Huifeng dance the willows has a disordered qi and serious internal injuries at this time. You will meet again in two days. Will you replace me?" I took a look at her injuries and remembered to send the medical records to the old man by E-mail.

Lu Zhengkang: Doctor, how can you still count.

On Sunday evening, the dormitory students will return to school, and they can voluntarily participate in the evening self-study. Others hide from the evening self-study, but Jiang Jin will definitely show up. Since Lu Zhengkang started school, he has never entered the classroom on a Sunday night, and this time he broke the convention.

The classroom was empty, and there were only seven or eight paper kings. When Lu Zhengkang entered the door, he even aroused the surprised eyes of his classmates.

He smiled and waved his hands, looking silly as if he was going to school with his schoolbag on his back, "Get ready to start a new day of study!"

It was already dark, and Lu Zhengkang's words were completely nonsense, which aroused a burst of laughter.

He came to wait for people, not to really study. To pass the boring time, he took out his tablet and started drawing.

I just waited left and right, but I didn't see Jiang Jin's figure.

"Have you ever seen Jiang Jin?"

"She's been here before. It seems that she went out to answer the phone and hasn't come back."

Lu Zhengkang suddenly became a little anxious. As a master of the rivers and lakes, he vaguely smelled danger, and strange associations emerged in his mind, which made him even more flustered.

He immediately called Zhang Yingxuan and asked him to bring his roommates and gather in the classroom.

When the three of Zhang Yingxuan arrived, Lu Zhengkang had already contacted Jiang Jin's roommate, but she did not return to the dormitory.

"Shall we go find her separately?" Zou Xiagu was a little embarrassed, "The school is so big, we can't find her if she hides casually."

"Zou, help me contact her roommate and ask her where she usually likes to go. If she has already gone back, contact me in time. Zhou, you and Xuan go to the school security office and find a way to stuff this chip into the central cabinet. "Lu Zhengkang assigned the task and took out a common data chip on the market.

"Wow, what is this? A virus?"

Lu Zhengkang did not deny it.

The three roommates immediately looked at him with admiration, and looked at him with expressions of "you are a real punishment".

"Brother, I didn't expect that you have been hiding it from everyone. It seems that you don't plan to communicate with us as an ordinary person. It's okay. Tell your hidden true face loudly. Brothers can bear it, as long as you get rich Just don’t forget buddies.” Zou Xiagu rubbed his hands together, making a flattering look, like the fat old **** Cao Zhengchun in a costume drama.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go quickly."

The four of them split up, and Zou Xiagu came to the downstairs of the girls' dormitory, and asked Jiang Jin's roommates out with his honesty. Those who didn't know thought that this kid was yelling to confess his love in public. Zhang Yingxuan and Zhou Xiuhe rode public electric vehicles and hurried to the security office. Zhou Xiuhe lied that he had lost his belongings and wanted to get the monitoring. Zhang Yingxuan took advantage of the attention of the security personnel and stuffed the chip that Lu Zhengkang had confessed into the cabinet. This thrilling little action was thanks to his paralyzed face, and anyone else would have to reveal his secrets.

Lu Zhengkang turned on the flashlight, set off from the classroom building, and searched for suspicious traces. After waiting for twenty minutes, the artificial intelligence "Futude" in the Bluetooth headset reminded him that he had already connected to the monitoring system of Yonghang No. 1 Middle School.

"Check the usage records of Jiang Jin's campus card."

"Thirty-four minutes ago, the user Jiang Jin's campus card had a transaction record at the West Fourth Platform, and the transaction content was transportation services. Twenty-nine minutes ago, the user Jiang Jin's campus card had a transaction record at the South Second Platform. The content serves traffic."

The West Fourth platform is not far from the teaching area of ​​Senior One, and Lu Zhengkang took the light rail to the South Second Station. At this time, he vaguely thought of Jiang Jin's whereabouts. He turned on his mobile phone and retrieved the surveillance video of the platform. Jiang Jin walked out of South Second Station and headed towards Changlin Lake.

Arriving at the bank of Changlin Lake, the frozen lake surface is as silent as a mirror, and the gray-white floes are as black as ink at night, reflecting the warm orange light of the night scene lights by the lakeside, the shadow of Xizhi Pavilion falling on the ice surface, and a small human figure .

Lu Zhengkang sent a message to his roommate. Zhang Yingxuan received the email and immediately signaled Zhou Xiuhe to make some noise, and he took the opportunity to retrieve the chip. On the other side, Zou Xiagu invited the girl to the canteen, talking and laughing, and after seeing the news, he patted his head, pretending to be annoyed, saying that he remembered something important, and hurriedly left.

"Hey! What a coincidence." Lu Zhengkang flew to the veranda on the other side of the lake, adjusted his breath a little, and walked into the Xizhi Pavilion pretending to be relaxed.

Jiang Jin was wearing a navy blue winter school uniform, as quiet as a short red pine, with a black scarf wrapped around her face. After hearing the greeting, she turned around and opened her eyes wide. Liuliu's gaze showed a bit of the embarrassment of a defeated swordsman.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Jin said with phlegm in his voice, coughed twice, sniffed his nose again, and asked again: "Why are you here?"

Lu Zhengkang laughed, "I can't sleep to see the scenery. It was snowing that day, and I was going to see the fast snow and sunshine post, but the pavilion was occupied. I thought no one would come in the middle of the night, so I came here by myself." Check it out. Do you come here often? We've both met by chance twice."

Jiang Jin stood up, "Then look, I'm leaving."

"Wait a minute." Lu Zhengkang stretched out Erkang's hand to persuade the target person to stay.

"Ok?"

"You're in a bad mood. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Tonight, I'll give you the lake light and style of the Xizhi Pavilion." Lu Zhengkang sighed inexplicably.

Jiang Jin was amused by his nonsense, "What are you talking about? Are you sick?"

Lu Zhengkang asked her, "Are you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that I will die in my youth just like the senior high school student who jumped off the building."

Jiang Jin took a deep breath, was very weak, and choked with snot. Her originally depressed and dry temperament was completely cheered up because of this breath. A martial arts master once said: Light a lamp with one breath. Some people can live by one breath, some people can die by one breath.

Modern people seldom have this breath. But Jiang Jin is an old-school swordsman. The old-school people are all about this.

Her eyes became bright again, and from Lu Zhengkang's point of view, they seemed to be brighter than the night scene lights reflected on the ice of Changlin Lake, almost like two polar stars hidden behind the winter clouds, falling into her eye sockets.

"Student Lu Zhengkang, you are really sharp. I did not perform well in this monthly exam, but I will catch up with you soon. The end of the semester is coming. Let's compare then. You have to work harder, otherwise I won't Stay where you are and wait for you.” After she finished speaking, she turned around and left, like this every time, maybe Sai Huatuo was right, this is a knight who is good at dancing the willow sword back to the wind, she is freer than the wind, and more lonely than the willow .

Lu Zhengkang saw her walking away quickly, and suddenly took a deep breath. Facing the frozen Changlin Lake, this high school **** uttered a strange cry: I, Huo Yuanjia, are the number one in Jinmen ! !

The voice echoed, and the distant swordsman showed a smile.

After a while, a hoarse cry came back from the dormitory building opposite: Why are you making so much noise in the middle of the night, you idiot! !