disqualified hero

"East China Sea."

He raised his head calmly: "You'd better not laugh at my punishment."

Shuji Tsushima released Donghai from the toilet cubicle because he hadn't seen anyone looking for him all afternoon, and the person who was locked up for three hours was still calm, which is what happened in Chongming High School.

He was retaliated by some people. Those people should not be Xiaoshi's fans, but they also couldn't understand Donghai's arrogance.

"No." Shuji Tsushima said with a smile, "It's just that you are such an interesting person."

[unclear meaning. ]

Dong Hai returned to the dormitory very late. His dormitory is a room for two, but he lives alone. It's not because the school has good intentions, but because others hide him like a plague god, and no one wants to be with him.

[If you live with Dong Hai, you will be implicated too. ]

Under the premise of strong supervision, his dormitory is considered a pure land. After entering the door, he changed his school uniform and hung it behind the door. He stared at the box for the phonograph for a long time, but he didn't take it out. He didn't want to let himself clean the phonograph tonight. Like vinyl records, sometimes Donghai will clearly realize that such behaviors and hobbies are pathological.

[It is an afterimage of the past. ]

He stared at the box for a while, and finally buried himself on the soft mattress and fell into a restless sleep.

……

In the dream, Shota Tokai was in the darkness. He heard the sound of old film reels spinning, and a halo of light was projected in front of him.

The movie begins.

[Simply speaking, my junior high school era was a tragedy of realism. ]

A student was projected on the black-and-white screen, walking alone on the aisle leading to the campus, there were people in the front, back, left, and left, and the classmates gathered together in twos and threes, talking cheerfully, their faces were blurred, and their expressions were unclear. The laughter spread to people's ears, and there was a vacuum around Donghai.

[Actually, I didn’t suffer any bullying, it’s just that no one wants to get along with me. ]

[Weird, Freak, Stump, there is no problem in calling them in essence, I am such a person. ] Donghai can recognize the status quo. He is 90.00% responsible for the status quo that he is excluded. His personality is gloomy, like a mushroom growing in the dark.

[Even so, it's not like I don't feel lonely, what was I thinking when I was in middle school?I'm probably waiting for someone who understands me to jump out of thin air, to accommodate me like a gentle Virgin, and to fill my loneliness. ]

Essentially, I am loveless.

The teachers at the school have an average attitude towards me. The math teacher and the English teacher have an average attitude, and the Chinese teacher is more enthusiastic. He is a young man in his thirties. He is not married. He wears glasses and is very gentle.

"Is there anything wrong with your life recently?"

"Eat more vegetables, Tokai-kun."

"This composition is very well written. Do you want to participate in the composition competition, Mr. Donghai?"

[He will talk to me softly, caring for me like moistening rain, not just me, Teacher Si is the same to everyone in the class, he is like a loving father in heaven, loving the class equally people. ]

[Gao Yuan is the representative of the Chinese class. Compared with others, the teacher treats Gao Yuan better. ]

[I envy Gao Gao in my heart, she is a very lucky person. ]

Even my parents didn't care as much for me as Teacher Si.

Donghai is not good at revealing his emotions, he just thinks silently, admires silently, this kind of envy is pure and comes from the heart, he thinks he is a moss growing in a dark corner, unable to bathe in the sunshine of emotion, until a certain day night...

Because he had to be on duty, he stayed very late. The students in the same group found other reasons and left, saying that they were going to cram school, but Donghai guessed that he should go to the game hall to play small steel balls. Suddenly it was pushed away with a clatter.

Gao Yuanpuli walked in, looking terrified, she nervously bit her fingernails, Donghai heard the sound of "click", the fingernails must have been bitten off, and the tip of her tongue sensitively pushed the fingernails in her mouth to the top go.

Tokai Shota remembered the thoughts at that time clearly.

[What to do, Takahara's expression is very strange. ]

[Even if you are an ordinary classmate, you should ask a little bit. ]

"Student Gao Yuan." He hesitated and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Oops!" The voice was much sharper than birdsong, Gao Yuan's pupils shrank, cold sweat flowed out, and his palms were placed on his chest, "You, Donghai, you are still there."

[I was also in the same class as Gaoyuan Elementary School, but we were not familiar with each other after entering Junior High School. ]

"Your complexion is very bad." I asked honestly, "Is it because you are not feeling well?"

"No, no, no." Gao Yuan took two steps back, and she was biting her nails nervously again. The expression on her face made it difficult to distinguish what she was thinking. There were no emotions of horror, surprise, anger, fear, excitement and praise. Her face turned into a palette, with red, orange, yellow and green swirling around.

"Nah, Mr. Donghai." Finally, Gao Yuan dawdled, "You, you should like Teacher Si very much."

"..."

Donghai didn't speak, but lowered his head even lower.

"You, you really like Teacher Si, right?" Gao Yuan hurriedly asked a few more questions.

"Ah... ah." He replied vaguely, being gloomy doesn't mean he was good at hiding his emotions. Anyway, Donghai didn't think there was anything wrong at that time.

"Then... starting tomorrow, can you send my homework to Teacher Si's office for me?"

"why?"

"I, I just suddenly felt that I am not suitable to be a class representative. Thinking about it carefully, my grades are not the best, right? You are the one with the best Chinese scores in the class, and you are weak as a girl. There is no way to move a lot of homework at once.”

[Isn’t there a boy helping you every time? ]

I thought about it, but I still didn't say it, especially at that time, I was looking forward to the gentle teacher Si, and I wanted to work harder and try harder to get in touch with him.

[I just need a little heat. ]

"Okay." Donghai agreed.

.

"Hey, Mr. Donghai, did you deliver the homework to Gao Yuan again today?" Teacher Si smiled like a warm spring sun, and Donghai looked at him silently, his eyes lingering at the small mole on the corner of the other's mouth.

[What a cute mole. ]

"Uh, um."

I nodded silently.

every day after that.

"Mr. Donghai, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It was a great help, Donghai-kun."

"Thank you."

Tokai-kun, Tokai-kun, Tokai-kun, those words of thanks lingered in Tokai Shota’s ears. He became more and more familiar with the temple teacher, knowing that the other party likes to eat sweets, and the muffins at the cafe in the commercial street are his favorite; knowing him I like classical music, and I can dance ballroom dances with the music; I also know that Mr. Si is obsessed with Nabokov. He is an actor and part-time writer. He retired from the screen suddenly more than ten years ago. Girl, there are rumors that there is an immoral love affair between the two.

It was because I liked Teacher Si that I got to know Nabokov.

Mr. Si occasionally looks at the sunset through the window. He likes classical music and has collected a lot of vinyl records. He has a phonograph from the last 80s in his office. He listens to melodious but sad music while watching the fiery red sun about to fall.

[One day, the teacher asked me if I wanted to learn ballroom dancing, and I said yes, let's dance together in the sunset. ]

Gao Yin's Chinese performance was getting worse and worse, so he resigned from the teacher in shame, and relieved the heavy responsibility of the class representative.Later, Donghai became the next class representative as a matter of course.

[I swear here that I have no presumptuous thoughts on the teacher of the temple. To be honest, I am only a junior high school student. How can I have admiration for a teacher who is twice my age, and he is still the same sex. ]

[The police officer said that I was deceived, my mother cried bitterly while hugging me, my father sighed and accused the teacher of being morally corrupt. ]

[I, I don't feel anything. ]

[After all, it was one of the rare relaxed and happy times in my life. ]

[Thinking about it now, I, who would feel happy during that time, would be a ridiculous tragedy. ]

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It started in the rainy summer, when there is always water vapor in the air, those water molecules condense into silky threads, intertwined with each other, spreading and growing close to the bare skin, Donghai is not a constitution that is prone to sweating, but every time In the afternoon, his school uniform would still be wet with sweat, sticking to his chest and back, and his too long bangs would stick to his scalp in strands.

He seemed to be fished out of a pool, but his body was full of heat, and he could smell the steaming meat smell when he got close, and occasionally the smell of lemon shower gel soaked into his skin.

I correct my homework in Teacher Si's office. The first year of high school is an old school. The facilities are not as up-to-date as the newly built school. There are no electronic cameras that are common nowadays. The school believes in the character of the teachers. In short, in the rainy day, only I was in the office with Mr. Si, and he boldly played the music, which is the common blue Danube waltz.

At that time, I didn’t listen to much classical music.

The musical note turned into a gurgling silver ribbon-shaped river, flowing quietly in my heart. Its faint melancholy is like the whisper of a partridge. The golden life force fills my heart. Every drop of water will promote the development of all things. Growth will add a touch of dawn to the long and humid summer.

Temple stared at Shota Tokai, seeing his pale skin, the high nose bridge like a mountain ridge, his lips lacking in blood, his thin cheeks, and the strands of hair that were too long were pinched on his forehead. The shelf was bought after hesitation. , the most common plain black clip, he once hesitated whether he should give the clip to the students, it... is too intimate, it seems to show some kind of unspeakable thoughts.

Chacha Temple Shinichi couldn't control himself, deformed and continuous emotions flowed in his chest, like a plant sprouting out of the ground.

[Morals tell me it is deformed, conscience prevents me from seducing young students, but biological instinct urges me to urge me to commit heinous crimes. ]

On a quiet, steamy summer day, he kissed Dong Hai's pale lips.

.

"I'm going to hell, Shota."

After the unexpected kiss, everything went wrong. When I was lying on the bed with Mr. Si, he would wrap me in his arms with my back turned to him. I heard the teacher's heart beating "thump, thump, thump", Like my heartbeat.

He stroked my hair over and over and muttered, "I'm going to hell."

Why did it develop like this, why didn't I refuse, why did the situation get out of control, I don't know, sometimes I think, maybe this is my 14-year-old youth rebellious period, I regard the relationship between the teacher and me as a blog Nakov and Lolita, deformed, distorted, interdependent love relationship.

In fact, when I got rid of the past and carefully recalled the beginning and end of the matter, I found that from the perspective of social morality, Teacher Si still played the role of a shameless fraudster and an ugly adult. Admitting his own fault, and the smooth-talking lawyer used this as an excuse to ask the judge to commute the sentence, and even summoned the client to try to prove that he did not cause indelible harm to me. From this, it can be seen that Teacher Si's confession is indeed not that sincere , and more documents consulted later showed that he may not be able to change his innate abnormality and obsession, but he can avoid drawing other people, such as unharmed teenagers into it.

And I was undoubtedly the victim.

[The most horrifying thing is that when I was bathed in the cautious and sympathetic eyes of the people around me and walked in the corridor with my back bent, I was surprised to find that I did not hate Teacher Si. ]

[I want to be loved. ]

This is the irreparable guilt itself.

……

Ban Zhaixin, in Chongming Middle School, her name stands for "absolute precision".

Get up at 25:15, reverberate mouthwash 15 times in the mouth, chew [-] times when eating, [-] minutes of morning jogging training, [-] minutes of English recitation, always step into the classroom [-] minutes before the bell rings...

She lives like a robot, like a precision clock that keeps turning forward, never making mistakes.

You can't say whether her behavior is good or bad, but for other students and even teachers in the school, it has an absolute shocking power. People can live by the rules for a day or two, but stick to it for a week, a month, or a year. what people can do.

We yearn for what we can’t get, and yearn for what we can’t. Gods are gods because they do things that humans can’t do. Ban Zhaixin lives like a non-human, so there is no one in the academy who does not surrender to her , not afraid of her.

When asked how she did it, Ban Zhaixin said: "I just live in the moment."

Every day is a new rotation.

"The other day I heard people say that Banzhai-kun is like a machine." Jing Fucheng stayed at the school all day long, and even Banzhai Xin who knew him well was surprised by this. She asked, "Have you done anything else lately?" Is there anything I can do?" According to the net, there is a new art exhibition in Jingfu.

"I'm just doing my job as a teacher."

She finally decided on the content of the painting. Obviously, prehistoric art civilization did not bring her inspiration. Finally, Ban Zhai said: "I want to paint Oedipus and the Sphinx."

"Symbolism?"

"perhaps."

"Oh." Ifuku was surprised, "I didn't expect it." He also said, "You have to know that your oil painting skills are not much higher than those of students from the Academy of Fine Arts. It is not easy to challenge rashly."

"They have been lingering in my mind for a long time." Ban Zhaixin tried his best to organize the pictures in his mind into language, spit out scattered and opposite words: "sensuality and purity, heroism and fear, justice and evil, man and monster, comedy and Tragedy..." She hoped that the teacher could understand, so she met Ifuku's eyes, and her fingers were tightly intertwined, "I want to depict the sense of opposites."

"It's an interesting statement." Jing Fu approached her, "When did you start thinking about it?"

"I don't know." Banzhai said, "You once told me that art is a flash of inspiration."

"Ok."

Ibukuro held the end of the pencil, and Itasai was outlining the main body with the pencil.

"Just do what you say," he said. "Let me see what you see."

……

"Speaking of it." The girl whispered, "I haven't seen Xiaoshi for a day."

"Hide in the dormitory, I'd be ashamed to face anyone."

"Just now Aiko said that she didn't go back to the dormitory yesterday."

"Just now?"

"Well, she just remembered."

"It's a shame this time, not only is the video spread everywhere, but it's even humiliated by Ma Gan."

"Hey, why are you so excited about Ma Gan?"

"Who knows, maybe it's because I have a heart to repay Mr. Oda."

"That stick? How is it possible."

"Avenge yourself personally."

"It should be. After yesterday, even Xiaoshi is not something he can humiliate."

"Ha, that's ugly."

[Not being treated as a person at all. ] Shuji Tsushima thought, [Obviously, Ma Gan and I, no, Tokai-kun is right next to you. ]

"Please don't talk about it." Gaoyuan Puli said in a low voice, "Student Donghai is not that kind of person."

"Ah, it's you again, Gao Yuan, you can't let other people hear such words, you will be bullied too."

A girl said angrily: "Needless to say, you can see how good people are in terms of size. Gao Yuan is the most acclaimed beautiful girl in this grade. When did she offend the group?" She said, "The group of men can't wait to kneel down and kiss her toes."

Afterwards, there were rebuttals, talking and so on, Gao Gao blushed, some people felt pity for her, some people agreed with the girl's words, anyway, it was boring.

"Tokai-kun." Shuji Tsushima still wanted to be provocative, he poked and poked Shota Tokai's cheek restlessly with his fingertips, "There is a girl talking to you."

Tokai Shota turned a deaf ear to it, his Ophelia was almost finished, Tsushima looked closer, and was overwhelmed by the holiness of the blond woman's expression, she didn't look crazy at all, the head floating on the swamp was really Very peaceful, like a girl who grew up in love and expectation.

In the second half, Donghai finally chose to draw a skeleton frame. There are a few pieces of meat on the skeleton frame that animals have no time to tear. And with impact, Shuji Tsushima said: "It's like being magical."

"Ah?" Donghai raised his head.

"I'm talking about your painting," Tsushima said. "From the point of view of impact, it's pretty good."

"what--!!!"

The cry resounded through the sky.

Where is the sound coming from?Coming from outside the teaching building, the students pricked up their ears to listen, and found that there was not only one yell, but one after another, even Donghai was forced to arouse his curiosity and looked out the window. The heads of the students were squeezed, Stacked, all inlaid outside the window, looking from the outside to the inside, it is probably a very interesting picture.

"What happened?"

"It seems to be dead."

……

When I went out in the afternoon, I met Mr. Ifuku.

Oda Saku thought that apart from the other life teachers in the same office, Ibuku was the one he saw most often. There seemed to be some unspeakable subtle fate between the two, and they would always be involved together.

/ Dear Mr. D:

In the new school, I met a teacher named Ifu. He is very good-looking and knowledgeable. I guess if you meet, you will have a good chat. /

Even left such words in the notebook.

"Teacher Oda." The man greeted him enthusiastically, and I had to respond to him, asking where he was going by the way.

"Horticultural Club." He said, "I'm going to borrow some props to practice for the students in the club, and also to decorate my office."

"Do you want to spend?"

"Yes, do you want to go with Oda-sensei?" He invited, "I want some Casablanca."

"Is it the name of the flower?" My question was meaningless. As for the understanding of flowers, my knowledge is too shallow. I only know cherry blossoms, roses, lilies, etc. Listening to Casablanca, I thought it was A small country in the Middle East, or like Sri Lanka, is a place rich in black tea.

"Yes." Ibuku said, "It is a very interesting flower. Unlike other flowers, the flower language of Casablanca changes with the number of plants."

I still don’t understand, but I stepped forward and went to the gardening club with Ifuku. Yesterday’s turmoil has not passed yet. Let alone a student, my new colleagues don’t look right. It’s not easy to get along well in a short time thing.I have finished my work in the afternoon, if I am not invited, I can only idle around the campus, why not go to the gardening club with him.

There are two nurseries in the horticultural club. One is the greenhouse that I have just seen, ah, I don’t know if the smell of corpses has dissipated, and the other is the nursery enclosed behind the teaching building.

Ibuku is very familiar with the members of the club. After a few words, the other party went to get the flowers he needed. He filled his arms, distributed five and threw the rest into Odasaku's arms: "I only want five. There are too many."

Odasaku didn't know how to refuse, he thought for a moment, then fished out three more flower plugs and stuffed them into the bouquet that I held in his hands, saying: "Take a few more, don't waste them, I can't use up too much if you give me too much."

Jing Fu stared at the flowers, and didn’t know what to say. Casablanca’s flower language is very clever, five represents death, and eight represents love. Well, he is not a superstitious person, and he should not be swayed by the flower language. Holding them and leaving, Oda Saku, who had nothing to do, looked at his back and felt very satisfied.

[Because I had nothing to do in the afternoon, I decided to kill time in the nursery. I explained the situation to the members, and the other party readily agreed, saying that as long as I did what I could, he would not object to staying for as long as I could, so I helped move the stool to fertilize. Casablanca has always been Put it on the bench. ]

"Hello, is there anyone?" The sweet voice penetrated into Odasaku's cochlea, and he saw a very cute girl standing outside the door. Needless to say, he knew this face, it must be Gao Yuan, Hejin In a class on the island, the members came out to greet her. Oda Tsukuru listened for a while, and found that it was Puri Takahara who wanted to collect some rose petals to go back. She wanted to bake honey rose cakes in the baking class.

Oda Saku thought: [Why is it not the teacher of the home economics class, but the students?Especially since it is very late today, only clubs are active, and the home economics class is a long time away. ]

[It's like looking for an excuse to come and see what we do. ]

After thinking about it, I still picked three flowers to give to her, as a gift from my future teacher to my classmates.

"Thank you, thank you." Takahara Puri was taken aback, and thanked Oda with a big bow. She is obviously the same kind of person as Oda, who doesn't study the flower language of gods and gods, and doesn't even know how to observe astrology, so that She didn't know the flower language that Jing Fu knew, so the dispute was avoided. "

Three Casablancas symbolize a changeable heart.

After walking on the plateau for a while, I went on to help the members tidy up. Because of the extra adult male labor force, today’s work will end much earlier than usual, and I also got acquainted with the members of the gardening club in a few words. People are waiting to be seen, and I have a place to go. Thinking about it this way, I feel happier.

until--

When I was about to leave, there were screams from a very close place, and there were words like "what's going on" and "save people first". Because of worry, I turned back to see what happened.

Looking back, I found that Xiaoshi, whom I met yesterday, was buried in the pit of the nursery, with only the head sticking out.

That face is unforgettable, it is obviously a plaster face with eyes closed and unable to express, but it is full of strange compassion, like the Virgin Mary who loves everyone.Odasaku had the most experience. He watched the children wandering around the corpse, and asked someone for a pair of rubber gloves.

"It's hopeless," he told family members after testing his breath.

The other members of the horticultural club had never seen such a strange death. They screamed, trembled, and could not speak.As for Odasaku, his finger bones wore rubber gloves all the way down, stroking Xiaoshi's body, hoping to find something.

He only touched hard bones and fractures.

Xiaoshi's body sunk in the mud is an empty skeleton.

This discovery made him frown.

"Dug out the people first."

"Call an ambulance, an ambulance!"

"It's useless, the person must be dead, if you want to call the police over."

The members of the club chattered and discussed, each of them turned into a detective to find the cause of Xiaoshi's death. This group of people has high psychological quality and stronger adjustment ability. After knowing that it is impossible to rescue their classmates, they unexpectedly wake up late and reason game, trying to find the real culprit who murdered Xiaoshi.

Yes, they determined that the classmate died in a brutal murder.

"It must be someone who has a grudge against Xiaoshi."

"Xiao Shi, wasn't that yesterday?"

"Dong Hai, that bastard is suspected, very suspicious!"

"Wait, if you really want to say, yesterday's first victim was..."

[When I came back to my senses, I was already surrounded. They looked at me like I was reading a fantasy killer in a novel. ]