bullshit

Although there are still one to two months before the college entrance examination, but because the atmosphere of the school has been suppressed to a level that cannot be concealed, all departments and units simply choose to throw their hands at the pot, vent their love, and vent at will.

Every day, every moment feels almost suffocated by catching up.

The senior year building was empty and eerily quiet.In the small open space at the bottom of the building, there were many banners with words like "Don't work hard in the third year of high school this year, and be brothers on the construction site next year". The old class of XX is awesome, and the class of XX is strong! 【Note 1】

But now only the cleaning aunt is shaking the broom, chatting and cleaning up the "mess" left by these candidates.

"This year I have to scan the papers for another day."

"That's right, an old woman is exhausted, but she can collect and sell it for money, and it's worth dozens of dollars."

"What a waste of dolls."

It is said that all those who are going to take the college entrance examination have moved to the laboratory building. The classrooms there are large and air-conditioned, and the desks are several times wider.But the students who could have filled every corner of the classroom became scattered.

This way, it looks even more lonely.

The sun outside the window was so poisonous that it was too bright to keep one's eyes open.

Sitting by the window, Gu Chi stretched his neck to look out, and saw Wang Dachuan squatting at the back door of the school—it can't be helped, the three-dimensional space occupied by Dachuan is really too big, and the C position is always an eyesore.

Gu Chi scratched the back of Zhong Congyu's hand with his fingertips: "Look at him standing there again."

Zhong Congyu has now completely acquiesced in Gu Chi's fancy tricks, leaning his upper body towards him, their shoulders almost touching their chests: "He won't go in?"

Gu Chi took out his phone: "I'll send a message to ask this fat man."

——There is a beautiful sister upstairs looking at you, squat down gracefully.

--Where! ?

Wang Dachuan turned back in seconds, and when he looked up, he saw Gu Chihou shamelessly laying on the window sill and waving at him, looking at the shape of his mouth, he said, "Am I beautiful?"

——MD Gu Chi, your uncle!

--Hahaha!

Ever since Cao Bake came to Wang Dachuan's house that day, he didn't care about class and attendance at all, and wandered around the street like a stray dog.Sometimes I only go in the morning, sometimes I only go in the afternoon, and it is very common not to go all day. The key is when the sun will make his butt dry and whether he just tilted his head when passing by the school. glance.

If all the above are done, Wang Dachuan will remember that he is going to take the college entrance examination soon.

The school didn't want to take care of it, the family didn't have time to take care of it, the teacher didn't have the energy to take care of it, and he didn't bother to take care of it.

——Not coming in?

——No, I have to buy soy sauce to cook noodles later, so I’m passing by to have a look.

—Wow, I’ve been passing by for more than ten minutes, are you a turtle?

Wang Dachuan stared at the word "turtle", as well as the bunch of little turtle emoticons that were sent over for a long time, and then suddenly sighed.

He simply stopped typing and sent a voice message directly.

"I didn't tell you. On the night Cao Bake came to my house, my cousin's family happened to come too. I guess they heard something from those eight women in the alley. During dinner, they said that I was I did it by myself, what kind of books should I study if my grades are not good? When I was in the second year of high school, I should transfer to the technical school with a special name, and then learn to repair cars with him, and then I can earn five or six thousand a month."

The earphones hanging on Gu Chi's ears were taken out by Cong Zhong from Yu's pocket, and he smiled when he heard them.

——The pumpkin without a junior high school diploma?

——What pumpkin... Oh!It's the one who looks like a pumpkin, that's the grandson!

——Brother Chuan, just a word, how many levels of disability do you want to beat?

--grade ten! ! ! ! ! !Let him apply for an ICU SVIP again! ! ! ! !

Wang Dachuan sent so many exclamation points, of course I almost couldn't find where the words were, and there was also a dynamic picture of a sexy/sexy stickman thinking about breaking a big stone in his chest.

angry jpg.

Gu Chi can guarantee that if Zhong Congyu is packed up and sent to the college entrance examination room like this, his score will be higher than Wang Dachuan's third year of high school.

After all, it's not a matter of privacy. Everyone is well aware of the "cutting" system of this school's senior year, so Zhong Congyu can't be said to be completely ignorant of what happened to Wang Dachuan.

In his consciousness, it was probably "the lesser one among the few people in the class", rather than "where should I go and what should I do" in Gu Chi's head.

Immortals do not understand the sorrow of mortals.

Gu Chi: "Good tablemate, my invincible Hot Wheels handsome tablemate, I want to ask you something."

He is keen on taking nicknames, and Zhong Congyu didn't resist, as long as he can realize that he is calling him, it doesn't matter what he is called.

Zhong Congyu's eyes were still wandering through a rationale, but his head was tilted and he said: "Listen, you ask."

"How did you refine..." He hiccupped in the middle of the sentence, and Gu Chi suppressed the student's physique that he wanted to say. The gag made a complete fuss: "The person who made such a tall, cold and dazzling face, share it, I want to change my character design recently."

Zhong Congyu: "..."

Gu Chi: "Hahahahaha."

Zhong Congyu put down his pen, turned to look at him, and didn't speak.

Gu Chi: "Hahahahaha..."

Ha, I can't go on.

Zhong Congyu smiled wryly, put the pen back into his hand, and continued to answer the question: "Whatever you want to ask, you should ask directly."

Gu Chi: "I just want to ask this."

"real."

It's really hard to say.Gu Chi thought about it in his mind, if he was sitting in Zhong Congyu's seat, and then he was asked this question, the unified answer would definitely be that he didn't work hard, who is to blame?Can good grades fall from the sky?

He really didn't try too hard, and he can't exert his strength now, it's wasted, there's nothing he can do.

The homeroom teacher came in at this time. In the summer, dead people will be very angry, "Everyone, get ready, the school will clean up the senior year building before Friday, and then it's time for us to move there. You can't throw away the test papers you've done. There are your wrong questions on it, if I see another test paper in the trash can, I won’t beat you to death! Continue to self-study!”

it has started.

The gates of hell are finally about to open.

He was being pushed forward with a bang, and the Shutan Road behind him just retreated and retreated. The big mountain stood in front of him, which was a bit dazzling and difficult to deal with...

The striker Da Chuan has completely put his neck on the knife/blade, and intends to close his eyes and look up to his ambition.

During the last class in the afternoon, a female student suddenly rolled her eyes in her seat and fell to the side.

Boom!

The group of people in the class didn't react at first, thinking that they just dozed off and got out of the safe zone.

The girl still didn't get up after the loud bang on her forehead, she didn't even cry out or cry out in pain, a puddle of red blood gushed out on the ground, Zhong Congyu's attention was pulled out of the homework .

It was really dizzy.

Yi Qier carried her and ran towards the infirmary, almost everyone in the class followed.

This girl hasn't eaten since noon yesterday, she drank a few sips of water to pad her stomach, and threw all her time into the thick book wall, without saying a word of nonsense, according to her roommate, in order to fight to the death with a finale question , I didn't go to bed after three o'clock last night, and when it arrived at six o'clock, it exploded like a zombie again.

Gu Chi only had time to catch a glimpse of her side face, the whole face turned pale, the mouth completely faded from its original color, only a few dead skins were left struggling, her hair was cut very short, like a boy , I haven't taken care of it for a few days, and it's still oily.If you only talk about the facial features, she is actually a pretty girl, but she didn't expect to torture herself into this appearance.

Can't tell if it's a pity or admirable.

Although Yi Qier was fierce, it was impossible for him to be physically strong enough to move a large living person to another teaching area in one go. The class began to pass the relay, and the head teacher also rushed over, like Gu Chi and Zhong Congyu. A tall boy will definitely not be let go.

When it was their turn to recite the part of the road, Gu Chi felt his nerves stretched into his throat, and he was almost out of breath, and the voices of the students around him couldn't be heard, and he didn't know if it was the heat or the frightened sweat that poured down like a fountain. drop.

The whole body is tight, but also extraordinarily brittle.

I feel that with a little gravity, I can crush it in my hand.

Why have things always backfired lately?

Zhong Congyu saw that something was wrong with him, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he caught the man on his back: "I'll come, you go and have a good rest."

Gu Chi staggered two steps, his face full of doubts, he didn't know why Xiao Yu'er said that suddenly.

Zhong Congyu: "You don't look at yourself now, you're sicker than the one who fell down, what have you been lately..."

Before he finished speaking, he was yelled to leave.

Taking advantage of a group of people in his class blocking the door of the infirmary, Gu Chi turned a corner and went to the toilet of this building, flushed his face in the sink, and looked up at himself in the mirror.

It's scary.

He suddenly remembered again that the recording that Zhong Congyu threatened him before was recorded here, the first time he met, there was a partition in the middle.

A year has passed in a flash, but life is getting worse and worse, and the distance between friends around me is being pulled further and further away either subjectively or forcibly.

"Have you heard? The murderer was arrested a while ago?"

Suddenly there was a discussion in the toilet.

"Which one are you talking about? Didn't you catch one before?"

"Do you think there is only one person who does this kind of thing? Later, kill the one who graduated from the female college student!"

The world is a system of three religions and nine streams, and there are everyone in it.

There are good guys everywhere, but there are too many bad guys to catch.

Gu Chi mingled among these people, listening with his ears pricked up, pretending to be passing by on the surface.

"Last time, the murderer had a murderous face. Just by looking at it, the words 'I am a bad guy' were written on it. This time, his face is too upright. It doesn't look like it at all. Tsk, what a pity."

"Can't a bad guy be good-looking?"

"Although I said that, I can't see that he looks like a murderer when I look left and right, or in that way."

Someone interrupted and lowered his voice: "I remembered a saying, my brother is an intern who helps those criminal police, and he has been involved in many cases, big and small, and the small ones are nothing. I heard my brother Say, don’t be that big, there is the practice of buying a dead ghost. Paying a high price to buy a human life and send it to the police, anyway, it has reached this point, this place is not for people in big cities who want to pursue justice and merit, The police don’t have enough evidence, so instead of torturing themselves every day, I think the sooner they deal with it, the better. If you have a little conscience, you’ll get a few years less sentence..."

A group of people turned pale when they heard this.

Before he could finish his sentence, Gu Chi had already left.

At that time, the functions of mobile phones were not powerful enough to browse the web to check news at any time. Naturally, some people got news quickly, and some people got news slowly.

A wave of heart palpitations had been happening in Gu Chi's chest since just now, and it couldn't stop at all.

This kind of anxiety is not as easy as a normal heart attack. If you scratch your throat slightly, your thoughts and even your limbs will be pulled over by it, just like Schrödinger's cat. His life seemed to be pierced back and forth by an invisible knife. 【Note 2】

By the time Gu Chi came to his senses, he had already run home.

From afar, I saw a large circle of people in the winding alley. This place has not been so lively in the past hundred years. A few cars flashing red and blue somehow came in and pulled up. cordoned off.

A man in police uniform saw him rushing through the crowd impatiently, and looked through the documents in his hand, as if he had confirmed something, he asked, "Are you the son of Gu Jianyu, called Gu Chi?"

The author has something to say:

[Note 1]: Dialect, I think it should be understandable, but let me explain, Xiongqi said that being more civilized is to cheer up and rush.

[Note 2]: Schrödinger's cat is an ideal experiment about quantum theory. The content of the serious experiment has nothing to do with this. If you are interested, you can go to Baidu to check it out. I also read it in a book a while ago. Sighted on.