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Mock exams are messy.

Jian Zixing's whole body seemed to be floating, his brain went blank all day, and he couldn't remember what he had tested after returning to the dormitory.

I only remember a fill-in-the-blank about anaerobic respiration of plants. He was thinking wildly while writing potatoes, corn, and beets.

Will Dad turn into a potato?

Will Dad rely on anaerobic breathing in the future?

Potatoes produce a lot of lactic acid through anaerobic respiration. Dad lay there feeling sore all over but couldn't tell. He would be sore all his life.

It's too awful.

"Hey, Zixing." Gao Ang stepped on the ladder and looked at him, "No news yet?"

Jian Zixing shook his head.

"Don't think about it." Gao Ang rubbed his knees with his cheeks, "Even if the time limit of a week has passed, no one dares to say that if they don't wake up this week, they will never wake up."

"I know." Jian Zixing lowered his eyes and said, "I understand."

Gao Gao sighed, and after a while he slowly climbed down the ladder.

Zhang Xi pushed the door open and came in, "Hey, you two are back, how did you do in the exam?"

"I'm okay." Gao Ang said.

"I was different. I did pretty well."

Everyone turned around at the same time, the door was pushed open, Zhong Chen walked in, and said with a smile: "The question is really simple, I don't even use straw paper, I will do it after reading it with my eyes."

Zhang Xi and Gao Ang swallowed at the same time, staring at each other not knowing what to say.

Jian Zixing poked his head out of the bed and asked calmly, "After reading it with your eyes, did you start writing?"

"It's a symbolic move." Zhong Chen laughed, opened the cabinet, emptied the schoolbag as usual, and threw a flashlight and rope into it.

Gao Ang smacked his lips, "Brother Chen bought a new rope."

Zhong Chen snorted, swung the bag over his shoulder, and then turned his head to wink at Jian Zixing, "I'm leaving, I'm going to make money."

"..." Jian Zixing said blankly, "It's really puzzling. Didn't the aunt in the dormitory say that she would continue to check the dormitories? She didn't keep her word."

"It's not righteous to curse the little cutie who is in bed with you like this." Zhong Chen said with a smile, "Sweet dream, young man."

After the man left, Gao Ang murmured, "Mysterious all day long."

"Hey, is it true that the boss only be friends with the boss?" Zhang Xi asked confused, "Why does Brother Chen never wish us two good dreams?"

Gao Ang looked at him speechlessly, "If he smiled and wished you a sweet dream like before, would you still be able to fall asleep?"

Zhang Xi: "..."

Gao Ang hugged him, turned his back and said, "So, it's not that big brothers only be friends with big brothers, but that only big brothers can be friends with each other."

Jian Zixing lay on the bed until the two of them went out to study, and then took out his mobile phone.

He gritted his teeth and sent a message to the nurse.

——"Hello, how is my father doing now?"

After a while, the other party directly dialed the phone.

"Zi Xing." The nurse's voice was very soft, but the euphemistic tone made people feel cold from head to toe.

"Uncle is now completely out of danger. We also applied some local stimulation, but he has not woken up. If you want to come over tomorrow, you can come and have a look, or you can come again when we transfer the ward on Monday."

Jian Zixing lay flat on the bed, feeling the cold in his bones, and clutched the sheet tightly with his left hand.

"Okay." He said in a hoarse voice, "Then I... don't go there tomorrow, I... go there on Monday, and do that for my dad..."

"Transfer to the ward." The other party finished the sentence for him with some distress, "Transferring to the ward does not mean that we give up, but our medical resources are indeed limited. In this case, I personally suggest that you contact some private hospitals. There are no more patients. Life is in danger, and all that remains is to devote energy and patience to recuperate. Private hospitals are more suitable than public hospitals. But you also have to combine your own situation. You don’t know when this recuperation will last, and it will be a bottomless expense.”

Jian Zixing hummed, said thank you angrily, slid his hand down and put the phone down.

Gao Gao didn't turn off the headlights when he left, lying on the upper bunk, the light was a bit dazzling.

He pressed his arms over his eyes and lay silent.

The phone suddenly vibrated again, and after a while, he slowly picked it up to look at it.

-Yuan: Boss Xie, good evening~ I'm bored in the hospital, why don't you chat with me.

Jian Zixing typed weakly and replied: What do you want to talk about?

-Tuan: Thank you, boss, for calling me back.

-Drag: As a poor man who is about to receive his salary, my little heart is very happy. How is Boss Xie doing today? Are you happy?

Jian Zixing read those two short lines for a while, and then replied: Not happy.

-Pull: QAQ

Jian Zixing typing: You seem to be happy easily.

-Yuan: I also have a lot of unhappiness.But I'm about to get my salary. After I get my salary, I'm going to take the money to treat my good friend to a hot pot meal. This is very exciting.

-Pull: There are big and small things in life, but happiness is always very simple.

-Drag: Thank you boss, the moonlight is very good tonight, let’s be happy :p

Jian Zixing twitched the corners of his mouth a little vainly.

In fact, when he saw the phrase "Take the money to buy my good friend a hot pot", he felt relieved for a moment, although it was only for a moment.

Probably... I don't know why I thought of Zhongchen.A guy who is so careless to the extreme that one can't help but relax when one thinks about it.

He turned over with a long sigh, and transferred 240 yuan: My dad will be transferred to the ward on Monday, and I will call you later if necessary.Don't stare at me tonight, just go home, it doesn't make any sense.

After he finished posting, he couldn't help feeling a little worried.

It always feels like that guy will break down and cry when he loses his job.

The phone vibrated.

-Pull: Then, I wish the boss happy every day :p

Jian Zixing stared at the words for a full minute, then slowly put away the phone and closed his eyes.

"Sleep, little crab." He put the quilt over his head, and said to himself hypnotically in the dark: "Sleep, little crab, there are still things to do tomorrow."

"...the college entrance examination, the WMRC documents have to be submitted, and I have to go to the club to ask if there is any long-term game contract that I can sign. To make money, my dad has to go to a private hospital." Jian Zixing closed his eyes and frowned, and said faster and faster, "Go to bed soon. Go to sleep, little crab, go to sleep..."

It lasted nearly an hour in consciousness.

Jian Zixing was in a daze under the bed again and took out his phone again.

I want to have a few more words with that "drag", say something casually.

Put your finger on the dialog box, before you can click on it, a red 1 suddenly lights up in the contact person.

Jian Zixing clicked on it, and there was a skull head with a black background, the WeChat name was "It's Your Turn", and the note was: Class [-], Senior Three, Wang Yu.

It's a classmate, although I have no memory of who it is.

Jian Zixing clicked through casually, and the avatar that was about to be clicked, and the dialogue box with the skeleton lit up.

The thumbnail automatically loads the text content: Hello Xueba.

Followed by another: [Photo].

Just after the exam, everyone is correct.Jian Zixing saw a group of people get together after school today to discuss the last big problem of physics.

But at the moment, he was not in the mood to answer people's questions, so he casually clicked on the dialog box, intending to politely refuse.

However, the moment the dialog box popped up, Jian Zixing froze under the blanket.

It was a moving picture, a woman with black hair crawling out of the TV covered her face, splashing blood with shaking special effects.The woman raised the awl in one hand and slammed it out of the screen. The picture was full of blood, and the woman's hair was parted on both sides, showing a sinister smile.

The moment Jian Zixing froze, the page automatically jumped down crazily, and the other party sent another seven or eight pictures in one go.

Eyeballs all over the floor, grinning heads hanging from trees, bats in the dark, and mermaids covered in blood.

-It's your turn: Good evening Jian Xueba, please take care of me in the future [laughs] [shake hands]

The sound of breathing suddenly amplified in the bed, and after a few seconds, Jian Zixing waved off the bed and sat up.

Gao Ang and Zhang Xi pushed open the door while arguing about the last question. Just as they were about to see if Jian Zixing was asleep, they felt a black shadow flying down in the air. He rushed over, swept Zhong Chen's table with his hands before going out, and touched something he didn't know.

"Zi Xing!" Gao Ang shouted after him, "What are you doing!"

Jian Zixing couldn't hear anything, and Zhongchen's ceramic fruit knife was stuck in his palm. He ran all the way and pointed to the name list posted on the door, until he ran to the last room at the other end of the corridor, and finally saw "" on the paper. Wang Yu" two words.

"Zi Xing!" Gao Ang chased and pulled him, "What are you doing crazy..."

Jian Zixing kicked him on the leg to kick him away, and then stepped hard on the door of the dormitory.

With a kick, the door didn't move, he sneered, swung the knife silently, and inserted it through the gap of the old-fashioned door lock. He kicked the door hard.

The door lock was blasted open by two huge forces, and Jian Zixing rushed into the room. The two people standing on the ground looked terrified. He stood on the ground holding a knife and gasped heavily, his voice hoarse: "Where's Wang Yu?"

"Zi Xing..." Li Qiankun looked at him numbly, "Your hand is bleeding..."

Jian Zixing looked down, his hand was too far forward, the side of his index finger was on the blade, and blood was dripping down.

"Wang Yu." Jian Zixing grabbed Li Qiankun's collar, "Wang Yu! Where is it! Do you have any bones! You wouldn't dare to ask for a sleepover after being bullied by someone in the dormitory!"

Before Li Qiankun could speak, Jian Zixing suddenly caught a glimpse of a corner of his clothes on the upper bunk beside him. Hit hard against the wall.

"Come down, Zixing!" Gao Ang rushed in and said anxiously, "Why are you crazy, that's my classmate!"

Jian Zixing couldn't hear anything, only his own heavy breathing, he took Wang Yu's collar and smashed the head against the wall, there was a dull sound from the back of his head hitting the wall, and then he put the knife on the man's neck with his backhand superior.

"Do you bully people?" Jian Zixing squeezed a sneer through his teeth, "Do you think I'm easy to bully? Where did you hear that I'm afraid of these things?"

Wang Yu turned pale with fright, "Xueba, I'm joking with you...you...why are you reacting so violently..."

Jian Zixing swung a knife into his pillow, and the buckwheat husks and rice husks in it scattered all over the bed, and then he grabbed Wang Yu's hair and pressed his face into the mouth of the pillow, "Are you kidding me, I'll tell you too Just kidding, is it fun to play like this! Is it funny?!"

Gao Gao stood at the bottom with his head raised, his face pale.

"Zi Xing." His voice was trembling, "What's wrong with you, come down, let's talk about something..."

Jian Zixing heard his own laughter, desperate and terrifying, he had never heard himself laugh like this before.

He realized that he was losing control, and his reason was like a big fish lurking in the deep sea, whistling and peeling away from his world.

Why should he be cornered.

Is it so difficult to leave a glimmer of light for him?

He pressed the back of Wang Yu's head hard, leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "I'm afraid of these things, but it doesn't mean I will give in to them. You came to me, you found the wrong person, and you have to pay the price."

"I like skeletons, right? What do you think if I give you a skeleton?"

Wang Yu struggled under his hands, but was restrained by him riding on him, unable to turn over.

The fruit knife is on the neck, and the fine hair is clearly visible.Jian Zixing suddenly felt that all the depression and anxiety for so long had finally found an outlet.

Don't think about the consequences for the time being, don't think about the robot competition, don't think about the ideals that are enshrined in your heart, and don't think about whether this person's actions deserve such a price.

...wanted to plunge in, wanted to see the blood flow out.

Gao Ang suddenly climbed up directly, with much more strength than usual, and the whole bed frame shook accordingly.

Then a hand came across and grabbed Jian Zixing's wrist without any doubt.

The arm was lean and powerful, with distinct veins lining the white skin.You can't see the blood flowing, but you can feel the silent and majestic power.

Jian Zixing's body was heavy, and another person pressed him down. That person lay on top of him, holding his hand holding the fruit knife with his right hand, and circling his collarbone with his left hand, pulling him back gently and forcefully.

"Don't make trouble." Zhong Chen's voice rang in his ears, still slightly panting, "Why is Xueba messing with our little bastard's fruit knife, let go quickly."

Jian Zixing turned his head abruptly, and met those dark eyes.

"Jian Zixing, six hundred and ninety university bully, let go. Do you hear me?"

"Your eyes are red." Zhong Chen said, gasping for breath in his ears, staring at him with black eyes, "It's okay, listen to me, take a deep breath, don't get angry. Let go, and return the knife to me."

The breathing sounds of the two intertwined wildly, as if to compare whose lung capacity is more rubbish.

Jian Zixing suddenly felt a sharp pain in his finger, and there was a burst of unbearable pain at the cut cut by the knife.

He let go of his hand violently, struggled to lie down on the edge of the bed and retched violently. He didn't eat anything for dinner, and he didn't even vomit out his saliva after vomiting for a long time. together.

Zhong Chen held the back of Wang Yu's head with one hand for him, and tolerantly turned his head to give him room to breathe, while the other hand ran along his back.

"Are you an idiot?" Zhong Chen mockingly looked at Gao Gao who was frozen on the ground, "You can't charge into battle, and you can't even hold water?"

"Oh!" Gao Ang jumped up, turned around and ran wildly, "I'll go right away!"

The author has something to say: breakfast time.

Is the flash egg okay?The worried face typing on the keyboard looked in the direction of the egg nest. There was a lot of movement in the egg nest last night.

He is fine.Yan Dan frantically stuffed the little buns into his mouth, pouting and said: He just isn't in a good mood.

The person typing on the keyboard sighed, but I really heard a lot of noise.

That's egg madness.Yandan said with a serious face: It happened by chance, and it will be fine soon.

What?The one who was typing on the keyboard was startled, would he bite his own tongue when the attack occurred?

Yandan smiled deeply when he heard the words, turned around and pointed to his eggshell and said, Kangkang.

What are you looking at?The one typing on the keyboard leaned over, oh my god, why is there a crack in your eggshell.

When he was insane, Ben hugged him tightly.Dragan said, but accidentally hugged each other and fell a buttock.

…The one who was typing on the keyboard silently opened the drawer, took out a Band-Aid and snapped it on.

give me another one.Pulling the egg with a big face, I stretched out my hand, and I want to stick one on the shell of the flash egg.

Was he injured too?Ask on the keyboard.

Pull the eggs and shake your head, the eggs in a nest must always be the same