repeat students

It took more than an hour to watch the video during the whole day.

Put the camera on the road, and you will see all kinds of people in life—kissing couples, angry children, female high school students crying while walking with their untightened schoolbags, white-collar women walking on the side of the road and suddenly taking off their high heels, There are some people who have been riding a bicycle at ten times the speed of the wind.

Jian Zixing actually had an outline in his heart, which was formed by the inexplicable feeling of tailing behind him that night, and it became clearer when it was incorporated into Zhong Chen's description.

Unfortunately, he has not been able to find an existence that fits that outline in the video.

Huddled together to watch the replay, our arms bumped together, and we could feel the gradually spreading disappointment through the subtle changes in each other's breathing rate.

After the video finished playing, Jian Zixing realized that Zhong Chen had fallen asleep at some point.The big boy in his [-]s sat against the wall with his knees hugged, his head was not tilted, and he just closed his eyes and fell asleep.

There is some light blue under the long eyelashes, I don't know if it has always been there or it just appeared recently, it suddenly makes people feel distressed at this moment.

"Zi Xing." Gao Ang stood at the bottom and raised his head and said, "Have I turned off the light?"

"Close it." Jian Zixing lip-synced in reply.

Two seconds later, the headlights in the dormitory were turned off, Gao Gao went to the window and drew the curtains tightly, and went to bed with Zhang Xi one after the other, and soon turned over and fell asleep.

The room was dark and quiet, and the phone screen was still on. Jian Zixing lightly turned off the phone, wrapped up the earphones hanging from Zhong Chen's ears, and stuffed them under his pillow.

Zhong Chen was very tired from sleeping, his breathing was uneven, but he just couldn't wake up.Jian Zixing carefully tried to push him to wake him up, but before he stretched out his hand, his head suddenly leaned over.

He was dark, his head fell on his shoulder, his collarbone hurt from knocking, his hair was stuck on his chin and it was still a little itchy.

But Jian Zixing somehow did not push away.

Zhong Chen is still asleep, his breathing is disturbed, he is probably having a bad dream.

The room was quiet for a while, Jian Zixing groped on the bed with his other hand in the dark, found his Rubik's Cube, held it up and looked at the light cast from the corridor for a few seconds, remembered the current appearance and began to recover.

The room was quiet, only a few faint sounds from the occasional unsmooth rotation of the Rubik's Cube axle.After recovering, Jian Zixing put it under the light to check it, then messed it up again, memorized every step for a while, until the next step was about to be lost, and then restored again.

When he was a child, he always ran to his hometown to beg to come in, but Jian Hua refused to let him in at first. Before he learned how to pick locks, he liked to twist the Rubik's Cube in the dark corridor with his schoolbag on his back.

The clicking sound of the mechanical shaft bouncing is one of the sense of security in childhood.Later, he learned to pick locks, made earrings, liked to wear hats, and even made small crabs by himself.There is nothing he is "afraid of" anymore, at least, no one will know that he also has weaknesses.

People are all forced to grow up by life bit by bit.

The Rubik's Cube recovered and broke up, going round and round, I don't know how many times it went back and forth.Jian Zixing's buttocks were numb, his waist was in pain, and his mind was beginning to be unclear.

I can’t remember the arrangement of color blocks on one side, so I should be able to figure it out quickly, but the human brain is not good enough in the middle of the night. After a long time, the calculation becomes more and more chaotic, and the memory of the other sides also begins to blur.

A hand suddenly held his hand in the darkness.

Warm and powerful, the joints are together with him.

"Yellow, green, and yellow." Zhong Chen still rested his pillow on his shoulder, alternately breathless and hoarse, and said calmly at his neck: "Blue, blue, green, red, green, red, blue, and yellow."

There seemed to be a cluster of electric currents passing through the apex of his heart, Jian Zixing let go of his hand, and the Rubik's Cube was taken away by Zhong Chen.

Zhong Chen looked at the Rubik's Cube under the light for more than ten seconds. Just when Jian Zixing thought he had fallen asleep again, he suddenly began to twist. ...

Zhong Chen is twisting with the most basic calculation formula, very simple, but he twists very smoothly.

In the darkness, there was only the sound of clicking. After a while, Zhong Chen threw the Rubik's Cube into Jian Zixing's arms.

There was a sudden lightness on his shoulders, he sat up straight, rubbed his neck, and sighed softly.

"Aren't you stupid? I fell asleep and you wake me up, what kind of charity wooden man."

As he spoke, he lifted the quilt to lie down, and stretched out his hand to poke Jian Zixing's little finger.

"Peppa go to bed." He said softly.

Jian Zixing put the Rubik's Cube beside the pillow in a daze, and lay down facing the wall like Zhong Chen.

"Brother Chen." Jian Zixing asked softly, "Are you sad?"

"It's okay." Zhong Chen smiled silently in the dark, "My dad taught me to twist the twelve-color pentahedron Rubik's Cube when I was a child. There are 1068 possibilities. But no matter which one I find, I can't find it." to him."

Jian Zixing felt a rush of sourness in the depths of his nose, he hesitated, and stretched his hand under the railing.

Zhong Chen smiled, "Don't comfort me, and don't be discouraged, I'm used to it. Look for it tomorrow, just like you are waiting for your father to open his eyes, we will definitely keep going forward."

As he spoke, he gently scratched Jian Zixing's palm with his nails, "I just felt a little unwilling these two days, and I suddenly didn't want to be stuck here, and I wanted to find him sooner, so I'll explain whether it's life or death. I want to go to my university."

"Yeah." Jian Zixing closed his eyes and covered up his sadness with a flat tone, "Okay, I'll sort out some more information for you tomorrow."

"No need." Zhong Chen said with a smile, "I can counterattack on my own, and I can compete with you for the first place."

Jian Zixing couldn't help touching his pillow when he heard the words, "You're talking nonsense again."

……

Jian Zixing didn't fall asleep until three o'clock in the middle of the night.

In the dream, he and Zhong Chen held hands and ran wildly. In front of them was Infinity enveloped by white light. They kept running until their calves twisted, and their feet seemed to be flying through the clouds and fog.

The music of Ya Lasuo suddenly played all over the world, Jian Zixing's heart skipped a beat, he stepped on the air, and opened his eyes suddenly before falling to the ground.

At the same time, the people on the two beds above and opposite sat up almost at the same time.

Broadcasting speakers blasting at least a hundred decibels of soprano—

"Then! That's it! Qing! Hidden! High——ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!

"I fucked his ancestor." Gao Ang swung a dictionary and threw it at the speaker on the top of the door with his backhand, hitting the ground with a clatter.

Zhang Xi sighed irritablely, and raised his hand to disturb his chicken coop hair, "I would like to introduce to you all. Our special wake-up bell in the third year of English and Chinese high school, although it came a little later than the previous ones, but it really can't be avoided."

Zhong Chen was full of displeasure about blowing up the building, "Aren't you afraid of the sudden death of the students?"

"I'm afraid, so you won't be able to hear it a hundred days before the college entrance examination." Zhang Xi clutched his heart and went down the ladder tremblingly, "This is specially for those of us who have just entered the third year of high school, so as to prevent some people from falling behind and unable to keep up with the state."

"Damn it." Zhong Chen's voice was icy, "Sooner or later, I smashed the glass in the mail room downstairs."

Zhang Xi went down to open the door, and the sound of opening the door and shouting came one after another in the corridor. It was an unprecedentedly lively morning.

Jian Zixing didn't say a word, but he still went down the ladder after groping for a long time with the irritability of not waking up.

Zhong Chen poked his head out from the bed, "Morning, morning."

"Morning." Jian Zixing threw the toothpaste and toothbrush into the basin, "It's only 06:30, let's go to the cafeteria to eat."

"Okay." Zhong Chen smiled, the depression of last night seemed to have never happened before, he jumped off the bed in three or two steps humming a little tune, stretched his waist, "Wake up early, eat early, go to bed after class, go!"

Jian Zixing's eyes swept over the tight and firm belly that was exposed when someone stretched his waist, and then calmly walked out the door.

I have never seen Zhong Chen exercising, but he does have abdominal muscles, and the lines are clear and deep, outlined on the waist of the young man, very good-looking.

Gao Gao, who is a senior in high school and still uses the bed rails to do pull-ups every day, is probably going to cry when he sees it.

"Eat buns in the morning." Zhong Chen yelled from behind, "Six buns and two eggs, and a ton of milk tea."

Jian Zixing opened the door indifferently, "If you want to eat, you should move."

Zhong Chen laughed happily, and made a careful gesture to the back of his head.

The third year of high school woke up early, and there were not many people in the cafeteria. After eating, there were still more than 20 minutes before class.

Gao Ang bit the straw and sighed, "I wouldn't have gone upstairs without Hu Xiujie urging me to die."

"Be content, you guys." Zhang Xi's face was miserable, "How nice of you to be led by the old horses in the repeating class. Hey, our graduating elite class this year is in charge of Hu Xiujie's class, and people get kicked every day."

"Did you take the class test?" Gao Ang asked belatedly.

"The exam is over." Zhang Xi said, "It's the same as in previous years. The first class of science is Class [-], which is the first fifty of this school year. Hey, but the midterm exam has to be mixed with your class zero. I know, Zixing, and that Liu Yi in your class must be in the top fifty."

"Zi Xing must be in the top three." Gao Ang said, "Liu Yi probably won't be in the top ten. Look at him keeping a low profile now, after all, he is a big boss."

"Yes, yes." Zhang Xiyi nodded frantically, "I have to work harder, this time the row is more than 30, it's not stable."

Jian Zixing didn't say a word, the anger of being woken up from sleep hadn't dissipated, and he didn't taste the taste of breakfast.

But he heard Gao Ang say that Liu Yi was low-key.

He is a low-key guy, he shows his teeth and claws in the post bar every day, and challenges him in various fancy ways, as if he will feel uncomfortable all over if he is not cured for a day.

Jian Zixing became even more irritable, unable to keep his eyes open, and reached out his hand to take out his hat from his pocket, barely suppressing the hair that was about to explode.

"Calm down." Zhong Chen said with a smile while sipping milk tea, "I didn't see that you big brother Zixing was bothering you."

Gao Ang glanced sideways after hearing the words, "Brother Chen, are you going to be Jian Zixing's younger brother recently?"

"Yeah." Zhong Chen raised his eyebrows, "Have you ever seen a school bully become a student god's younger brother?"

"No." Gao Ang said speechlessly: "Don't you watch the class? They said they saw you smiling at Jian Zixing, admiring Zixing's psychological endurance, and someone else would have jumped off the building long ago."

"He didn't join the group at all." Jian Zixing said with a cold face, "It's so noisy, can you shut up early in the morning and let me calm down."

As he spoke, he passed by a group of people who were blocked by the back door of the class, entered the class from the front door, walked directly to the last row by the window, jumped into the seat and lay down to sleep, his movements were smooth and smooth.

Just as Zhong Chen lazily moved to the front door, he heard a voice from the crowd behind him that was so subtle that it was almost drowned out by the noise of the corridor.

"Zhongchen."

Gentle, tactful, like a shy little pigeon.

Zhong Chen put away his smile in an instant, and turned back expressionlessly.

"Call me?" He looked at the girl who came over.

He is 1.6 meters tall, thin, with shoulder-length hair, single eyelid, fair and clean.

He couldn't help being surprised, he had never seen a living person who looked so much like Chibi Maruko.

"Here, here you are." The girl rushed over and stood in front of him with a dangerous blush on her cheeks.

Zhong Chen looked down in dismay, holding two letters in his hands, one pink envelope and the other pink blue envelope.

"For me? Two letters at a time? Writer, I'll go." He frowned annoyedly, turned around and said, "I don't have a date."

"Hey." The girl became anxious, and raised her voice by two decibels.

"Just take a look." She said humbly, "I didn't mean to have a date, but I just want to thank you. You gave me back the protection fee last time."

If she hadn't reminded him, Zhong Chen would have forgotten that there was such a person.

He couldn't help but turned around and looked at the girl carefully again - well, even if he reminded him, he couldn't remember.

There were dozens of gangsters in the east, and he tried his best to refund the students for each call. Who can remember so many poor little bastards.

"Just take it." The girl lowered her head and said, "Just take a look at it casually, or... throw it away after I leave."

Zhong Chen sighed in his heart, his expression still indifferent, "Thank you for receiving it, but I really don't like it, so take it back. And speak louder in the future, and you will be bullied wherever you go."

"Zhongchen." The girl rushed to a higher level, raising it by two decibels again.

Zhong Chen was a little annoyed, "What else are you doing?"

He was not a good-tempered person.After transferring to Yingzhong, he has become a good boy under the leadership of his good deskmate. How could any girl in the dilapidated school in D city dare to waste his time like this in front of him.

The girl blushed and closed the pink envelope, revealing the blue one underneath.

Zhong Chen has lost his expression, "No, don't you understand..."

"This is for my deskmate." The girl whispered, "Wu Ai, Class [-], Senior High, wants to pass it to Jian Zixing, Class [-], Senior High."

The boss in front of him was very cold and irritable, and she would believe it if he kicked her over in the next second.

But after the sentence fell, the boss did not move his foot, but stretched out his hand.

The girl's eyes blurred, and the small pink-blue envelope was snatched away with a whoosh.

"It's for Jian Zixing?" Zhong Chen frowned and turned the letter over in front of his eyes and read it twice. "What aesthetics do girls in your school have? Some people like a broken learning machine?"

The girl pursed her mouth tightly, not daring to say a word.

Zhong Chen tossed the envelope over and over again, as if the envelope would be torn apart in the next second, sniffing his nose, he smelled a sweet perfume.

Immediately his face became even more stinky.

"Then I'll go first." The girl bowed, "Thank you, boss, for refunding my money last time. A little living expenses don't matter. The main reason is that no one comes to block me anymore. I'm really grateful."

As she said that, she turned around and left, sticking to the base of the wall, trying to disappear as quickly as possible.

"Wait." An impatient voice sounded from behind.

Zhong Chen sighed as if he couldn't bear it anymore, stepped in front of her in two steps, and the powder blue envelope flashed in front of her eyes, "Are you at the same table?"

"Yes." The girl said.

Zhongchen paused, took out his phone, "Come and add a WeChat account, in the future if someone bullies you, come to me, hey, don't think too much, just add a WeChat account."

"Okay, okay." The girl chick pecked at the rice.

Zhong Chen lowered his mobile phone and waited for her to scan the code, then said casually: "You can add me as your deskmate, and I can protect you. Hey, what does your deskmate look like?"

The girl bowed her head and said, "It's darker than me, but she has big eyes and double eyelids. Many boys in our school year like her. Oh, by the way, Jian Zixing woke up, please pass the letter to him."

"Understood." Zhong Chen took back the letter, pouted, "Go back."

When the bell rang, the familiar high-heeled shoes stopped at the stairway, and the students loitering in the corridor were empty for two seconds.

"Go back to work!" Hu Xiujie began to hang his voice early in the morning, "Do you have any memory? Huh?! You have to wait for the bell to ring before moving. Will hanging out for an extra minute make you sublimate or free you?" Huh? You’re already in the third year of high school! A whip and a step are all donkeys!”

Zhong Chen was shocked by the loud voice, his heart was pounding, he rushed into the front door in two quick steps, and squeezed Jian Zixing to sit down before Hu Xiujie stepped into the class.

"Move forward." He kicked Li Qiankun's stool in a bad mood, "Are you trying to squeeze us into a cake?"

Hearing this, Li Qiankun looked back silently.

——The distance between Zhong Chen and Jian Zixing's body and the desk is at least four fists away. Jian Zixing may even worry about not being able to reach the desk when sleeping on his stomach.

But he and Ma Feichen were the real ones, with their chests pressed against the edge of the table.

Li Qiankun and the expressionless school bully looked at each other for five seconds, then silently moved forward again, barely surviving on the verge of spitting out his breakfast.

Hu Xiujie brought papers as high as a mountain, and the front row began to brush and pass them to the back. The whole classroom was covered with white paper.

Jian Zixing woke up as soon as he returned to the cage, leaned his head on the wall, squinted his eyes and looked ahead, "Class is over."

"Ah." Zhong Chen immediately tucked the little blue envelope into his pocket.

"What did you just do?" Jian Zixing took the previous paper and muttered, "I heard you buzzing at the back door for a long time, who is looking for it?"

"A girl." Zhong Chen paused, "I don't know what to do, and I can't speak clearly, so I'm rambling."

Jian Zixing was still sleepy, subconsciously took off the cap of the pen and wrote his name on the paper, filled out two choices, and then said: "Don't keep bullying your classmates, especially your female classmates."

"I know." Zhong Chen flipped through the paper and agreed.