Fake Slackers

"Mr. Tang, turn off the fan," Xu Xia said while picking up the test paper, "...the noise is too loud, it will affect your listening ability in the English test later."

Tang Sen nodded and walked over to turn off the fan.

Xu Xia was holding the test paper in her hand. From her perspective, she only needed to raise her head slightly to see the bottom of the table.

Seeing that Xu Xia was about to get up, Xie Yu withdrew her hand back as if shocked.

He Zhao reacted two beats slower. He watched Xie Yu bow his head and continue to answer the question, then blinked, gathered his five fingers together, and held the ball of paper in his hand again.

Xu Xia didn't notice anything was wrong.

After picking up the test papers, she looked around a few times, then spread out the books and began to read.

Tang Sen saw someone who was trying to find a poem to fill in the blanks in the Chinese paperwork. He stopped by the classmate's desk, didn't speak, and knocked on the corner of the desk to warn.

The fan slowly stops.

There were four other people in front of Xie Yu. These four brothers were anxious, and the answers they had agreed on had not been handed over for a long time, and they had no time to copy them.

So the leader finally couldn't help but turn around and hint to the person behind him: "... where is the goods?"

The person behind said he didn't know, and asked later: "Is the thing still at brother Chao's place? When can it be connected?"

"I do not know."

"Hurry up, I can't wait, there's no time."

"..."

The fourth student was given a heavy responsibility, but he didn't dare to ask. The legend of Xie Yu is still circulating in the school. He suggested: "Otherwise, we should show our true level..."

Prepare to show the real level of awareness, the four troubled brothers no longer extravagantly hope for the answer, but He Zhao is loyal, he waited for a few minutes, and poked Xie Yu's back again: "Answer, hurry up."

Xie Yu gave him one word: "Get lost."

"So cold," He Zhao said, "Look up at these four compatriots, look at their melancholy and sad backs, won't your conscience hurt, and don't you have any thoughts in your heart?"

Xie Yu: "None of my business."

He Zhao: "..."

"There are still the last 10 minutes, everyone hurry up," Tang Sen glanced at the watch on his wrist and reminded, "The composition has not been finished yet, pay attention to the time, you can start finishing work."

Tang Sen turned around and walked to the edge of the podium.

Taking advantage of this gap, Xie Yu didn't turn his head, but stretched out his hand backwards. Instead of dawdling underneath like He Zhao did, he put the back of his hand on the edge of He Chao's table, and said impatiently, "Answer."

He Zhao was stunned for a second, then he came to his senses and put the ball of paper into Xie Yu's hands.

After Xie Yu got it, he threw the ball of paper forward again, and it hit the desk of the classmate in front of him impartially.

He Zhao recalled it, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

He lowered his head, the test paper had already been written, he leaned his elbows on the composition paper, covered one eye with his hand, looked undisciplined, and secretly said something in his heart: This kid who said "None of my shit"... Kind of cute.

10 minutes later, the bell rang.

There are two exams in the morning, followed by an English exam.No one in their examination room needed to go back to get a book to review or something. Except for those who went to the bathroom, the rest stayed in the examination room after handing in the test papers.

After the two invigilators collected all the test papers and arranged them neatly according to the test numbers, the people in the class stood at the door and waved to the two teachers, cheering collectively: "Oh friend, friend, goodbye!"

There was chaos in the class, and some people brought playing cards to fight the landlord.

"Will Brother Chao come?" The one with the playing cards asked while dealing the cards.

He Zhao got up, waved his hands and said, "No, you guys play."

Xie Yu was still estimating the score, and added, subtracted and calculated several times on the paper.

He Zhao walked to Xie Yu's side, bent down and took a look, but before he could see clearly, Xie Yu turned over the calculation paper with a "slap".

"What are you writing? You're so stingy." He Zhao didn't care, changed the subject, and asked casually, "Do you want to go to the toilet?"

Xie Yu didn't quite understand the kind of people who go to the bathroom and like to form a group, whether they can't pee by themselves or what, with so many messes, he put down his pen and sarcastically said: "...What are you doing, do you need someone to take care of you?"

"..."

The tablemate was too heartless, so He Zhao touched his nose and went by himself.

After washing his hands, he wandered outside again, and he called a dozen times just to say hello on the way, with such enthusiasm, as if they were all his buddies in the whole grade.

"Brother Chao," someone called out to him from the classroom again, and that person leaned against the window and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

He Zhao stopped, tilted his head to look at the class number, and then leaned against the wall and talked to him, "Take the exam in Class [-]? You can do it, kid. Your grades have improved a lot."

"Where is there, you know how much I am. You can get as high a score as you have courage. I accidentally over-copy in the last exam."

While talking, the man took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and made a gesture to take out one from it and handed it to him: "Zhongnanhai, have a puff?"

The cigarette was only half drawn out when the man suddenly said "fuck" and put the cigarette back.

Xu Xia stepped on her high heels and walked past the classroom door of Class [-].

When Xu Xia was gone, the man wanted to take out the cigarette again, but He Zhao waved his hand: "I don't smoke."

"what?"

He Zhao said again, "Quit."

There are still ten minutes before the start of the next exam.

He Zhao didn't go back to the classroom, he walked around to a place where there was no one near the Academic Affairs Office, found a random step and sat down, took out a lollipop from his pocket, an orange coat, tore off the candy wrapper, and stuffed it into his mouth .

With the candy in his mouth, He Zhao bowed his head to send a text message to Xie Yu.

It was just a cold joke I saw on the Internet, it was cold and embarrassing, and I could imagine what Xie Yu would say when I posted it - bored, blocked, fuck off.

Before the cold joke was sent out, there was a sound of footsteps from far and near behind, and the high-heeled shoes stepped on the floor and made a regular 'tap' sound.

He Zhao didn't look back, but the person who happened to pass by stopped.

"He Zhao, what's the matter with you?!" Xu Xia stood at the stairs holding the exam paper.

Since the incident with Yang Wenyuan last time, she has always been dissatisfied with He Chao.In Xu Xia's heart, Yang Wenyuan belonged to Yang Wenyuan. She misjudged the person that time, but the image of He Zhao has never changed in her eyes—a delinquent boy with all kinds of bad deeds.

Xu Xia got angry, and said again: "What kind of place do you think the school is, can you smoke in the school? I just turned a blind eye and closed my eyes and didn't mention you in the corridor. I didn't know anything in my heart? Look at you What does it look like."

In the corridor, I saw other students stuffing He Zhao with cigarettes, and now I vaguely saw something in his mouth when I walked to the stairs, Xu Xia didn't look closely at all, and intuitively connected them together.

Before Xu Xia finished speaking, He Zhao suddenly laughed.

The boy stood up with one hand supporting the wall. He was tall and thin, looking pleasing to the eye. His school uniform was loose, and his waistline could be vaguely seen along the movement and the pattern of the clothes.

"Do you know something?" He Zhao was two heads taller than Xu Xia, and his back was turned to her. He walked down a step, turned around to look at her, and said, "...what do I look like?"

He Zhao's mouth was so sweet, but the words he said were not so pleasant: "Mr. Xu, do you have bad eyesight?"

Seeing that it was Tang, Xu Xia stopped talking. She avoided He Zhao, took two steps forward, and wanted to go downstairs directly.

He Zhao stood in front of her: "You're in a hurry, and I'm in a hurry. So, I apologize."

"Apologize," He Zhao said again, "There's also what happened last time, so I'm sorry before leaving."

Xu Xia looked down on He Zhao from the bottom of her heart, so she couldn't help herself.

He Zhao said with a smile, "Is it that difficult? They say that you are a teacher, and you can't even say the three words I'm sorry for what you did wrong?"

Xu Xia stood silently.

On the radio, Director Jiang began to actively broadcast the precautions for the next exam: "Please check the listening equipment for the teachers in each class. Let's play an English broadcast first, and adjust the volume..."

Although He Zhao was smiling, his eyes were full of hostility, and his whole body was filled with a sharp and dangerous aura, as if all the energy he usually put away had loosened and swept him.

Xu Xia felt a strong sense of oppression.

Just when she thought He Chao was about to erupt, the young man suddenly stepped back two steps, leaned against the wall, and made way for her.

He Zhao crushed the candy in his mouth, leaving only a stick.

Xu Xia paused for a few seconds, then walked past him, and when he went down half the stairs and turned a corner, He Zhao suddenly called her again: "Is it because of poor grades?"

Xu Xia looked up at the corner of the stairs. From her angle, she couldn't see He Zhao's expression clearly.

He Zhao squeezed the white plastic rod, and said, "Because I have poor grades, so I am what you say—that kind of appearance?"

Xu Xia suddenly felt that there were hands strangling her neck invisible, and she wanted to speak, but couldn't.

The English invigilator is Tang Sen and the history teacher in the next class.

He Zhao was 10 minutes late.

When they walked in, the whole class realized that something was wrong with He Zhao. Tang Sen wanted to grab him and ask why he was late for the exam. He Zhao didn't talk like usual and said, "I'm helping the old lady across the road, and I'm standing at the door." One sentence: "If you are late, you will not be allowed to take the exam?"

Tang Sen was dumbfounded by the question: "Ah... no, next time you..."

He Zhao walked directly past him to his seat.

"Fuck, dick."

"Brother Chao is in this state..."

"……what happened?"

"All the test papers have been handed out. Let's take a look at the listening comprehension. The listening comprehension will start soon." Tang Sen said while looking at He Zhao, repeating the wrong question that he said just now when He Chao was away, "Read For the third question in Part A, there are two repeating options, change option C to this on the blackboard."

Xie Yu leaned back a little: "Why are you crazy?"

He Zhao also knew that he had lost his composure just now. Not only did he lose his composure, but he also acted quite childish in his small emotions. After that emotion was sent out, he calmed down a lot. He scratched his hair and said, "It's okay, let's worry about it."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and said to Tang Sen, "Teacher, I must pay attention next time."

This mood swings so fast it's like a tornado.

Tang Sen really couldn't figure out the child, so he could only say "yes" three times in a daze.

Halfway through the exam, He Zhao had finished writing the test paper and was about to lay down and sleep for a while, when he closed his eyes with his arms on his pillow, he heard two knocking sounds from below.

He half opened his eyes and didn't move: "Little friend, what are you doing?"

Xie Yu tapped twice again with his fingers, making a crisp sound: "Hand, below."

He Zhao groped from below and found a note.

Open with just a question mark on it.

?

This is probably the highest level of care from his ruthless tablemate.

He Zhao is very content.

He felt that he could write a long paragraph of testimonials about being cared by the "ruthless killer" and fill the entire paper, but when he picked up the pen, the pen tip landed on the paper and blurred a cloud of ink, he paused, and finally just wrote Six words up:

——what am I like?