The Records of the Library

He Ai stood by the window, and when he saw He Qishan and You Wan appearing downstairs together in the teaching building, he judged that the photo was not half credible.

Xue Li nested in the head teacher's office chair, flipping through a confiscated comic book, half of his face was swollen, his nose was stuffed with a tissue, and there were a few blood spots on his clothes.

The head teacher is a high-achieving student who has not graduated for two years, and he is not good at dealing with the world. Now he is caught between the two of them, his eyes are wandering, and he doesn't know what to do.

After entering the grade group office, He Qishan first apologized to the class teacher, while You Wan took He Ai to check the bruises on his fingertips.

The homeroom teacher whispered: "Mr. He, Xue Li's parents are still on the way. I see that He Ai usually gets along well with his classmates, and he and Xue have no holidays. I don't know what happened today, but they suddenly moved. They Both are unwilling to say, I hope you can help with the work."

Xue Li listened attentively, put down the book, and said politely: "Hello, uncle and aunt, you don't need to do work anymore, if you want me to say..."

Before he finished speaking, He Ai grabbed his collar, lifted him up from the chair, frowned and threatened, "Shut up."

The teacher in charge hurried forward and grabbed the two of them, "Hey! Talk to me if you have something to say."

Xue Li didn't move, and let He Ai drag him like a puddle of mud. The two looked at each other, neither of them willing to show weakness, and sparks would splash out of their eyes.

You Wan said anxiously: "Ai Ai!"

He Ai let go, Xue Li straightened the folds of his clothes as if nothing had happened, and continued: "If you want me to say that's it, everyone has seen it, but he just doesn't like me."

He Qishan said seriously: "He Ai, what do you have to do with your classmates?"

He Ai stared at He Qishan for a while, then at You Wan who was full of worry, and secretly made a decision, he didn't answer He Qishan's question, but turned his gaze to Xue Li: "Come out, I have something to tell you. "

The head teacher was about to speak, but Xue Li said: "Teacher, it's okay. I believe that Student He has calmed down. There was a little misunderstanding between us, so let's just talk about it. There are so many people present, he is also embarrassed to apologize to me, yes Bar?"

He Aipi smiled with a blunt smile: "Yes."

"This..." The homeroom teacher looked at the two parents in embarrassment, seeing that they didn't want to obstruct them, he had no choice but to say: "Okay."

He Qishan instructed to speak carefully.The two walked into the corridor outside the office, and the head teacher watched their movements nervously behind the window.

Xue Li leaned against the guardrail: "Okay, what do you want?"

"I deleted the recording, and I won't tell your parents. Similarly, you should pretend that the photo incident never happened, and don't say a word in front of my parents." He Ai said, "The premise is that you don't harass your classmates anymore. , otherwise no discussion, agree?"

Xue Li smiled: "My face still hurts, what do you think?"

He Ai only said: "If you hit him, he will also hurt."

Xue Li thought to himself, after three days, there was still no movement from Lan Ting. It doesn't matter whether he was afraid or didn't dare to make a big deal, but if he wanted to speak, he had plenty of ways to make him regret it.Now as long as He Ai's mouth is shut, this matter will be over.

"Sure, you delete the recording first."

In this matter, the two pretended to shake hands and make peace. The parents of both sides had several mutual friends, who were also considered half acquaintances.The homeroom teacher was happy to see this, and asked He Ai to apologize, read the self-criticism at the class meeting, and the matter was over.

Xue Li was beaten in public and was powerless to fight back. He felt that he had lost his status, so he asked for leave to stay at home under the pretext of recuperation.

As soon as he left, He Ai kept silent, and the rumors started to ferment in secret.

He Ai was busy with housework, skipped evening study every day, insisted on having dinner with He Qishan and You Wan, not eating at home was a small problem, it didn't matter if he couldn't make up three of them, he usually had to go back to the dormitory after two hours, so In a short period of time, he occasionally smelled a strange perfume in He Qishan's car, or saw You Wan avoiding people on the balcony and making a phone call. Pile up smiling faces and act like nothing happened.It was like grabbing a thread, and the pulled thread entangled himself in a mess, and he was almost out of breath.

If it wasn't for the ball of draft paper hitting his head, He Ai would never have noticed that no one had called him to play for a long time.

The paper is the most common style at the school gate, with the school's name on the top, and the same sentence, "Get out of this classroom", is written on the crumpled paper, repeated more than 30 times in different handwriting, and some are particularly familiar.Looking back a long time later, He Ai would rather not remember the laughter and laughter of the past, and just want to use this moment as the starting point of his high school life.

"If there is no objection to the school sports meeting list, I will submit it." The sports committee member took off the paper on the bulletin board.

Long-distance running is such a thankless event that generally no one cares about it, but each participating class adds basic points, which involves the final award. Other classes are drawn by lottery, and the men's group of their class directly writes He Ai's name.

He Ai raised her hand, but the sports committee didn't see it, and went straight to the office with the list.

The class teacher called He Ai over and asked him if he signed up voluntarily.

It's not that the teacher is unclear about his situation, but it doesn't help to clarify for him.Everyone only believes in the truth they know. Hitting someone is heinous and bullying. They want to use their own methods to uphold justice. The teacher's defense of his beloved "good student" is just adding insult to injury.

Don't speak for me anymore.He Ai replied: "It is voluntary."

Basketball is a team sport, running can be done by one person, there is no fierce confrontation, only "a sense of exhilaration similar to giving up on oneself".

On the day when he actually went to the race, he realized that there would be so many people handing water and applauding at the side of the track, and the broadcast would read cheering scripts for the contestants, encouraging them to support to the finish line, and there would be people waiting at the finish line to welcome the contestants to triumph at any time.

It's not as quiet as when he was practicing, so quiet that only his own breathing can be heard.

He ran forward, and suddenly heard his name from the radio. Even if it was to add points to the class, he would never have imagined that anyone would write cheers for him. It was probably an auditory hallucination.

At the corner ahead, someone stretched out his hand to block the runway. It was a person he had never seen before, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses with thick bottle bottoms.The afternoon sun was a bit harsh, making his cheeks flushed, and he tremblingly held a glass of water, his whole body stiffened.

He Ai ran over inexplicably, and there were still a few meters away. The man looked at him erratically, and shouted at him: "Here, here you are!"

Immediately after speaking, he lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, his ears seemed to be even redder.

got the wrong person?He Ai passed him and continued to move forward.

The man held up his glass and followed his steps, refusing to let it go, "Take a sip, return it, there are still four laps."

He Ai glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, he was chasing after him, his hands were shaking, most of the glass of water was spilled out, and it was about to bottom out, he stretched his hand backwards to catch the glass of water firmly.

"Thank you."

He Ai gulped it down, and the sweet water with glucose rolled over the tip of her tongue, relieving the dryness in her throat.

Running to the next bend, He Ai saw that person again. He must have crossed half of the track and field field. His breathing was a little unsteady, and he gasped while holding his knees.The afternoon sun was fierce, and he was still wearing a school uniform jacket, no wonder his face was so red.

This time he said a long sentence: "He, He Ai, you are so powerful, the people behind will not be able to catch up with you, otherwise you should run slowly to save your energy."

He Ai didn't know anyone like this, he stammered, his eyes dodged, and he suspected that it was a spy sent by some class.He ignored him until he couldn't keep up and was left behind.

But at the next corner, he waited there again, panting, and the broken hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, "I...I was wrong, you, you should run faster, play, use your full strength, I believe, you can."

He Ai hummed lightly.

At the next bend, he was panting even more, his cheeks were red, whether it was from tiredness or heat, he didn't even wipe off the sweat on his brows, he chased He Ai seriously and asked, "You... ...You, heard me, did you work hard on the manuscript? I also wrote, wrote a piece, and they didn't read it."

How could someone write cheers for players from other classes?He Ai was puzzled, and they didn't know each other yet.

At the last corner before the finish line, He Ai couldn't help but interrupt him in advance: "If you want to cheer, just call forward."

"Oh, go forward." He pushed his glasses and followed He Ai with heavy steps, "Forward, forward."

He ran slower and slower, and gradually fell behind He Ai. Just as He Ai was about to sprint, the audience in the stands made a commotion. Many people stood up and pointed in his direction, to be exact, behind him .

He Ai turned her head and saw that the little glasses had fainted.