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The day after the form was handed in, the school approached Shang Chu once and asked him why he filled in such a place,

In the end think about it or not.

Shang Chu said that he had thought about it, and the school leader asked him what he was thinking. Shang Chu didn’t even twitch his eyelids, and started talking nonsense, saying that he was from Xinyang himself, and he had left Xinyang for so many years and hadn’t gone back. He always felt ashamed Hometown, it is so easy to have this opportunity now, he wants to take this opportunity to repay his parents and fellow villagers.

He held his head high and held his chest up to speak righteously, and he set his intentions high as soon as he came up, as if anyone who opposed it would be of low moral character and inappropriate thinking.

Several leaders looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering what the hell was going on with the child's sex change. Shang Chu, who was able to say in front of the whole school that "there is no alpha like me", willingly gave up the capital and went to a small third-tier town on the southern coast develop?

Besides, even if he doesn't stay in the capital, there are still a lot of first-tier cities with abundant resources to fill in the report, no matter what, he won't be able to fill in "Xinyang City".

The vice-principal gave the dean a wink and signaled him to persuade him again. The dean took a sip, cleared his throat pretentiously, and showed a kind smile: "Shang Chu, it's the school's decision if you haven't been given a school recommendation spot. Yes, we also believe that with your strength, it is not difficult to be admitted to the first-line police station. We have full confidence in you even when you are admitted to the West City branch. This internship is very important, and it is linked to your future. You must definitely Don't deliberately..."

"Teacher, big cities are good, but small cities need more construction." Shangchu put his hands flat on his sides, straight and well-behaved, "Going to Xinyang is after careful consideration, and there is no element of anger. I understand and agree unconditionally. It's up to the school to decide."

His words were sarcasm, the director was so choked that his face turned green, and he quickly took a sip of water to suppress his shock.

At the beginning, I didn’t give the exemption quota to Shang Chu because I was afraid of wasting it. First, it was not sure whether Shang Chu would be fired, and second, it was not sure whether Xicheng could accept Omega to enter the police station as a non-civilian. Even so, it is undeniable that Shang Chu He is an extremely outstanding student in this class, the school still hopes that he can go to a prestigious and prestigious bureau in the industry, he has done a good job and also adds luster to the school, who knows that Shang Chu will end up filling in a shit The place where the brain is reported.

Several leaders saw that he was determined, so they couldn't persuade him any more, so they asked him to go back and think about it.The director said that if you change your mind on the weekend, you can tell your supervisor at any time. Originally, the volunteer card is very strict, and once you fill it out, you will not be allowed to change it, especially if you are an Omega, but the school is willing to open a back door for you.

When the director said this, his hands rested on the table and his chin was slightly tilted, as if it was such a great reward to "open the back door" for this Omega.

Shang Chu said he knew it, and left after he finished speaking, he could still hear the director's distraught voice from inside when he closed the door, shouting, "Look at this kid, what kind of attitude is this..."

On the way back to bed, Shangchu made a detour to the bulletin board, wanting to see the results of the last exam. This is his first No.1 after going to college, and maybe the only one, although there is some water in it, But you have to take a picture to remember it.

Two pairs of legs were exposed under the bulletin board, and there were two people standing behind and chatting. Shang Chu approached and heard them chatting about internship volunteering. One of them said that he had applied to the Tiangang Municipal Bureau and had notified that the selection would start next Wednesday. Air tickets to fly to Sky Harbor next Tuesday.The other asked him why he didn't stay in the capital. Although Tiangang is also quasi-first-line and the economy is not weak, it is still incomparable with the capital in terms of resources.The man sighed, saying that it would be too risky to report to the capital. How many masters of the police academies are eyeing all the police stations in the capital. In addition, the number of places in the capital is small and the requirements are high, so I really have no confidence...

Then the two of them began to count other places worth visiting besides the capital, and they searched all over the big cities. They also said that their chief police officer came out, and it would be aggrieved to go to a second- and third-tier town. Well?Hanging around on the street all day to issue tickets, or chasing small vendors with street stalls all over the street?

Shang Chu was a little dazed when he heard that, no one in the police academy had a dream of being a great hero, so he had dreamed of it, like in TV dramas, chasing fleeing gangsters with guns and rescuing hostages in distress. A hot heartbeat, Shang Chuguang's blood boiled just thinking about it.

But now he can't get hot anymore, Shang Chu also wanted to ask what's wrong, how he became so cold.

He squeezed the space between his brows, looked up at the grade list, his eyes trembled suddenly when he caught sight of the name at the top, the first line was blacked out with a marker pen, his name was not on this report card, only vaguely See the apostrophe protruding from the last stroke of the word "Chu".

Shang Chu looked at the ball of black ink in a daze, and realized what was going on after a while.

Some people may think that his No.1 is disgraceful.

That's right, after all, someone let him.

There is no him above, and it is very good without him.

Unexpectedly, Shang Chu not only did not feel the slightest anger, but was very calm, and even faintly felt a sigh of relief.

Now he wants No.1 more than ever, and he is more afraid of getting No.1 than ever.

Shangchu silently looked at the report card, from No.2 to No.16, and when his eyes were about to touch the name of No.17, his eyes flickered slightly, his eyelashes trembled a few times, and then he moved away Line of sight, hands in pockets, ready to leave.

At this moment, one of the people behind the bulletin board said, "Hey, have you heard about Bai Aize?"

The name hit his ears unexpectedly, Shang Chu's heart jumped suddenly, and the familiar soreness filled his throat again, and he realized that he was not afraid of seeing No.1 at all, but he was afraid of hearing and seeing it. Everything related to the three words "Bai Aize".

Shangchu turned around and wanted to leave, but heard another person ask, "Bai Aize? Did he inevitably recommend going to the West City? What else can I do?" He paused unconsciously, looked down at his toes, and his brain told him to hurry up Walking, but the body stopped in place uncontrollably.

"My roommate went to the office the day before yesterday to find a mentor. He happened to meet Bai Aize inside. He eavesdropped on him from under the cat window. Do you know what Mr. Bai said? He said he didn't want a recommendation spot from Xicheng!"

"Isn't it? It's a thing that would kill you if it was released. He said he didn't want it, so he didn't want it? What do you think?"

"Who knows, maybe a genius like him likes to get a sense of accomplishment when he gets in the exam..."

"Maybe he wants to give up this spot. Anyway, he can get through the selection by himself, so it's better to give others more opportunities."

"Who can I give it to? Is it possible to give it to Shang Chu? Isn't it enough to give it away as No. 1? You think the second young master of the Bai family is a philanthropist, right..."

The two walked out happily, Shang Chu immediately dodged sideways behind the cypress tree, and did not come out until they were far away.

Even though he knew that other people saw him that way, he still felt uncomfortable.

His No.1 was handed over by Bai Aize. Even if he got the recommended spot, it was Bai Aize who handed him over.

Because Bai Aize is too bright, it will definitely become dim when he is around.

As much as Shang Chu relied on Bai Aize and couldn't do without Bai Aize, he was afraid that others would put his name together with Bai Aize.

He felt a suffocating colic in such a contradiction, Shang Chu pursed his lips, bent down to pick up a small stone, and crossed out the last omission of the word "Chu" on the report card.

Entering the dormitory building, Shang Chu met Bai Aize who came down from the fourth floor on the stairs, the two of them were stunned for a moment, this was the first time they met since the hospital that day.

Soon, Shang Chu raised his head and showed a slightly stiff smile to Bai Aize. Bai Aize raised his hand to hold him, but Shang Chu put his hands behind his back in an inadvertent manner.

Bai Aize's outstretched palm was frozen in the air, Shang Chu's fingers were tightly twisted, and his thumb pressed heavily on the tiger's mouth, and said with a smile, "I'm going upstairs."

Bai Aize looked at him fixedly, as if he wanted to say something, Shang Chu passed him by, and Bai Aize suddenly called him: "Ah Chu!"

Shang Chu paused.

Bai Aize looked at his back, he was really thin, the T-shirt was empty on his body, his shoulder blade showed an obvious protrusion, and a Band-Aid was randomly wrapped on his right index finger, and he didn't know how it hurt. Has he been disinfected, will the wound get inflamed if it is stuffy on a hot day, have you remembered not to get wet...

Bai Aize had a lot to say. He held on to the railing with one hand, tightened his fingers, and finally asked cautiously: "The selection will start next Monday. Let's train together this weekend, okay?"

Shangchu's fingertips couldn't stop shaking, he put his hands into his trouser pockets, tried to straighten his back, opened his mouth and took a breath, trying to make his voice sound calmer: "Hey, no need, there's nothing to practice."

Then fell into a long silence.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in the corridor, pouring in from the hem of Shang Chu's T-shirt, and lifted the hem of the shirt. Shang Chu wanted to straighten the clothes, but when he stretched out his hands, he realized how his hands were shaking so badly. Bai Aize saw his exposed The waist was truncated, so thin that it seemed that it could be cut off with a single pinch. The sweatpants that were originally the right size also looked too big, and two long tail clips were buckled on the waist side.

It's only been a few days without being by his side, how did he make himself like this?

Bai Aize's throat tightened: "You..."

Shang Chu interrupted him and said quickly, "Wait a minute."

He stepped up to the fourth floor, and found a new thermos bucket on the ground at the door of the dormitory. He went into the room and took out the other two small buckets, and put them in Bai Aize's hands.

"Don't do it in the future," he smiled at Bai Aize, "Private electrical appliances violate the regulations, so take them away."

The three thermos buckets were all heavy, and there was nothing missing in them. Bai Aize raised his head slowly, staring at his trembling eyes: "What do you mean?"

"No," Shang Chu looked down, put his hands in his pockets quickly, and said in a low voice, "Don't bother."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and ran, stepping up three steps in one step, as if he was afraid of facing something so he fled.

Entering the dormitory, Shang Chu closed the door with a "bang", and there was a stabbing pain in his chest, as if someone took an iron hook and gouged out his flesh one by one.

He leaned against the door, opened his mouth and raised his head, took a few deep breaths, and then a bloody smell came out of his mouth, he raised his hand to wipe it, and his nose was bleeding.

bleed bleed bleed...

Shang Chu licked his lips, forcing himself to focus all his attention on the nosebleed, what should he do if the blood is bleeding?

Yes, stop the bleeding, stop the bleeding first.

He fumbled around with his hands, his eyes fixed, and he saw the bandage wrapped around his index finger. He was burned by a cigarette butt when he was smoking in the woods last night. On the way back, he bought it at a small shop. bought one.

Band-aids can stop bleeding!

Thinking so, Shang Chu took off the band-aid on his hand and wanted to stick it on his nose, but the adhesive surface he used for the second time had long since lost its stickiness, so he couldn't fix it anyway, so he could only let the nose bleed in a panic keep dripping.

Forget it, forget it.

He put the Band-Aid back on his injured index finger again, squatted on the ground and covered his bloody nostril with his palm, and stared blankly at the thermos bottle on the table.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Shang Chu's back stiffened, and he heard Bai Aize's voice from outside the door: "Shang Chu, there is no reason to take back the things I sent out."

He squatted quietly until his legs were numb, then stood up on his knees, moved to the door step by step, opened the door, and three thermal insulation buckets were neatly placed in front of his door.

Shang Chu closed his eyes heavily.

On Monday morning, Shang Chu boarded the train from the capital to Fucheng.

There is no direct train from the capital to Xinyang. He had to take a three-hour green leather train to Fucheng and then transfer to the high-speed rail. He bought a soft sleeper ticket for Shang Lijun, and he stayed in the hard seat car.

Not long after, the counselor released everyone's voluntary declaration information in the grade group, and at almost the same moment, Bai Aize called.

Shang Chu looked at the vibrating cell phone, didn't answer it, and was reluctant to hang up, so he let it keep ringing.

Song Yao also made several phone calls and sent a message to ask where he was, saying that Bai Aize had gone crazy looking for him.

The phone rang non-stop for more than ten times, and the people around me were so disturbed that they couldn't sleep. They said to Shang Chu: "Little brother, do you answer it or not? If you don't answer it, just screw it up. It's a strange earthquake." Disturbing!"

"I'm sorry."

Shang Chu came back to his senses, smiled apologetically at him, turned off the phone's vibration, and just stared blankly at the caller ID flashing on the screen.

Then, the train drove into a tunnel, and in the darkness, Shangchu pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear.

"It's me," he said.

"Shang Chu," Bai Aize's voice was extremely anxious, he seemed to have just done a strenuous exercise, and asked roughly, "Where are you?"

"In the car."

"Where are you going?" Bai Aize asked.

Shang Chu said: "Xiaobai, I applied for Xinyang's internship, and I reported it the day after tomorrow. I'm on the train going there."

He heard Bai Ai Ze's obvious panting on the other end of the phone, and after a long time, Bai Ai Ze said: "You lied to me."

Shang Chu closed his eyes.

"Shang Chu, you promised me," Bai Aize said in a hoarse voice, "You lied to me."

Shangchu suddenly felt out of breath, and leaned over the small table, covering his eyes with one arm.

"Come back," Bai Aize said, "immediately."

Shangchu's throat choked: "Xiaobai, I can't go back."

"Shangchu, come back immediately." Bai Aize ordered in a blunt tone, and soon Shangchu heard the choking sound from the other side, Bai Aize paused for a long time before speaking again, pleading cautiously, "Achu, come back."

"Divide it, really."

The train pulled out of the tunnel, and the lights came on again in the carriage.

But the receiver went dark, only Bai Aize's panting could be heard.

After a long time, Bai Aize said: "Shang Chu, I don't agree, you immediately... turn around and come back."

"I can't go back," Shang Chu heard his own hoarse voice, "Xiaobai, I already...don't know how to be with you."

——I like you too, I love you too, in fact, I love you so much, I just don't know how to stand by your side.

"Shang Chu," Bai Aize's voice was trembling, "I said it, but I disagree."

"I'm not Shangchu anymore," Shangchu felt a sharp pain in his heart, lying on the table, his trembling back was trembling, and murmured to himself, "I'm not Shangchu anymore, I'm not sharp, It's not hot, I'm rusty, rusty you know, I'm bad, bad, I've changed, white, I don't..."

His intermittent words disappeared into fine choked sobs.

"Shangchu, don't be so self-righteous," Bai Aize thumped something heavily, and there was a loud "bang" from the receiver, he was short of breath, and gritted his teeth and said, "When you're rusty, you can only think of running, How smart do you think you are? How great do you think you are?"

Shang Chu was speechless.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Aize's voice seemed to be torn, and he said hoarsely: "Ah Chu, come back, you are rusty and I want you too."

"I don't want myself."