short-lived physique

In the classroom of Class 7 of Senior Three.

There are still about ten minutes before the first class in the afternoon. There are sparse classmates sitting in the classroom, chatting together in twos and threes.At the back of the classroom, two boys stepped on a discarded plastic water bottle and kicked it back and forth like a football. The plastic rubbed against the ground and made a lot of noise.

"Peng—" They kicked the plastic bottle hard against the door and stopped beside a silver crutch.

Seeing that he almost hit someone, the boy quickly apologized:

"sorry Sorry!"

No reply was received.

He raised his lowered head and glanced at the person coming.

It's a boy who even he has to admit is good-looking, seems familiar?

Xiao Mu didn't stop for a single step, leaning on his crutches, he slowly walked towards his own position in memory.

There was a lot of dust on the chair, the tabletop was clean, and there was a bookcase on it, which was stuffed full of things.

He walked to his desk, put his crutches aside, picked up the bookcase with some difficulty, put it on the ground, and sat back in his seat.

Zhang Xiaoxiao from the same group took the hand of the tablemate and said in a low voice:

"Who is that person? How did you move Wang Yilong's box?"

At the same table, Zhao Youli looked at this person more and more familiarly. After staring for a long time, she finally found the memory about this person from the corner of her mind.

"Isn't this Xiao Mu!"

"Ah? Xiao Mu?" Zhang Xiaoxiao looked confused.

"Xiao Mu is also from our class." Seeing Zhang Xiaoxiao's still confused look, Zhao Youli added, "Do you still remember when the second year of high school started, his mother came to the office to cry for some reason, don't you Did you go to see it too?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Xiaoxiao was a little impressed.

A lonely figure who never communicated with others gradually emerged in my mind.

In every class there will always be a little transparent borderline person, who usually has no sense of existence at all. As a classmate, even the name is very strange, even if they disappear for a while, no one will care.Xiao Mu is such an airy person. During the three years of high school, the most impressive impression he left on people was actually his mother.

In the second year of high school, Xiao Mu's mother ran to their school, slapped Xiao Mu in the eyes of everyone in the class, and then ran to the office and dragged the class teacher to cry.

No one in the class knew the reason, but subconsciously alienated Xiao Mu even more. After all, his mother didn't seem easy to mess with at all.

It seems that since then, Xiao Mu's sense of existence has become even lower, so low that everyone in their class has forgotten his existence, and even can't remember his appearance.

Zhang Xiaoxiao glanced at Xiao Mu who was sitting there alone, and suddenly felt that he was a bit pitiful.

It seems that Xiao Mu hasn't been to school for a long time. After asking for leave for so long, the good-looking people brought crutches when they came back, and no one went up to care.

Moreover, why didn't she realize that Xiao Mu is quite good-looking.

This appearance is even comparable to the stars on TV.

It's unbelievable that such a good-looking person has no sense of presence in school!

Zhang Xiaoxiao poked the hand of the tablemate, "Hey, do you think Xiao Mu is quite handsome?"

Zhao Youli looked at Xiao Mu carefully, and touched his chin:

"After you said that, I realized that he is really handsome! Why didn't we find out before?" She thought for two seconds, "Probably because he always kept his head down and ignored people before."

It was less than 2 minutes before the bell rang, and the people in the classroom had arrived one after another. The voices of students chatting and discussing did not decrease at all, on the contrary, they became louder and louder. Mu, a classmate I haven't seen for a long time.

"Jingle Bell--"

The bell rang, and a boy rushed in from the back door. His sweaty face was relieved the moment he saw that there was no teacher on the podium table, and he sat down at Xiao Mu's front table panting.

Wang Yilong sat down on his seat, and his deskmate poked him with a pen, motioning him to look back, he turned his head inexplicably, and happened to bump into Xiao Mu at the back table looking at him.

Wang Yilong was taken aback, staring at Xiao Mu's face, and hesitantly said after two or three seconds:

"...Xiao Mu?"

The boy sitting at the table behind him looked away lightly, did not reply, and turned his head to look out the window with his chin propped up, his gesture of refusing to communicate was already very obvious.

Wang Yilong, the idiot, didn't see Xiao Mu's attitude of not wanting to talk to others at all, turned around, and put his hand on Xiao Mu's table naturally:

"You just came back today? Have you been sick for the past few months?" He pointed to his book box on the ground, "I put the box on your desk before you were away, don't mind me."

The boy by the window was as quiet as a mute, and there seemed to be something very beautiful outside the window that attracted him.

Wang Yilong followed with a probe, but there was nothing outside the window, so he looked away boringly.

"Have you wiped the table and chairs? I have wet tissues here. Do you want to wipe them?"

It was as if the boy who had pressed the pause button finally gave him a response, shook his head at him, and looked out the window in silence.

Wang Yilong wanted to talk to him, but his deskmate looked down on him and said in a dissatisfied tone:

"Stop talking to this guy, he won't talk to you, this guy still looks like this after so long, he's like a dumb guy, haha."

After the tablemate taunted him a lot, he found that one of the people he taunted didn't care, the other ignored him, and he was so angry that he wanted to be angry. On the contrary, he was very angry.His face darkened, he slapped the table hard, rolled up his sleeves and was about to curse.

"What are you doing?! Rebellion! I heard your class making noise when I was downstairs! The whole year is quiet, only your class is still so loud! What time is it now!? Do you know the class time? !"

The class that was noisy just now fell silent for an instant. No one dared to make another sound as they sat upright and staring at each other.

Among the well-behaved quail cubs, Wang Yilong's tablemate stood out, standing in the same spot with an angry face, standing right in the middle of the head teacher's muzzle, and was sprayed almost wiltingly.

After the homeroom teacher scolded Wang Yilong at the same table, he glanced at Xiao Mu without any trace, and finally heaved a sigh of relief after talking about it for several months.

Among the students who lowered their heads and dared not make a sound for fear of being caught and scolded, there was another person who seemed out of place besides Wang Yilong, who was sitting at the same table as the idiot.

Xiao Mu looked forward, as if he was looking at the class teacher. If he looked carefully, he could find that his focus was not fixed on any object, and the surrounding atmosphere could not affect him at all, and he was always lonely and selfish.

The head teacher sighed secretly again, frowned, and said to the whole class:

"You are already senior high school students, and there are only a few days before the college entrance examination. When everyone else is working hard, you are playing, chatting, and sleeping. In the future, you will get one point less than others in the college entrance examination. Just saving one point You will be dropped by thousands of places in the ranking, and it is very likely that the university you want to attend will not accept you because of this point."

"I've said these words many times. You should work harder now. When you are admitted to university, you can play however you want. Alright, let's go to class!"

The students took out their math textbooks with a sigh of relief, the head teacher couldn't help but glanced at Xiao Mu, and found that the student's desk was empty.

He walked to Xiao Mu's side in two or three steps, and put his textbook on his desk.

"Study hard, come to the office to find me after class."

After finishing speaking, he strode back to the podium with his lesson plan in hand, speaking the textbook in a thunderous voice.

Wang Yilong at the front desk rubbed his ears and whispered:

"The only one who doesn't use a loudspeaker in class throughout the year is the head teacher."

Xiao Mu lowered his eyebrows and looked at the textbook on the table. Just looking at the two big characters of "Mathematics" on the cover of the textbook, a sense of disgust and resistance surged in his heart.

He frowned, and his mouth was pursed without a trace of blood.

At the end of a class, Xiao Mu never opened a page of the textbook.

The homeroom teacher has been paying attention to Xiao Mu and reminded him several times in a row, but Xiao Mu remains indifferent.After class, the head teacher took Xiao Mu away.

After Xiao Mu left, a group of people discussed together.

"Too bad, Xiao Mu was called to the office by the teacher in charge."

"I just saw that he dared not listen to his head teacher's class. He didn't even touch the book that the head teacher gave him personally. It's amazing!"

"I haven't seen you for a few months, Xiao Mu has become a lot more courageous."

"It doesn't have to be called to the office to scold, after all..." He pointed to his leg and didn't continue.

Another person in the class immediately laughed loudly: "If you are lame, you can get such good treatment, and I would be willing to change it for me!"

"Bang——" Wang Yilong slammed the table hard, making everyone startled and looking at him inexplicably, "Keep your fucking mouth clean!"

The person whom he scolded by pointing at his nose smiled coyly, wiped his nose and sat back in his seat, muttering in a voice that Wang Yilong couldn't hear:

"Neuropathy!"

After arriving at the office, the class teacher took an empty chair and put it opposite him, and motioned Xiao Mu to sit down.

Xiao Mu sat down obediently, quietly waiting for the head teacher's words.

The boy sitting opposite the class teacher happened to be the youngest and frivolous age in his life.But the head teacher couldn't see that Xiao Mu had the wantonness and vitality that his age should have, and was too quiet.

Thinking about it this way, he seemed to have never seen this student chatting and playing around with others in the class.

Looking into Xiao Mu's eyes, the homeroom teacher couldn't think of what to say to him for a while, and thought about a lot of words in his mind, afraid that what he said would be inappropriate, and finally decided to start with what happened just now.

"Why didn't you attend class just now?"

Xiao Mu was silent.

"You didn't come to school when you were reviewing in the third year of high school. You have already learned a lot of knowledge. The teacher hopes that you can go to a university you like in the future."

The head teacher talked a lot, and the students in front of him didn't react until they talked about their favorite university.He immediately said:

"What university do you want to go to in the future? Can you tell the teacher?"

Does he... want to go to some university?

Xiao Mu didn't even need to think about it.

National Academy of Fine Arts.

The top art academy in China.

It was as if my dead heart would start beating again whenever I thought of this academy.

The teacher who taught him to draw was a student who graduated from that academy. The teacher said:

"There, you have the best teachers in the country, the best atmosphere, and the right to manipulate the paintbrush freely."

He opened his mouth, and just about to say this school, there were even faint stars dancing in his eyes.

"Isn't this Xiao Mu? Have you finished your family affairs? Why are you here for class now?"

The tiny spots of light in his eyes disappeared, Xiao Mu closed his mouth silently, with the corners of his mouth stubbornly clenched, and got up and left without saying a word.

The woman wearing a big sun hat and sunglasses who just came in reached out to stop him, but she didn't stop him:

"Do you know how to respect the teacher?! The teacher asked you something!"

The class teacher frowned and looked at the English teacher who just came in, a little angry:

"Okay, stop talking."

That student Xiao Mu was willing to speak up just now, and he was just... Sigh.

To be honest, the head teacher was a little worried about Xiao Mu's mental state.As soon as Xiao Mu asked for leave, he asked for leave for such a long time. No one answered his phone calls to his parents, and no one opened the door when he went to their house. After asking other students in the class, none of them left with Xiao Mu. close.

The same is true for a student in the junior year of school. He asked for a few months of leave, but no one could be contacted. Finally, the parents called the police to find out that the child was in the MLM organization.

Xiao Mu's situation is even more serious, and he can't even contact his parents.

Thinking of this, the English teacher seemed to be somewhat related to the student Xiao Mu. He remembered that the parents of the student Xiao Mu would often send something to the English teacher.

But before he asked the English teacher, she said she didn't know what happened to Xiao Mu's family.

The English teacher took off the big sun hat, but did not take off his own sunglasses, and sat in the seat where Xiao Mu sat before.

"Mr. Yang, didn't you ask me about Xiao Mu's family before? I only found out recently."

"Huh?" The teacher in charge stopped thinking of leaving.

The author has something to say: he knows that he lives in a false world, and he is trapped in this cycle of reincarnation.Everyone he meets, everything repeats itself over and over again.

In the end, he would die on a winter night with heavy snowfall. The snow was deep and cold, covering his body bit by bit.

The brave are reveling, holding their savior aloft, celebrating yet another victory of good over evil.

Well... I'm so unhappy...

"Huh? Still alive?"

Who……?

A hand touched his body.

That is, a temperature that has never been felt for thousands of years.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and his eyes were white.

——Qiang Jiudi