Dazed

The time to accompany Liang Siyue is only one morning, after lunch, Qi Zheng has to rush to school to continue the afternoon class.

With full experience, he quickly ran across two streets, passed through a residential building, and detoured to a small path behind the school.

This path sees no sunlight all year round, and is only a few feet wide. The old walls on both sides are covered with ivy and moss, and the bottom is covered with garbage swept by the wind. It is so shady that it seems to be in another season.

Qi Zheng was walking alone on the quiet road, and suddenly a beastly intuition came to his mind. He looked back suspiciously, and a few soda cans were whirling around not far away. At the end of the deep and narrow path Darkness.

Qi Zheng frowned, turned his head and continued walking as if nothing had happened. After a few steps, he suddenly accelerated and ran, feeling very clearly that the haunting gaze hadn't left.

Quickly running across the street, Qi Zheng's heart was beating extremely violently. He turned a corner, and then stopped suddenly, leaning against the wall, suppressing his panting nervously.

"Ah!" Two minutes later, with a scream, a figure who couldn't stop falling down on the open space at Qi Zheng's feet.

Qi Zheng breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, and asked in a bad tone: "Fuck you, why the hell are you following me?"

Guan Xia stood up with his head bowed, his half-length bangs covered his eyes, he explained: "I, I walked this way to school for the first time, and I was still lost outside, so I happened to see you, no I can't go with you."

Although this reason was reluctant, Qi Zheng raised his eyebrows, glanced at him, and finally didn't bother to worry about it anymore, he turned his head and walked out, leaving two straight eyes behind him, and followed closely.

"Did you skip class in the morning?" After a long while, the boy with a flushed face asked in a low voice.

Qi Zheng hummed casually, not quite understanding why Guan Xia cared so much about his study.In fact, sometimes he also finds it inexplicable. The friendship between men is actually very simple. Staying up late watching a football game or kicking a ball together, even talking about a few pornographic jokes together can get better. But for Guan Xia, he really subconsciously Rejecting him may also be a subconscious inability to get along.

Guan Xia didn't make a sound after that sentence, and the two walked together quietly for a while, and then separated without even saying hello.

In the calligraphy class in the afternoon, Qi Zheng twirled the brush on his fingertips boredly, thinking about the recent expenses. He went out with Liang Siyue for a stroll in the morning, which was equivalent to spending three days' food expenses.

He has no source of income, his father is hospitalized all year round, and his mother has a meager income, so he has no other way but to rely on himself.After being admitted to university, by chance, he went to show Fengshui to others, so as to maintain his tuition and life. Of course, this kind of thing was once explicitly forbidden by his parents, but now, he has no choice.

His thoughts were spinning, and suddenly, a thin and dry hand stretched out, took the paper away from him, and praised: "This classmate's handwriting is very good."

Qi Zheng subconsciously looked at the source of the sound. His calligraphy teacher, Old Master Zhou, was now amazed at his "calligraphy".

Old Master Zhou turned his head and asked enthusiastically, "How many years have you studied calligraphy?"

Qi Zheng was stunned for a moment, and replied: "I didn't write that." He has been distracted since the class, and he didn't even touch the ink, and he didn't know who was so bored, so he put the work he wrote here.

Thinking of this, he looked around. There were only three or four people sitting in this row, and the person closest to him was also five seats away from him.

Old Master Zhou put the copybook in front of Qi Zheng, and asked seriously, "You really didn't write it?"

When Qi Zheng saw the straight and plump regular script, he knew it was definitely not his. He has always written scribbled, regardless of hard brushes and brushes, they are all known for their wild cursive, let alone calligraphy, but the fonts on this paper are full of vigor, tall and straight .

But Old Master Zhou said suspiciously: "You have been writing straight from the beginning. If you didn't write this, then what were you writing just now? Look at your pen, the ink is not dry yet."

Following Old Master Zhou's words, he saw that the tip of the brush Qi Zheng was holding in his right hand was thick with ink.

"Either you write it for me again now." Old Master Zhou suggested.

Qi Zheng frowned slightly, so he had no choice but to take up a pen and write "to prove" his innocence. He didn't expect to write anything, but the moment the pen tip touched the paper, he seemed to be swimming in the water, and the pen began to draw smoothly, naturally Qi Zheng almost suspected that it was really his strength.

A few minutes later, Qi Zheng gradually regained control of his right hand. At this time, the half-sized paper was covered with dense regular scripts as before. The tangy smell of ink smelled like the stench of a corpse, and Qi Zheng couldn't help pushing the piece of paper away.

Old Master Zhou beside him jumped on him like a jackal seeing carrion. He was as thin as a match holding the paper with his fingers, his face was very close, his nostrils were wide open, and he was desperately sniffing that special smell. The high cheekbones twisted slightly, and the eyes were red.

Qi Zheng felt that his appearance at this time did not have the bearing of being a teacher at all. Instead, he looked like an addict who had encountered opium, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be drooling uncontrollably.

Old man Zhou took a deep sniff, and murmured, "Ink saliva! Really ink saliva!"

Qi Zheng stared at his right hand, as if the malicious power was still eyeing it, and said with lingering fear: "Teacher likes this copybook so much, so I gave it to you."

Old Master Zhou couldn't help but took the two pieces of paper away when he heard the words.Fang Yankun, the four-eyed boy next door, sneaked up next to Qi Zheng, and said in admiration, "You are so awesome, it's like making old man Zhou lose his soul."

Qi Zheng moved away in disgust, and reprimanded: "You know a ghost."

If you walk a lot at night, you will always encounter ghosts. These days, it's okay to be confused about people's affairs, and even ghosts have to help.

I don't know what kind of trouble the old man got into this week?