The torn school grass is the lost first love? [Rebirth]

Said he was on sick leave.

Hearing this, Zhang Junruo, who never took the initiative to look at Qu Linggong, silently turned her head and stared at the empty space diagonally behind for a moment...

On the third day, Qu Linggong still didn't come to school. During the lunch break, Wang Jiang unceremoniously took away two boxes of nutritious meals and started to eat them.It was a cloudy and rainy day, and Zhang Junruo was too lazy to climb up to the top floor to drink strawberry milk without feeling like a light on his back. He propped his cheek with one hand, and looked sideways at the gray-blue clouds in the sky with a gloomy expression.

There was a weekend in the middle, and in the blink of an eye, on Monday, the long-lost Master Qu finally appeared in everyone's field of vision. What shocked everyone was his colorful cheeks, bruises, purples, and oranges spreading to his handsome chin, and the cracked and swollen corners of his lips. There were also dark red scabs, which looked shocking.

But Qu Linggong acted as if nothing happened, with a calm expression, talking and laughing happily.Everyone in the class looked at each other in astonishment, privately speculating that it was a dispute between Jianghu and Jianghu.Only Li Yun'an felt uncomfortable seeing the faces of his friends who hadn't seen him for a long time.In junior high school, he also came to school with such a face every now and then, and forced a smile on his face, continuing to be unrestrained.

Li Yun'an rubbed Qu Linggong's messy hair, "I thought you were going to be depressed."

"Fuck you. It's just a pork rib stew, and you want to extinguish Lao Tzu's enthusiasm?" Qu Linggong pushed his hand away, and the two of them looked into each other's eyes, smiling without saying a word.

The person in the front left turned his head to Qu Linggong's side inadvertently, but did not turn around, Qu Linggong's whole body froze.

"Old Gong, what's the matter?" Li Yun'an asked.

"No, it's fine..."

Qu Linggong thought: scolding, cursing and punching can't change me, but someone like Zhang Junruo who moistens things silently can change me.I... don't want to hurt anyone anymore.

There was a physical exercise class on Monday afternoon. Under Qu Linggong's school uniform, there was a criss-cross pattern of bamboo cane. Although it was covered by the clothes, the colorful colors on his face were obvious to all. He became a left-behind child logically.

Principal He was checking the attendance of the students in the physical activity class recently. He saw a tall and leisurely figure leaning on the window sill in the empty classroom, and felt that this spot check was rewarding.

Principal He stepped into the door, "Hey, classmate, everyone is going to the physical activity class, and you are lazy in the classroom. The physical exercise class, the physical exercise class, as the name suggests, is to make you physically active, and you must all be like you , I will give you physical exercise classes in the future..."

Qu Linggong turned around calmly, with a splendid face as if wearing a Beijing opera mask.

Principal He: "..."

After choking for a long while, Principal He moved his fingers up and down, "You, what did you do with your face?"

The old principal seemed to see the tears in Qu Linggong's eyes, and his voice trembled, "I... I had a car accident... I didn't wear a seat belt... I was in the car, bumping up and down, left and right..."

"Oh...then you're still standing?"

"There are steel nails on the legs, it is comfortable to stand on..."

"Oh..." Principal He asked again: "Who drove the car, so carelessly..."

"My mother, I heard that I got 0 points in the Chinese test, and I was short of breath... I haven't been discharged from the hospital yet..."

Principal He: "...!"

Pushing his glasses, he thought that no wonder he looked familiar, this kid was the unlucky guy I caught during the midterm exam.

"Principal He..." Qu Linggong covered his mouth with his hand, choked up and said, "I...I also want to be with you...but...no...I can only look here..."

Principal He lamented in his heart. He wanted to correct the atmosphere on a whim, and almost had irreparable consequences, ruining a young man's life. "It will get better... Be strong! Come on!"

"Thank you Principal He for your encouragement."

"...Then you...well...just stand and watch..." Headmaster He left sadly.

As soon as Principal He left, Qu Linggong turned his head indifferently, and continued to search for Zhang Junruo with his eyes.There was no such thin figure anywhere.

Qu Linggong was covered in injuries, and he really couldn't run fast. He struggled to climb to the top floor of the teaching building. The huge roof was surrounded by no shelter, and the wind blew the young master Qu who came to help him into a mess——Zhang Junruo was not here.

He staggered to search the small playground behind the teaching building. He didn't know why he wanted to find Zhang Junruo.Just trying to find it.

Between the teaching building and the wall, there is a small open space, which is not as high-utilized as the former playground, and students don't come here very often, and the greening is quite average.

Xingyi Private Middle School is a "garden-style campus" assessed by the province. The front playground is surrounded by ornamental trees, and there are various kinds of roses, firecracker flowers, and scorpion flowers climbing on the fence...there are many varieties.

When the spring breeze blows, all the flowers are competing for beauty, which is too beautiful to behold.In autumn, there are hibiscus and sweet-scented osmanthus dotted with it, so it doesn't look depressed and lonely.But the open space behind the teaching building is now desolate and withered, only a few huge neem trees left on the original site grow silently.

Qu Linggong doesn't like this kind of bitter-sounding tree very much. The sound is the same as "bitter love" or "hard training". Not to mention the late blooming, it will wither in autumn, and it is not worth seeing.

Qu Linggong met Zhang Junruo who was always thinking about it here.As usual, he used the corner of the teaching building as cover.

Zhang Junruo's slender and slender back and a luxuriant neem tree form a beautiful composition.The lush greenery, the golden neem fruit on the branches, and Zhang Junruo's blue and white school uniform jacket, the picture in front of my eyes is like a light watercolor painting. Both the color and the composition are pleasing to the eye and forget the world.

A gust of autumn wind squeezed into the middle of the enclosure wall and the teaching building, blowing towards Zhang Junruo and the neem tree, the branches and leaves swayed and made a rustling sound, Zhang Junruo's open front of the school uniform swayed gently in the wind, and there was an inexplicable feeling of being clean and dusty, which made people's hearts flutter God drunk.

Qu Linggong saw Zhang Junruo raised a slender and white hand, and gently picked off an oval fruit...

I don't want to eat it...

Suddenly, Zhang Junruo put the jujube-like neem fruit into his mouth.

Neem, when I was in elementary school, the teacher of some class seemed to tell everyone that the flowers and leaves of the neem tree planted behind the school are poisonous, so don’t eat it by mistake...

"...!" Qu Linggong shuddered, and was about to call Zhang Junruo to stop.Hearing Zhang Junruo's "wow", he frowned and spat out a small mouthful of neem fruit.

Covering his mouth, he withdrew most of his body, Qu Linggong choked back his laughter and trembled wildly.

——Zhang Junruo is really cute.

In the following week, Qu Linggong followed Zhang Junruo closely for a whole week on the grounds that he was seriously injured and unable to attend physical education and physical exercise classes. The more he learned, the more he felt that Zhang Junruo was a wonderful person.

At the beginning, through WeChat Moments, I already knew that he had a love for flowers and plants, and through my own observation, I discovered Zhang Junruo's many small hobbies.For example, on the playground, I would suddenly raise my head, look at the sky and clouds, and get lost for a while.

Another example is that they look very close and approachable, but they seem to keep a distance from everyone. If they don’t meet the basketball team of Class [-], they basically go around by themselves. When the sun is good, they will go to the top floor to listen to music and read books. When it's cold, he'll be alone in the backyard in a daze, as if he doesn't want to socialize with anyone too much, and doesn't need friends—a mysterious autistic child.Qu Linggong thought.

——If you want to be his friend, it is best to be unique.

It's actually easier to show your kindness to a person—give him his favorite food.

"Hey, Luo Keke." Qu Linggong poked Luo Keke's shoulder with his finger, "I have something to ask you." Luo Keke turned around, "What are you doing? Mr. Qu."

"There will be a tea party in two days, and we will prepare some favorite food for everyone..." Qu Linggong said now and thought about it.

"Isn't this what Luo Xiao wants?" Luo Keke asked with his head tilted.

"The autumn sports meeting is about to be held, and he is too busy. I will ask for him."

"Oh, just do as before, peanuts, nougat, pork shop, dried mango, shredded squid..."

"If Zhang Junruo transferred here in September this year, we didn't hold the orientation meeting, so we held it together. Do you know what Zhang Junruo likes to eat?" Finally got to the point.

"Junjun..." Luo Keke pondered for a moment, and she found that she could tell a thing or two about who in the class liked to eat, but only Zhang Junruo, she couldn't tell, so she whispered: "Really, I don't even know what he likes to eat, he doesn't even eat lunch, is he anorexic?"

"What did you say?"

"What did I say?" Luo Keke was taken aback.

"You said Zhang Junruo didn't even eat lunch..."

"Ah...yes...the time you misunderstood that Junjun would eat your lunch, I just wanted to say...I saw that he didn't eat lunch, and thought it was because of some difficulties at home, so he went out to eat with Feifei on purpose and gave Junjun his lunch... ...However, I later found out...that's not the case...probably because I don't like to eat..."

Qu Linggong: "..."

Thinking back to the scene of seeing Zhang Junruo on the roof of the teaching building, he was just holding a box of strawberry milk, without lunch...

Does he skip lunch?No wonder she is so thin, she can fly with one kick...

Why don't you eat lunch? High school students are growing up, so they don't eat lunch and only rely on a box of strawberry milk... Otherwise, he would be dizzy from hunger.

Ah... yes... seeing Zhang Junruo eating the fruit of the neem tree that day, wasn't it out of curiosity, but...hungry?

The image of the Eighth Route Army's Long March eating wild fruits and bark suddenly popped up in Qu Linggong's mind.

☆、Campus bullying

The topic stopped abruptly when Zhang Junruo walked into the classroom, Qu Linggong looked at Zhang Junruo's clothes from top to bottom.

The shoes are NIKE's black label on white.The backpack is the simple black of CONVERSE. Inside the half-open school uniform, there is a pure white T-shirt with no logo. The texture is very good, not like a street stall.

Thinking about it again, Xingyi Private Middle School is not a school where everyone can airborne, except for special students, other students' families are either rich or expensive, it is impossible for Zhang Junruo to be a poor kid who can't even afford lunch.So... is it really like what Luo Keke said... anorexia...

The brain quickly flashed back to the day when Zhang Junruo ate a nutritious meal. Although he ate politely, he was not picky eaters. He even picked up and ate the celery and carrots that he threw away every time...

What exactly is going on?Qu Linggong seemed to be in a fog.

"Junjun, what do you like to eat?" At some point, Luo Keke, who was always quick and unnerved, had floated to Zhang Junruo's side.

"Ah?" Zhang Junruo was a little taken aback.

"We're going to have a tea party next week, and we'll even have your welcome party together. We'll prepare some of what you like to eat." Luo Keke really couldn't pretend to be serious, and uttered all the nonsense that Qu Linggong made up casually. .

"Don't bother, I've been here for a long time, and it seems strange to hold a new orientation meeting now."

"That's right." Luo Keke was deeply impressed, and turned his head, "Qu Linggong, I think what Junjun said is right. It's been so long, what's new?"

Qu Linggong had black lines on his face.He muffled a reply.

Without finding out any news, Qu Linggong planned to order a box of strawberry milk first, and secretly put it in Zhang Junruo's desk every day, just like those little fans in the past.

Qu Linggong asked Luo Xiao for the key, and for the first time in his sophomore career, he arrived in the classroom at 6:[-], fiddling with a box of strawberry milk in his hand, hesitating what to write?After holding back for a long time, I wrote the word "morning"...

The students came one after another, Qu Linggong pretended to be reading, but in fact he paid close attention to every student who entered the door.

Zhang Junruo was carrying a black Converse bag on one shoulder, and walked in with his eyes downcast, expressionless.

how?Did you not sleep well yesterday?

"Hey, did you watch the BBS last night?" A girl in the front row whispered.

"I'm on it, I'm on it..."

"Did you read the anonymous post on the school's BBS...about cyber violence and campus bullying..."

"I saw it, I saw it... There is a screenshot below scolding our class..." The girl lowered her voice and pointed her chin towards Zhang Junruo.

What?Qu Linggong's heart shuddered.

Internet violence!Campus bullying!Qu Linggong listened to them as if Zhang Junruo had been bullied by the Internet.

Stretching his long and strong legs, Qu Linggong walked briskly to the side of the girls, "What post, show me." The girl looked up at Qu Linggong with burning eyes, angry eyebrows, and a little trepidation.One of the girls took out her phone and tapped it a few times before handing it to Qu Linggong.

This post is actually full of positive energy, mobilizing everyone to resist campus bullying, and explaining that campus bullying may not be just physical damage, and cyber violence should not be underestimated.There are many examples below, such as the ridicule and insults in the class group, the comments in Weibo comments... Some memories that have long been stranded suddenly flashed through Qu Linggong's mind.

Messages in Weibo comments...

Qu Linggong's fingertips felt cold, and he swiped his index finger downwards.A screenshot of Weibo jumped in front of my eyes.

Zhang Junruo's black fan for thousands of years: XXX is an actor, you have all been deceived by him.

Zhang Junruo's black fan for thousands of years: XXX is a scheming bitch!

Zhang Junruo has been a black fan for thousands of years: XXX will look coy, like a girl. "

Zhang Junruo has been a black fan for thousands of years: XXX especially likes to pretend to be B.On the surface, she pretends to be a human being, but in fact, she is evil behind the scenes. "

Zhang Junruo's black fans for thousands of years: When did you all become blind? How good is XXX, she looks like a vampire. "

Zhang Junruo's black fan for thousands of years: It's my son Shi Wushuang, don't make me sick. XXX is a little expert at pretending to be B. "

Zhang Junruo's black fan for thousands of years: Is there anyone more contrived than XXX in the world? "

……

A dozen or so non-stop comments were written by one person——Zhang Junruo, a million-year black fan

Qu Linggong could feel the deep malice through the screen.

Every sentence is like punching yourself hard, what is this?how so?This shit...

"Damn it, you idiot!" Qu Linggong roared, as if he was scolding himself at the time, or the person who posted the post.

The phone dropped on the girl's desk with a bang, and the girl grabbed it distressedly. She raised her head and glanced at Qu Linggong who had a terrifying expression on her face, but didn't dare to say anything.

Qu Linggong looked at Zhang Junruo, and saw that his expression was as usual.It's just that for some reason, there is a faint melancholy temperament.

He saw it?

Probably not yet.

He only loves flowers, plants, books and music, not surfing the Internet.

If someone owes you, let him see what to do.

Even I don't have the courage to read the pile of shit that I wrote again.

Qu Linggong took out his phone and rushed out of the classroom like an offline arrow.

First, I deleted all my Weibo comments in one go, and changed the ID name and avatar, and then complained to the bbs, asked the administrator to delete the post, but the processing time of the website was too long, Qu Linggong was in no hurry, and stood in the fourth class The door called Li Yun'an.

From Qu Linggong's incoherent narration, Li Yun'an roughly understood what Qu Linggong meant.

"Send me the URL of the post, and then, you go back to the classroom and have a good class."

Qu Linggong looked at Li Yun'an with a pair of phoenix eyes, like a pitiful little wolf dog.

"Got it, I'll fix it for you before lunch break."

After a whole morning of fidgeting and anxiety, the phone finally vibrated slightly - it was Li Yun'an's WeChat message.

Kishi: Done.

Rolling Red: Yunan, (compare heart)

Kishi: (sweating)

Rolling Red: How did you do it?

Shore: Find a hacker.

Gun Gunhong: It's amazing, where can I find it.

An: My cousin Lan Ke is a hacker.

Gun Gunhong: I want to invite him to dinner.

Kishi: Let's talk when we have time.

A meteorite seemed to pass through layers of the atmosphere, and finally sank into the deep sea without any casualties. Qu Linggong felt that he handled it in a timely manner, minimized the damage of cyber violence to Zhang Junruo, and saved the possibility of riding the wind and waves with Zhang Junruo in the future—— The boat of friendship.

☆、Ruoruo is crying

"nice shot!"

"Pretty!"

The football field was occupied by the third graders. Qu Linggong and a few boys chose a small open space in the backyard, used the wall as a goal, and kicked the ball happily.

While running, he pointed out Jiangshan and commanded all the staff.The warm autumn sun is bright and warm, and there is a tinge of coolness in the wind, which makes people feel refreshed. It may be that they have been suppressed for too long recently, and the released motor cells are jumping for joy. Qu Linggong kicked quickly, beautifully and comfortably.

"Hey, what's the match?" Qu Linggong asked goalkeeper Ma Zhiyuan.

"5-2."

Qu Linggong squinted one eye, pointed his index finger evilly, and challenged Han Guangyu: "Today I will let you sing Conquer."

The players in the same group did not pass the ball well. In order to cut off the opponent's fierce attack, they had to shoot obliquely at a tricky angle.Qu Linggong came out of the crowd, ran with all his strength, turned around, stopped, and shot a long shot with all his strength.

This time the rabbit rose and the falcon fell, and there was a muffled sound, and someone fell to the ground in response.

The few who were close were dumbfounded and quickly gathered together. Seeing this, Qu Linggong was terrified. The school stipulates that football is not allowed to be played on other grounds.Don't be a teacher in this school...

With long legs, he galloped, and came up to the front with a few steps, and pushed aside the crowd, Qu Linggong was stunned for a while.why you?

"I'm so stupid!" Is this a trick of good fortune?

Looking at Zhang Junruo, whose right cheek was gray and slightly swollen, being lifted up by Ma Zhiyuan, Qu Linggong wanted to yell at him for the impermanence of fate, the unpredictable nature, and the fact that he didn't have eyes when he shot, and said angrily, "Damn it... ..."

The speaker didn't mean to listen and the listener meant it. Qu Linggong knew he was scolding himself, but Zhang Junruo didn't know.When Zhang Junruo heard this curse, he raised his eyes in shock, and something flickered in his eyes, which was fleeting.

Qu Linggong, who was staring at Zhang Junruo closely, seemed to have received something, but before he could figure it out, Zhang Junruo had put on his usual calm and quiet expression, lowered his eyelids, trembling his eyelashes, and said heartily, "It's okay, I'm fine."

Just as Qu Linggong was about to step forward to help him, he saw that Zhang Junruo had withdrawn his arm and walked towards the door of the teaching building silently.

A big guy, what can he do if he is hit by a ball, everyone sees that Zhang Junruo has nothing to do and he leaves.Han Guangyu shouted at Qu Linggong who was standing there in a daze: "Ling'er, why are you in a daze, hurry up, won't you wait for me to sing Conquer?"

Watching Zhang Junruo walk into the gate of the teaching building, Qu Linggong turned his head, "You guys play." Throwing down these words, he ran to the teaching building with an anxious face, leaving his companions on the playground looking at each other in astonishment.

Not in the infirmary, not in the classroom, not on the roof, where did it go?

Walking out of the back door of the teaching building, a familiar figure and a familiar scene came into view at the same time.

Zhang Junruo stood silently under the neem tree, staring up at the crown of the neem tree, for a long time, the two sides were silent.

The old tree and Zhang Junruo seemed to form a kind of field, the surrounding things receded together, and even time and space seemed to freeze.

The breeze swayed the branches and leaves, making a rustling sound. Zhang Junruo looked at the old tree. The scene made people feel like two friends who had forgotten their age, and they met again after going through the years.Quietly talking to each other about all the things after parting, inexplicably makes people feel sad.

Zhang Junruo swallowed the sweetness in his mouth, something sparkled in his clear eyes, and the moment he lowered his eyes, it flew across his smooth cheeks like a meteor, and landed with a thud.

——No way, Qu Linggong felt a throbbing pain in his heart, and there was an impulse in his heart, he really wanted to run over and hug Zhang Junruo, comforting him in a gentle voice.However, what position does Young Master Qu have to do this? There is a gap between him and Zhang Junruo at this moment, and there is a tendency to drift away.

His legs seemed to be rooted to the ground, and he clenched his fingers tightly without moving.

Looking at Zhang Junruo again, there was nothing in those eyes, and the tears in Zhang Junruo's eyes seemed to be a momentary illusion.However, he just felt something uncertain, inch by inch, unstoppably dim, extinguished, and cold.

Zhang Junruo lowered his head, the corners of his mouth slightly twitched, a sad smile appeared, and then disappeared.However, he was still captured by Qu Linggong.

——Can Zhang Junruo laugh?Qu Linggong searched his memory. Although he was gentle and easy to get along with, it seemed that he had never seen him smile.

Qu Linggong, who had always wanted to see Zhang Junruo's different expressions, suddenly saw Zhang Junruo's smile today, and felt that it was a heartache and palpitation that he couldn't bear.

It was as if the whole heart was being held in someone's hand and kneaded fiercely, Qu Linggong was so painful that his breathing became stagnant.

I don't know how long it took, like a century, Zhang Junruo knelt down silently, picked up a dry branch, dug a small hole next to the root of the neem tree, took out something from his pocket, and put it in his palm After staring at it for a while, he buried the little thing in the small hole with great care, and spread the soil on it carefully, and flattened it inch by inch with his white fingers, bringing a certain A sense of solemn ceremony, as pious as burying a friend with your own hands.

What messages were exchanged between him and the tree?

What secret does he have with that tree?

What did he bury in the dirt under the tree?

He was letting that tree keep that secret?

Qu Linggong thought wistfully.

That was Zhang Junruo's inner world, but now, he is so condescending that he has no room for him...

In the evening, Qu Ling Gongku sat at the table.The backlit alarm clock on the table shows the time: 10:25.

Today, the scene of Zhang Junruo under the neem tree was so shocking that it kept replaying in Qu Linggong's mind infinitely.

--He cried?No way?Maybe it's just my own illusion.If you get hit by a ball, you don't need to cry.Zhang Junruo is just like herself, not a girl...

But what is it that flickers and falls?Is it the refraction of light?

The place where we played football today was on the edge of the playground. There were no people on the playground in the afternoon, so it was unnatural for him to suddenly appear there...

Qu Linggong was startled by the thought that flashed through his mind for a moment—he came to find me?

——Then, he quickly denied his own thoughts, he and Zhang Junruo are now in a rhythm of never getting in touch with each other.

Recognizing the reality once again, Qu Linggong let out a long sigh.

Thinking that Zhang Junruo dug out the idle mobile phone that had not been used for a long time from the drawer, and opened Zhang Junruo Xingkong's profile picture with a little hesitation.There was an update in Moments, just an hour ago.

No pictures, only text.

——Waving goodbye to you.

Looking at the short six words, Qu Linggong was at a loss for words.There was a faint sadness and inexplicable despair in my heart.

Turning back and forth on the bed, tossing and turning in my heart, I finally pressed a few words.

Yingri Lotus: Zhang Junruo, are you asleep?

After a few minutes, the phone's notification sounded, and Qu Linggong was shocked.

Xingkong: No, Teacher Zhou.

Yingri Lotus: I've been busy recently, so I don't have time to chat with you.How are you?Are you getting used to high school life?Have bad students bullied you?

The phone was silent for a few seconds.This subtle pause made Qu Linggong feel guilty. He remembered Zhang Junruo's bad words and deeds when he first transferred here.

The message beep sounds again.

Xingkong: None.Thank you Mr. Zhou, I am fine.

Yingri Lotus: If you have something on your mind, you can talk to the teacher.Don't hold back.

Starry Sky: Teacher Zhou.

Yingri Lotus: Yes.

Qu Linggong looked at the message displayed on the chat box—the other party was typing...inexplicably nervous and guilty.I thought: Wearing this "Teacher Zhou" vest, I might get a glimpse into Zhang Junruo's inner world.

After more than ten seconds, Zhang Junruo only sent a short question: What do you think will never change in this world?

What is constant?

This, this question is too literary.

How to answer...

A few words jumped into my mind - diamonds, diamonds are forever, a diamond will last forever.

Real gold, didn't the ancients often say that love is stronger than gold, and real gold is not afraid of fire?

However, it seems that it is not suitable for the personality of "Teacher Zhou".She should be the kind of middle-aged and elderly women who like lotus, like the head teacher Chen Fang.If it was Chen Fang, how should I answer this question?

Qu Linggong's brow was dripping with sweat, his mind was spinning, and he just wanted to knock on it in a regular manner - the love of parents is forever.

The other party has already sent a message: Sorry, Mr. Zhou, let me just talk about it.It's too late, you should go to bed early.

Qu Linggong wiped off his sweat and breathed a sigh of relief.Deleted half of the writing - parental love is forever...

Even if Zhang Junruo faced this person who was affectionately called "Teacher Zhou", he was also distant and polite, restrained and reserved, unwilling to reveal his heart...

After a few perfunctory words, he said good night, Qu Linggong suffered from insomnia that night...

He thought over and over in his mind—if he answered this question himself, how could he give Zhang Junruo a satisfactory answer...

After all, what is eternal in this world? .

☆, shameless especially

During the lunch break, Qu Linggong poked the cherry meat in the green plastic box with chopsticks, and messed up the rice sticky with the orange soup.

I had insomnia last night, and now my stomach feels like it's on fire.This chain reaction was all because Zhang Junruo asked him a very sad and realistic question.

——In this world, what will never change?

After repeated thinking, the young man who has always been generous and unrestrained feels that he has aged ten years overnight.Nothing is permanent, only change is permanent.

Even diamonds can be cut, real gold can be melted, nothing stays the same.Such a simple truth is played out in this world every day, but I don't realize it...

Looking up and looking out the window, the sky was gloomy, it seemed that it was going to rain again, Zhang Junruo wouldn't be going to the rooftop.This season, if there is no sunshine, the roof will be very cold...

Behind him, Ma Zhiyuan hooked Qu Linggong's neck, "Ling'er, why are you so unlovable, look at this box of lunch that you ruined."

Qu Linggong broke free from his restraint, and lay down on the table wearily, "I discovered the essence of the world..."

After being stunned for a second, Ma Zhiyuan laughed "ah ha ha ha ha".

"What? Have you communicated with the Trisolarans? Have you discovered that the universe is actually eleven-dimensional?"

Qu Linggong said weakly: "Impermanence means eternity..."

Han Guangyu was carrying the empty lunch box, and was about to deliver it to the white plastic box, when Ma Zhiyuan stopped him, "Guangyu, come, come, come quickly, and see if our Ling'er has taken the wrong medicine..."

Han Guangyu walked closer, looked at Qu Linggong, "It's going to rain, he wilts when it rains... very accurate, comparable to old cold legs..."

Yan Su also came over and complained: "This day's sincerity makes people disillusioned, and I feel very depressed..."

"Isn't autumn here like this? In a few days, the westerly wind will wither the green trees last night, and I will go up to the tall buildings and wear long johns silently." Ma Zhiyuan said.

Everyone couldn't help laughing, even Qu Linggong shrugged his shoulders.

Ma Zhiyuan looked at his watch: "There are still 20 minutes before class, why don't we play 'Big Adventure' for a while to refresh our minds."

Yan Su hesitated, "I can't mention putting soap in the Mediterranean teacup or writing a love letter to Yuan Xian..."

"Pfft—you're the only one who can come up with such a bad move." Ma Zhiyuan said.

There were more than a dozen people in the classroom, their eyes lit up when they heard this, and it was hard to describe their excitement.

Qu Linggong propped his head off the table, "Okay, let's change our mood."

In the first round, Han Guangyu lost, and Yan Su set the question.

Yan Su regretted what he said just now - he couldn't put soap in Nie Shuhai's teacup and write a love letter to Yuan Xian.After pondering for a long time, he said, "Then write a love letter to Nie Shuhai."

There was a burst of laughter all around, and the girls were shaking with laughter.

"Hey, I'll go - Yan Su, can you hurt me a little more?" Han Guangyu said angrily.

An anonymous letter full of compliments, its operability and aftermath after being caught are still worthy of challenge.

A group of people gathered behind Han Guangyu, watching him try his best to change the font, and deliberately wrote in a childish and naive font that pretended to be cute—Mr. Nie Shuhai, I have admired your talent for a long time.You are knowledgeable about the past and the present, and you have read a lot of books. You are as admirable as a cedar on the top of a mountain. My admiration for you is out of control...

After writing the signature, he paused, and heard a group of muffled laughs covering their mouths behind him.Gritting his teeth, he wrote: I love your student Xiao H.

A group of people behind them seemed to have been struck by lightning, hugging their shoulders and trembling.Han Guangyu explained: "There are many kinds of love. I just love Nie Shuhai's talent. Is it swollen?"

Han Guangyu walked into the office, passed by Nie Shuhai's desk, and found that Nie Shuhai was not in the office.

marvelous!He took a math exercise book, walked around Nie Shuhai's desk, and pretended to ask the math teacher Jin Yang a math problem.Jin Yang's face showed fear.

The steps to solve this question are quite simple. As soon as Jin Yang talked about the idea, Han Guangyu quickly replied that he understood.Jin Yang thought to himself, it was clear at one point, and it didn't take up too much of his rest time.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Han Guangyu quickly stuffed the "love letter" into a thick book on the desk when he passed Nie Shuhai's desk.

"Successful, scattered flowers!" The girls followed Han Guangyu back to the classroom, and praised Han Guangyu's calmness.

There are still 10 minutes to look at the watch, and there is another round of "big adventure". There are more and more students in the classroom.

Zhang Junruo walked in at some point, ignored the noise and excitement in the classroom, and sat quietly in a corner of the classroom.Qu Linggong sent Zhang Junruo to his seat with his eyes, and quickly turned his head back. He suddenly felt a little nervous and uncomfortable playing some stupid "big adventure" in the classroom with Zhang Junruo.

All this caught Ma Zhiyuan who was standing beside him.Ma Zhiyuan has long seen the clues that Qu Linggong and Zhang Junruo can't understand each other...

Qu Ling Gong lost this round.The author of the question is Ma Zhiyuan.Ma Zhiyuan shook his head with a smirk.

"Come on, what's the topic? It's not enough to put wall dust in Yuan Xian's teacup! I regard death as home."

"Hehe, come on, so good, my topic is guaranteed not to be as bad as Yan Su..." Ma Zhiyuan laughed.

When everyone saw Ma Zhiyuan stepping up to the podium in two steps and digging out a big, dusty round clock from under the podium, everyone looked astonished, wondering what kind of medicine Ma Zhiyuan was selling in his gourd.Qu Linggong faintly had an ominous premonition, thinking: This guy has so many tricks, it must not be a good thing.

Ma Zhiyuan dusted off the round clock and put it in Qu Linggong's arms.

"What are you doing?" Qu Linggong asked.

"Hold this in your arms, and I will designate two people. You hold this clock and ask people what time it is. They will pass the test if they answer the time on the dial." Ma Zhiyuan explained.

"puff--"

"Pfft——" There were uncontrollable laughter in the classroom, one after another.

"This is too boring, ahahahaha——"

"It's interesting—"

"No, I can't bear to look at—"

Surrounded by people who eat melons gloating, Qu Linggong's head is full of black lines, this is too boring, let me dignified Qu Linggong, holding such a big clock in my arms, and asking everyone what time it is, isn't this a sham Do you realize that you are a fool?

Thanks to Ma Zhiyuan, a cunning and boring guy, he could come up with such a 2B question.It's extremely boring, especially shameless, and it's extremely lacking in intelligence and ability, so it can't be added.

Seeing that Qu Linggong was in a daze and didn't respond, Ma Zhiyuan jokingly said, "What's the matter? Ling'er, do you want to confess?"

The arrow is on the string and has to be launched. Han Guangyu has written all the "love letters" to the Mediterranean Sea. He is quite boring and shameless. From the perspective of operability, it is still very easy to complete.Qu Linggong's thoughts were flying, and the abacus in his heart was ping-pong.

Qu Linggong shrugged, "Come on, who will be the first?"

☆、A fool is short of class three~

"Class Five, Fu Leilei."

Ma Zhiyuan folded his hands on his chest, as if he had already made up his mind.

When Qu Linggong heard it, his teeth itch with hatred. This question implies an indescribable cunning and cunning, not even friends who know him well can't mention it.

Who is Fu Leilei?Fu Leilei is a well-known Meng Lang fan girl in her grade, with a hot personality, straightforward and defiant.

In the first year of high school, Qu Linggong was in the dark, and almost every class came to the third class Menku to greet Qu Linggong.Delivering water, food, fruit, and sometimes flowers, with a bold style and straightforward language.

Later, he changed his course for some reason, and joined Guo Xuanyu in the eleventh class, and treated Qu Linggong as if he had abandoned his shoes overnight, dismissing him, it seemed like——Why did I lose my titanium alloy dog ​​eyes back then, and fell in love with you? look.

Qu Linggong was really puzzled for a while, but thinking of such a flirtatious girl who turns her face like a book, it's good to get rid of her fans as soon as possible.

Now that I mention this one, I still have to hold a big clock by myself, and go to Class Five to ask her about such a stupid thing... Not to mention the degree of embarrassment, it is unimaginable, and the name of this stupid will float out of Class Three from now on, and it will be passed on to her. All over China...

Qu Linggong thought of the two hundred and five names that Luo Keke had given their class WeChat group - a branch of red apricot goes out of three classes, and it may be changed to a silly quail in the future.

Pointing to the best bad friend with his index finger, Qu Linggong gritted his teeth, "Ma Zhiyuan, you are cruel..."

"It's just a little joke. It's a big deal. If you don't play, just throw in the towel." Ma Zhiyuan said kindly.

"..."

Seeing that Qu Linggong calmed down, everyone pulled off his blue and white school uniform jacket, stuffed the huge round clock into the clothes, raised his hand and hooked his index fingers at a few girls handsomely, and strode out of the classroom with great strides.

Qu Linggong seduces a few good-hearted girls, and follows Qu Linggong as witnesses.

Qu Linggong stood quietly at the back door of Class [-] classroom, and called softly, "Fu Leilei."

Fu Leilei's new hairstyle looks like Cleopatra, straight and neat, with a lollipop stuffed in her cheek, her face is crooked, and she turns her head in amazement.

--Huh?The former idol - now - is lying on the ground - Qu Linggong.

He walked to the back door of the classroom suspiciously, frowning in confusion: "Why?"

Qu Linggong gently opened the zipper, Fu Leilei's eyes widened in shock.

"We live by the clock, what time is it?"

Fu Leilei digested Qu Linggong's words, and looked back at the round clock hanging on the school motto in a daze, "12:55."

Qu Linggong pointed to the clock in his arms, "What about me?"

"7:18..."

"I stayed in the morning, thank you." Qu Linggong turned his head and left.Not far away, a few girls covered their mouths and tiptoed back to Class [-] classroom.Fu Leilei was left with a dazed face, "Why did you hide the clock in your arms when you asked the time? It made my mother so excited, I thought I was showing my abdominal muscles and mermaid lines..."

Qu Linggong successfully completed the task.Although it was full of loopholes, at least it didn't make the teachers and students in the school feel that they were stupid.

"There are 5 minutes left, hurry up, who is the last one?" Qu Linggong asked awe-inspiringly.

He thought to himself, according to this degree of difficulty, the next one must be the teacher, he is already ready to go to the office to play tricks, and the worst thing is to repeat the old tricks.

Unexpectedly, the corner of Ma Zhiyuan's mouth curled into a smirk.She moved her index finger horizontally, as if saying "tooyoungtoosimple", and uttered a few words clearly with her thick lips: "Our class—Zhang Junruo!"

My idiot - my idiot - my idiot - Qu Linggong's pupils constricted immediately, did he hear correctly?Zhang Junruo?

This stupid act happened when Zhang Junruo