sleep in your heart

When the school bell rang, You Zeyi sighed.

He didn't know whether he was relieved because the exam was finally over, or because he felt helpless at his own stupidity.

A set of test papers, Zheng Zhi who was next to him, had already finished answering them. You Ze noticed that he stuffed the papers aside after finishing writing, and started to work on the questions with the workbook.

It's like that for others, but it's another situation for him.

A problem, calculation for a long time, dawdling, finally do not know whether the pen is right or wrong.

For the big questions in the back, there were still two empty questions until the final handing in, which was useless.

The papers were passed from the last row to the front, and after everyone had handed in the papers, the teacher counted them and confirmed that there were a lot of papers, announced that school was over, and left with the papers in hand.

Zheng Zhi was still the same, leaving only with this exercise book, and You Ze lay down on the table in a daze, not wanting to move, it was like an in-class exam that had exhausted all his energy up.

The people in the classroom were almost gone, Zhou Tong packed his schoolbags, looked back mischievously, and found that You Zeyi hadn't left yet.

He took a piece of paper and a pen, ran to Zheng Zhi's seat, and sat down firmly.

You Zeyi was taken aback, thinking that Zheng Zhi forgot to bring something and came back, but when he turned around, he found that it was Zhou Tong.

"What are you doing?" You Ze had an inexplicable resistance to Zhou Tong, as long as the distance between him and him was within one meter, he felt that everything was wrong.

"It has nothing to do with you." Zhou Tong spread the paper on the table, and began to tilt his head to copy the names of those exercise books that Zheng Zhi didn't take away from the table.

You Ze looked at him listlessly, and asked in puzzlement, "Why are you so interested in his exercise book?"

"Do you know who he is?" Zhou Tong glanced at You Zeyi with disgust, "Look at the questions that the master usually does, follow the master, it's always right."

You Ze took a glance at Zheng Zhi's workbook. Apart from the few books issued by the school, there are indeed others, but he hasn't even understood the few books from the school. Even if he thinks what Zhou Tong said makes sense, I don't even bother to do anything else.

"Who is he?" You Ze remembered that he met Zheng Zhi at the school gate in the evening. At that time, the other party was looking at the red list like him. He knew that Zheng Zhi was a repeat student. It seemed that many people in the class knew Zheng Zhi before. But You Zeyi is a foreigner after all, and knows nothing about this place.

"God of learning!" Zhou Tong finished copying, put on the cap of his pen, carefully put away the piece of paper, and said, "You transferred from outside, it's normal if you don't know, Zheng Zhi can be regarded as a legend of our eleventh high school." In the second year of high school, taking the college entrance examination results is enough to enter a prestigious school. In the third year of high school, every mock exam, the total score is the top three in the grade. Do you know what it means to be the top three in our school?"

"What does it mean?"

Zhou Tong stared at You Ze, then smiled helplessly: "You are so stupid!"

He stood up amidst the doubts on You Zeyi's face, returned to his seat, picked up his schoolbag and asked him, "Should I go? I didn't ask you that day, why did you come to live on campus?"

You Zeyi didn't want to go with him, but it just so happened that the life committee member who was in charge of locking the door every day also stood up with his schoolbag on his back, urging the two of them to go out quickly.

You Zeyi had no choice but to walk out with Zhou Tong's arms around his neck.

"Tsk, talk!" Seeing that You Zeyi remained silent, Zhou Tong rolled his eyes helplessly, "I'm really convinced, it's because I don't sit at your table, or I will be suffocated to death."

You Zeyi pushed him away, carried his schoolbag on his back, and walked out of the teaching building quickly.

Zhou Tong snorted behind him, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and followed him out unsteadily.

Knowing that he couldn't keep up with other people's study progress, You Ze returned to the dormitory one by one and went to the self-study room with a few exercise books.

Today's in-class exam made him feel particularly uncomfortable. At the beginning of next month, it will be the first monthly exam in the third grade of senior high school. He is very afraid of disappointing his aunt and uncle.

He was even more afraid of disappointing his dead mother.

Sometimes people rely on one breath to support their lives, and what sustains him to work hard here is the expectations of those who care about him.

You Zeyi especially hopes that one day he can show his mother a beautiful admission notice, which can be regarded as an explanation for her and himself.

In the summer self-study room, the windows on both walls are wide open, and all kinds of small flying insects are flying around around the lamp tube like headless. From time to time, they circle around in front of a few scattered students, disturbing people's mind.

There is no air-conditioning in the room, only a big fan whistling and shaking its head to blow the wind. Gusts of hot air caressed You Zeyi's face, and a drop of sweat fell off after a while.

He frowned, bit his fingers, read the question twice, thought for a moment, and then wrote.

Later, You Zeyi discovered that his life was just like these practice questions, and the blank spaces would always be filled in, but it wasn't until he turned to the end to see the correct answer that he suddenly realized that he had already made a wrong idea when he wrote the pen.

When You Ze returned to the dormitory, it was already past the time to turn off the lights, but several roommates were still awake, three of them were still playing games with their mobile phones, one was repairing an MP3 with a charging lamp on, and several others were talking on the bed , Some people have already lay down and don't know if they are asleep.

You Zeyi has lived here for a few days, but he is not very familiar with each other. He just knows each other's names. He is not the kind of person who likes to socialize, and he doesn't deliberately want to get closer to anyone.

He put down the exercise book, took out his washbasin and toiletries from under the bed, went out softly, and went to the bathroom opposite to wash his face and brush his teeth.

Although the dormitory management is very strict, in fact, there are not many people on the whole floor who go to bed on time, and the busiest time is often after the lights are turned off.

When You Zeyi was washing up, he met Zhou Tong again, the other party raised his eyebrows at him, and after washing his face, he shook the water on You Zeyi's body like a mischief.

You Ze gave him a disgusted look, ignored him, and returned to his dormitory after washing.

When he entered, the gamers had already put away their mobile phones and were chatting casually.

"That little bitch in the liberal arts class got beaten up again today."

"I said Sun Ou and the others are really enough, and they can't just catch someone and bully them endlessly."

"Who made him unlucky."

You Ze put the basin away, tidied up a bit, and went to bed.

He slept on the upper bunk, and after he got up, he lay flat, without any sleepiness, and looked at the ceiling of the house with his eyes open.

Those few people were still chatting: "Hey, do you think that little bitch really likes men?"

"Like a little girl, she knows how to cry when she is beaten up, she is more like a girl than the girls in our class, I think it is almost the same."

"It's amazing hey."

Hearing what they said, You Ze turned over.

He knew who these people were talking about. Their school is a key science school in the city. There are only two liberal arts classes in each grade, both of which are large classes. There are more than 100 students in each class, but the number of boys is so small that they can be counted on one hand. And the so-called "little bitch" they were talking about was one of those few boys, named Ning Lu. You Zeyi had never met him, but during the few days he lived in this dormitory, he could hear his roommate chatting almost every day. up him.

He doesn't like roommates who gossip all the time. What does other people's lives have to do with them?Always judge others, but who has the right to judge others?

You Zeyi took out the earplugs from under the pillow, plugged them up, rubbed against the bed again, pressed his forehead against the wall, and closed his eyes.

As expected, the papers for the physics quiz were handed out, and You Zeyi's papers were horrible.

He felt that he was ashamed as never before, and he didn't want to admit that he was stupid, but he really studied hard, but it was still the same result.

He took the paper from the class representative, glanced at it, folded it up and pressed it under the book, and was agitated when he saw Zheng Zhi's paper was also placed on the table.

Zheng Zhi went to the toilet, but he was not on his seat at the moment. You Zeyi craned his neck curiously to look, and found that he also got a few questions right.

The teacher only judged the test papers of the in-class test and did not give marks, but the contrast was stark and tragic enough.

You Zeyi lay prone on the table, not even wanting to raise his head.

Before the class bell rang, Zheng Zhi walked into the classroom. When he got back to his seat, he saw You Ze lying motionless on the table. He thought this guy was asleep, and as soon as the class bell rang, he stretched out his hand to pat him gently. Pat the other person on the shoulder: "Class is over."

You Zeyi was patted and shivered.

Zheng Zhi, who was not doing well at first, was taken aback by his shock, and asked him, "What's wrong? Did it scare you?"

"No, no." You Ze came to sit down together, seeing Zheng Zhi holding the paper in his hand, he felt even more uncomfortable.

Sometimes You Zeyi wondered if he should have studied liberal arts in the first place. When he was a sophomore in high school, everyone said that he was not partial to arts and sciences, and he could study any one. They also suggested that he choose science. Or a wider choice of jobs.

At that time, You Zeyi didn't have any thoughts on his own, and neither did his mother, but his father didn't care about these things at all.

Later, he gradually started to struggle academically, but You Ze repeatedly wanted to transfer to liberal arts, but was told that it was too late. In short, he was pushed forward all those years, confused, not knowing what he wanted, nor knowing what he wanted. What choice should be made.

But no matter how hard he worked in the past, he still felt that he was not so bad that he could not be saved. Now he finally understands that the reason why he was blindly confident at that time was entirely because he was still a frog at the bottom of the well, and he only saw things in the elementary school in his small county. My classmates, but I don't know that there are heaven and man outside the sky and there are people outside the sky.

All the pressure from all sides hit, making You Zeyi feel a little out of breath.

The physics teacher walked into the classroom on time. She stood on the podium and said to everyone: "Take out the papers and give you half an hour to correct the mistakes, and then we will talk about it."

You Ze frowned and reluctantly took the paper out of the book, and spread it out again, covering the place where he was marked with a red cross, and it was indeed invisible at first glance, but it seemed to be flowing The red cross like a bloody wound had already hit his heart.

Wrong is wrong, stupid is stupid.

You Zeyi held the pen and drew marks on the places where he made mistakes, as if treating an enemy, with more and more force, until the paper was torn in the end.

Zheng Zhi next to him felt something was wrong, turned to look at him, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

You Zeyi stopped his movements and shook his head.

Zheng Zhi glanced at You Zeyi's test paper, and after a while, he said, "Is there anyone who can't? I can tell you first."