The next morning, Song Mian walked out of the room with a pair of panda eyes.

Aunt Dong was shocked: "Young master didn't rest yesterday, okay? Do you want to ask for leave today and take a break so that you don't go to school?"

"It's fine." Song Mian shook her head, yawned and sat at the table to eat breakfast.

He couldn't eat it without taking a few bites.

"Morning, young master. Didn't young master sleep well yesterday?" Lu Yu's dark circles were not obvious, but his expression was very bad. Aunt Dong just finished worrying about Song Mian, and when she turned her head to see Lu Yu, she became worried again.

Lu Yu nodded, didn't say anything, and sat across from Song Mian to eat, and suddenly found that Song Mian had been eating with his head down, and ignored him.

It's completely different from before, when I would say "morning" to him with a smile.

Lu Yu said softly, "Morning. Did you not sleep well yesterday?"

"En." Song Mian replied, but still didn't look up.

Thinking of what he said last night, Lu Yu pursed his thin lips slightly.

Did Song Mian not like what he said?So I started to distance myself from him.

Sure enough, I was too anxious.

On the way to school, the two didn't say a word, and the atmosphere was so weird that the driver didn't dare to speak.

"Song Mian." When he was about to enter the school, Lu Yu stopped him, "Have you got your phone?"

"Take it." Song Mian didn't look back, left two words and walked into the school quickly.

The pace was so fast that Lu Yu couldn't help catching up with him and grabbing his wrist.

Song Mian struggled subconsciously.

His movement woke up Lu Yu.

He let go of his hand quickly, facing Song Mian's slightly panicked look, Lu Yu's voice tightened, "Sorry."

"It's fine." Song Mian smiled at him, and returned to his usual appearance: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

Then why are you ignoring me.

Lu Yu didn't ask this question, he just looked down at Song Mian calmly for a long time.

The young man standing in front of him dodged his eyes and didn't dare to meet him. At last, he turned around and stammered, "I, back, back to the classroom."

Song Mian's ears were stained with a layer of crimson, and this layer of redness spread to his cheeks, and when he was finally noticed, he raised his hand to cover his cheeks, trying to cover up the abnormal redness.

Lu Yu laughed softly, the gloom in his heart was swept away, and he walked into the classroom with Song Mian.

"The school is holding a sports meeting. Those who participate, hurry up and sign up for me." In the classroom, Xiao Xiao is now on the podium, holding a registration form in one hand, and shouting with a loudspeaker in the other, for fear that the people in the classroom will pretend not to hear.

The students wailed: "Is it okay if you don't participate?"

"Old Zhao said that everyone participates in one event. It doesn't matter if you don't get the ranking. The important thing is that everyone should have the spirit of sports! Exercise more and you will be in good health!" Xiao Xiao said seriously, seeing Song Mian , immediately smiled: "Song Mian, do you want to sign up?"

"Give me 800 meters." Jiang Yilei rolled up his sleeves, raised his hands and said, "I'll tell you what a windy man is."

Xiao Xiao wrote his name: "Remember what you said, don't retreat before you start running."

"I'll report 500 meters." A voice suddenly sounded in his ear, Xiao Xiao thought he heard it wrong, blinked in disbelief, and asked the owner of the voice: "Are you sure about 500 meters?"

Song Mian looked thin, and he didn't look like he could run 500 meters at all. Xiao Xiao originally wanted to suggest him to run 200 meters, but he didn't expect him to run 500 meters.

"Sure." Song Mian smiled, "I can run."

He used to exercise every day in reality. Although he seldom exercises here, Song Mian is in good health. He also exercises at home in his spare time, so running is not difficult.

Xiao Xiao signed up, his eyes fell on Lu Yu and turned away for a moment, automatically thinking that he definitely didn't want to sign up, and just about to ask someone else, Lu Yu said in a low voice: "I will also sign up for [-]."

Xiao Xiao smiled happily: "Lao Zhao was worried that no one in our class would report for 500 meters before, but now there is no need to worry at all."

With the participation of Lu Yu and Song Mian, several more people signed up.

During lunch, Song Mian had already convinced himself.

It didn't matter who Lu Yu was looking at through him. After all, he had nothing to do with Lu Yu, so he didn't need to care about it, and there was no need to be inexplicably sullen.

*

There was no need for evening self-study on Friday afternoon. After school, Zhang Zhicheng went back to his home. He opened the door and saw a relative's child jumping up and down on the sofa. He frowned, and a look of irritability flashed in his eyes.

"Are you back?" Mother Zhang smiled at him, "Go back to your room and do your homework."

Zhang Zhicheng suppressed his anger and let out a "huh" and walked towards the room.

As soon as he opened the door, he found that his room was in a mess. Another child of a relative was stepping on his clothes, grabbing his things, and smiling at him.

Zhang Zhicheng was completely blown up. He pulled the child up in an instant, pushed him out of the door, and said through gritted teeth, "Don't just come into my room and look through my things. Who let him in? Did you get my permission?"

"I let it, I let it, the child insisted on going in, I thought you didn't have anything important inside, so I let him in." Hearing that he was angry, Zhang's mother quickly stood up and explained.

Zhang Zhicheng had a cold face, and didn't want to say anything more to Zhang's mother, so he turned around and slammed the door shut with a "bang".

He slowly tidied up the messy things on the ground, and suddenly found a gift box on the ground, which was already empty, and the gift in it didn't know where to go.

Zhang Zhicheng was taken aback, and after realizing his reaction, he rushed out of the room, grabbed the child who was still dancing excitedly and pulled him to the gift box, his eyes were scarlet red: "Where's the thing? Where's the thing inside?"

He yelled angrily, and Zhang's mother and relatives ran over in shock, fearing that he would beat the child.

"Oh, I just came to your room to play, why are you so angry?"

"It's terrible, you child, you don't have any elders in your eyes. You are still yelling at children, which will scare children."

The relative said a few words in a strange way.

Zhang Zhi pretended to be a relative farting, pretending not to hear, and continued to stare at the child.

"Here." The child was not frightened by Zhang Zhicheng's gaze. He took out the things in his pocket and handed them to Zhang Zhicheng, smiling very happily: "The candy is here, and there is something hidden under the candy. I found it, my brother praised me!"

Zhang Zhicheng thought to himself, I'm praising you, I wish I hadn't hung you up and beat you up.He snatched the big candy angrily, packed it up and put it back in the gift box.

This was the last gift Miao Mianmian gave him before his death. Although it was just a piece of candy, he liked it very much.

Fortunately, the child didn't eat the candy, otherwise...

From the corner of the eye, Zhang Zhicheng suddenly saw the watch in the child's hand. Zhang Zhicheng froze, snatched the watch and stuffed it into his pocket. He lowered his voice and asked, "Where did you get the watch?"

"I found it under the candy." The child pouted: "I told my brother just now, but you ignore me, brother."

"Go out and don't touch my things casually. Mom, don't let anyone enter my room casually in the future."

Zhang Zhicheng pushed everyone out, closed the door and sat at the table, his chest heaving continuously.

After a while, he gradually calmed down, took out the watch in his pocket, and looked at it carefully for a long time.

Miao Mianmian's smiling face couldn't help appearing in his mind, Zhang Zhicheng laughed, the laughter was mixed with helplessness and bitterness: "Mianmian..."

Holding the watch strap tightly with his fingers, Zhang Zhicheng took a deep breath, originally wanted to put it back into the gift box, but after thinking about it, he stuffed the watch into the back of the cabinet, and then stared blankly at the photo of Miao Mianmian and him. up.

In the end, as if breaking down, Zhang Zhicheng caressed the smiling girl in the photo and murmured, "I'm sorry..., I'm sorry Mianmian, it's my fault... it's all my fault..."

The room gradually became quiet, and Zhang Zhicheng opened the door after a while, with a cold expression on his face: "Mom, I want to transfer to another school."

"Why do you want to transfer?" Zhang's mother was puzzled.

Zhang Zhicheng had caused so many disasters in this school and refused to leave. Now he even offered to transfer to another school.

"I want to change schools. This school is uncomfortable." Zhang Zhicheng took off his glasses.

"That's fine, mom will contact you with other schools, and I will go to your teacher to go through the formalities tomorrow. But mom will ask you one more question, do you want to transfer to another school because you bullied people again?"

"No." Zhang Zhicheng said, "Find me a school as soon as possible."

*

Zhang Zhicheng's transfer caused an uproar in the school, and the whole school was discussing the reason for his transfer.

Some classmates speculated that he transferred because of Miao Mianmian, and they looked at him even more strangely.

Zhang Zhicheng let them talk, pretending not to hear, this was his last day at school, he was in a better mood than ever, and he didn't want to argue with them.

"Brother Cheng, what should I do if you leave?" Er Dan sent a note.

"I've told you thousands of times, whether it's a success or not." Zhang Zhicheng replied speechlessly.

"Brother Cheng's writing is simple, but taking a ride is too difficult." Zhang Zhicheng took a long time to recognize the word "Cheng" before he recognized it. Angrily, he crumpled the paper and smashed it on Er Dan's forehead: "You can also come if you transfer to another school." Find me to play, not far from here."

"Brother Cheng, why did you transfer schools? Is it because of Miao Mianmian? Her death has nothing to do with you, or you were annoyed by others." Er Dan secretly changed places with someone, sitting behind Zhang Zhicheng and said sadly.

Zhang Zhicheng didn't say anything, just looked out of the window.

Song Mian got the news from someone else, and sent a message to Zhang Zhicheng: "You want to transfer schools? Can I ask why?"

Zhang Zhicheng: "I will think of her here, and I want to leave."

Song Mian: "Aren't you looking for the murderer?"

Zhang Zhicheng: "It's not my business, and...it's not important anymore."

Song Mian frowned, feeling that Zhang Zhicheng's last words were strange.

Isn't it important?What is not very important anymore?

It doesn't matter who the murderer is, and it doesn't matter whether the murderer can be found or not?

"Where are you going?" Song Mian asked.

"Not far from here."

Song Mian originally wanted to put away his phone, but found that Zhang Zhicheng sent him a message again: "Song Mian, I have something to tell you, come find me after school at noon."

"Can't we say anything now?"

"I want to tell you personally that after school, you come to the back garden alone to wait for me."

Song Mian looked at the words "back garden" for a long time without returning to his senses

The back garden—the place where Miao Mianmian died, why did Zhang Zhicheng ask him to meet there?

Zhang Zhicheng: "It's fine if you don't want to come."

Song Mian: "Okay, see you at noon."

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