you have to talk to me

"Feng Jimeng, I heard that your aunt came to PE class, isn't it true?"

"Then I ran fifteen laps. That substitute teacher of yours is simply inhuman, hahahaha."

……

There was a weird and obscene laughter from behind the classroom in Class 8, led by Zhang Teng and his group.

Feng Jimeng is not disciplined, her grades are at the bottom, and she can't even look like a good student, but she is not a bastard in the traditional sense.

Zhang Teng and his group are different. They are traditional and have nothing new, swearing, forming cliques, isolating dissidents, and occasionally trying to get some benefits from their classmates by any means. They avoid as much as they can, and they will never have a relationship.

At the beginning of the second semester of high school, they wanted to win over Feng Jimeng. The reason was very simple. Feng Jimeng was incompatible with other ordinary students. He seemed to be of the same kind and had money.The latter point can be seen from the new iPhone he uses, the clothes are all branded goods, and the limited number of sneakers are used as slippers.But Feng Jimeng had no interest in him, which made this so-called "school bully" very frustrated.But after hearing all kinds of rumors about Feng Jimeng, he couldn't figure out his details, so he only provocatively.

"Zhang Teng is already in class, and the teacher will be here later." Hou Wen, who was sitting in front of Feng Jimeng, reminded him.

Feng Jimeng is by the window, the last row, single seat.Hou Wen was in front of him, and beside Hou Wen was Jian Hang.

Zhang Teng and his group sat against the wall, separated by three aisles and four rows of seats.Originally, well water does not violate the distance of river water, but it can't stand someone deliberately committing cheapness.

The preparatory bell had already been rang, and Zhang Teng tapped the back of the sitting Hou Wen's head: "What benefits do you gain by flattering us with Feng Jimeng? Well, share it with your buddies, and let me flatter you too."

The back of Hou Wen's head was knocked loudly like a wooden fish. He hung his head and said nothing. The bell rang a second time, and Zhang Teng, the god of plague, finally returned to his seat.

At this moment, Hou Wen turned his head and said to Feng Jimeng: "Zhang Teng is a psychopath, why are you getting involved with him?"

"Let's try to stay away from this person as much as possible, so that when justice comes from heaven, the innocent will be harmed." Hou Wen knew that he had just been cowarded, and his face turned red.

Feng Jimeng concentrated on wiping his table with a wet paper towel, as if the fault just now had nothing to do with him, even Hou Wen was targeted for speaking for him, he still didn't feel it at all, it was only here that he said the first sentence : "The teacher is here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the head teacher's English teacher walked in.Hou Wen hurriedly turned back, sat upright, and could still see his red ears.At this time, Jian Hang tilted his head and gave Feng Jimeng a sideways glance, probably a little contemptuous and a little bit disgusted, in short, it was not a friendly look, Feng Jimeng had no intention of meeting such a look, and there was no disturbance when Jian Hang turned back, he Also buried his head.

Feng Jimeng took out the earphone box from her schoolbag, took out a pair of wireless earphones and plugged her ears, then buried her head under the desk, took out her mobile phone, clicked on a music app, and swipe to find a song.

After exiting the music app, he clicked on a series of apps, looking at ten lines at a glance, aimlessly.He sweated a lot from running just now, and now he is not refreshing after cooling down. When he buried his head in his chest, he could smell the sour sweat on his body, and he took a few wet tissues from the desk cabinet to wipe his neck.

In his own small world, he spends his spare time quietly and like no one else around. Hou Wen, Zhang Teng, and even the class teacher who is on stage furious because of the class penalty for discipline have nothing to do with him.

Feng Jimeng doesn't seem to share this world with these people, he only has such a world, if he doesn't come out, others can't get in.He felt others dullly, whether it was Hou Wen's kindness or Zhang Teng's malice.

Humans live in groups, but in adolescence when they need friends—whether they are good friends or bad friends, and recognition—whether they are making progress together or working together, Feng Jimeng has become the strangest existence that is different from everyone else. .

However, he didn't care at all, and it could even be said that he was unconscious.

A class lasts 45 minutes. Some people have watched the time countless times, and their buttocks are almost square when they sit on the chair. Qingbao, in Feng Jimeng's place, just flies away in a relaxed and comfortable manner.After class, he went to the vending machine in the lobby of the teaching building to buy a bottle of mineral water, and when he came back, he continued to sit at his desk and watch jokes on his phone.

It was class again, this one was biology class, and he didn't even raise his head.

The jokes are all finished, it may be that he was really energetic during those fifteen laps, and now he can't sleep.He returned to the desktop with his mobile phone and swiped casually for a while. From among the many apps, he clicked on the little blue mark.

Going down from the list, there are several consultations pushed by the app in the front, and a row of small red dots below, and he clicks on these small red dots one by one.

"Hello there!"

"What are you doing?"

"Is the handsome guy on a date?"

"Look at J8?"

"Mouth?"

……

There are also direct post pictures, and so on.

Feng Jimeng didn't respond. He deleted the harassing messages one by one, scrolled down to a familiar profile picture, clicked on it, and there was still a chat record from the previous night at the top of the input box. At [-]:[-], the other party said to him, " Good night, sweet dreams".

Feng Jimeng casually clicked a blank expression and sent it. After waiting for a while, the other party still didn't reply. Looking at the gray profile picture, he thought, he must be busy.

A little bored, he clicked on the person's personal information. The profile picture the other party used was a photo of Josh, a member of the twenty one pilots band, and his online name was Fish from Other Hills. Among the many explicit profile pictures and clear instructions on the screen name, it seemed neither fish nor fowl.

In this ocean-colored APP, flirting is like fishing. If profile pictures, screen names, and introductions are the bait for fishing, then this person is undoubtedly learning from Jiang Taigong. of.

So even though this person is pretty good, this is the conclusion Feng Jimeng came to after contacting him for a month. He also only has 12 followers, all of which are marketing accounts, and there is only one person among his followers. It was Feng Jimeng.

No matter how many times, this discovery made Feng Jimeng's usual gentle mood curve raised a small bump as if a small stone had pierced it.

Every time Feng Jimeng chats, he secretly complains about his screen name and profile picture, but he himself is exactly the same, the screen name is "Gate", and the profile picture is the other one of the only two members of the band Twenty One Pilots - lead singer Tylor, which is exactly the same as the two. The only reason a man with a straight hook can catch his opponent.

Feng Jimeng is not very old, but he has been playing this APP for two years.He was not like this at first, he used his own avatar, but only for one month, he encountered too much more explicit harassment, and pretended to be deceitful, his personal information was picked up, and he was threatened by others.While he was frightened, he also learned experiences that he shouldn't know at his age.

Not uninstalling this app has nothing to do with things like love and sex.He regards the Internet as his connection with the world, and this APP is his outlet to the outside world, about his sexual orientation, his confusion, and the part of his communication needs that are suppressed in his life.

He often finds random people in the software to chat without scruples, even if he talks to himself, he will block the chat after the chat, and the longest time will not be kept for more than a week.This is not difficult for him, Feng Jimeng knows that he is indifferent by nature, and he doesn't care much about other people's feelings.

But fish from other mountains are different.The activists look forward to getting a hot date from the software, the naive look forward to meeting love here, and even weird guys like Feng Jimeng use this place as a place to talk.He didn't have any of these purposes, at least he didn't when he first chatted with Feng Jimeng.

After browsing the other party's homepage that hadn't been updated for ten thousand years, Feng Jimeng quit, and was startled by the distance next to the avatar - 100m.He stared at each character, afraid that he would miss a 0 or a K, but no, the distance between them was 100 meters, and he was in this school.

Feng Jimeng has been hiding her position all the time, others cannot see the distance from him.The first time he said hello to him was at school, and the other party was three kilometers away from him. When he returned home at night, the other party replied, and they were twelve kilometers apart at that time.

Feng Jimeng was sure that they lived in the same city, and it was rare to meet someone of the same kind so close to each other in such a small county.But he never wanted to get in touch with the other party for real, not because he didn't want to know the other party, but because he didn't want the other party to know himself.It is safe to be in the dark.

But the other party is only 100 meters away from him, what is he doing at school?Is he a teacher at school?Is it a student?It should be impossible for students to feel that the other party is an adult when chatting.

At three kilometers away, Feng Jimeng had no intention of inquiring at all, and he couldn't inquire about men who like twenty one pilots in a straight line three kilometers away from the school, but at 100 meters...

Feng Jimeng stood up, because the chair creaked because he was pushed too hard, the rhythm of the biology teacher's lecture stopped, and everyone turned to look at him.

"I'm going to the bathroom." He rarely found an excuse for leaving early, and walked out quickly after speaking.

Hou Wen watched him walk out of the classroom from the back door, and then saw his hurried figure outside the window, turned his head and said to Jian Hang in a low voice: "Feng Jimeng didn't go to the bathroom, he went to the playground."

Jian Hang rolled his eyes at him: "It's none of your business."

"It's unscientific. If he doesn't want to take this class, he won't come in during the class, and he won't run away in the middle of the class. And he also reported to the teacher to go to the toilet. He has never gone to the toilet during class." Hou Wenxiang He started thinking as if he had encountered a problem he had never seen before.

"Are you bored?" Jian Hang could tell that Hou Wen had been paying attention to Feng Jimeng for more than a day or two, "If you weren't a fucking man, I doubt that you like him."

"No." Hou Wen started to feel a little embarrassed, his voice became softer, and he muttered, "He helped me."

"Who? You said Feng Jimeng, he helped you?"

Jian Hang had an expression of eating a fly, Feng Jimeng, who has nothing to do with the destruction of the earth, will he help others?Just when Jian Hang wanted to ask in detail, a piece of chalk fell on their desk, and he looked up and met the reminding eyes of the old biological man.