Squad leader, this academic bully steals

Jing Chong didn't run with his friends at night. He received the task and went directly to the office after class.

The school prepared an activity for Christmas one month later, in Qin Ju's words, it was 5 minutes in English.

Each class presents a short English program. The school controls the time, and the small theater is required to be completed within 5 minutes.

Li Ruo was assigned the task of editing the small theater of Class 11, and Ma Xiaoran and Jing Chong became the leading actors.

So Lin Yanxiu and Jia Zixi were the only ones who went for exercise that night.

It may be that Jing Chong formed a habit of running before going to bed for a long time, but he didn't run today, but he didn't sleep well. After falling asleep in a daze, he fell into a light sleep.

The sound insulation effect of the student home is very good, and Jing Chong did not expect that he would be woken up by the sound of the toilet flushing.

He stared in the dark for a while, took out his phone, and checked the time, it was almost 12 o'clock.

Since he knew that Lin Yanxiu was ill, he never turned off his mobile phone at night. He designed a memo in his mobile phone to record Lin Yanxiu's status every day and calculate the cycle.

Sometimes when I can't sleep, I think about Lin Yanxiu's appearance, so I turn it out and take a look.

When you see something cheerful, you hook your lips into a smile, and when you see something bad, you feel distressed.

Jing Chong pulled out the memo, and what he was looking at was the record of the period of the sports meeting. The appearance of Lin Yanxiu being mummified was so funny that he laughed out loud in the middle of the night.

Now that he woke up, Jing Chong didn't intend to waste it, so he remembered to go to the bathroom before going to sleep.

When passing by Room 2, the door was not closed, so he habitually glanced inside.

The dark lights in the hall were turned off all night, and through the dim light, there was no one on Lin Yanxiu's bed.

He raised his eyebrows, so predestined?Going to the toilet together?

He stood still in front of the door, intending to scare Lin Yanxiu for a while, but he heard the sound of vomiting through the door, accompanied by the sound of violent coughing.

His heart suddenly jumped up, wishing he could break through the door right away, he stretched out his hand, intending to knock a few times, but then he gave up and stood quietly at the door waiting for the man to come out.

He didn't expect it to be like this. After Lin Yanxiu left, he tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't fall asleep. The broken arm kept appearing in his mind. It hurt, how painful it was.

He curled up, feeling his arms hurt too much to lift.

Some thoughts have been floating in my mind.

Is it his problem?

If Lin Yanxiu had dropped out of school, would such a thing have happened?

If he hadn't stopped him from dropping out of school, would Lin Yanxiu have been cured?

It was his fault, it was all his fault.

He shouldn't have stopped him from dropping out.

It's really selfish to just think that I can see him every day without considering his mental state at all.

I also dreamed that I could help him change together, thinking that I could help.

How is it possible, how is it possible to overcome mental illness?

Shame?They actually thought that Lin Yanxiu could get better with their efforts.

I'm afraid those methods have long been useless.

It's just, why didn't he say it?

How do you know if you don’t say anything.

Why not say it?

So uncomfortable why not say?

Jing Chong felt his head was about to explode, and felt that many people were talking inside.

They are saying, Jing Chong, you are a badass.

If you hadn't taken his emetic, why would he use chopsticks to induce vomiting?

If you didn't let him suspend school, how could he be driven into confusion and unconscious self-mutilation?

So, it's all your fault, not enough success, more failure.

Also best friends with him.

It is his greatest misfortune to have a friend like you, and it is also his greatest sorrow that you like him.

No!!! Not so.

He is not……

I don't know when I fell asleep in a daze, and my dreams are always groggy. Lin Yanxiu, as he said before, came over to pick up school supplies and wanted to transfer schools.

Only when he comes over.There was not a single piece of good flesh all over his body, it was dripping with blood.

Jing Chong woke up from the fright, stared blankly for a while, then quickly put on his clothes and ran to Room 2.

Lin Yanxiu has already left.

Jia Zixi sat on the bed and scratched the head of the chicken nest, "Why are you two arguing again?"

Jing Chong ignored it, and went back to Room [-] in frustration.

After packing up and returning to work, I didn't see Lin Yanxiu, he frowned, and he was in the playground again?

To see or not to go?

He hasn't figured out what to say yet.

Advise him to drop out of school?

Must leave school!

Jing Chong struggled for a long time, and went to the office before the exercise.

Following the large army to the playground, he clasped Lin Yanxiu's wrist and walked towards the infirmary.As expected, the man was standing on the playground, still in a daze.

When Lin Yanxiu saw Jing Chong's direction, he was a little scared. He didn't want anyone to know that he was self-harming, especially the school doctor.

He moved his wrist, and Jing Chong clasped it so tightly that he couldn't pull it out at all. He trembled all over and began to struggle.

Jing Chong was afraid of touching his wound, so he immediately let go of his hand and comforted him, "Let's go get some anti-inflammatory medicine, you... don't let anyone see it, don't let anyone know, I won't tell anyone."

Lin Yanxiu quickly calmed down and nodded.

"……sorry."

Lin Yanxiu was taken aback, and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Jing Chong asked, "Are you taking a break from school?"

"...Well." In fact, he did have a mental problem.

Jing Chong tried his best to keep his tone cheerful, "Then don't quit your class or transfer to another school. I'll visit you when I have time."

"……Um."

Still reluctant.

Still can't bear to part with this person in front of him.

"When are you going, today?"

Lin Yanxiu hesitated, "Let's end this big week."

"Why?" It's so difficult, why don't you just leave?

"Probably because I have OCD."

I am so reluctant to stay one more day to make money.

Jing Chong had been enduring the overwhelming emotions in his heart, until he was giving medicine to Lin Yanxiu's arm in class in the early morning self-study, and he collapsed a little.

It hurts.

Looking at these hideous wounds, Jing Chong's eyes were red, his throat was uncomfortable, and his chest seemed to be pressed by a big stone.

why?

Why hurt yourself?

Doesn't it hurt?

Jing Chong, are you a badass?How could it not hurt.

It hurts.

Jing Chong's hand holding the tampon trembled a little, and his temples ached from the dazzling red.

"I'll do it myself."

Jing Chong stubbornly held it and refused to give it to him. He pursed his lips, carefully bandaged it, and reached out to grab Lin Yanxiu's other arm.

Lin Yanxiu hid for a while, "I'll do it myself."

Jing Chong didn't speak, took Lin Yanxiu's hand, and put it flat on the table, his index finger inadvertently brushed across his palm.

Lin Yanxiu was a little taken aback, but when he came back to his senses, Jing Chong had already lifted the sleeve of that arm.

This arm is more than inferior, it is full of pinch marks, and the marks of small knife cuts are also very regular, like a queue, neat.

It may be that the right hand is easier to use to draw so neatly.

On the right arm, there were scars crowded in a mess.

There was a cut that went very far from the vein in the wrist, and just a little further in, and it was closed.

Jing Chong clenched his fingers, took a breath, and let go again, pretending he didn't see it, and continued to apply the medicine.

He didn't dare to ask, and didn't know how to speak.

Lin Yanxiu waited until the medicine was applied to both hands, then withdrew his hands, and then quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, no questions asked.

This made him look like a normal person.

Jing Chong adjusted his emotions for a while, controlled the words that were about to burst out a few times, took out a small bottle from the desk pocket, "here."

"Huh?" Lin Yanxiu took the emetic, why did you give it to me.

"You... try to eat as little as possible, but don't hurt yourself any more."

"Ok, I know……"

After a long time, Lin Yanxiu had already taken out the physics questions to brush up, and Jing Chong asked again, "Why don't you go home now?"

Lin Yanxiu paused, "I said, obsessive-compulsive disorder."

"But..." There is an exam tomorrow.

After the last exam, Lin Yanxiu...

Lin Yanxiu knew what Jing Chong wanted to say, so he immersed himself in writing the question, "It's okay."

One hour of evening self-study, and free recitation in the last 10 minutes. In the past, Lin Yanxiu always used this time to read English American essays or prose.

There is an exam tomorrow, and he wants to brush up on the physics questions again. When he is not clear-headed, he can't turn around when doing physics.

He tried his best to pretend that he was very busy, and didn't want Jing Chong to ask any more questions, so he read it after a while.

Jing Chong felt a little sad when he saw Lin Yanxiu immersed himself in the questions. He still clearly remembered the last ranking.

He also heard a little bit about Lin Yanxiu's last exam, and it seemed that he fell asleep during the exam.

There was no exam for the first month's monthly exam, and he was supposed to be in the last exam room. Zhang Ran approached the principal of the Western School and discussed it. He felt that he was the No. The person was arranged in the last position of the first examination room.

Jing Chong, who was supposed to be in the second examination room, became the third examination room because of this, a teaching building staggered from the first and second examination rooms.

When he wanted to go to the bathroom, he flew down two steps with one foot, and ran straight to the teaching building where Lin Yanxiu was.

That building is the legendary laboratory building, with three floors in total. The first floor is the oral language training room, and the second and third floors are the international arts and science classes for senior two and senior three.

He made his way to the examination room No. [-] on the second floor, and saw Lin Yanxiu lying on his stomach to catch up on sleep, so he went straight to the toilet.

After finishing the class, the invigilator entered the examination room No. [-].

He had no choice but to rush to his examination room non-stop. When he ran, he glanced at Lin Yanxiu, who was still lying on the table and did not wake up.

Later I heard that Lin Yanxiu fell asleep for most of the English test, which made the dean half dead.

After sleeping for most of the time, he got 132 in the test, which is very good. I heard that he corrected a mistake and deducted 10 points directly.

Jing Chong turned his head to look at Lin Yanxiu, there was a layer of mist around the window, reflecting the glass, he couldn't see what was outside clearly, the man's skin was as white as frost.

In the afternoon, Zhang Ran wore a bulky down jacket, and hurriedly pasted the examinee’s candidate number and the test room number on the blackboard, and asked the boys in his class to go to the test room before dinner, “The order of the test rooms hasn’t changed much. The first and second examination rooms, and the third examination room are the senior one classrooms of the East School Department, and our class is also an examination room, so don’t forget to move all the books to the small meeting room after dinner. The table is turned upside down, and Jing Chong looks at it. You watch the class, and you can finish class 5 minutes earlier."

Not long after Zhang Ran left, the class became lively, and some people had already started packing their things.

The things that the friends took out from the table were so flamboyant that they were demonstrating with Lin Yanxiu.

He frowned, pinched his bandaged arm in the morning, and lowered his head very low.

One boy couldn't wait, "Squad leader, let's start."

Jing Chong said, "Let's go."