desensitization therapy

The wind brings December and sub-zero body temperature.

At the end of the year, during the hibernation season, people are prone to the laziness of "working harder in the coming year", but this law does not apply to the third-year students of No. [-] Middle School.

Before the next semester, the atmosphere of the experimental class had completely changed.Like the same batch of young shoots waiting for spring, there are always some that can sense the change in air humidity in advance and consciously emerge first.

In this atmosphere, Zhang Mingzhuo seemed extremely out of place.

A few days ago, the list of winners of the science and technology competition was just announced. Zhang Mingzhuo checked the list openly in class, and was called to the office by the head teacher in a blink of an eye. When he came back, his face was bright and unconcealable.

"I'm probably close to sending you to N University," Zhang Mingzhuo announced triumphantly on the podium during the break, "The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades, keep working hard, I will withdraw first."

What responded to him was sparse applause from the students in the front row and a few perfunctory "Congratulations".

There were also a few contestants with subtle expressions on their faces, and they looked at each other with the same thought in their eyes—compared with the path of competition recommendation, Zhang Mingzhuo’s recommendation was full of moisture, and each other knew each other well .

Song Feijue, who was sitting in the seat, didn't even lift his eyelids, still writing with his head down.

After Zhang Mingzhuo showed off, he returned to his seat in a dawdly manner, not forgetting to glance at what Song Feijue was writing.

"Hey, Song Feijue," Zhang Mingzhuo pretended to sigh, without chanting, "You said that if you don't withdraw from the competition, you will be escorted with me right now, that would be great."

Since the incident some time ago, Zhang Mingzhuo has basically stopped talking to Song Feijue. On the one hand, Fang Zhilian told Song Feijue what he said in the water room because of guilt, and on the other hand, he was obviously unwilling Son.

But there was no movement from Fang Zhilian's side, and Song Feijue didn't seem to know those words. As time passed, and this time he won the award and was eligible to be recommended, Zhang Mingzhuo had the feeling of seeing the sun through the clouds and mists, elated Feel.

"However——" Zhang Mingzhuo deliberately put on a pass, and said sarcastically, "I heard that it is quite difficult to get recommended in the competition. If you go, it may not be the case. Maybe you will carry a burden on both sides, and it will all be in vain."

After Zhang Mingzhuo finished speaking, he deliberately raised his head to look at Song Feijue's expression, who knew that Song Feijue didn't raise his eyes, as if he was listening to the wind.

On the contrary, several people at the front and back tables looked over. Zhang Mingzhuo was a little embarrassed to be stared at by so many eyes.

"Talking to you, are you deaf?" Zhang Mingzhuo couldn't hold back.

Someone has already started whispering, looking at Zhang Mingzhuo with disdain.

This is not the first time Zhang Mingzhuo has seen this kind of gaze, from the eyes of top students with better grades than him, and from the eyes of rich second-generation classmates with better family background than him.

In the past, he was able to let go of the past, but now he is the "recommended student" who walks at the forefront of the class. This contemptuous look made him unable to suppress the long-standing anger in his heart, and he kicked Song Feijue's desk hard.

"*Your mother, why are you so proud!"

The desk was shaken by a sudden kick, and the gel pen cap on the far end rolled to the ground.

Almost at the same time Zhang Mingzhuo said the first three words, Song Feijue finally raised his eyes, his eyes were cold and sharp.

Zhang Mingzhuo stared straight at him, not afraid at all: "Want to fight? Come on, pretend to be like something all day long!"

There was silence everywhere, and someone turned their heads to wait for Song Feijue's response.

"Okay!" Song Feijue couldn't listen to the girl wearing glasses sitting next to him, and slapped the table hard, his voice shrill, "Zhang Mingzhuo, you are sick and go to get medical treatment, do you have to be recommended by the whole world? Huh? "

Zhang Mingzhuo suddenly closed his mouth, and after a long while, he let out a sneer like enlightenment.

"What's the relationship between you two? Are you speaking for Song Feijue?" Zhang Mingzhuo's eyes drifted back and forth between Song Feijue and the girl with glasses, as if he had discovered a big secret, and he laughed maliciously, wishing to tell everyone world.

"you like him?"

At the end of the lunch break, Zhu Wen came back with a bit of news.

After listening to the first half of Zhu Wen's speech, Tao Jiaqi's expression changed. He was about to run out when Yuli stopped him in time: "So they fought?"

"How can it be?" Zhu Wen gasped, "There was no fight. The teacher in charge of their class went to the class and scolded the one who was recommended in their class, and they all broke up."

Yuli asked: "Is this the end?"

"Yes, otherwise?"

"All right……"

"If you want me to say, you should beat that person up like Fang Zhilian, and don't care about the result, just talk about it when you feel good!"

Tao Jiaqi shook his head: "That person can be escorted. A fight is fine. If Song Feijue fights, he might be punished."

Zhu Wen thought for a while: "It seems to be the case."

He poked Fang Zhilian who was not involved in the conversation: "Are you still asleep? Did you hear me?"

"I heard it." Fang Zhilian turned over, his pretty face was marked with a clear red mark by the folds of the school uniform, but he didn't realize it, and even yawned.

Tao Jiaqi was right, the way of rushing up to punch and then calling the parents to the Academic Affairs Office to be punished was really stupid.

But who can say that the only way to make Zhang Mingzhuo unhappy is to fight?

After the evening self-study get out of class, Fang Zhilian found an excuse to leave Zhu Wen and run away first.

He wandered around next to the bathroom on the third floor for a few times, until someone went out one after another, and then took the opportunity to return to the back door of the experimental class and look in through the glass frame.

Almost half of the students in the experimental class left, and the rest were still studying slowly. Fang Zhilian glanced around and found that Song Feijue had already left, so he felt relieved.

The only thing that made him feel a little strange was that Zhang Mingzhuo's seat was also empty, no one was there, but the schoolbag was still on the table.

Fang Zhilian didn't think much, the little devil in his heart was about to move, and slipped down the stairs.

Not many students go to school by bicycle in No. [-] Middle School, and even fewer still insist on cycling to class in winter.

Fang Zhilian would see a crooked silver bicycle when he passed the green-roofed carport from the mail room.Until one rainy morning, Zhang Mingzhuo passed him on that silver bicycle, running over a pool of puddles provocatively.

The splashed rain didn't splash on Fang Zhilian, who was far away, but splashed Zhang Mingzhuo's own trouser leg.

Fang Zhilian, who reacted a little slower, watched him ride with his head held high triumphantly, as if he had taken advantage of it.

The bicycle was still parked in the carport staggeringly, and it didn't take time to find it.Fang Zhilian glanced at the mail room not far away, squatted down sneakily and started to act.

He didn't dare to do things that violated the law and discipline, and it would be over if there was a car accident, but it was more than enough to pull out the valve core to make Zhang Mingzhuo jump in anger.

Fang Zhilian couldn't explain how the desire for revenge arose in his heart, he was willing to do whatever Song Feijue didn't bother to do.

The plan is easy, but the actual operation is more difficult than expected.

Fang Zhilian had to prevent the uncle in the mail room from seeing him, and he also had to probe his head for fear that Zhang Mingzhuo would show up at any time. In addition, he was not proficient in business, and was rubbed with black marks that could not be wiped off by the car chain. It took a long time before he finally pulled it out. down.

The task is completed, if you stay here again, you may have long nights and dreams, Fang Zhilian grabbed his schoolbag, turned around and ran to the bathroom.

You can't go back to Shiyu Tower, if you bump into someone, the black marks on your hands won't be washed off.

Fang Zhilian analyzed it in his heart, and went straight to the direction of another complex building. At this time, there was no one on the playground, leaving him walking forward with a long shadow.

But after walking a few steps, he saw another figure that was so familiar from the back.

Just when night takes over from twilight, the slanted light is half-dark and half-bright, clusters crawling down, picking up the overflowing vitality of the disappearing day.

Song Feijue stood at the boundary between dusk and darkness, and seemed to be aware of the gaze from behind. He turned sideways, revealing the two pieces of white paper put together under the glass bulletin board.

Fang Zhilian's eyesight was not so good that he couldn't see the densely packed announcements next to him.

It was strange, but he could see clearly the two blank sheets of paper that Song Feijue wanted him to see clearly.

Those are two pictures of similar installations. The name of the patented invention, the applicant, and the date of application are attached below the picture on the left.

The picture on the right only has a line of words: the first prize of the National Science and Technology Innovation Competition, the winner, Zhang Mingzhuo.

Fang Zhilian stood there in a daze, looking at Song Feijue from a distance through the thin air.

He was a guilty conscience, and he didn't have time to hide the black-stained palm behind him, and he didn't notice——

Suddenly, Song Feijue's eyes moved down to his palms, and there was an unpredictable light in those beautiful smiling eyes.

In a sense, they are complicit and accomplices.

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