Oral period

End the war with a kiss, and everyone is happy-this is the end of the story.

As for the tit-for-tat noise, many twists and turns, as well as the bad habits of each other's teething sticks and belated heartbeats...Let's leave it to the future to explain.

The 19-year-old who sees the light at first glance is deviant.

The surroundings were chaotic but quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on the same corner, making the whole classroom so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Sparks burst out from the lead wire, and no one knew what was connected to the other end of the wire—the high explosives that caused damage to all fields, or the clearing full moon.

Xia Jingzhe lowered his eyes, and asked softly in the dead silence: "My surname is Zhen, did I kill your parents?"

The person whose hair was grabbed by him and forced to look up had a calm expression, his voice was lukewarm, and his tone was as sincere as a statement of wish: "Yes, that's fine."

On the third day of school, cleaning, being aggressively questioned by a new deskmate who grabbed his hair—it was a very fresh feeling.

The perpetrator choked up, looking at the gauze patch on his forehead that could not be concealed, the muscles on his cheeks agitated slightly due to gritting his teeth: "Believe it or not, I will make another opening in your head..."

His voice was very low, as if to avoid the ears of those around him, so the supposedly clear voice showed a dangerously low tone, carrying blood that shouldn't be at his age, and fell straight into the ear of the other party...too light They are also too close, so that their breaths are intertwined, making the tit-for-tat scene a bit absurdly ambiguous.

After hearing this sentence, Zhen Xiao's eyes, which were as calm as stagnant water, were a little shaken, overflowing with a provocative meaning suitable for his age, and passed by in a flash: "Then you have a try."

In the next second, his jaw was pinched, and cold and hard fingers were held on his cheeks, forcing him to silence.

"The last person who talked to me like this hasn't been discharged from the hospital yet," Xia Jingzhe subtly changed the concept and stated some facts, "Are you sure?"

However, the other party didn't seem to understand the threat in his words, and the provocation in his eyes remained undiminished, even with a little cold smile.

Like a hunter who set a trap early, he is also confident of being bitten by the throat of the prey-it makes him feel familiar for no reason.

There used to be a person who always turned a deaf ear to his threats, would stare at him calmly for a moment, then seriously aggrieved, and stalked to his side to act coquettishly and beg for mercy, with a slight smile in his black jade-like eyes, like some cunning animal, but also like a triumphant the hunter...

After confronting each other for a long time, Xia Jingzhe let go of his hand and pushed him into the seat. The previous anger sank into his eyes and was overwhelmed by some more complicated emotions.

Zhen Xiao put away her smile, returned to her original sitting posture expressionlessly, and didn't look at him any more—finger-like red marks appeared on her fair side cheeks, and she felt faint pain, but he didn't seem to notice it.

He was thinking that the incandescent light reflected in the other party's eyes was bright and clear, like a silent sprinkling of brilliance, which seemed familiar to him.

Staying here has nothing to do, disturbing other people's peace for no reason...Xia Jingzhe realized this fact, his emotions didn't fluctuate much, he turned and walked towards the back door——when he arrived at the door, he found that everyone was still silently peeping, frowning slightly, with a smile on his face. With unfinished anger, he punched the metal door panel and said coldly: "If you don't finish cleaning, be careful not to be scolded."

Only then did the surrounding eyes diverge.

Zhen Xiao noticed that there was a man dragging a trash can standing behind him—in a sense, the real instigator—moving his chair forward with a blank expression to make way for others.

Although he doesn't have a penchant for blackmailing people, if he is really punched and exchanged for medical expenses, it will make his life easier for the next few days... The young man thought regretfully, but he also saw through the other party's nature ——It looks like it’s showing its teeth and claws, but in fact it doesn’t want to do it at all——No longer hope for the contradictions that can be encountered but cannot be sought.

Forget it, you won’t die of starvation if you miss a meal.He lowered his eyes, picked up the pen again, and thought so.

The time went back to two days ago, on an ordinary autumn day, when school started in September.

Zhenxiao repeated his studies and transferred to this school, wearing a black suit that was incompatible with the blue and white school uniforms around him, and walked towards the teaching building with the crowd.

His brows and eyes are gentle, with a hint of peach blossoms, but he doesn't smile, his bones are straight and clear, and he looks sharper than his peers. The combination of two very different temperaments is actually very eye-catching - often explored His eyes fell on him, but he didn't respond. He kept his head down, half of his face was hidden in the collar that was pulled up intentionally, and he bit the small piece of metal at the top of the coat's zipper and shook it slightly.

A normal state of being out of place, read as cold, and written as "social terror".

It wasn't until passing by the fountain on the side of the building that the indifferent sight of the social fear turned and landed on something at the foot of the fountain statue.

It was an envelope, and it stood beside the pile of discarded old books. It looked very brand new—it was as black as him, and as out of place as him.

"Put the black envelope containing the entrustment next to the fountain sculpture in the southeast corner of the school, and be prepared to pay the unknown reward, and you will be able to get what you want." ——When browsing the school information, the rumors that I accidentally glimpsed flooded into my mind, and then Then there was a nerve bursting pain, which was so fierce that he raised his hand and pressed his temple.

All wishes come true... Are there still such ridiculous rumors?

If it really exists, can it——

The sycamore leaves fell silently, covering a corner of the letter, disturbing the boy's unfinished thoughts.

Zhen Xiao was arranged in a spare place in the corner of the classroom, separated from the glass window by a set of empty tables and chairs - at first he thought that empty tables and chairs were empty, and no one was sitting, until Xia Jingzhe appeared in the classroom two days later, he completely gave up sitting. Thoughts to the window.

In the past two days, he has heard a lot of gossip and gossip, nothing more than to remind him that his new deskmate has a bad record and is a well-known bad boy in the school. Come, always smell of smoke" - a negative teaching material for walking.

"I heard that if it weren't for the rich family and connections at school, there is no evidence of being caught committing a crime yet..."

He didn't comment on this, but when he heard a certain key word, he lightly remembered it in his heart.

On the third day of school, the rumored delinquent boy walked into the classroom, wearing clean white short-sleeved gray trousers, and a school uniform hanging on his shoulders. His face was not as scary as in the rumors. Handsome, with the intention of being harmless to humans and animals, but half-hidden by the overly long forehead hair, making it difficult to see clearly.

Probably because the hair is too long, and a lock is tied low at the back of the head. At first glance, it looks like a pretty girl.

Zhen Xiao was slightly taken aback, and accidentally looked at the person for a long time, and finally managed to connect the person with the rumors with his gaze - that glance was like a knife with its edge drawn, cold and thin, sharp for no reason.

Somewhat familiar.

Xia Jingzhe pulled out the chair and sat down beside him. She really smelled of cigarettes, mint smoke, so sweet.

Zhen Xiao frowned slightly, and moved away calmly - in exchange for the other party's unclear sight.

It was the last self-study session in the morning. As the lunch time approached, there were gradually small noises in the classroom, which became louder and louder, and finally reached the peak at the moment the bell rang. Afterwards, some people rushed out, while others remained in their seats safely. Go up, bow your head and study.

Zhen Xiao belongs to the latter, but his new deskmate is neither—this person puts down the manga leisurely, puts on his school uniform, looks like he doesn't care about eating, and still has the time to talk to him: "Hi , Shen Xiao, right—do you know where the cafeteria is?"

"pillow."

"what?"

"My surname is Zhen, Soseki Zhenliu's pillow." Zhen Xiao turned over the test paper and answered his last question with a blank expression, "I don't know, I'm not familiar with it."

The surname is pillow...Xia Jingzhe thought for a long time before he managed to figure out how to write the words "Shu Shi pillow flow", and he muttered casually, "Isn't it just a pillow for a pillow, pretending to be something."

After speaking, he stood up and walked towards the back door on his own—naturally ignoring the "click" sound made by someone behind him forcefully putting down the pen.

He didn't have the leisure to invite people to eat together, but he was also a transfer student and knew that the cafeteria of this school was located in a remote place, so he asked a question on a whim, lest the other party take a detour like he did last year.

Unexpectedly, this guy named Zhen Xiao was not only ungrateful, but also put on a look of deep hostility towards him for no reason. He was so angry that he couldn't vent because of the rudeness of calling the wrong person earlier, so he had no choice but to turn around and leave.

Don't eat if you can't find it, you deserve it with a stinky face.Xia Jingzhe secretly slandered her, she glanced at other people's eyes from the corner of her eye, and speeded up her pace with a sullen face, letting the too long bangs on her forehead block her face.

I don't know when rumors about him spread in this school. There are different versions, but the maliciousness in them is surprisingly consistent, so that strange eyes often fall on him, intentionally or unintentionally, jealous and fearful, and the maliciousness is also obvious.

He is not a person with a cold personality. When he first transferred, he had the idea of ​​starting over and tried to interact with people in a friendly manner. Unfortunately, the other party was often eager to get rid of an alien like him. Even if he said a few more words, he would have no intention. The friendship that ended without a problem in his memory was even more disappointing, and after a while, he died of this heart and treated it indifferently.

"Don't have expectations of others, don't give your heart to others" - this is his code of conduct.

The boy walked through the atrium of the teaching building alone, stopped in front of the playground, glanced at the gate of the cafeteria from a distance, then turned around and walked towards the comprehensive auxiliary building located on the north side of the teaching building.

——He still doesn't like occasions where people come and go. He would rather hide in the corner of the teaching building and eat instant noodles than be the object of rejection by the crowd and face the scrutiny like a forest of knives.

There is a sudden touch of clear ink in the fallen leaves in the autumn wind, but it seems to be holding a knife in his hand—the back of the young man is hidden in the path between the red maple and pomegranate, probably so.

Another normality of misfits, read as hard-edged, and write as daunting.

Or "social terror".

headache.

Zhen Xiao put down the pen, disturbed by the dull pain, instinctively wanted to reach out to rub it, and remembered the unhealed wound on the forehead gauze, raised her hand in mid-air, and put it down again after a while.

An inch-long bloody mouth, six stitches, leaving behind a new disease of intermittent pain and blocked thinking-thanks to this wound, the subjects that I used to be good at have become obscure, and a little overthinking will make me lose my mind. cause pain.

But to save his life, so that he can be transferred here to repeat his studies, according to common sense, it is a blessing in misfortune...

It's just this kind of luck, don't worry about it.

As the lunch break approached, the students who went to eat also returned to the classroom in twos and threes. The small conversation made this square inch lively, and it returned to silence when the lunch break bell rang.

He doesn't like to socialize, so naturally he won't make any friends. Sitting alone in this quiet corner, he doesn't feel lonely.

The seat next to me was still vacant, and there was only one more schoolbag compared to the past few days, as if the person who walked into the classroom in the morning was just a supporting role, who hurried past the stage temporarily, and incidentally had some unpleasant friction with him, Disappeared again without a sound.

Zhen Xiao had no intention of exploring, so he calmed down and continued to read the book and do the questions.

In fact, he has no reason to study non-stop. He has already learned the content of the third year of high school, and the repetition is not because of unsatisfactory grades. It is just the inertia of life, and he has nothing to do except study.

If I have to say it, there is a general cleaning and the opening ceremony in the afternoon, and the homework due before the evening self-study can only be finished during the lunch break-it can be considered a reason.

After finishing the last math problem, he put away the test paper and opened another exercise book. While checking the number of pages, he thought blankly, he didn't have lunch, so he seemed a little hungry.

Xia Jingzhe returned to the classroom before the first class in the afternoon, but what he saw was not the quiet classroom after a nap, on the contrary, everything he looked at was chaotic and lively.

Cleaning up.He came to the conclusion silently, bypassing the desks and chairs and the window-cleaning person standing on the desk, went straight to his seat—requisitioning the farther desks and chairs, but did not rashly use his window seat, and even some He deliberately avoided that window as much as he was afraid, and turned his position into an abrupt "pure land" in a busy classroom... It is also reasonable.

It's just that there is one more person who stays out of the matter now.His new deskmate also didn't participate in the cleaning, and sat in his seat with a blank expression on his face, which reminded him of the brief but unpleasant exchange not long ago, and he felt that the other party's appearance of having nothing to do with him was annoying for no reason.

The young man threw down his coat, opened the chair and sat down, and unexpectedly heard the other party pointing to the sound of staggering tongues, and his heart was full of anger--it was nothing but slamming, and when he saw him, he moved away as if he had encountered some dirty thing For a moment, the disgust on his face was undisguised, almost making him wonder if he had really provoked this person somewhere.

But when he really met his gaze, he was still infuriatingly indifferent, as if he was not interested in everything around him, including him, and even his eyes were indifferent. Looking at him seemed to pass him, looking at some nothingness The direction, without giving him a chance to get angry, he silently retracted.

"I'm sick." Xia Jingzhe whispered - with his character, if he went back two years, he would have cursed at this time, and thanks to his mature mind and habit of all kinds of unexplained hatred, he would not be in public break out.

It's all here, and there is nothing to do, Xia Jingzhe no longer pays attention to the weird tablemate next to him who is covered with "don't get close to strangers", and digs out the comics he didn't finish in the morning from his schoolbag, flipping through a few pages.

There was a sound of walking behind him, and the classmate who was in charge of taking out the trash approached him, and moved lightly like a wild animal, trying to take the two trash cans behind him without disturbing this dangerous animal.

It’s just that the space behind the seats is narrow, and there is a vertical air conditioner next to the trash can. It is really difficult to drag out the heavy box-shaped sorting trash can without bumping into the people sitting in front.

Sometimes Xia Jingzhe can't figure out the thoughts of these people, he clearly doesn't understand him, and he doesn't know the truth, but he still has preconceptions about him, acting as if he doesn't want to get involved with him and hides it He even appreciated the outspoken disgust of his new deskmate more than the shrinking hatred. Although the reason was also unclear, at least he was frank and clear.

He sighed from the bottom of his heart, but got up slightly, and pulled the seat forward to make way for someone to take away the trash can.The metal chair legs rubbed against the ground, making a short and sharp movement, like a dirty word with unknown meaning.

The student on duty hurried forward and dragged out the trash can as if he had received an amnesty. However, as soon as he relaxed, he caused trouble. When he used too much force for a while, the crumbling garbage on the top floor finally became unbalanced and turned into a catastrophic landslide. land.

In the chaos, an empty plastic bottle bounced off the ground and hit Xia Jingzhe's calf impartially.

Xia Jingzhe was startled, subconsciously dodged to the side, but forgot that this semester he was no longer alone at a single table, and there was a troublesome deskmate beside him who had a lot of opinions on him. body.

The tip of the pen scratched the paper, making a piercing tearing sound, followed by whispered curses and abrupt silence centered on this corner and spreading layer upon layer.

Youthful temperament, just a little bit.

"Yes, I'm sorry—" The culprit who came back to his senses realized that something was wrong, and quickly apologized. He didn't take or put the trash can in his hand, and his palms were sweating for no reason.

It seems that there are often similar plots in novels, accidentally angering dangerous campus hooligans, being humiliated on the spot, and being stopped in the alley behind the school for a beating after school, and even the entire high school life after that cannot escape Taking revenge, living in the shadows tremblingly...

Frightened to the point of collapse by his brain, the language system also struggled to say an apology, and then completely crashed. The student on duty stood in place, gave up struggling in the silence, and waited for his fate.

Of course