Oral period

The Chinese teacher is an old teacher who is about to retire. He is not very strict in class. Eight out of ten classes treat students like sheep. When he first glanced at the textbooks in class, he began to chat casually-the sheep who have been herded for a semester like this, they The grades in the class were not bad. Listening to stories in Chinese class had become the norm. Many people listened while doing other homework or doing other irrelevant things, including Xia Jingzhe.

In the past, he would probably read comics to pass the time, but last night he stayed up too late, and was exhausted by standing for one and a half classes in the morning. When the Chinese teacher walked into the classroom in the third class, he would As if someone had given him a sleeping pill, he fell down on the table in less than half a second, and became in a trance.

The movement was a bit loud, so that Zhen Xiao glanced at him subconsciously—this man didn't eat breakfast like him, and he stood with him in the sun for an hour, and now his face was pitifully pale, even his lips were pale.

Xia Jingzhe met his gaze, felt a little sorry, took out a bag of egg yolk biscuits from the drawer, and threw it into his arms: "There's only this, let's eat it..."

"are you not hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, I'm too sleepy, I can't feel it," fortunately, the Chinese class lasts two consecutive periods like English, and the last class before lunch is self-study, so he can catch up on sleep for a while - Xia Jingzhe thought in a daze , "Wake me up after the fifth period."

His tablemate nodded, remembering something, and whispered with a half-smile: "Will you still bite me?"

"...No, don't worry."

Xia Jingzhe seldom sleeps in class.

There is no other reason. In such a hostile environment, even if the eyes of the people around him do not fall on him, he still feels irritable and unable to calm down.

However, this time, whether it was because he was too sleepy, or because he had a trustworthy person beside him, the irritability that always accompanied him did not haunt him as usual—he just lay on his stomach in an uncomfortable position. On the table, listening to the old man's leisurely words, his thoughts sank little by little, and the last thoughts left in his mind had nothing to do with anxiety, but a faint feeling of coldness.

In the middle of September, it was not cold yet, but today it was sunny and hot, and the air conditioner was turned on in the classroom.

This subtle discomfort held him so lightly, keeping him awake in a vague way, so that he wouldn't fall asleep completely, but he didn't bother to wake up and do something.

Until I don't know how long it took, the annoying cold wind above his head seemed to be blocked by something, and suddenly stopped, and then a certain familiar smell enveloped him, which was unexpectedly reassuring.

With a clear thought, Xia Jingzhe slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand and grabbed the arm lying in front of his eyes, with a lazy smile in his eyes: "What are you doing?"

Zhen Xiao was stunned for a moment, let go of his fingers, and let the coat fall on his head—it was already over, but he still deliberately lowered his voice, Xia Jingzhe couldn't hear clearly, and he could vaguely tell from the shape of his mouth that he said What, the smile in the eyes became stronger: "Is it so kind?"

"It's not that you keep yelling and feeling cold..."

"Really." Xia Jingzhe was noncommittal, let go of his arm, hooked the corner of the jacket with his fingertips and pulled it upwards, his whole body shrunk into the clothes, only a few locks of thin black hair were exposed, hanging on his forearms , reminiscent of what cute animal hair.

Zhen Xiao was silent for a long time, but finally lost in front of this rare cuteness, taking advantage of the class bell ringing and no one was paying attention, she stretched out her hand and gently patted his head through the clothes.

Is it an illusion, I always feel that Xia Jingzhe is different today compared to before.

Seems to be... softer.

"Then I'm leaving, the meal is stuck in the drawer, go to the cafeteria by yourself - remember the way?"

It's just that he has a bad sense of direction, and it's not that he's mentally deficient. How could he not even remember the way from the teaching building to the cafeteria... Zhen Xiao secretly slandered, thinking that Xia Jingzhe might have misunderstood his IQ, so he couldn't help but look expressionless. He choked: "Thanks to you, teach me how to walk every day, I've already memorized it."

Xia Jingzhe didn't seem to realize that it was a taunt, she looked at him for two seconds, nodded in satisfaction, turned and left.

— So far, it's only a fluctuating but not bad day.

Zhen Xiao realized that something was wrong at ten o'clock in the evening, he returned to the dormitory from the classroom, opened the door but did not see the person who had promised him to come back as soon as possible, and then remembered that Xia Jingzhe was abnormally quiet that night , the last message in the chat box stayed at "If you have homework, take it back to the dormitory for me", the time was [-]:[-], and there was no more text after that.

It's also because he can't read it back... Zhen Xiao thought silently, went into the dormitory and closed the door, replied "When will you come back", and added an emoji that Xia Jingzhe often sent him, which seemed to be a certain game characters.

10 minutes passed and still no reply.

Is he still talking about work? The young man put down his cell phone, looked at the empty dormitory, and secretly slandered: From the time we ate a meal in the evening to now, the running table must have turned around several times.

When he realized that he was surrounded by people at the end of the narrow alley, many thoughts flashed through Xia Jingzhe's mind, the most vivid one had nothing to do with danger or fear, but "Fortunately, the editor was sent to the car first".

He knew the person in charge, and he was the one who sent him to the hospital. It seemed that he had been discharged recently, so he had time to trouble him—there was no retreat behind him, and there were no surveillance cameras or lights around. The young man simply took a step back, leaning on In front of the high wall, he looked at each other blankly, waiting for someone to speak first.

"Yo, Xia Jingzhe," Gao Qiyang stared into his eyes, paused every word with deep meaning, "Long time no see."

It's not a good day.

"I won't say polite words, but I would like to advise you, you'd better tell me her whereabouts obediently, otherwise...don't even think about walking out of this alley standing up today."

Surrounded by seven or eight youths dressed as gangsters behind him, they all held weapons in their hands, and if you read correctly, one of them was holding a switchblade that came out of the blade.

"I've said it before, if you find someone, go to the police." Xia Jingzhe lowered his eyes, the reflection of the blade reflected in his eyes, and said in a cold tone, "...Eight people, one counts as one, if you dare to touch me, try."

Thanks to the experience of being surrounded by people last time, he is familiar enough with the terrain of this alley area. As long as he takes advantage of the chaos and breaks the predicament of being surrounded, he can use the piles of debris not far away to climb up the wall, and then go around Going back to the crowded main road, there is no surveillance around, and this time, he will definitely not be "coincidentally bumped into" and then reported anonymously... He said provocative words, but his thoughts were surprisingly clear, even through the dim light in the distance The bright lights planned a reasonable escape route for himself.

The young man slowly raised his eyes to meet the gazes of those who were staring at him, his expression was indifferent, so calm that it was almost compassionate.

Fighting violence with violence is stupid, but he doesn't mind a bit of self-defense before taking the opportunity to get away.

So wrong.

After calling the phone for the third time but no one answered, Zhen Xiao finally couldn't sit still, flipped through the previous chat records of the two of them, and confirmed what Xia Jingzhe said before the sentence "If you have homework, bring it back to the dormitory" There is nothing abnormal, and he will quickly reply to boring questions such as "can I use your meal card to buy cakes"-he is not the type of person who can't read back, nor will he deliberately let people Worry.

At 10:30, the gate was closed long ago. He knew where Xia Jingzhe usually entered the school through the wall. He also knew that the window of the public toilet at the end of the first floor of the dormitory could not be locked, and he could climb out behind the gate... But he knew where to go. I know, but it is still a little difficult to practice. Xia Jingzhe can land smoothly with judo skills, but it might not be so if it is him.

Forget it, I jumped the window for him ten years ago, and this time is not too bad—Zhen Xiao thought with complicated emotions, and finally glanced at the call records of three consecutive missed calls, got up and walked to the door, feeling unexpected in his heart. Suddenly, a strange thought flashed through: Is it his turn to find no one this time?

The night is dark and the streets are silent.The young man with a poor sense of direction finally found the narrow alley in his memory by following the map after several rounds. It just so happened that the phone was out of battery, or there were other reasons for the delay, but the hidden worry in his heart became more and more clear, guiding him to this place where he had witnessed others besieging Xia Jingzhe.

Fortunately, his intuition was still correct, and he groped all the way into the dark alley, and finally heard a strange voice before a certain corner.

The accent seemed familiar, it was a certain young man who troubled Xia Jingzhe before—no, to him, he was just his peers.

The young man frowned imperceptibly, his eyes flashed with a sharpness that was almost cold, and he approached the direction of the voice lightly, only then could he hear the provocation and threat clearly.

It was very dirty, and one of the sentences was particularly harsh, "There are wild dogs born by mothers but not mothers" - it stopped abruptly.

Before hearing a certain sentence, until the other party swung a stick at him, Xia Jingzhe didn't even have the slightest thought of making a real move, and he didn't even fight back. He just bent over to avoid it, calmly waiting for an opportunity to escape.

He is not a child who will lose his mind when he is touched by a sentence, but some long-standing backlog of emotions reach a critical point, and when the last straw falls, the sober and self-controlled camel in his heart collapses.

With one opponent outnumbered and empty-handed, he has only studied judo for a few years, so he will never be the opponent of seven or eight seniors with full weapons, let alone someone who has already taken the lead... But he is so fierce that the tip of the knife When he got up to the back, he only stared at the person who struck, punching to the flesh and avoiding the vitals, his eyes were as cold as a knife in the hands of a madman.

"Fuck, boss, it looks like someone is talking..."

Gao Qiyang was stunned for a moment, followed the sound and turned his head to look at the dark corner behind him, waved his hand to stop the beating mixed with insults from his subordinates - then a certain indifferent voice came from afar, the voice was clear, it seemed that the volume was raised on purpose: "Yes , I called the police just now, if it is inconvenient for a police car to come in, you can come in through the fork at the back door of the mall..."

Another sound came from far to near, echoing faintly in the silent alley—it seemed to be the sound of a police siren.

"Tsk, trouble," Gao Qiyang spat hard, "You're lucky, the surname is Xia, just wait for me—go!"