Oral period

Xia Jingzhe's "one mouthful" was more than one mouthful, it seemed to use bite marks to trace the outline of his shoulder and collarbone all over, the force was very light, there was almost no imprint through a thin layer of fabric, his breath was damp and trembling, his clothes It was wet.

He didn't vent for long, and the second call came soon, saying that the driver had arrived at the school gate and asked where he was.

Zhen Xiao watched him lower his eyes, let go of his fingers one by one, his shoulders were obviously shaking, but his tone was so quiet that it was almost obedient——suddenly understood what the phrase "sensible earlier" meant.

Xia Jingzhe should be very obedient in front of his parents, he is the kind of child who will hide in his heart even if he suffers a great grievance, and pretends to be nonchalant on the surface so that his parents can rest assured.

It's not good to worry too much—Zhen Xiao thought of the biological mother who was "used" to the mental hospital by himself, and tasted a little absurd empathy.

"Then I'll go first," Xia Jingzhe hung up the phone after several consecutive tone words, looked at him and said, "I don't know how long it will be, you... take good care of yourself, tell me if you don't have enough money, forget it , I’ll turn you around a bit more. If you don’t want to live in the dormitory, you can go to the previous apartment. Do you remember the way? The key is in my schoolbag, and…”

Zhen Xiao reached out and rubbed his hair, interrupting his overly thoughtful instructions: "It's not that you won't come back, take care of yourself."

Nervous like that, he still has the mind to care about his little vacation - the person who was told sighed in his heart, thinking that there was a reason why he fell in love with the same person twice.

Xia Jingzhe acted as if she didn't hear it, she paused for a while, and then called out "Pillow Sky" again.

"Huh?" That hand was still held in the palm of his hand, and it was not so cold anymore, but it was sweating from the long-term close contact, clasped his hand, and the nails dug into the flesh, like a nail. Damp cocklebur.

"Zhouxiao..." He heard the other party ask softly, "My grandma... will be fine, right?"

Like a child who has had a nightmare, waking up, grabbing the most trustworthy person for comfort, wanting an answer that no one can give—careful, anxiety and dependence will overflow.

Zhen Xiao looked into his eyes and remained silent for a long time, after all, she still couldn't give a socially reasonable answer, but just raised her hand before disappointment welled up in those eyes, and hugged him gently but firmly.

"Don't be afraid," he said, "I'll wait for your return."

"Get up, let's eat—hey, why are you the only one left, where is Xiao Xia?"

Zhen Xiao pulled out the chair and sat down, looking at the overly sumptuous breakfast in front of him, was startled, and then remembered to answer: "He has to leave beforehand, the plane is early in the morning."

Thick barley and lotus seed porridge, sprinkled with a thin layer of sweet-scented osmanthus, steamed dumplings and steamed buns in a small drawer on the side, and a few dishes that only touched a few chopsticks last night, the moon cakes they bought when they came It was put aside, and one of them was cut open. Zhenxiao caught a glimpse of a ball of bright yellow, and vaguely remembered what kind of Liuxin custard mooncakes he bought. Xia Jingzhe seemed very interested.

It's a pity that I didn't eat it.

He took a sip of the porridge and felt it was a bit hot, and went to get the mooncakes in a strange way. Halfway through, he saw the screen of the phone turned on, and he swung his outstretched hand and swiped open the lock screen of the phone.

It was the group where he used the name of "secret love object" to Mengxia Jingzhe. Perhaps because of the holiday, the people in the group were more active than usual, wearing various vests, chatting lively all morning.

"I heard that she is running a private cram school again. Damn, it's five hundred an hour. Why don't you grab it?"

"Yes, yes! She also said that the next month's exam will be the one who proposes the question"

"This is not an open threat to us"

"No, I called my dad yesterday and asked me why I didn't pay the money"

"Then have you paid it?"

"How can I afford it? My family's business has been so bad this month, and one store has closed..."

"Me too, [-] an hour, [-] a day, my mother's half a month's salary goes into it"

"Most outrageous"

"As soon as she heard that my dad wanted to refuse, she immediately started picking on me, saying that I didn't hand in my homework while sleeping in class."

"Fortunately my dad didn't believe it"

"Otherwise you won't see me now"

"You're all set"

"Zheng Kehai was miserable. He rushed back to send money, and he never missed a make-up class. In the end, he was called a parent and criticized."

"I heard his dad almost beat him up in the office"

"What's up with him?"

"Beat people, make trouble"

"It's not good to pick anyone, you have to mess with that pillow, and don't think about what kind of Buddha he respects, the first in the class."

Seeing his own name, the young man twitched his brows slightly, put down the mooncake he had bitten into twice, and moved the phone to his face—as expected, another name he cared about soon appeared on the screen.

"Actually, I think Zheng Kehai is quite wronged."

"He didn't really do anything"

"Yeah, who taught me a lesson?"

"Where is that? What melon did I miss??"

"Xia Jingzhe, who else can there be?"

"That blow was really ruthless, and he was thrown on the ground directly. Fortunately, I didn't mess with him."

"That's right, that look in his eyes..."

"To tell you the truth, my legs are weak"

Zhenxiao propped his chin, remembering the way Xia Jingzhe looked at him before he left, couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, and tasted a great sense of satisfaction in the contrast between the two - a vicious person who provokes teachers and classmates regardless of consequences. It is as sharp as a knife, but it will show soft and cute weaknesses to him. If he is led out of the secret room, it will gently nibble on his shoulders like a small animal...

Why is she so soft in front of him?

The chat on the screen was still going on, but the topic was slightly off track.

"Hey, it's also hands-on, why don't you think she troubled Xia Jingzhe?"

"Isn't the family rich?"

"Yes, I heard that my parents set up a company abroad, spending money like sprinkling water"

"And... don't know if it's true"

"I heard that his mother was having an affair with the principal, and he was forced into our class by a lot of tricks."

"Oh? Which method..."

"You know what?"

"Also, I heard from my classmates that his private life is also very chaotic."

"A lot of girlfriends?"

"Not only that, men and women take it all!"

"That's right, his face... To be honest, it's pretty girly"

"Who knows what their rich people usually do?"

"But you see, he doesn't usually stay in the classroom, he runs out after school, maybe he's going to be happy somewhere."

"Let's stay away from him, it won't be good if he catches any disease"

"That's it"

……

The boy's eyes darkened, and he quickly typed a line, joined their conversation, and brought the topic back to "the head teacher privately forced students to make up lessons"—then locked the screen and muted it, and pushed the phone aside.

He understood why Xia Jingzhe's expression was so serious when he brought up the past rumors.

A group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old high school students had so rich imagination that he was unimaginable, and he even wanted to ask a question, how could they still fail in Chinese composition with such a high talent for arrangement and fabrication.

A lot of words make money, piles of ruins burn bones, and the lines are full of straightforward and absurd malice... But this is just the tip of the iceberg that he saw by chance.

It's not that he can't refute, he doesn't know how much pocket money Xia Jingzhe's parents gave him, but he knows that he is not a spendthrift person. He usually eats with his own manuscript fees. The biggest expenditure is to buy snacks once a week. Is the ice cream cheese or durian flavored?" Seriously weigh trivial issues such as, except for comics and rock music, there are not even any hobbies that need to spend money.

Daily life is also so simple that it is almost dull, listening to lectures, doing homework, intermittently studying seriously, and occasionally playing games, and most of the rest of the time is spent reading and drawing comics, sometimes walking and thinking about plots, even One or two commissions per week can be called an adjustment.

As for whether his mother had an affair with the principal... How could a strong woman who had raised her son for more than ten years make such a big sacrifice.

But what about rebuttals, they are all people in vests, and no one knows who their identities are. His so-called truth is the same as other people's rumors. Awakening of Insects has changed.

"In my opinion, the most stupid thing is to prove your innocence, and to control violence with violence" - if the rebuttal was useful, he probably wouldn't have heard this sentence from Xia Jingzhe's mouth.

It took a long time until Xu Qing realized what was wrong with him and came over to ask if the breakfast was not to his appetite, the young man came to his senses belatedly, shook his head, and drank half a bowl of porridge sullenly.

When he picked up the phone again, the message on the screen was already 99+. It seemed that the sentence he changed the subject, "I heard that she plans to give low marks to all those who didn't make up the lessons", had an effect. Xia Jingzhe had nothing to do with it, and replaced it with "It's really bad luck for three lifetimes to be a class teacher like her".

Zhen Xiao ignored it, cut out the window expressionlessly, and clicked on the dialog box of the only top contact—the words came to his mind, but he suddenly didn't know where to start.

What are you talking about? I said that I created a group, and I brought in all the students who had opinions on the head teacher, chatted anonymously, and collected evidence that she was not worthy of being a teacher. In the end, I accidentally saw them discussing him. He must be able to kill people—not reconciled, but it's not time to refute. Before he gets overwhelming evidence, he can only let this group of man-made rumors smear him, and he doesn't even have the position to speak for him.

Or that my heart hurts, regretting not being able to remember earlier, find him earlier, then protect him, share the malice for him, even if it's just listening, it's better than hurting him the other way...

The cursor flickered and flickered, deleted, deleted, and revised five or six times. After all, he still couldn't think of any suitable words, and only sent an emoji.

It was also sent to him by Xia Jingzhe before, a cat hugging another cat - saying that he could use it to enliven the atmosphere and send it to the legendary "secret crush".

Xia Jingzhe is still on the plane now, the cross-border flight is not so fast, it is said that the other party will not see his news until the evening.

He looked at the word "Awakening of Insects" in the note at the top, and it was the first time that he looked forward to the evening so much.