Oral period

The difficulty of the exam was moderate, and for Xia Jingzhe, it was the usual "I can fill it up, but I don't know if it's right" - thanks to the disk of materials that Zhenxiao compiled for him before, when he took the math test in the afternoon, he even felt that he Supernormal played a big role, and even dared to do the second small question on the last big question.

The only thing that was a little tormenting was that after a day of the exam, he ran back and forth between the exam room and the classroom, and went to the cafeteria for lunch. The two of them didn't have much time to be alone, so he never found a chance to ask what the classical Chinese sentences on the paper meant.

"I mean I like you," he didn't finally get the answer until after the math and English exams in the evening, when the other students either ran to the cafeteria or went home with their backpacks, leaving the two fake day students waiting for takeaway in the corner of the classroom— ——When translating word by word, Zhen Xiao sat at the table in front of him, turned around and lay down on his table, looked up at him with soft eyes, and his voice was soft, "Like the fish in the mountains like the stream, like you."

Xia Jingzhe was still not used to being stared at by him like this, so he talked about him awkwardly, asking why it was a fish in the mountains, but not in the sea.

"Well...Because the stream in the mountain is very narrow, there is only such a section of water source for the fish, and they can't leave or escape, but the sea is boundless," Zhen Xiao paused, and said "I can't make up Going down," the subtle tone fooled him, "Maybe, I don't remember why I wrote this at the time, maybe it was just for rhyme."

Xia Jingzhe thinks that he is indeed a monster who can achieve close to full marks in classical Chinese reading questions. He is really not in the same world as himself, who can solve everything with a few correct words. In the crook of his arm, he tapped the next sentence on the paper with the end of his pen: "What about this one?"

Zhen Xiao met his gaze straightly, with the corners of his eyes slightly bent: "Do you really not understand?"

"...How is it possible? You can guess it." Xia Jingzhe simply didn't hide his secret thoughts, and admitted it openly, "I want to hear it from you, can't I?"

There were only a few people in twos and threes left in the classroom, discussing something unknown around the front door, and there was still a distance away from them, which seemed that their corner was far away from the world, and there were sticky things that could only be seen by each other wrapped around the square inch, such as Zhen Xiao looked at his gaze, and at some point pulled up to play with the fingers on his cuff, and said words slowly.

Yes, but do you want to say something, an equivalent exchange.

——Deadly childish, when they met on the first day, they "exchanged at equal value". After so many days, the enemy turned into the sweetheart, why is this bad thing not over yet.

Xia Jingzhe lowered his gaze, embedded the cold rivet ring in his palm, and pretended to be confused: "I'm not a top student, and everything will be fine if I take a three-digit Chinese test. I don't know how to say such nice things."

He can feel that there are other things hidden under the flirtatious voice, the hints and temptations passing by, and they are carefully covered up by the vanity and harmlessness—exactly the same as him, the tenderness that can tire of people is always fake, It is used to hide the clear purpose inside, or other thoughts.

But the love letter is true, and the deep heart under the purpose is also true. No matter how you pretend to be a child, the child who will unconsciously come to hold his sleeve, the child who speaks for him regardless of the consequences, the child who is a bit vicious child.

Zhen Xiao accompanies him to do Tai Chi, and holds his hand in turn, rubbing the most delicate skin of his ring finger against the callus of his finger, as if reminding him that the evidence is solid: "But you are a cartoonist."

"Who told you that the barrier to entry for cartoonists is so low?" After all, Xia Jingzhe was still in the classroom, Xia Jingzhe couldn't be as disregarding the occasion as he was. Before the posture evolved into interlocking fingers, he withdrew his hand and carefully folded the "love letter" Well, he said, "I've only drawn a few stories."

"That's also been painted." The implication is that you are so handy in painting other people's love, and you can't say a few words of love.

Xia Jingzhe took a look at him, and found the obstinacy in those dark eyes that seemed familiar, so he laughed for some reason, and it was rare to have the patience to explain to him: "It's not the same thing, there are many people who are unhappy in reality, so they go Drawing comics, or looking for other things to pin your fantasies on, even if I have drawn 1 so-called youth love stories, it does not mean that I am good at dating... Speaking of which, I really want to interview you, student Zhenxiao, Why do you say that you didn't do anything but study in the first 18 years, but now you are still a set of people, huh?"

Under the guise of "the person you have a crush on is very similar to you" to test his preferences, from time to time, he will touch his face and other cross-line behaviors, and let the untimely indulgence and ambiguity grow quietly-at that time, he could still use his face confidently Innocent mixed up in the past, as if he really didn't know anything about the boundaries of communication, what about now.

Anyway, Xia Jingzhe wouldn't believe that he didn't understand anything.

Zhen Xiao was silent for a few seconds, and felt that there was nothing to lose by confessing that he had liked him for a long time. Just as he was about to find an exaggerated rhetoric to tease him, he heard something heavy fall over behind him. A familiar voice sounded, offensive and tough like deja vu: "Don't think you can get by without saying a word! Who else can it be if it's not you?"

He didn't have much interest in these "other people's affairs". When he heard what Zheng Kehai said clearly, he guessed what they were arguing about. Disrespectful"——looked up but saw Xia Jingzhe was staring in that direction, the end of his eyes slightly narrowed, looking very seriously.

So he had to follow Xia Jingzhe's line of sight, and what he saw was a boy who was lifted by Zheng Kehai's collar, and he was shaking against the door vigorously, and the back of his head hit the metal door frame, making a terrifying muffled sound— ——The door, where the monitoring is in a blind spot, and there are two people around it, which makes this scene more and more familiar.

Then he heard a short twitch in his ear, and his heart tightened for no reason.

It was also at this second that he could clearly see the boy's face from the gap between the staggered figures—wrinkled like a monkey, with one eyelid drooping and sniffing his nose, he was one of Xia Jingzhe's former roommates.

"Why do you care about them..." They are all people who have harmed you - he is like a child who has been left out in the cold, touching the other party's hand to try to get attention, when his voice is low, he seems to be coquettish, and the end of the sentence The modal particle becomes a sticky "ah".

Xia Jingzhe let out a low "hmm", stood up with frowns tightly, obviously didn't listen, but touched his head before leaving, like a rough moment of appeasement or a lesson.

Thinking about it afterwards, the other party was probably expressing his disapproval of his statement that seemed to be standing on the sidelines.

Xia Jingzhe's way of fighting is much more direct than fighting. Without those worries of restricting his performance, he can turn people aside neatly, and the process of subduing Zheng Kehai by cutting his arms is like tying up a vicious rooster—— Even if he pulled it away, it was fine, and there was no leisure to cause extra problems, but the remaining three people, including the victim, were afraid of him and slipped away quietly while taking advantage of the chaos.

"Why the fuck is it you again?!"

"Beating into tricks is so damn powerful," Xia Jingzhe imitated his tone, biting the two dirty words very similarly, with a clear sense of sarcasm, "Do you only know how to solve something by fighting? I really envy you Parents are so kind to you, and they haven't severed ties with you yet."

Zhen Xiao hasn't seen his sharp mask for a long time, and when he sees it again, he feels that everything is not pleasing to the eye, from the black hair tied up because of the exam to the earrings on one side, to the exaggerated hands that seem to be falling off his fingers. A metal ring, and a black suit with an exaggerated fluorescent pattern printed on the back—he wanted to put together a fake Xia Jingzhe with these things, like the floating decorations on the airman's body. Fat block.

The sarcastic sarcasm also seems fake, it is sent out by an external organ, and the inorganic words that have been programmed long ago, what the owner of the voice wants to say is not these at all, not "try it if you have the courage" It's not something like "to use violence to control violence is to be a fool".

What Xia Jingzhe will think about is how long it will take for the takeaway to be delivered, which chapter of the evening comics should be serialized, whether he can get a similar score in the comprehensive test tomorrow like Chinese and English, and whether he should feed the apartment building. Get the stray cat to climb over the wall and go home.

But everyone in the world is preconceived. His "first" was ten years ago, and his "master" was a pure, kind and lovely little god in his memory, while other people's "first" started with gossip. Showing a hedgehog edge.

"Having a bad mood?"

Walking to the rooftop with Xia Jingzhe felt a bit like holding back a cat with a bad temper. It had just fought with other small animals, and it opened its teeth and claws fiercely, but it was quiet in his arms. Quietly lowered, eyelashes drooping without saying a word.

"It shouldn't be meddling," the cat sighed, always saying something to him, "then there should be gossip again, there is no monitoring over there, who knows what blame I will have... But I You can't just watch them fight, what if you hit the back of your head and kill someone?"

Zhenxiao watched him flip through the window with ease and "flow" into the abandoned office, and felt more and more like a cat. While thinking wildly, he comforted him with thorough logical analysis: "Isn't he already scared by you, no If you dare to find trouble again, besides, the fact that the surveillance in the classroom can’t capture it doesn’t mean that all the surveillance can’t capture it, and even worse, there are corridors, so there really aren’t so many unjust, false and wrongful cases.”

"I'm just afraid that we'll find out..." Xia Jingzhe shook her head, very annoyed, "I'm not afraid of what will happen to them, I'm used to the troublemakers, I just don't want my parents—forget it He should be more afraid of his family members than me, don't think about it..."

Zhen Xiao took out a sticky note from the gap between several takeaway bowls, stared at the handwritten lines on it for a moment of silence, then handed it to him, and said endlessly: "Look, he gave us a poached egg. "

"Regular customers, here's a gift for you..." Xia Jingzhe read each word, and the faint lingering depression suddenly dissipated, "That's right, I just ordered this Hainanese chicken rice two days ago."

Zhen Xiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, sat down beside him, and changed the subject calmly: "Last time you threatened me in front of so many people, why are you not afraid that I will trouble you?"

Xia Jingzhe paused when he removed the chopsticks, and seemed to spend a few seconds recalling the scene he said: "Half of it is pretending, I want to separate from you, so that they will not be isolated with you... Who knew you were so clingy Ah, I can't even shake it off when I get close to it—forget it, I'm not that kind, and half of it is really unhappy."

He twitched the corners of his mouth as if mocking himself, and there was a faint astringency in his words: "But at most, that's all. You know, I won't really do anything."

Zhen Xiao thought about half of it, he really didn't know the secret of the first half, and once thought that he was just a little bit more childish than he imagined - he felt that the other party's emotions were going to sink a little bit, so he intentionally He said something insignificant to tease him, and the coquetry that was more than a month late came out naturally, mixed with exaggerated pity: "But you pinched me so painful that day."

Such a nasty statement from his mouth is not true at all, not to mention that Xia Jingzhe knew that he was insensitive to pain, and he knew that he did it on purpose, so he couldn't help laughing, and cooperated to touch his face: "Does it hurt here?"

I don't know who is making who happy.

So the distance was drawn very close, so close that it was impossible not to kiss.

He caught the flickering shake in his lover's eyes, and suddenly felt that he became very coaxable after meeting Zhenxiao, and he was no longer depressed for a long time over a little thing like before. He had to hide and draw comics all night before he could get out of the corner - now it's boring Sweetness can make him feel better, such as the instinct to kiss him that the other party failed to hide, such as a naturally occurring kiss.