Oral period

"... Listen inside, is there someone talking?"

Saying this sentence is just a temporary play, simply decided that Xia Jingzhe is a single-threaded thinker, and his attention can't take into account two things at the same time, but maybe it's God's will - there are gods in the dark to protect him from suffering Pause——When the words fell, another familiar voice really came from the next door: "Teacher, we don't want to take the bottom one, isn't it true that we don't have time to practice..."

"It's him again." Xia Jingzhe was stunned for a moment, and as expected, he was temporarily distracted, trying to discern who was speaking, "Zheng Kehai?"

Zhen Xiao was also taken aback for a moment: "Well, it seems to be."

"Courage is commendable, this is the first time I've heard anyone dare to talk back to her like that—well, except you," Xia Jingzhe nodded thoughtfully, and sighed softly, "...and, pillow, yours Can you let go of your hand?"

If it was placed at the beginning of school, Xia Jingzhe's patience with him would probably be cleared the moment the voice-activated light was on, and he would not even be given a chance to divert attention—in this sense, now Xia Jingzhe's tolerance for him could be called gentle.

But gentleness can only make him push his feet. While secretly happy in his heart, he hugged him even more vigorously, pretending to be interested and asking why no one dared to talk back. Didn't he say that as long as the grades are good enough, he won't be embarrassed.

"That's what I said, but it's not like you are all like that." Xia Jingzhe raised his hand to flick his forehead, but suddenly remembered that his forehead was injured, so he temporarily changed it to rubbing his hair, "If someone is as good as you She has excellent grades and is spoiled by her as a baby. I probably want to work harder to please her. How can anyone be rebellious at the age of 19 like you? Don’t use the script of the pampered student, and have time to contradict the teacher for others ... Forget it, there is no way, you were secretly in love with me back then."

Zhen Xiao listened to his unconscious ending, and was aroused by the desire to win after a long time, so she let go of his hand and sang against him solemnly: "Is it... To be honest, when school just started I'm not interested in you, and I'll help you talk, but I just want to cheat a meal, stop being narcissistic."

What he said was half true and half false, and it wasn't all lying. After all, he hadn't recovered his memory at that time, and his impression of Xia Jingzhe remained as "a contradictory person who has a bad temper, grabs people's collars at every turn, and eats chocolate." , Likes are also hidden in the subconscious, so that many behaviors cannot be summarized with pure purposes-for example, whether saying "for a meal" is self-deception, the answer is not even known to him.

Xia Jingzhe leaned against the wall and remained silent for a while. He didn't know whether he was concentrating on listening to the gradually noisy movement in the classroom or observing him. It wasn't until the voice-activated light went out in the long silence that he cleared his throat and spoke softly at a volume that wouldn't disturb the light. : "It has nothing to do with whether you are narcissistic or not. Even if you were not interested in me at that time, I would still think you are a good person. Actually... Forget it, let's talk about it later."

The current environment does not seem suitable for the confession bureau - at least not suitable for talking about love after the loud accusation in the classroom, although the accusation itself has little to do with them.

——"From setting the program to performing on stage, we have only rehearsed five times in so many days. Teacher, since you want us to win awards so much, why do you say that rehearsal is a waste of time every time, and only we are allowed to talk to the physical education teacher. Counseling, rehearsing the few minutes before gym class, and—”

The woman's voice and the class bell rang at the same time, with indescribable sharpness and sarcasm: "Okay, Zheng Kehai, I know what you're thinking, to tell you the truth, I went to see your rehearsal, giggling and pretending, you can't sing for a long time After finishing it, no matter how much time you give you, you may not be able to come up with anything. In the end, it is not a waste of time--you can't tell the priority when you are in the third year of high school. No wonder your parents called me in a hurry that day and said You didn't concentrate on studying at home during the holidays, but you also went out to play under the guise of a group rehearsal, I think it was your fault that time."

The voice came to an abrupt end here, followed by the "squeak" sound of the door being pushed open and a series of equally sharp heels, which seemed to draw a close to a painful end to this debate.

The classroom has been quiet for a long time, and there are occasional scraping sounds of tables and chairs, probably because someone has finished packing and is about to leave, but the back door has never been opened——someone finally speaks after an unknown period of time, and they can’t hear clearly. It seems to be a not-so-friendly taunt, and it seems to be a joke intended to ridicule the atmosphere.

"The inner ghost is actually by my side."

In the end, there was no such thing as an extreme plot of righteous indignation and joint accusations. Half of the reason was that school was over, and the other half was because the so-called "informer" was the central figure in the class.

Xia Jingzhe leaned against the wall and listened silently for a while, and when the back door was opened, she still shook her head and pulled Zhenxiao to go back to the dormitory.

"Don't take the earphones?"

"Well, there are spares in the dormitory." He stuffed his cold hands into the pocket of the sweater, thankful that he didn't choose to wear a ring just now, "Today's draft hasn't been drawn—huh?"

Zhen Xiao stopped along with him: "What's wrong?"

"That sound just now... felt like the table was overturned," Xia Jingzhe glanced at the direction of the classroom, and noticed that there was a fellow student walking down the stairs. After hesitating for half a second, he dragged him down half a floor and left the stairs Only then did he ask in a low voice, "Is there a fight?"

If he heard correctly, before the desk overturned, he seemed to hear Zheng Kehai's sharp retort, saying that he was found and beaten, so why should he be the one to blame in the end? ——A lot of hysterical swear words were mixed in, which sounded like a self-defense while cursing.

Zhen Xiao was more concerned about what he had said earlier, and didn't want to know if the unimportant people started fighting. Hearing this, she let out a "hmm", and acted like a child in a wronged tone like a child being ignored by an adult: " Who dares to fight with him, besides, there are so many people watching the fight, there will always be someone trying to persuade you to fight, it's not your turn—go back, the cold wind is blowing my head and hurting me."

He didn't lie, his head was injured twice and left a lot of sequelae, and occasionally he would have a dull pain when the wind blows.

Xia Jingzhe looked at him half-believingly, but in the end he chose to fall into his trap unconditionally, put his finger on his temple and gently rubbed it: "Does it hurt? Let's go then... Change the road and walk from the opposite side."

This time it must not be an auditory hallucination.When he was speaking, someone happened to come downstairs behind him, whispering about the farce that broke out in the classroom, about a boy whom they suspected for a long time as an informer, finally turning around to take revenge, and in turn making fun of the real culprit, only to be beaten up by Zheng Kehai who turned into anger In a circle, everything fell down...

"Actually, I don't think it's all his fault. It's because the teacher went too far—oh, I'll be taught by her for another year..."

"That's right, it's really unlucky to be assigned to this class. Now I think that who is not so scary. She doesn't pick things up anyway, and dares to sing against her."

"Who is with whom?"

"Xia Jingzhe, with our unlucky head teacher..."

——At first Zhen Xiao thought that the person concerned didn't hear these words. After all, Xia Jingzhe didn't show any emotion from the beginning to the end. He just led him forward silently and stuffed his cold hands into his pockets. After he didn't get anywhere, he had to make an inch, and drilled into his cuffs to keep warm.

But soon he realized that Xia Jingzhe had heard it, and he simply hid the ups and downs of his emotions, only revealing a little clue inadvertently—such as the slightly raised ending sound at the end of the sentence, and the bullying him at the same time. The childish behavior of intentionally complaining that his arm is not hot enough to be used for warmth, a rare childish behavior.

When this person's mood fluctuates, he will talk more nonsense, and he still knows this.

But Xia Jingzhe didn't say anything, and he didn't take the initiative to point it out, so he obediently raised his arms, kept the weird posture of letting the other party stuff his hands into his sleeves, and walked forward, thinking about the possible development direction of the situation in the classroom—— It would be best to transfer the conflict to the head teacher and take this opportunity to let most people realize that "it is wise to find a way to change the head teacher". Find an opportunity to chat with Zheng Kehai himself, and give full play to the residual value of the key figures.

"What are you thinking about?" After stepping into the playground, Xia Jingzhe let go of his tight strings, pulled out his hand from his sleeve, and touched his forehead, "Does it hurt?"

Zhen Xiao shook his head, treated the pain that was still within the threshold as nothing happened, and said calmly: "What did you want to say just now?"

Xia Jingzhe was stunned for a moment, as if he was thinking about what he was referring to, then slowly withdrew his hand on his forehead, shaking it unnaturally: "It's nothing, it's not a big deal, it doesn't matter if you don't say it..."

The next second, someone grabbed his wrist, and the instigator frowned seriously, and said softly, "Then I have a headache."

"I'm sick..." Xia Jingzhe shook off his hand, and gave him a gentle hand, and the rare soft emotions disappeared, turning into a numb tone like a broken jar, "What did I just say?" ——Oh, it has nothing to do with whether you are narcissistic or not, even if you were not interested in me at that time, I would still think you are a good person..."

Zhen Xiao looked at his drooping eyelashes, counted the number of times he blinked, and asked softly, "And then?"

"Then...Actually, Zhen Xiao, I later thought about when I fell in love with you, but I never figured it out." Xia Jingzhe took a deep breath, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I said it was from that day on. Would it be too unpromising, after all, we only met on the second day, but if it really counts... well, don’t be angry, if it really counts, there was a moment that day that day I regarded you as a 'him', it seemed It was also at that moment that I fell in love with you a little bit."

"It's not the kind of liking that treats you as a substitute for 'him', but the kind...how should I put it, it's like that experience has died, and then God suddenly gave me a chance to revive it, so I will I feel like I can’t repeat the same mistakes this time, that kind of love.”

"I was so naive last time that I forgot to ask 'his' name, so when I first met you this time, on the first day, the first thing I said to you was to confirm your name—but you The surname is too rare, and I didn't recognize the word just by listening, so I could only try it around the bush... Well, I didn't expect that we would have conflicts because of that."

"I've always wanted to find a chance to explain this to you, but—the relationship was really bad during that time, and I didn't want to take the initiative to bring it up. It's rare to talk about it this time, so let's just say everything I want to say, After all, you are so jealous, maybe you will also be jealous of 'him'... You are very similar, but I like you not because you are like 'him', but because you are the type I like, and so is 'him', Gradually, I transferred my liking for the 'him' in my memory to you, and of course my liking for you from scratch."

"...It seems to be in a mess. Hey, to be honest, I don't understand it very well. I always feel that there is a BUG that I can't figure out, which makes the whole logic very confusing. Anyway, in summary, I just think you Like 'him', but I seldom confuse the two of you, and I don't like you because you are similar, at most, I think you and 'him' are the same kind of people, so I can't help but let down my guard against you... ..."

"Now 'he' has already turned the page in my heart, and I also...cough, I only like you, from now to the future, so don't be jealous."

His voice was very soft, and therefore showed little tenderness, as if he was talking about a particularly precious past event, every word was immersed in a faint smile, and it was rare to be straightforward.

The logic was indeed upside-down and chaotic, causing Zhenxiao to take a few seconds to understand what he meant—it wasn't too difficult to understand, after all, before recovering his memory, he actually felt the same way about Xia Jingzhe. An unreasonable desire for dependence, or an occasional sense of familiarity that makes one's heart soften.

But of course there are bugs - after clarifying the logic, he closed his eyes and briefly thought about how he should behave so as not to make the other party suspicious - of course there are bugs, the focus of the contradiction is that he is not someone's replacement or someone's preview , is himself from beginning to end.

So Xia Jingzhe will skip the "substitute" stage unconsciously, and directly regard him as a chance to do it again, and then fall in love without hesitation—or repeat the same mistakes.

He seems to be happy, after all, this is a rare and not awkward truth from the other party, but this BUG that only he knows is there, making all the confessions that should be happy become bitter and astringent, causing him to pull out I couldn't help but smile, and I couldn't even hear what I said instinctively.