Oral period

Zhen Xiao has seen Xia Jingzhe alone on the roof many times, leaning on the railing and looking down, or sitting on the small high platform in the center of the roof, looking up at the sky with his hands-mostly in the evening, sometimes in the At noon or at night after evening self-study, in Xia Jingzhe's words, he needs to look at the sky and people who can move, so as to gain inspiration from accidents, so as not to be bound by the digital board and computer screen. In a small world.

But he just watched, sitting in the long sky, looking at the bustling crowd that excluded him, his clothes were fluttered by the wind, his whole body was as thin as a piece of paper, layer after layer of light The lonely paper makes people almost suspect that he may not belong to the world of this dimension.

This time there didn't seem to be much difference. He looked at Xia Jingzhe standing in the night, with a thin outline outlined by the fluorescent coat, and the sweater rope on his chest was blown up by the wind—probably because the night wind was too cold, Jing Zhe kept her head down all the time, and covered half of her face with the hood of the sweater, which also blocked the possibility of him seeing her emotions.

So he can only guess without any basis, guess that Xia Jingzhe is playing a metal rock song with heavy drums in his earphones, looking down at the teaching building one minute before the end of evening self-study, maybe he will silently count for a few seconds in his heart, or turn his eyes Focus on a precise point - make an appointment with a classmate who meets him on the rooftop after school.

Then the aimless guess was interrupted by the bell for the end of get out of class, he watched Xia Jingzhe take off his hood, turned and walked towards him.

Through a dusty glass window, it looks like a prison visit... Thinking of this, he reached out to open the window, and was caught off guard by the night wind.

Probably aware of his restrained shrinking, Xia Jingzhe smiled lightly, and pressed his warm palm to his cheek - his little boyfriend has a unique physique, no matter how low the temperature is, his hands are always hot, and the advantage is that they walk together It is very suitable for warming hands when walking at night. The disadvantage is that Xia Jingzhe becomes more afraid of the cold because of this, probably because people with high body temperature are more likely to perceive the low temperature of the environment.

"What do you think he will think when he sees me..." Xia Jingzhe looked at him and asked softly.

Zhen Xiao froze for a moment, before he could answer, he heard the phone in his hand rang several times.

"Here we come," Xia Jingzhe glanced down, handed him the phone, and patted his head, his tone was still very light, and he couldn't hear any emotion, "Then I'm going—I'll be right back, remember to help I pack my schoolbag."

Ten minutes ago they were sitting side by side on that old sofa, arguing about a rather abstract geometry problem—to be exact, Xia Jingzhe was arguing with him unilaterally, and couldn't figure out why he could skip several steps and get the answer directly. So he had to draw the auxiliary line from the beginning, and patiently explained it like teaching a child. His tone was too exaggerated, and he was bounced on the head by the other party.

Xia Jingzhe at that time was much more lively than now.

He lowered his eyes, his breath was choked by this inexplicable thought, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab Xia Jingzhe, and dragged Shengsheng who had already taken a step back to the window, then lowered his head to meet the other party's puzzled eyes, A kiss was printed on the back of the warm hand.

"Luck will change," he repeated softly in an almost pious tone, "there will be many good things in the future."

Xia Jingzhe seemed to be taken aback for a moment, seeing that he opened his mouth, but he still didn't say anything, nodded with his mouth pursed, turned and walked into the night.

"Hello, is this...'Black Envelope Office'? I said it during the day..."

Every time Xia Jingzhe heard the words "Black Envelope Office" from others, Xia Jingzhe would still feel a burst of shame uncontrollably, regretting why he didn't choose a normal name in advance, so that he had to improvise when asked. Using this to make up the number, it spread inexplicably.

But when people came to the door, he had no choice but to answer "It's me", got up and jumped off the high platform, and walked in front of the visitors - a man and a woman, he knew both of them, the boy was Zheng Kehai who was in charge of contacting him, and the girl was them The class monitor is Shi Ying.

"I've read everything you gave, and there's nothing wrong with it—it's not up to me if there's a problem," Xia Jingzhe glanced at the two people who were looking at each other, and decided to temporarily ignore the terrified expressions on their faces, and finish reading first The line of my own concept, "The main reason I came to you is to make sure what exactly I need to do."

"You, you..." Zheng Kehai still looked like he had seen a ghost, subconsciously took a step back, looked at him in disbelief, obviously didn't quite hear what he said, and it took him a long time to piece together a meaningful answer to the question, "……Why is that you?"

Shi Ying also stepped back, obviously fearful of him even more.

Forget it, the moon is dark and the wind is high, it is really scary to encounter negative textbooks in such a dangerous place where no one is around—he sighed in his heart, raised his arms in a gesture of surrender, and stepped back a few times in coordination Step by step, looking at the two of them with as gentle a tone as possible: "Don't worry, I'm not violent, and I don't plan to do anything, I just came here to take a commission... If you have something to say, don't waste your time, okay?"

Probably bluffed by his businesslike tone, the two looked at each other and finally decided to trust him for the time being.So Zheng Kehai looked at him, cleared his throat, and asked suppressing his emotions: "I have something to say... What do you want to say?"

"I've finished what I want to say," Xia Jingzhe immediately put away her gentleness, turned around and returned to the high platform, sat on it with her arms outstretched, and looked down at them with a clear and steady tone, "It's your turn next. ——Why did you make this commission, and what do you plan to do next, let’s hear it?”

The long-standing common enemy has suddenly become a life-saving straw, and the contrast is probably not suitable for anyone.

Zheng Kehai and Shi Ying discussed in low voice for a long time, and they didn't know what conclusion they came to. Finally, they took a few steps forward as if they were going all out, and said in a soft voice like discussing secrets: "Since it's you, you should know why we can't stand her... "

The reason for the "uprising" was similar to what he imagined. He couldn't bear the overly high-pressure management style of the head teacher, and wanted to change the teacher before the official review started, so as not to affect the college entrance examination-but a few words in it were a bit unexpected.

"But these evidences are not actually collected by us. Someone created an anonymous group before, just eat melons. The teacher is not in it, and most of the time it is used to complain about her... The group owner suddenly found me a few days ago and asked Do I want to overthrow her completely, and then sent me those photos and recordings, and told me that I can come to you to make a commission..."

"...It's almost like this. You are responsible for helping us deliver these things to the principal's office, and then don't say anything." Realizing that such behavior is meaningless to use him as a scapegoat, Zheng Kehai paused a little guilty, and quickly Changed the subject, "Oh, by the way, what's the reward you want?"

However, Xia Jingzhe didn't seem to focus on this. Hearing this, he just glanced at him and shook his head thoughtfully: "There is no reward."