Oral period

Perhaps because of too much doubt, Xia Jingzhe didn't realize that he forgot to say those lines that required secrecy until he watched the two disappear at the corner of the stairs.

Forget it, no one will believe it when he says it out—he hesitated for a second, but shook his head in his heart, and gave up the idea of ​​catching up with extra problems—anyway, this is probably the last time, his mask has been taken off, and the manga will not There is a lack of material, and there is no need to maintain false social interactions in this way to relieve loneliness. This is probably the last commission he will take on, and it doesn't matter whether it will be leaked.

But...he turned his head and glanced at the lighted window, caught a glimpse of Zhen Xiao's figure, then quickly turned his eyes away, looked at the silent night sky, sighed with complicated emotions, and remembered what Zheng Kehai said just now .

"The group is anonymous, and he came to us to form a small group anonymously. He has never chatted privately. I don't know who he is."

"He also taught us how to make a commission...I heard someone say that putting an envelope under that fountain will make your wish come true, but I didn't take it seriously, and I don't know how to do it. It was he who said to use black envelope, put it at noon, and leave your contact information..."

"To be honest, if he hadn't brought it up, we wouldn't have thought of this issue—or at all, we wouldn't have thought about it so thoroughly, let alone collecting evidence, it would be nice to think of writing a joint letter... Well, he asked us to write the joint letter .”

"It should be someone from our class. I don't know who it is."

Who else could it be, a classmate who would bring his mobile phone into the office to record, and who knew him so well, there would be no other person except Zhenxiao.

He just couldn't figure out what the purpose of Zhenxiao's doing this was. He had already collected enough evidence, and he was just a step away. This entrustment, taking the evidence and treating it as if nothing happened, wouldn't all previous efforts be wasted...

He closed his eyes, held the temperature-stained USB flash drive in his pocket, and refuted himself systematically in his heart: he will not give up all his previous efforts, if there is one piece of evidence, he will have a second one, and he can go there by himself As the early bird, from the perspective of success rate, he may just be the penultimate insurance.

But will Zhenxiao really use him as a shield—or, in other words, Zhenxiao will really put so much effort into collecting evidence and bringing together those classmates who usually don't bother socializing, just to bring down a person who hasn't been confronted directly? He, doesn't he seem to be such a distasteful homeroom teacher...

He has drawn so many stories and constructed the cause and effect of many characters, but when things happen to him, he is still a fan of the authorities, and he is not even sure whether he should suspect the other party, ask them face to face, or pretend that nothing happened.

The next second, something cold was attached to his neck, and he was startled by the cold, and his hair almost exploded.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhen Xiao walked up to him at some point, put a school uniform jacket one size larger on him, and hugged him through the jacket, "What did they say?"

"... Nothing, just tell me what to do next, hand it over to the principal's office, and ask him to read it in person and give an answer... and so on. Some are feasible and some are not. I'm still thinking about it. There's just—well, nothing."

He couldn't hide his words in front of Zhenxiao, the doubts in his heart almost came out along with the words, and then he stopped abruptly, his expression became a little unnatural.

He hasn't figured out whether he should doubt Zhenxiao, but he instinctively doesn't want to doubt, and he doesn't want to rashly pierce the window paper, making it impossible for both of them to step down.

Zhen Xiao was silent for a moment, raised his hand noncommittally, and rubbed his lower lip with the soft part of his fingertips, as if reminding him that he had not drank water for too long and his lips became dry—so he subconsciously pursed his lips, lost in thought For a second, he almost couldn't hear what the other party said.

"If you don't want to go, then don't go," he heard Zhen Xiao say, "If you don't go, no one will blame you. It's because they are too cowardly to really stand up, so they pin their hopes on illusory things."

He had heard similar words not long ago, and it was the other party who told him, "If you don't want to accept the commission, you don't need to accept it, and you don't have to meet people you don't want to see"—Zhen Xiao seems to have really put the decision-making power in his hands, and didn't leave it to him. He used it as an available shield.

But why... He looked at Shang Zhenxiao, trying to find some clues in those eyes that were as deep as a cold pool - but to no avail, the other party's eyes were still calm, but the night wind blew past him, and he was so cold that he didn't realize it Shrunk.

"Go back," Zhen Xiao tightened his collar for him, and said in a rare gentle tone, "If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it when we go back."

"Wait..." He lowered his eyes, approached the other party out of the instinct to warm up, and at the same time said doubtful words, he felt contradictory—so much so that the words he said were blurred by the night wind, like something blurred and broken "Those things are you... I saw that anonymous chat group on your phone."

Perhaps it was an illusion, Zhen Xiao seemed to be relieved—or maybe it was a sigh.

"Yeah, who else but me." He admitted it unexpectedly calmly, as if he had expected him to ask such a question.

Xia Jingzhe was stunned, but was choked by his unexpected honesty. He didn't know where to ask—he wanted to say "then why did you let me come", but he vaguely felt that the answer had already surfaced in his intuition, so he didn't ask any more It's necessary.

But Zhenxiao can always read him, even if he doesn't speak.

"So it doesn't matter if you don't want to go, at least I don't mind, and they have no right to mind," Zhen Xiao hugged his shoulders and pushed him back, his voice didn't fluctuate, but his speed was faster than usual——he later Realizing that it was embarrassing, "As for the reason... two months ago I thought you would want an opportunity to prove your innocence, or 'prove that you are not a bad person', so I joined that group and observed their thoughts, Lu I have collected some evidence one after another, and I have been waiting for an opportunity to incite their public outrage, such as the chorus this time... But the timing came a bit late, and now I think you probably don’t need these anymore, so I finally handed over It's up to you to decide, that's all."

Just after finishing talking, Xia Jingzhe stopped in front of the window and turned around abruptly, as if deliberately reaching out to hug him, or throwing his head into his arms rudely.

"I need it," he heard his faintly trembling voice, with the same unstable emotion, like a long paragraph of thoughts came to his mouth, but he could only squeeze out a few words, "I need..."

"Thank you."