to imply

The wind of the rumors changed in an instant.

"Isn't it? Fang Zhi? That Fang Zhi in Class [-] who has a mental illness? No. [-] in the city? Are you mistaken?"

"Didn't you hear Director Liu's name-calling and praise on the rostrum? It makes me say that any mental illness is nothing. I was on the second floor on the day of the orientation meeting. There is nothing wrong with Fang Zhi, just people watching It's a bit colder, but his mother is yelling like a madman instead, it's scary."

"Let me just say, no matter how irresponsible the school is, it will never ignore the safety of the students. If there is such a problem, the school would have rejected it long ago."

"Hey, didn't you say that the parents of the students in Class [-] jointly requested the school to reject Fang Zhi?"

"That incident was exaggerated by everyone, and the truth is not that serious at all! I passed by Director Liu's office that day and saw it. The joint name and the large number of people are all fake! In the entire office, except for Director Liu, there is only one person with curly hair. A middle-aged woman! She was yelling, with a strong accent, and I couldn't hear it clearly, anyway, it probably meant that if the school didn't reject Fang Zhi, or she was joking about the safety of the students and asked the school to reduce or exempt tuition fees!"

"Is grades everything? Anyway, I think Fang Zhi still feels that he is not normal. I'd better see him take a detour."

"Tsk tsk tsk, from this point of view, it's all conspiracy and scheming! I'm too young. I have to reflect on myself, and I will never listen to the wind and the rain in the future."

"The direction of the wind is changing too fast, right? How do you know that it's not the forces behind Fang Zhi who are playing tricks? I think this is their method, just to cover up the fact that Fang Zhi is really sick."

"Am I the only one who starts to admire Fang Zhi? No.2 is the bully of the No. [-] Middle School in the city! In the end, he beat him by [-] points! Terrible!"

……

In short, the emergence of a new wave of rumors has lightly exposed the last wave of rumors, along with all the pain and misunderstanding hidden in it.

Class [-] and [-] of senior high school.

The title of No. [-] in the city seems to be very useful, especially when Fang Zhi stepped into the classroom with the envious eyes of the students in Class [-], and then saw that his desk and chair had been adjusted to the most central position in the classroom.

"Well, you went to the training camp a few days ago. I don't know. I am the monitor of our class democratically elected. My name is Xu Dai."

Before Fang Zhi could react, he stood up from the seat next to his desk and chair. A fair-looking young man wearing glasses smiled and explained to him shyly: "I told the class teacher that you are sitting there You may not be able to see the blackboard clearly in the corner, so he asked me to move your desk and chair here first, and you will be at the same table with me in the future."

The number of people in the fourth class is an odd number, and there should be one person who is single-seat.Fang Zhi glanced around the classroom, and finally found the single seat by the desk, and in the corner of his original seat, there were four labeled trash cans.

"That was my deskmate, named Jiang An, who was arranged there by the class teacher because he was always distracted in class. Don't be too psychologically stressed, he didn't go there because of you. Then you move your seat here, and that corner will be empty. Come out, I'll just...uh...what are you doing?"

Xu Dai was talking to himself, when he suddenly saw Fang Zhi, who had been standing at the door expressionlessly, striding towards him.

He stood by his desk and chair, under the amazed gaze of everyone in the class, hooked the strap of his schoolbag on one shoulder with one hand, and pulled his desk with the other hand behind his back, where the trash can was placed go to the corner.

The screeching sound of table feet rubbing against the floor suddenly sounded and stopped abruptly.

Fang Zhi threw his schoolbag on the table, moved a few trash cans to the corner by the back door, carried him back to his chair along the way, said "I have good eyesight", and then sat down and lay still on the seat up.

Everyone in the fourth class stared at the back of the man with "I'm cruel" written in big characters, and their hearts were unprecedentedly unanimous: Damn it!

Xu Dai stood on his seat, facing the sudden emptiness around him, showing embarrassment, and sat down without saying a word after a while.

"puff!"

At the same time, in Class [-] and [-] of senior high school, Xu Xie was being ruthlessly ridiculed by his friends.

"Xu Xie, Mr. Xu, is your brain okay? What are you going to join in the competition for the sophomore year?"

After learning that Xu Xie successfully won the bottom five of this training camp with an extremely auspicious score of 66 points, He Jie was both shocked and amused: "Student, what are you trying to do?"

Sad Brother Xu: "...I don't know what I'm trying to do."

For Mr. Xu, this competition was like a stain in his life. Not only did he lose face, but he also lost his grades.

As an outstanding young boy in the new era, Mr. Xu tried his best to make up for his shortcomings after realizing his shortcomings. In the future, while improving his math scores, he also thickened his face.

And after the first bit of distress fermented into feelings that he couldn't express himself day after day, the interaction between him and Fang Zhi still only remained in the greetings he didn't know how to say after passing by that young boy again and again and every time. Unstoppable heart palpitations.

until this day.

The day he and the boy became roommates.

He felt that his emotions that were hidden in his heart and growing wantonly seemed to see the light, and finally had a direction to grow.

When Fang Zhi finished eating the wontons, Xu Xie, who had been watching by his side, naturally inserted a cup of milk tea into a straw and pushed it in front of him.

The corners of Fang Zhi's eyes twitched: "I can't drink it."

Xu Xie was secretly happy because the young boy's temper improved a lot after waking up, and his brows and eyes softened naturally: "Drink slowly, you can finish it."

Fang Zhi: "..."

Fine.

Fang Zhi, adhering to the principle of not wasting food, took out his phone and played a game while sipping milk tea.

Xu Xie would not give up the opportunity to talk to Fang Zhi easily, and was about to ask him what game he was playing when the phone in his pocket vibrated twice.

He took out his mobile phone and glanced at the message reminder, after deciding between his brother and Fang Zhi for a while, he decided not to annoy Fang Zhi.

The news came from a WeChat group.

[Old Zhou]: [picture].

[Lao Zhou]: Any comments on the new menu?

[Brother Lin]: I don't have any comments, it's pretty good.

[Yu]: Why is there no Ma Xiao, my favorite? !

[Yu]: Not happy.jpg

[Old Zhou]: You kid is playing with your phone again!Listen carefully!

[Yu]: [picture].

[Yu]: get out of class is over.

[Yu]: Dinner time!Let's eat!

[Old Zhou]: Eat this kind of unnutritious food again.

[Brother Lin]: Can instant noodles count as food?

[He]: @余I still have 2 minutes to arrive at your school, wait for me at the school gate.

[Yu]: What are you doing here?

[Yu]: Looking forward to.jpg

[He]: You will know later.

[Xu Daxie]: @老周 I think you can add some soup, such as small wontons with crab powder and fresh meat, otherwise all these dishes and rice will be too dry.

[Brother Lin]: It makes sense.

[Old Zhou]: great.jpg

"how much is it?"

The clear and clear voice unique to young people suddenly sounded, and Xu Xie, who was arguing with a group of people in the group, regained consciousness in an instant, and looked at Fang Zhi: "What?"

Fang Zhi waved the mobile phone in his hand to him: "How much is it?"

Brother Xu, who opened his mouth and wanted to say "no need to give it", suddenly caught a glimpse of the WeChat chat interface that was still on his phone, and changed his voice: "Twenty, WeChat, scan me."

As he spoke, he called out his WeChat QR code business card.

Fang Zhi didn't care, until after scanning, he was stunned when he saw the WeChat profile homepage of a certain boss whose WeChat name was "Big Brother Xu" and whose profile picture was a stick figure panda.

In his WeChat address book, apart from the class group, there are only Fang Haisheng and Jiang An, and there is no third person.

Because no one wants to be there except the two of them.

"What's wrong?"

Hearing the doubtful questions from the people around him, Fang Zhi put away his complicated thoughts and clicked on the friend request.

Xu Xie passed quickly.

Fang Zhi transferred the money to him, and after looking at the stick figure panda for a long time, he took back his phone and took a sip of milk tea slowly.

The twilight is getting darker, the golden light is gradually dimming, and two figures in front of the desk in the 314 dormitory are vaguely drawn.

The time for evening self-study is approaching, Xu Xie cleaned up the table, holding some untouched food in his hand, and looked at the young boy who had been sitting on the chair playing games after eating: "It's almost time for evening self-study, Want to go together?"

The little boy fell asleep and felt comfortable. He turned his head and glanced at him, then locked the phone and threw it into his pocket: "Let's go."

The two walked side by side on Wutong Avenue in silence.

Xu Xie racked his brains and couldn't find anything to talk about between the two of them.Fang Zhi beside him, as always, walked leisurely with a cold face, and didn't feel at all how embarrassing the scene of the two walking away without talking.

"That...you..." Mr. Xu spent several minutes building his mind, and finally opened his mouth to say something, when he turned his head, he saw a book flying over Fang Zhi's head.

In a hurry, he grabbed Fang Zhi's arm and moved towards him, but the force was too great, and the little boy fell directly into his arms.

The owner of the book came out of nowhere, seeing that the book he had thrown almost hit someone, he hurriedly apologized and ran away.

Receiving the sharp gaze of the young boy in his arms, Mr. Xu felt a chill in his heart, and opened his mouth: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."

Fang Zhi pushed him away and stood up straight, looking back and forth on Xu Xie with questioning eyes, and finally replied "Yes" in a soft voice, and walked forward on his own.

Xu Xie glanced at Fang Zhi guilty, and found that he didn't seem to be angry, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to follow his steps to the teaching building, when a powerful weight suddenly hung on his back, accompanied by a sound of joy "Great Talent Xu", Xu Xie was knocked forward and staggered a few steps before he managed to stabilize his figure, but the porridge in his hand spilled forward uncontrollably due to inertia.

Xu Xie lowered his head slightly under the weight behind him, and all he could see was the hem of Fang Zhi's black and white school uniform. At this moment, there were a lot of wet marks on it, and a few grains of white rice stuck to it.

Xu Xie: "..."

Fang Zhi turned his head stiffly and slowly, first he saw the messy ground between him and Xu Xie, then moved his gaze down, and saw the sticky and wet piece of his left hem from the hem of his clothes to the hem of his leg.

It looks very indecent.

Fang Zhi: "..."

Now is the time for evening self-study, such a big movement quickly attracted the attention of many people.Fang Zhi, who was the center of focus, covered his face expressionlessly under the eyes of everyone.

...this fucking life.

A few minutes later, dormitory 314.

With a dark face, Fang Zhi took a set of clean school uniforms and went to the bathroom to change. Xu Xie, who was isolated outside the bathroom after following with a guilty conscience, leaned on the head of the bed, feeling ashamed.

The culprit, Yu You, sent a WeChat message at this time——

[Yu]: He Jing and I have cleaned up here.

[Yu]: Today, I am against Fang Zhi.The fleeting years are not good. The fleeting years are not good.

[Yu]: But does he usually look so proud?I just apologized to him and he ignored me.

[Yu]: I don't know if it was accepted or not.Why don't you ask him, I'll wash the dirty clothes for him?

[Yu]: Or should I treat him to a meal?

[Brother Xu]: Forget it, leave this matter to me, and go about your business.

[Yu]: Thank you brother.jpg

After taking over the job of apologizing from Yu You, Xu Xie fell on the bed with a groan in his heart, thinking that his impression in Fang Zhi's mind was completely bad.

"Kick--"

There was a slight sound of the door, and Xu Xie jumped up from the bed one second before the black-faced boy student Fang came out, and leaned forward graciously: "I'm sorry, my friend didn't do it on purpose...how about putting the dirty Give me your clothes, and I'll wash them for you."

"No need." Fang Zhi dodged Xu Xie's overstretched hand, went around him and threw the changed clothes into the laundry basket, stood there for a while, turned his head and asked who was standing behind him, and wrote his troubles in the With Xu Xie on her face, "Do you want to study by yourself at night?"

Xu Xie didn't react, and gave an "um" for no reason.

"Let's go then."

Fang Zhi's fingers twitched uncomfortably, thinking that he probably had a fever and his brain was confused, and he said such words that did not fit his personality to someone he didn't know well.

When did Fang, who was truly indifferent and heartless, do such a thing?

So the second after the voice fell, Fang Zhi turned around with a little embarrassment and walked towards the door of the dormitory.

Brother Xu finally came to his senses, his drooping brows and eyes suddenly became brighter.He hurriedly followed Fang Zhi's footsteps with a smile in his voice: "Here we come."

From everyone's point of view, there is an incompatible competitive relationship between Fang Zhi and Xu Xie.

The reason is nothing more than the fact that the two of them are the only two people in the second year of senior high school in Yuyang No. [-] Middle School who can meet the standards of the math competition, and it is inevitable that they will be brought out for various comparisons.

The superficial comparison is of course the math scores, and there are many more deep comparisons, from appearance and height to personality and popularity. Judging from Jiang An's irritable reaction when he chatted with Fang Zhi about these, Fang Zhi failed completely.

"Do you know what I heard? You said that you are not as good-looking as Xu Xie! I'm convinced, you two are not at the same level, what is there to compare with?" At that time, Jiang An went to the classroom early to copy homework , with a brush in his hand, and a mouth muttering on his face, "I just like you like this, how cold and domineering, how can you be like Xu Xie, who laughs at everyone when you see it, so creepy."

However, Fang Zhi didn't feel any discomfort at being compared.

He was talking about Jiang An's ramblings, but he was thinking about another thing.

In the rumor incident in the first year of high school, Fang Haisheng went to the school to discuss countermeasures with Director Liu because of him. At that time, he was standing outside the office of the Political and Education Department, picking his fingers.

The sound insulation in the office is not good, so even if the two middle-aged men inside lowered their voices to speak, every word and every word still came to his ears.

When Fang Haisheng took him by his side, the business had just started, and he had no money, so he squeezed Fang Zhi into a small single apartment, and was so busy that he had to entrust Fang Zhi to transfer him to another school. As a result, Fang Zhi transferred to New Less than a year after his junior high school, Fang Haiwen and Liu Yunyuan blocked the school gate after school, crying and shouting to take him away.

It was almost the same routine as the first year of high school. First, Liu Yunyuan looked at him delicately and shed a few tears, and then staged a false love between mother and child, accusing him of not being able to see the good of his parents, Then Fang Haisheng came forward to explain, what was expressed between the lines was that Fang Zhi had a mental illness, and they wanted to send him for treatment, but he not only disagreed, but also tricked his parents into going to school here.

The two cooperated tacitly, and Fang Zhi was caught off guard by a big play. After a few rebuttals, he was pointedly accused by the onlookers, and he became the target of public criticism for no reason.

Fortunately, Fang Haisheng took care of Fang Zhi closely at the time. He waited in the car for 10 minutes before Fang Zhi got out of the car and planned to pick up someone at the school gate. Then he saw Fang Haiwen surrounded by crowds at the school gate.

Just a few days ago, Fang Haiwen contacted him, saying that Liu Yunyuan was ill and needed Fang Zhi's cooperation, but he refused without thinking.What he didn't expect was that Fang Haiwen and his wife were so disgusted that they came to block people at the school gate.

Fang Haisheng's eyes turned red immediately, he pushed aside the bustling crowd, punched Fang Haiwen's face who wanted to force Fang Zhi away, and roared angrily: "Fucking bastard!"

He used all his strength in this punch, and Fang Haiwen was swung down to the ground by him, causing a cloud of dust to fly up.

Fang Haisheng didn't wait for him to react, he took Fang Zhi's arm with his backhand to push away the crowd, and pulled them into the car.

It wasn't until the car door was slammed shut that the chaotic and noisy sounds were completely cut off.

Fang Haisheng gasped for a few breaths before slowly suppressing the rage in his heart. In a blink of an eye, he saw Fang Zhi sitting on the co-pilot picking his fingers, his hands in good order. He clapped angrily: "Pick again! How many times have you told me to still pick!"

He knew what Fang Zhi's little action meant.

It means he is at a loss, it means he is afraid, it means he is frightened.

Fang Zhi stopped moving, and after a moment of silence, he looked at Fang Haisheng: "Uncle, don't be angry, it's not worth it."

Having raised Fang Zhi for so long, Fang Haisheng could somewhat tell that this child is a loving person inside, but he doesn't say it or show it on his face, and always has a cold face.So being comforted so bluntly by him so abnormally, Fang Haisheng's old father's heart was sour.

He cast aside in his heart that Fang Haiwen is really not a thing, and let him be autistic after a good boy, while turning the car and driving in the opposite direction of home: "Yes, it's not worth it. Let's go have a good meal and get rid of the bad luck. "