damaged

I never like being nicknamed by others, except for Zhu Zhi.

"I like this name very much." Xiaolan wrote the word "Xiaolan" with a blue highlighter on the exercise book, took it as her own name, and handed it in.

Even Wang Bing would call her Xiaolan.

Gradually, everyone has somewhat forgotten what her original name was.

"I'm a little strange." Xiaolan smiled embarrassedly at Zhou Zhou.

Zhou Zhou said softly: "Why? Xiaolan is just very cute, and she matches you very well."

Except for Zhou Zhou and a few other acquaintances, Xiaolan seemed out of place in the eyes of her classmates.

strangeness.

It seems that there is no difference with everyone, and it seems that it is not the case.

Unspeakable taste.

She is always a quiet person, but her voice is exceptionally loud. Sometimes she is as quiet as water, and sometimes she is like an angry cow.

Xiaolan showed the blue braided bracelet on her wrist to Zhou Zhou: "Look, I made this myself."

"very beautiful."

"Every time I knit a knot, I will silently say her name in my heart. Until I finish knitting this bracelet, I call her 230 times in my heart."

"Wish Zhi?" Zhou Zhou asked knowingly.

But Xiaolan always answered tirelessly. She likes to answer such questions, and her image once again appeared in her mind: "Yes, it is Zhu Zhi."

The two looked towards the back of the classroom at the same time, and frowned at the same time.

Zhang Ailin fell asleep on the table, and Zhu Zhi played with her hair as a prank. Zhang Ailin raised her hand, restrained her right hand with her arm in dissatisfaction, and pressed it on the table.

It looked like they were holding hands.

"Zhang Ailin!" Xiaolan stood on the spot and shouted out of the blue.

Not only Zhang Ailin, but almost everyone in the classroom cast their gazes here, most of them impatient.

"What are you shouting all of a sudden? You must be sick."

"Isn't she always like this, just startled, don't worry about it."

Xiaolan couldn't hear the voices of the people around her, and could only see the picture of Zhu Zhi being bullied by Zhang Ailin in her eyes, and endless anger ignited in her heart.

She stood angrily in front of Zhang Ailin in three steps and two steps, stared at her, and shouted again: "Zhang Ailin!"

"what?"

On the other hand, Zhu Zhi, who was pressed on the table, held back the pain and grinned: "Xiao Lan, save me."

Anyone would take this sentence as a joke, but Xiao Lan doesn't think so.

Hearing this sentence, she immediately went around behind Zhang Ailin's chair, exhausted all her strength, and dragged it in the opposite direction.

Zhang Ailin let go of the hand that was holding Zhu Zhi tightly, stood up and stood up.

Without Zhang Ailin's resistance, Xiaolan and the chair she was dragging slammed backwards. She landed first, and then the chair hit her body.

Zhang Ailin looked at Xiaolan who was lying on the ground, and wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it in her stomach.

Zhu Zhi immediately squatted down, stepped forward and reached out to hold Xiaolan's arm, and asked with concern, "Did you hurt from the fall?"

It was just a polite question.

But in Xiao Lan's eyes, there is nothing more gentle than this sentence, it came from Zhu Zhi's mouth.

So she kept this sentence in her heart and wrote it hundreds of times in her pen. The tone and appearance of Zhu Zhi when she said that sentence always appeared in her mind.

"You must be sick." The boy sitting next to Xiaolan cursed in a low voice.

Only then did Xiaolan come back to her senses, put away her gaze, and put on a fierce look, glaring at the boy like an angry rooster.

"What's wrong?" asked another person next to him.

The boy covered his mouth with his palm, lowered his voice, and said to the people beside him, "She's been staring at me with that strange look just now, it's weird."

"Leave her alone, it's always been like this."

The conversation between the two boys, Xiaolan listened to everything, a little sad, but couldn't get into her heart.

There is an impenetrable wall in her heart, which has been continuously strengthened over the years to seal herself inside.

Feel comfortable.

It wasn't that Zhu Zhi broke into Xiao Lan's world suddenly, but Xiao Lan took the initiative to choose Zhu Zhi to enter her world.

Xiaolan folds, changes sex, and transforms Zhu Zhi infinitely into a phantom, becoming a part of her, a part she is chasing and yearning for.

"Student Zhu Zhi, that, that...the school will organize a singing competition, will student Zhu Zhi want to participate?"

Xiaolan lowered her head, stood in front of Zhu Zhi, tightly pinched the strap of her schoolbag with her hands, and asked falteringly, as if she was a child who made a mistake.

"Ah, there are still such activities." Zhu Zhi pushed the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose with his index finger and laughed.

"Ah."

All things must be told to you first, and I must tell you in a hurry.

"Okay."

Zhu Zhi replied without hesitation.

Suddenly, countless streams of heat surged in Xiaolan's heart, flowing in her heart, in her eye sockets, and in every part of her body.

The two words she uttered softly seemed to be a part of Xiaolan's affirmation of herself.

Well, in her world of few voices, it sounds like that is—you deserve to be affirmed, you deserve to be loved.

"Thank you." Xiaolan said.

Hearing this, Zhu Zhi was stunned for a moment, then smiled gently: "We should thank you, you have paid a lot for everyone."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Zhi patted Xiaolan's shoulder twice, and then walked away.

Insignificant soft words, but with great energy.

Xiaolan is more motivated than ever.

For the stage play, Xiaolan still needed Zhou Zhou's help. In this singing competition, Xiaolan spent [-]% of her energy and thoughts, for everyone and herself.

"Xiaolan, take a proper rest." Zhou Zhou brought a glass of warm water and put it beside Xiaolan's table.

"Thank you." After thanking him, he still leaned on the table.

"Xiaolan, it's just an activity, don't make yourself too tired." Zhou Zhou said softly again.

But Xiaolan shook her head stubbornly, and paused her pen tip slightly: "That's not the case, it's not just an event. Everyone doesn't like me anymore, I can't even do things well."

"There is no one who doesn't like Xiaolan, Xiaolan is very cute." This is a lie Zhou Zhou told because he couldn't bear to hurt her.

Xiaolan just smiled, but didn't answer Zhou Zhou's words, and continued to write the plan with her head down.

Looking at Xiaolan's appearance, Zhou Zhou sighed softly.

"Zhou Zhou?" Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

Turning around, he saw that it was Fang Zheng, standing at the back door of the classroom.

"Why hasn't the squad leader left yet?" Zhou Zhou said.

Before Fangzheng could speak, another girl jumped out from beside him. There seemed to be sparkling dots in her eyes. She was wearing denim jumpsuits, bouncing around, very lively.

This is the little bird that Fangzheng met by chance that day.

Seeing Zhou Zhou sizing him up, Fangzheng had a slightly embarrassed look on his face, and coughed twice: "I'm in charge of inspecting the classroom today, and I saw that you haven't turned off the lights here, so I'll take a look."

"I'm checking the next floor!" Xiaoque continued Fangzheng's words.

"We met by chance." Fangzheng deliberately explained this sentence, probably causing Zhou Zhou some misunderstanding.

Zhou Zhou laughed, "Okay, I know."

In Fangzheng's eyes, her smile changed even more.

"Okay, then I'll go first, and when you're done, remember to turn off the lights and close the windows." Simply leave this embarrassing place immediately.

"Goodbye."

When the figures of the two disappeared at the back door at the same time, Xiaoque's voice sounded in the empty corridor again, very sober and bright: "Where is your home?"

"Are you the monitor of the science class?"

"Big wood, why don't you speak?"

After asking a lot of questions one after another, Fang Zheng didn't have much time to think about the answers, and finally took advantage of a gap in his words. Fang Zheng hurriedly said, "It's because you asked too many questions!"

When the words were spoken, Fangzheng suddenly felt that his tone was not so kind, and hurriedly opened his mouth to explain: "I'm not that..."

But was interrupted by Xiao Que cheerfully: "You are such a big block! You speak so slowly!"

Fortunately, she didn't care.

"Big wood, are you good at math?"

"Fortunately."

"My math is bad, of course! My liberal arts is not very good either! But I have always been very happy, Big Wood, why do you always seem to frown sadly, is it because of your grades?"

"No...my grades are okay too. No, I'm not frowning!" Fangzheng subconsciously distinguished, his tone becoming urgent again.

Xiao Que let out a chuckle: "Now I'm even more frowning!"

Seeing her happy smiling face, Fangzheng's heart was in a mess, and he wanted to retaliate, but the logic of the girl in front of him was completely confused, and he couldn't find the fulcrum of his thinking.

"how so!"

While thinking about it, Fang Zheng unconsciously quickened his pace.

But Xiao Que followed immediately: "Oh, by the way, do you know that there is a singing competition recently?"

"Big wood, do you want to participate?"

"Hahahahaha, judging by your appearance, you won't go up and prepare to sing military songs, will you?"

"Hahahahahaha I'm just kidding!"

"Big wood! Wait for me!"

Within a few days, the originally agreed date of the singing competition moved forward.

But there was a rare downpour.

The raindrops were as big as countless fists falling from the sky, hitting the ground with huge splashes, and the sound of dripping was so loud that it almost drowned out the voices of people talking.

"It's raining heavily, and the conference room can't accommodate the whole grade. I'm afraid this event will either be postponed or cancelled."

Bu Congming stood by the window, looking at the flowing water like a small river from the glass, and said so.

"How is it possible!" Xiao Lan suddenly shouted behind him, startling him.

Not long after, a blue shadow appeared on the window, moving quickly towards the playground.

Bu Congming stared at the blue shadow on the glass in amazement, and slightly opened a gap in the window, and the rainstorm immediately entered the classroom through the tiny gap without stopping.

The raindrops hit Bu Congming's face so hard that he could barely open his eyes.

He saw that Xiaolan was carrying some iron rods, without an umbrella on her head, and was walking stubbornly towards the playground against the heavy rain.