Aristocrat Boys School

The advanced mathematics exam was in the first quarter of the morning, and the faces of the surrounding students were full of sleepiness and heaviness.

Jian Chi took the paper handed in front, glanced at the questions roughly, and then started to solve the questions in order from difficult to easy, and completed the answers 10 minutes before closing the paper.

"Jane Chi, there will be club activities later, what clubs have you signed up for?"

After finishing the course, Zhang Yang came over to chat with him enthusiastically, "The presidents of the tennis club and the track and field club are my good buddies, if you choose these two, I will let them take good care of you, but if it is a mathematics research club, I There’s nothing you can do.”

Jian Chi planned to put the notebook and textbooks back in the dormitory before going to the club, mentally calculating the route back and forth, and replied: "I signed up for the literature club."

This answer made Zhang Yang raise his eyebrows in surprise, and teased: "I thought you would choose a science club, and the top students really don't like science."

"I have chosen a lot of science subjects, and I can't let my extracurricular life be science subjects." Jian Chi smiled, "Study should also pay attention to balance."

"It seems to be the case."

On the way back to the dormitory, he bumped into Wei An, who also came to put things away, but saw that Jian Chi neither spoke nor looked up, completely ignoring him.

This made Jian Chi sigh in his heart. If possible, he didn't want to freeze the relationship with his roommates in the first week of school, but he really couldn't agree with the remarks made by Wei An last night. Maybe it's better not to disturb each other. better results.

The popularity of the Literature Club was unexpectedly high. When Jian Chi walked in, she never expected such a lively scene.

He scanned a circle of empty seats and sat in the second-to-last row. The president delivered a speech in a rhythmic tone on the stage, recommending the poetry collection in his hand.

Just as Jian Chi was getting into it, he suddenly heard someone beside him whispering, "Will Shao Hang come today?"

"Who knows," another person said, "The literature club is too boring. If Shao Hang wasn't here, who would sign up for this hypnosis club?"

After the conversation went back and forth, Jian Chi probably understood why the niche literary society is so popular, which can be regarded as some kind of alternative celebrity effect.

The president has already opened the poetry collection, cleared his throat, and read the excerpts from it.His voice is very thick, every syllable is full of emotion, which reminds Jane Chi of the announcer in the news.

"When I silently observe all the vivacious vitality, it takes only a moment to maintain their fragrance. The stage of the universe only plays some tricks, and is led in the dark by the stars of the sky..."

It's a pity that the hard-working president didn't attract the attention of the members. They all set their sights on the door not far away—Shao ​​Hang was wearing a dark blue suit and uniform, with the two buttons on his collar loosely unbuttoned, and his coat was draped over his shoulders. , the casual posture is as eye-catching as the red hair.

He walked over amidst the sound of poetry reading aloud, like a collision between elegant and ruffian, Jian Chi had a bad premonition, when that casual gaze passed him, Jian Chi knew that this premonition had become a reality .

Shao Hang raised the corner of his mouth, pulled away the seat behind Jian Chi and sat down calmly. The two people who were talking next to him surrounded him, and their voices had already overwhelmed the president's reading.

The pen between the two fingers rotates at a constant speed, and Jian Chi has to force himself to concentrate, which is what he often does when he feels irritable.

"Shao Hang, will you participate in this equestrian competition?" Jian Chi heard the man's extremely soft and flattering voice, "You must participate, everyone is here for you, no one compares You should have won the championship."

"We'll talk about it later." Shao Hang sounded perfunctory, perhaps because of his unique and magnetic voice, his tone of voice only made people feel lazy, but Jian Chi could hear his hidden impatience.

The president on the stage finally finished reading the poem, and he still seemed unsatisfied, "I have a total of ten copies here, and there are more translations in the library, if you want to take them, please raise your hand, the theme of this issue will be poetry. "

Jian Chi glanced around the sleepy members, and couldn't bear to dampen the enthusiasm of the president, so he raised his hand and asked, "Can I get a copy?"

"of course can!"

Jian Chi took a copy of "Sonnets" from the enthusiastic president. In fact, he didn't have much interest in poetry. He flipped through a few pages at random. voice, "Can you understand?"

Without looking back, Jian Chi knew that it was Shao Hang's inquiry.

He stopped turning the pages, and felt a kind of "finally here" relaxation, "I don't understand it, maybe I can understand it after I understand the story behind it."

There was a burst of low laughter in his ears, mixed with imperceptible sarcasm, which made Jian Chi feel offended just like the 'roll' that day.Shao Hang said, "Don't meddle in other people's business in the future."

Jian Chi closed the collection of poems, feeling a little helpless at this mandatory tone, remembering Ji Weisi's phrase 'he has such a character', and said as calmly as possible: "You misunderstood, I was just helping out that day."

"Do you want me to praise you for being kind?"

Jian Chi felt speechless about his misinterpretation of the meaning of the word.

Shao Hang accentuated his enunciation, and his breath seemed to follow the air across the back of his neck, slightly itchy, accompanied by a meaningful warning: "Remember to put away your useless kindness, you are the same as him, understand?"

It sounded like he was giving orders from above.

Jian Chi turned his head and looked at each other at a close distance so that he could clearly see himself in Shao Hang's eyes, as well as a long and thin scar on the other's left brow bone.Shao Hang lazily raised his eyelids, his pupils as black as brooches released a dull light in their gaze.

No matter how bad some people do, they can't erase their innate nobleness and arrogance. Every gesture of their hands seems to be giving alms, as if to say that talking to you is the greatest tolerance, don't try to go further.

What Zhang Yang said was very good, with an upper-class attitude and an inferior character.

"You can tell him in person," Jian Chi suggested, "Actually, Bai Xiyu and I are not very close, but we just transferred here on the same day and we had a few words."

Shao Hang smiled faintly and conveyed two words - don't believe it.He seemed too lazy to talk nonsense with Jane Chi, he found a comfortable position and closed his eyes, when the person next to him wanted to say something more, he glanced over, and the other person immediately closed his mouth.

Jian Chi couldn't help laughing, feeling that the address in the post was very appropriate, it really resembled the moody prince and the quail-like eunuch below.

The "Sonnets" Jian Chi finally took home, maybe after reviewing the boring economics, he will taste the joy of poetry.

The library is open 24 hours a day, and Jian Chi doesn't want to go back to be embarrassed with Wei An. She stays in the library to finish her homework and read the borrowed economics book for a while. It's already late at night on the way back.

He opened the HS casually, saw the friend request from Zhang Yang a few hours ago, and clicked through.

Zhang Yang sent a message in the next second: How did you just see it?I had something else to tell you.

Jian Chi stopped typing: What's the matter?

Zhang Yang: Didn't you choose the literary club?I forgot to tell you that Shao Hang was there this morning.He holds grudges, you should stay away, but I heard that he only went to the literature club to sleep, so nothing will happen to him.

Jian Chi thought that something had happened, but she still replied to Zhang Yang: I see, you should rest early.

After sending this message, Jian Chi turned off her phone and continued to walk towards the dormitory building.

There was a big temperature difference in the autumn night, and the wind blew across his cheeks with a little coolness. He stopped and heard the rustling of branches and leaves in the dark. After distinguishing for a moment, it seemed to gradually overlap with another steady footstep.

Step by step from far to near.

Jian Chi looked intently at the corridor not far away, and a black figure stepped out of it, whose reality could not be discerned in the night.

The street lamps on both sides of the campus road cast a dim yellow light on the ground, and the black shadow slowly walked under the lamps, finally illuminating the entire face.

Jian Chi's heart skipped a beat unexpectedly.

Wen Chuan was not wearing a uniform, and his figure was extremely slender with a black sweater and trousers. He was carrying a huge bag on his back, and his long hair was tied behind his head. When he saw Jane Chi, there was no fluctuation in his cold eyes, as if what appeared in front of him was just A cloud of air passed him standing there at an unchanging speed.

For a moment, Jian Chi thought of many things, such as the smell of blood on Wen Chuan's body in chemistry class, such as why he left the dormitory building at this point and was wearing private clothes.

Jian Chi turned around, made sure that Wen Chuan was walking towards the school gate, and stopped him: "I remember that the school doesn't allow students to leave the school at night."

It's not loud, but more than enough for a quiet night.

Wen Chuan's back paused for a moment, then ignored his words as if ignoring him, and disappeared into the night.