Haze weather

Mr. Jiang is quite efficient in doing things.

At noon the next day, he sorted out the winners list of the students in middle A in the Zhicai joint exam, and gave it to Song Boyang.

He didn't hold back and tried again, but Song Boyang still refused to say anything.

Song Boyang not only didn't say anything, he didn't even dare to study the list during any recess in the afternoon, lest Mr. Jiang would put his head together again and laugh teasingly and maliciously.

When school was over in the evening, Song Boyang put the list in his school uniform pocket. He planned to go to the dormitory to read it again, but finally held back a few glances on the way.

There were only twenty people, except for Zhou Chiyu, there were only nineteen left.

After removing myself, there are only eighteen left.

Among the eighteen people, some had only heard the name, some had heard the name and seen the face, and some even had a little friendship with Song Boyang.For those who are friendly, try to test it out when chatting with them in the future, and you will know whether you have ever had contact with Zhou Chiyu.

So with some time, it's easy to narrow down the suspects.And use this to speculate who the line behind Zhou Chiyu refers to.

When thinking of this, Song Boyang's thoughts suddenly stopped.

what am i doing?

Even if the scope is narrowed down to only three people, it is impossible to determine who it is.

Even if the scope is narrowed down to only one person left, I can't be sure that my guess is correct.

So from the very beginning, it was doomed to be a futile effort, a waste of effort, and meaningless.

It is true that I am a little dazed.

Letting out a breath slowly, Song Boyang rolled up the paper for recording the list, and prepared to throw it away when he passed by the trash can. When he really walked to the recyclable trash can, his hand stretched out in midair silently He took it back, and put the ball of paper back into his school uniform pocket.

He had almost reached the gate of the boys' dormitory building.

The raised dormitory name printed on the wall caught the eye, Song Boyang moved his gaze downwards, only to find that someone was squatting not far from the gate, under the clothesline, holding a few strips of dead grass in his hands and silently playing around.

The other party was wearing a school uniform and curled up into a ball. At first glance, it looked like a blue and white sphere.

The figure seemed somewhat familiar.

Song Boyang thought this way, but the other party raised his head at this moment.

"Zhouchiyu?" Song Baiyang was slightly taken aback.

Zhou Chiyu threw away the torn pieces of withered grass in his hand, stood up and asked Song Boyang, "Do you have bandages and topical ointments in your dormitory?"

"Yes." Song Boyang nodded first, and then noticed the strangeness on Zhou Chiyu's face, "Why is there a wound on your forehead?!"

Zhou Chiyu's reaction was very flat, "You can't even buy band-aids in the small store, and I won't go home for dinner today, so I might have to buy band-aids and topical ointments in your dormitory for free for a while."

"It's okay." Song Boyang glanced at the wound on Zhou Chiyu's forehead again, and didn't ask any further, "Come to my dormitory first."

The access control of the dormitory in A is not strict, and non-resident students can come in and out freely.

Song Boyang's dormitory is on the first floor, facing north. Every time the tide returns, the ground is wet.

Zhou Chiyu felt that the soles of his feet were slippery when he was walking.

Entering the dormitory, Song Boyang quickly found a medicine box from the cabinet. After opening it, he saw that it was full of medicine boxes, as well as cotton swabs, cotton balls, etc., everything you need.

Zhou Chiyu was surprised, "There are so many medicines."

"There are a lot of inconveniences for boarding students, so I'm used to having these medicines ready for emergencies."

Song Boyang took out two povidone-iodine cotton swabs from a box, "Let me help you apply the medicine."

Zhou Chiyu: "Thank you."

Song Boyang: "You sit on my bench."

Zhou Chiyu: "Oh."

Song Boyang took a few glances, "Fortunately, the wound is relatively shallow."

Song Boyang held two small cotton swabs and gently touched Zhou Chiyu's forehead, began to disinfect, and wiped along the edge of the wound from the inside out, "Now can you tell me what happened? ?”

"Hiss." Zhou Chiyu couldn't hold back his breath, "I had a fight with someone."

His tone sounded a little more assertive.

Song Boyang asked: "Who is it?"

"Wang Dong."

"Why did he come to you?"

"He said that I spread rumors and slandered Fang Wenze to seek justice for Fang Wenze."

Song Boyang couldn't hold back his curse after listening, "Fuck."

Thinking about it, I felt strange, "When did Wang Dong and Fang Wenze have such a good relationship?"

"Actually, I had a little feud with him in junior high school." Zhou Chiyu explained, "I think he might just want to use Fang Wenze's excuse to hit me."

"What's the holiday?"

"He thinks I stole his girlfriend." Zhou Chiyu snorted lightly, "Actually, I don't even know what his girlfriend looks like."

"During the second year of junior high school, Wang Dong had a girlfriend, but he was dumped not long after. The girlfriend's reason was that she fell in love with someone else."

"That other person is you?"

"Anyway, that's what Wang Dong told me."

"I guess he wanted to teach me a lesson at that time, but it was just a coincidence that the Provincial Department of Education was calling on City A to build a civilized junior high school. Our junior high school was the focus of observation, so we were very strict in arresting fights. He never Dare to come to trouble me. Then he was in the third year of junior high school, and he was busy with the high school entrance examination, so he didn't have time to come to me."

Zhou Chiyu thought for a while and said, "But even if you come to me, I'm not afraid."

Song Boyang said, "But you really don't look like the kind who can fight."

"Yes." Zhou Chiyu nodded, "Those who have never fought with me say that."

Song Boyang laughed.

"I remember when I was in the freshman year of high school, I heard people talking about you, when you were in junior high school..." Song Baiyang paused, "You often fight. I always thought it was groundless."

"I fought a few times, but not often." Zhou Chiyu was very calm, "I had a bad temper when I was in the first and second grades of junior high school. If anyone provoked me, I would definitely fight back and get back, and let the other party never come back again next time." I didn’t dare to provoke me, but I tried my best to restrain myself later. It’s really wrong to fight, I’m to blame for not being able to hold back today.”

Putting down the iodophor cotton swab, Song Boyang picked up the topical ointment again, "But in today's situation, if you don't fight back, you will only get beaten."

Zhou Chiyu nodded, "Wang Dong looks determined to fight me today."

"Then what will you do if the head teacher asks you about the evening self-study?"

Zhou Chiyu: "Let's say that I accidentally fell on the road and knocked my forehead on a stone."

Song Boyang: "..."

Song Boyang: "I fell on the flat ground, right? It really happened to you."

Seeing the wound on Zhou Chiyu's head, Song Boyang sighed, took a cotton swab and continued to apply external ointment.

"From now on, people like Wang Dong can just take a detour. There is no need to talk to him. In the end, he will be the one who hurts. What if this matter is reported to the school, what if the Academic Affairs Office gives you a demerit? People like him don't care about demerit, but It really does have a big impact on you."

"It's okay, I went to shoot with him in the woods behind the school today. There are no cameras there. He was so beaten up by me and an omega as a beta, and he didn't have the face to spread the word, so no one will know."

Song Boyang: ...You seem quite proud?

A ball of pale yellow topical ointment stuck to Zhou Chiyu's forehead. This was Song Boyang's "masterpiece", so the author of the "masterpiece" couldn't help laughing out loud.

Zhou Chiyu asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Song Boyang replied: "Laughing, you look good when you hang the lottery."

Zhou Chiyu: "..."

One person was speechless once, and it was a tie.

Song Boyang asked again: "Is there any injury on your hand?"

Feeling guilty, Zhou Chiyu whispered, "Yes."

"Hand out." Song Boyang began to repeat the previous process, and saw that Zhou Chiyu's right hand joint also had broken skin. It may be inconvenient to write these days, so he couldn't help asking, "Does it hurt?"

Zhou Chiyu said in a low voice, "A little bit."

"What can you do?" Song Boyang frowned, and seriously applied medicine to the other party, "Be patient."

"It seems that I'm so useless to run away." Zhou Chiyu retorted softly, but didn't want to feel pain in his palm in the next second, "Hiss———"

"Song Boyang, you did it on purpose."

"It's the first time I've heard you swearing, classmate Xiao Zhou." Song Boyang spread the ointment evenly with a cotton swab, "Why don't you pretend?"

"I told you all about my black history in junior high school, so why should I pretend. It's exhausting."

Song Boyang turned around and took out a band-aid.In some places where the wound is very small, bandages can solve it.

Tear off the paper package and paste it on the other party.

During this process, Zhou Chiyu kept looking up at Song Boyang's hair tip when he was looking down. He was silent for a long time, then suddenly blinked and said, "It hurts."

Pursing her lips, she continued, "So I need a little sweetness to neutralize it."

"so?"

"So I want to eat Yoha, can you give me another one?"