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"What happened last night?"

"Someone committed suicide by jumping off a building."

"Who?"

The classmate pursed his lips, as if he had some scruples about saying the classmate's name directly, so he just winked in a certain direction, and lowered his voice as much as possible, "Look, that seat is empty now, the table is empty. And the benches have been removed."

Hearing this, Zhou Chiyu stopped the pen in his hand.

Since this morning, Class [-], Grade [-] has been shrouded in this inexplicably depressing atmosphere, and rumors are running around in the mouths of the students.

Zhou Chiyu glanced in Song Boyang's direction.

The seat next to him is indeed empty, and the table and chairs are gone.

The relics may have been taken away by relevant school departments for safekeeping, or they may have been used to collect evidence by the police. Zhou Chiyu doesn't know much about these, and it's just speculation.

Just like rumors at the beginning, they often start from speculation.

Zhou Chiyu wanted to leave his seat and talk to Song Boyang, but unfortunately he was a step late and the class bell rang.

You can only wait until the second class is over.

There was no sound at the door, no familiar, rapid, louder and louder high-heeled shoes knocking on the concrete floor.

The person who came was Lao Liu.

He stood on the podium, his usual amiable face was a bit more solemn and solemn, "I will temporarily act as the head teacher of our class. Everyone can study at ease and go to class normally. Don't be affected by other things, thus delaying your studies."

He looked at the students below, at the piles of textbooks in their hands, at the thick stacks of test papers under their elbows, his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, and finally swallowed them all silently It turned into a sigh that seemed like nothing.

"This class itself is not my class, everyone should study by themselves." He said.

Lao Liu put his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards the door of the classroom. The moment he was about to step out of the threshold, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head, and faced the students, "I think everyone already knows about this. Now, regarding this matter, everyone should be cautious in their words and deeds when expressing opinions on the Internet, do not add oil and vinegar, and do not talk nonsense about things that are uncertain."

"In reality, if you say a word casually, it may just pass away, and no one will remember it after a long time, but the Internet is different, it will leave traces, everyone should be responsible for their own words, and sometimes they are wrong. , then it’s best not to say a word.”

Zhou Chiyu didn't know whether Lao Liu was talking about the leak of pheromones a long time ago, or that his classmates were discussing Fang Wenze's affairs in the campus post bar not long ago, or was warning his classmates not to gossip about Fang Wenze's suicide. Or a double entendre.

But he knew that post would be found.

Zhou Chiyu clenched the pen tightly in his hand, and continued to work on the questions. He wanted to keep himself busy, and use his brain to concentrate on thinking about the questions in front of him, so that he could relieve the upset caused by other things.

Finally made it to the end of get out of class.

The bell just dropped the last note after class, and the deskmate picked up the test paper on the table and patted Zhou Chiyu's arm, "I don't know how to do this question, and I don't understand all the answers, can you explain it to me?" ?”

"I'm sorry, I have something to do at the moment, I'll tell you when I come back." Zhou Chiyu declined, "Excuse me, I want to go out."

"Oh, good." The deskmate nodded.

Squeezing out with difficulty from the narrow aisle, Zhou Chiyu looked in Song Boyang's direction again, only to find that his seat was also empty.

What about Song Boyang? !

Zhou Chiyu's heart began to beat faster, and he immediately ran out of the classroom, but he didn't expect to bump into Xia Shitao head-on——

"sorry!"

Inertia made it difficult for Zhou Chiyu to stop his forward pace for a while. He staggered a few steps before he managed to stabilize his figure.

"It's okay." Xia Shitao waved her hand, and she was surprised to find that she saw a look of panic on Zhou Chiyu's face, "What's wrong?"

"Do you know where Song Boyang is?"

"I don't know." Xia Shitao shook her head.

"Thank you!"

Zhou Chiyu ran away without looking back.

On the stairs, there are groups of students in twos and threes, arm in arm, or shoulder to shoulder, talking and laughing together, walking up or down, enjoying the rare leisure between classes.

There is always a lot of traffic on the stairs between large classes.

Zhou Chiyu walked too fast when going down the stairs, and accidentally bumped into a classmate's shoulder at the corner of the stairs from the second floor to the first floor.He said a few words of apology in succession, and then continued to run forward.

Today's sky is shrouded in haze, and it is drizzling. Students don't need to do morning exercises.

Where did Song Boyang go?

Zhou Chiyu knew that with Song Boyang's character, no accidents should happen, but he couldn't help worrying.

I couldn't help but recall the two words Song Boyang said over and over again when he explained to himself the reason why he chose to stay in that seat.

——"Will it change his ending?"

—— "Then what I can do now is to do my best to prevent such a tragedy from happening again."

Zhou Chiyu ran from the teaching building to the dormitory building, and then passed the boiling water room and the cafeteria. He ran crazily and tirelessly on the campus road at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint.

Heart beats fast.

Not sure if it was from running, or he was afraid of something, or both.

Sight as far as possible, to scan all the scenery in all directions, to find that familiar figure——

Finally found!

Zhou Chiyu's footsteps stopped, and his heart that was hanging in the air finally fell to the ground.

The next second, Zhou Chiyu ran forward and hugged Song Boyang, his arms were tightly hugged, and his fingertips were trembling.

"Where have you been?" He said sullenly, and buried his head into Song Boyang's neck after speaking, his breathing was still slightly disordered.

"There are no more refills, I went to buy a box of refills." The other party replied.

Only then did Zhou Chiyu slowly let go of his arms around the other party. At the same time, he saw the boxed refill in Song Boyang's right hand, but his expression was still dubious.

"What's wrong?" Song Boyang asked.

"I'm worried that something is wrong with you."

Song Boyang's eyes dimmed for a moment, then he smiled and said, "I'm fine."

He repeated, "I'm really fine."

The two walked towards the teaching building together.

Zhou Chiyu used the box of "civilized brand" pen refills in Song Boyang's hand to change the subject, "I remember when you and I went to the campus supermarket to buy water powder not long after the start of last semester, this was what you recommended to me. brand."

He said sincerely: "It's really easy to use."

The people around him didn't respond, as if they didn't hear it.

"Song Boyang."

Still no response.

Zhou Chiyu had no choice but to call out a second time, "Song Boyang."

Song Boyang came back to his senses, "What?"

Zhou Chiyu frowned and asked him, "What did I just say?"

Song Boyang was stunned for a moment, before saying, "Sorry, I was distracted just now."

Zhou Chiyu sighed, "I was just talking about how we bought pen refills together last semester."

The people around were silent.

Zhou Chiyu turned to look at Song Boyang.

I saw that the other party showed a deaf ear, until three seconds later, he nodded unresponsively.

Zhou Chiyu sighed again.

He suddenly stood in front of Song Boyang, blocking his way.

The next moment, he reached out and hugged Song Boyang tightly again.

"I know you're not feeling well." Zhou Chiyu said softly.

The opponent's reflex arc may have been stretched, and Song Boyang's voice was heard after a long time.

"Ah."

"If you want to call me, just call me. If you are afraid of wasting money on the phone, I don't have to answer it and call you again." Zhou Chiyu said again.

The response was a little faster this time.

"Ah."

Zhou Chiyu didn't speak anymore.

They were silent in tacit agreement, and the surroundings seemed to quiet down instantly, as if they could hear the sound of the wind.

Song Boyang rested his chin on Zhou Chiyu's shoulder and closed his eyes.

"Let me hold it for a little while, and it'll be fine," he said.