paranoia

When the bell rang, which symbolized the start of the last exam at the end of the term, Song Jing glanced at the empty exam seat belonging to Jiang Xinzhi, frowned slightly, and stopped answering the question, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

Although Yucai's final exam was on the same day as No. [-] Middle School, it was two hours later.Just as Song Jing wrote down his name and class, Song Wanzhou had already handed in the paper on time, and went back to the classroom to get his schoolbag, preparing to go home alone to pack his luggage, and prepare dinner for Song Jing who was late.

Carrying a heavy schoolbag, Song Wanzhou pursed his lips and pondered whether to have pasta or porridge for dinner. When he looked up, he saw Jiang Xinzhi who was obviously waiting for him at the school gate.

Out of politeness, Song Wanzhou walked up to say hello, but seeing that the other party didn't answer, he asked softly, "Is it Xiaojing?"

The only intersection between the two was Song Jing, other than that, Song Wanzhou couldn't think of any reason why Jiang Xinzhi would come to him specifically.

"Song Wanzhou," Jiang Xinzhi frowned, looking at Song Wanzhou who always looks gentle no matter what, he felt disgusted, "Has Song Jing brought you to our band base?"

Song Jing never mentioned where their band is, let alone now that they have retired, they never mentioned the band again.

Song Wanzhou really didn't know, but he was a little wary of Jiang Xinzhi who suddenly came to the door and said something inexplicable.

Only when he asked casually, "No."

Jiang Xinzhi didn't explain the reason, but invited Song Wanzhou to follow him to have a look.

Rationality told Song Wanzhou not to go, but he couldn't help but follow behind Jiang Xinzhi, wanting to know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

Song Jing and Jiang Xinzhi are both from Yucai. Song Wanzhou thought that Jiang Xinzhi would take a taxi, but the people in front turned left and right along the street outside the No. [-] Middle School, without any intention of stopping until they stopped in front of a residential building. Down.

Seeing Song Wanzhou's confused face, Jiang Xinzhi took out the key and pointed, "The second floor."

Song Wanzhou knew for the first time that Song Jing's band was so close to him, no wonder they would come to pick him up early when there was training.

Following Jiang Xinzhi into the place where they usually practice, all kinds of musical instruments are neatly placed in a corner of the room, separated by a glass wall, and there are special recording equipment inside, which seems to have taken a lot of effort.

Jiang Xinzhi didn't intend to speak, his eyes were gloomy, and he stared straight at Song Wanzhou who was looking around in the room.

After touching it left and right, there was a lot of dust on his fingertips, Song Wanzhou thought, probably no one has been here for a while.

Thinking about the end of the week, Song Wanzhou asked casually, "Are you busy with exams recently?"

It was originally just a friendly greeting, and to make it less awkward for the two of them to get along, at least they had to say a few words, but the result just hurt Jiang Xinzhi's heart, thinking that standing in front of him was the culprit of their band's disbandment, so he said He wished he could rush forward and punch Song Wanzhou a few times to vent his anger.

Song Wanzhou has no power to restrain a chicken, so he is naturally not his opponent, but it only hurts his body, which can only make Song Jing feel angry, and maybe make a wedding dress for someone else, which is too cheap for them.

"Song Wanzhou," he called, "do you know why I brought you here?"

Finally going straight to the point, Song Wanzhou shook his head, "I don't know."

"Don't know?" Jiang Xinzhi locked the door with a key, leaned on the sofa, and turned the key ring with his fingers at will, with a playful smile on his face, "I don't know if I hate you, or I don't know Want to beat you up and let your anger out?"

Hearing this, Song Wanzhou breathed a sigh of relief.

He has met a lot of people who find fault for no reason. Some people like it, and naturally some people don't like it. Although he doesn't understand why Jiang Xinzhi, who has never met a few times, hates him, but he is so straightforward and has nothing to do with Song Jing The reason made his inexplicably tense heart relax.

"I don't know." He answered easily.

The more flat Song Wanzhou behaved, the more Jiang Xinzhi hated him, "Then do you know why Song Jing formed a band?"

"Xiao Jing," said

The question fell on Song Jing again, Song Wanzhou hesitated, "He prefers the stage."

Jiang Xinzhi sneered, "He really doesn't need to blink his eyes when he lies."

Song Jing really enjoyed the stage, Song Wanzhou could tell, he pursed his lips, waiting for Jiang Xinzhi to speak again.

Putting the key in his pocket, Jiang Xinzhi stood up, "It was so good at the beginning, anyway, if you don't want to study, just find something to do." Step by step, he approached Song Wanzhou, "Now I say I want to study again, let's leave .”

Song Jing's reason for quitting the band was not mentioned in front of Song Wanzhou. He only believed half of what Jiang Xin said.

"It was he who proposed to build a band, recruit people into the group, rent houses, inspect houses, and buy equipment. We didn't pay for it ourselves, and we didn't do it ourselves? Now Song Jing won't come if he can't come, and he will disband if he says he wants to disband. He actually uses studying as a reason , put his mother's shit!"

Song Jing's living expenses were never enough, but he rarely asked his parents to ask for more. Song Wanzhou didn't expect it to be spent on the band, and he bought all the equipment in just one year. It's hard to imagine how much money he spent.

Jiang Xinzhi saw Song Wanzhou's face gradually turning pale, with an expression of disbelief, a sense of pleasure spontaneously arose in his heart, prompting him to keep stimulating Song Wanzhou's nerves.

"Song Wanzhou," aiming at the target, the poisonous snake spat out his snake letter, sizzling, "Has Song Jing not slept with you yet? I thought he was ready after watching so many GVs?"

Song Wanzhou frowned, his pupils twitched, trying to shut up Jiang Xinzhi who was talking nonsense, and said in a deep voice, "Even if you are underage, you have to be responsible for what you say. Xiaojing is your friend , it’s my younger brother, please don’t make jokes casually.”

He tried his best to keep calm in front of outsiders, suppressed the anger in his heart, and adjusted his breathing.

Jiang Xin knew where he would get a chance, "Song Wanzhou, do you like Song Jing?" Seeing a hint of confusion and panic flashing in his eyes, "If you don't like him, can you stay away from him and set your position. "

"Please stop talking nonsense. Song Jing is my younger brother, so I will naturally care about him." Song Wanzhou couldn't say the word "like" for some reason, and subconsciously avoided it.

Hearing that, Jiang Xinzhi snorted coldly, as if hearing a joke, twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled sullenly, "Care?"

"Song Wanzhou, you really know how to use family affection as a cover, just like your brother."

"I know you two are not blood brothers, how long do you want to lie to yourself? Don't say you don't know that you are the one Song Jing likes."

Facing Jiang Xinzhi's aggressiveness, Song Wanzhou retreated subconsciously. He didn't expect Jiang Xinzhi to know about his relationship with Song Jing.

"Did you misunderstand, the person Xiaojing likes is you." Song Wanzhou said without confidence.

By now, he probably understood Jiang Xinzhi's purpose in coming to him.

"Like me?" Jiang Xinzhi kicked the stool beside him impatiently, with fire in his eyes, "He just wants to disband the band because he knows I like him!"

Seeing that Song Wanzhou was still avoiding, Jiang Xinzhi held his collar unceremoniously, looked at him, and said viciously, "Song Wanzhou, why don't you listen carefully."

"Your brother, Song Jing, likes you! The kind of liking that wants to sleep with you! Don't talk about brother and brother, even if you are his own brother, he will dare!"

Noticing Song Wanzhou's gloomy eyes, Jiang Xinzhi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, threw the key on him, and said lightly, "If you don't believe me, you can ask your harmless brother."