Tao Zhi leaned against the wall, hiding in the shadows, watching the oolong rivalry between the two through the glass window.
She should have rushed in immediately to drag Song Jiang away, but she wanted to go in several times, but she always felt that she couldn't move forward.
Her eyes stopped on Jiang Qihuai who was inside.
The boy was wearing a uniform shirt uniform from a convenience store. His figure was tall and thin. During the movement, the folds of the shirt were held up by the outline of the skeleton, and the sleeves were folded up in two. Under the cold light, his skin showed an almost sickly paleness. strangeness.
There is a very different sense of alienation from the world, which is completely different from when I was in school.
This is Jiangqihuai in another world.
But the weak connection they had just established was far from enough for her to spy on his own private world.
The sensor glass door of the convenience store opened and closed, and the conversation between the two people could be vaguely heard. Tao Zhi sighed, took out his mobile phone and called Song Jiang.
Song Jiang picked it up, turned his back and lowered his voice furtively: "What's wrong? Why didn't you come in?"
"Get out quickly, don't be ashamed anymore." Tao Zhi said impatiently.
Song Jiang: "Didn't you always want to beat him up? Anyway, he's out of school now."
"It's an early truce. I want to beat you up now, and I'm outside the school anyway."
Song Jiang reluctantly moved out.
Tao Zhi hung up the phone and stuffed it into his coat pocket, then raised his head, and Jiang Qihuai suddenly turned his head in the convenience store as well.
The two people's eyes collided, and Tao Zhi was stunned.
Jiang Qihuai fixed his gaze for a moment, then looked at her indifferently.
Over there Song Jiang came over and said carelessly: "What's wrong? Why did you call me—"
Tao Zhi grabbed his coat sleeve, turned his head and walked away.
She walked in a hurry, and Song Jiang staggered two steps before keeping up: "Hey, what are you in a hurry, that Luzhu won't run away anymore."
After walking out of this street, Tao Zhi slowed down and turned his head: "What did you two say?"
Song Jiang recalled: "I asked him how he wanted to die."
"Stupid." Tao Zhi said objectively.
"He said he would get off work in four hours." Song Jiang couldn't understand, "Is he serious or just pretending?"
Tao Zhi ignored him, and after four hours of calculation, it was dawn.
I haven't seen him sleep in class. Doesn't this person need sleep
They were sitting outside the stewed stew stall, Tao Zhi propped his head in a daze, the store was getting things quickly, and Song Jiang was still struggling, "Although you two have a truce, but I've finished the battle, will it be too much to run away like this?" I’m too cowardly” and glanced at the watch for the third time, and said worriedly: “There are only three hours left.”
"..."
Tao Zhi put down his chopsticks and nodded, "You can sit here and wait for another three hours, the boss won't chase you away anyway."
Song Jiang: "What about you?"
Tao Zhi stood up and walked out, turned his back and waved his hands: "I'm going home to sleep."
Song Jiang: "..."
Tao Zhi was paralyzed at home like a salted fish day and night for two days, and didn't pay much attention to the time. When he woke up, he watched American dramas and played games, and continued to sleep when he was sleepy. The weekend passed quickly.
The sequelae of day and night reversal was that she overslept directly on Monday, and Aunt Zhang knocked on the door several times before finally waking her up.
Tao Zhi unhurriedly got up to wash up and went downstairs, the driver was just looking down at his watch when he went out with a piece of toast in his mouth. Tao Zhi climbed into the car and looked at him flatteringly through the rearview mirror: "Uncle Gu, from now on I don't need to tell Lao Tao about such trivial things as being late and leaving early, what do you think?"
The driver smiled: "I know, I know."
When we arrived at the school, the flag-raising ceremony had already begun. In the playground, all the teachers and students of the school stood neatly according to their class and age. Class one was the first in the second year of high school.
Tao Zhi walked from the end of the line, passed by more than a dozen classes, and walked to the end of the first class.
Jiang Qihuai was the last one standing, and Li Shuangjiang was in front of him.
Tao Zhi stood at the end of the girls' row. The girls' row was two fewer than the boys. She happened to be next to Li Shuangjiang. Li Shuangjiang turned his head when he heard the voice: "Morning, monitor."
Tao Zhi still had an unfinished slice of toast in his mouth, raised his hand, and said vaguely, "Morning."
"Have you finished your weekend homework?" Li Shuangjiang asked.
Tao Zhi ate the white soft bread, pulled off the light-colored corners around the outside, threw it into the trash can behind him, and asked sincerely, "What did you leave from the homework?"
"...the papers were handed out last Friday," Li Shuangjiang said, "I just want to remind you that every Monday before Wang Er's class, there will be a ten-minute quiz. The questions will be drawn from the weekend homework. Similarly, changing the answer, and continuing to change the answer if the answer is not correct, is very perverted."
Wang Er is the mathematics teacher of their class, named Wang Jie, the class teacher of the third class, and the leader of the mathematics school year. He is famous for his varied methods of torturing students.
Tao Zhi has never heard of such a tactic: "Until you do it right?"
Li Shuangjiang: "Until we do it right."
Tao Zhi didn't take it seriously: "That's not bad."
Copy from Xueba.
Li Shuangjiang saw through what she was thinking: "Don't think about it, your front and back tables, including your deskmate, may have different questions from the paper you got."
"… What's the meaning."
"It means that Wang Er will prepare papers with four different questions for each quiz, and it may not be which set of questions each person gets."
Tao Zhi: "..."
Tao Zhi didn't expect to encounter such a cruel test in the second week of school, and he didn't know how to get through the remaining two years in class one.
I fight wits and courage with the teachers of various subjects every day.
And dealing with awkward classmates.
During the group discussion of each subject throughout the afternoon, the atmosphere in the first row and the last group of Class One, Senior Two was a bit strange.
Fu Xiling didn't talk much in the first place, Jiang Qihuai could be directly regarded as dumb. In the group discussion last week, it was actually Tao Zhi who asked some strange questions to make the atmosphere less embarrassing.
Such as how to solve the root sign, and what is the chemical formula of calcium carbonate.
As a result, Tao Zhi didn't even say a word this week, and she didn't lie down on the table anymore. She only supported her narrow chair back with her elbows. Occasionally, she accidentally touched Jiang Qihuai's table, and she retracted it.
Because of the weekend, she felt a little uncomfortable.
She wanted to explain, but felt that it was strange to say anything.
After the chemistry get out of class was over in the morning, Tao Zhi mustered up his courage again, turned his head away, tapped his fingertips on the back of the chair, glanced at the person who was looking down at the word list behind him, and hesitated to speak.
"Just say what you want." Jiang Qihuai suddenly said.
Tao Zhi blinked: "Huh?"
"I've been jumping up and down all morning," Jiang Qihuai raised his head, "What do you want me to do?"
"...What do you mean by asking you for something?" Tao Zhi didn't know why this person could make people so angry just by opening his mouth. She narrowed her eyes in displeasure, "Did I ask you?"
"How did you copy the math test?" Jiang Qihuai asked back.
"Didn't he make one mistake and make one mistake, then I'll have to make all mistakes," Tao Zhi said nonchalantly, "Can he still beat me?"
"..."
Niubi.
Jiang Qihuai didn't speak any more, and lowered his head to read the book again.
Tao Zhi was not as awkward as in the morning, she asked sincerely and curiously, "Don't you need to sleep?"
Jiang Qihuai turned a page of the book, apparently understanding her question: "I only have night shifts on weekends."
When he mentioned this matter directly, Tao Zhi began to feel uncomfortable again.
She cleared her throat, and knowingly asked, "Did you get into a fight with Ji Yu that day?"
"No."
Tao Zhi looked at his indifferent look, and was a little curious: "Are you really good at fighting?"
Jiang Qihuai raised his eyes: "Do you want to try?"
"You really want to tear up the peace treaty," Tao Zhi stretched out his hand toward him, "Give me back my sincerity."
It took Jiang Qihuai a while to realize that her peace treaty refers to the little gingerbread man with a truce written on it.
Sincerity probably refers to this as well.
He nodded, and said calmly: "You wrote a truce, and when you turned around, someone asked me how I wanted to die."
Tao Zhi sold Song Jiang without even thinking about it: "I didn't ask him to ask, he just likes to fight," Tao Zhi said seriously, "Sometimes when he was walking on the street, he would just see One rushed up and punched someone without saying a word, and I don’t know why.”
Jiang Qihuai: "..."
Fu Xiling who was listening in the corner: "..."
Downstairs in Class 8, Song Jiang was bragging to others, and suddenly sneezed.
"Thinking and scolding, who misses me?" Song Jiang muttered in wonder.
The last class in the morning was mathematics. Sure enough, Wang Er walked in with a few stacks of papers, with the books under his arm, and handed out the papers to the first row of each group: "Stop nagging, the exam is over, let's see if you hand it in." I did that crappy homework, my son won’t be able to make so many mistakes in junior high school this year.”
Tao Zhi took the paper that Li Shuangjiang handed over, and glanced at it.
There are three left, and sure enough, each one is different.
She randomly picked out one and looked at it from the beginning. There were five questions in total, all of which were big questions, and there was no chance for anyone to get the answer.
The test lasted fifteen minutes.
Wang Er was pinching points in front, and when the time was up, he tapped the blackboard with a triangular ruler: "Okay, let's finish writing here, can't you finish writing this problem in fifteen minutes? The paper is passed from the back to the front. Li Shuangjiang, after you The table has been waiting for you for a long time."
After finishing the last question, Li Shuangjiang put down his pen and turned his head, took Tao Zhi's paper and glanced at it.
How did Tao Zhi get the paper and how did he hand it in? Except for an extra name written at the top, the big question below was blank.
Li Shuangjiang: "..."
Worthy of being the squad leader.
Tao Zhi raised one hand forward and stretched the other back. After waiting for two seconds, she felt Jiang Qihuai's paper slapping her palm lightly.
She took it and was about to pass it on when she caught a glimpse of a post-it note folded on it.
The little gingerbread man was folded up and cut in the middle with a crease.
Tao Zhi took the post-it note, handed over the paper, and turned his head: "What do you mean?"
"Your sincerity." Jiang Qihuai said.
Really give it back to her
"Are you going to declare war with me? I told you that I didn't ask Ji Yu to find you. Why are you so-" Tao Zhi opened the small sticky note angrily while talking, and then paused.
On the villain, under her flamboyant "truce", there are two more words.
It's not her handwriting, the font is slightly slanted, the strokes are sharp, and the vertical and horizontal strokes are very long.
— quasi-playing.
Tao Zhi: "...?"