Zhu Shoucheng stared at the "teaching plan" on the computer in a daze.
Yesterday's dream was too real, so real that he remembered it now, and there were goose bumps between his legs.
Whether it's pain, screams, sweat, it's all astonishingly real. The half of the undigested candy from yesterday still seems to be sticking to the wall of his stomach, getting heavier and heavier.
"… teacher?"
Now, as long as Zhu Shoucheng sees Chi Xiaochi, not only will he have no desire, but his tongue will be bitter, but he will also have an urge to run away for no reason.
If he told the outside world that he was sincerely afraid of the underage children who only reached his chest, it was because of a dream that had no head and no tail, and I was afraid that people would laugh out loud.
… but only he knows that his fears are not in vain.
"teacher!"
Zhu Shoucheng suddenly woke up, touched his forehead, and sweated on his hands.
Chi Xiaochi looked at him with his chin on the opposite side, with a smile that was not a smile, his eyes seemed to be able to see through all his troubles, but his tone was hypocritical and innocent: "Mr. Zhu, how do you solve this problem?"
Zhu Shoucheng couldn't take it anymore.
He felt that because of that strange dream, he had hallucinations, suffered from a heart disease, and the grass and trees were all soldiers. Even Chi Xiaochi's expression seemed to be full of creepy meanings.
He endured his mind wandering until the evening, and waited until Chi Xiaochi's parents came back from get off work before finding them, euphemistically saying that he was not feeling very well recently, and it might be inconvenient to continue tutoring for Xiaochi.
Chi Xiaochi's father didn't say a word, but Chi's mother quit.
She said strangely: "Mr. Zhu, you are not in good health, we can understand. We are not unreasonable people, but are you going to take a whole summer vacation?"
Zhu Shoucheng was speechless.
On the contrary, Mother Chi showed full grievance: "Mr. Zhu, our Xiaochi is at a critical juncture in his life. You promised to tutor him at the beginning. We have been neighbors for many years. We will naturally rest assured that we hand over the child to you. But you If you can’t agree, it’s not a word to talk about. Now the summer cram schools that have to pay are full and no one is accepted. The remaining ones are so expensive that you can’t wait to ask us for half a month’s salary for one class. Leave him alone, where can we send the child?"
Zhu Shoucheng usually maintains his personal image prudently, and has a very harmonious relationship with his neighbors. He has never even had a red face. If he hadn't been messed up this time, seeing Chi Xiaochi's face, he would be stunned, and he would not have done it. Regret this kind of thing.
However, after all, Zhu Shoucheng has been a gold medal teacher for many years. He is used to seeing students' parents nod and bow to him and ask him to take care of him. This time, he was suddenly blamed by pointing his nose unreasonably. Justified: "It's not..."
"Are you blaming us for not paying you tuition fees?" Mother Chi said with a worried expression, "If you think so, just say it, we'll make it up for you, don't do this kind of twists and turns, let's be parents Yes, is it done?!"
These words were so rude, when Zhu Shoucheng heard this, his heart swelled up.
He usually doesn't charge money for making up lessons for the children, because there is no gain, so he never cares about the gains and losses in money.
Zhu Shoucheng never thought that he would be used to such a person who takes begging for granted!
However, he still has to live here, and his son has also gone abroad. He can't tear up his face with his neighbors and affect his future life here.
Zhu Shoucheng let out a heavy sigh, calmed his mind, and then put on a humble look: "I'm sorry, brother and sister, it's because I'm not feeling well, I'll ask for a week's leave first. I'll resume tutoring for Xiaochi in a week, you see is this okay?"
Seeing that his wife had achieved his goal, Father Chi, who had been silent for a long time, then stood up, and first reprimanded his wife a few words of "nonsense", and then smiled at Zhu Shoucheng: "Mr. Zhu, then we can That's it."
Zhu Shoucheng replied "certainly" on the face, and his heart was so angry that he fell to his knees.
Who is this family? !
But Chi Xiaochi, a disgusting family, was chosen by Zhu Shoucheng himself.
He endured a sigh of anger and walked out of the Chi's door, thinking, let's wait for a week.
When he slows down the stamina of this dream, he will ask Chi Xiaochi for the loss back no matter what!
Unexpectedly, at night, when he went out to take out the garbage with his slippers on, he heard the mother Chi gossip with the chatter in the tube building.
"When we invited Mr. Zhu to have a good meal, he himself promised to give our family Xiaochi supplementary lessons without taking any money. As a result, he suddenly came to us today and said that he would not do supplementary lessons, and he would not say why. You said, there is him. Like this?"
Someone half-jokingly and half-seriously said, "Don't be that kid from your family who is too skinny to take."
Mother Chi spat: "Shao Hu Qin, my family Xiaochi has been earning money recently, and every day he comes back, he tells us Mr. Zhu's good things. If there is something we don't understand, he even knows to play the recording of the make-up class. He said he would like to receive it. If you have a high degree in the heart test, you will have to pass the test in the future.”
After the women falsely complimented and envied for a while, Mother Chi commented on Zhu Shoucheng: "In this world, what kind of teacher is not a teacher, in the end, it's all about money."
Apart from hearing the chest tightness, Zhu Shoucheng also broke out in a cold sweat.
Make-up lessons... Recording
Does Chi Xiaochi have a recording? How could he not notice at all
Zhu Shoucheng remembered that he had tested Chi Xiaochi's bottom line and found that he was very pure. He didn't understand most of the adult jokes he carried in his words, and he was not very sensitive to the feelings between men.
At that time, Zhu Shoucheng was also excited about this discovery.
He liked this untainted little boy so much.
However, if his secret words to him are overheard...
Zhu Shoucheng absently took out the key from his trouser pocket, and was about to open the door, when someone accidentally tapped him on his shoulder from behind.
When he turned his head and saw Chi Xiaochi's unapproachable face, his legs trembled and he almost didn't hold the key.
Chi Xiaochi held a garbage bag in his left hand and pointed to the bag at Zhu Shoucheng's feet: "Teacher, did I throw it away for you?"
Zhu Shoucheng grabbed the door panel, hurriedly hummed, turned into the door, closed the screen door, isolated him from himself, and was in the mood to say "thank you" to him.
Standing outside the screen door, Chi Xiaochi looked at the three cards he had pasted on Zhu Shoucheng's shoulders, and made a "bye bye" gesture: "Teacher, have a good rest."
Zhu Shoucheng was so hairy with laughter that he couldn't control his strength and slammed the door shut.
Chi Xiaochi kicked his rubbish to his door, and saw that the kitchen waste inside was meandering a line of dirty soup, seeping into the crack of his door, so he picked up the bag of rubbish that fell loose, and took care of it casually. Justified, and walked downstairs slowly.
That night, Zhu Shoucheng had another nightmare similar to the previous dream.
The protagonist is still Chi Xiaochi, and he himself is still weak, like a patient who has been injected with anesthesia.
He entered a place similar to an operating room, and there were only gloomy whites and blues all around. He was lying on the operating table, while Chi Xiaochi paced around him, preparing instruments.
The voice of Chi Xiaochi slowly putting on the rubber gloves seemed to be pulling on Zhu Shoucheng's nerves.
Afterwards, he took out an injection, gently pulled the injection plug at the tail, and a mist of medicinal-smelling water sprayed onto Zhu Shoucheng's face.
Zhu Shoucheng trembled with disgust at the mixed smell of alcohol and medicine.
He asked in a trembling voice, "Chi Xiaochi, what are you going to do?... What is this?"
Chi Xiaochi lowered his head, the water light of the needle reflected his eyes extra bright: "Teacher, you ask this? This is called a testosterone inhibitor, it is very suitable for you and can cure your disease."
Zhu Shoucheng's face turned pale: "I'm not sick... You let me go!!"
The change in the surrounding environment made him think it was a dream for a while, but in Zhu Shoucheng's cognition, there would not be such a real cold light from a shadowless lamp that stabbed people's scalp and numb, nor would there be such a strong and choking nose. of medicine.
"Where is it?" Chi Xiaochi ignored his powerless protest and pondered.
The pulp of his fingers slowly stroked Zhu Shoucheng's scalp and injected a tube of medicine into a random place on his head.
Even if Zhu Shoucheng doesn't understand medicine, he knows that there are few needles inserted through the temples in this world.
The feeling of being pierced by the needle tip made Zhu Shoucheng sluggish for a few seconds before he turned his head, like a shrimp on fire, curled up and down, but he couldn't escape the scope of the operating table.
Chi Xiaochi picked up the second needle tube and sent the tip of the needle, which was shining with water, into his scalp.
Without looking for the veins and without disinfection, the sweat on Zhu Shoucheng's hair trickled down and flowed into the tiny holes that had been pricked, causing bursts of tingling pain.
Compared with the severe pain that pierced into the bones last time, this kind of small pain caused Zhu Shoucheng to only have the strength to whisper "ah", his jaw was sore and numb, and the sour saliva ran down the corner of his mouth. kept pouring out.
After a few injections, Zhu Shoucheng suspected that his head had turned into a balloon full of potions and riddled with holes.
"This medicine can't be filled at one time, it can only reduce the hormone content in your body." Chi Xiaochi pressed close to Zhu Shoucheng's ear and said softly, "It will take 15 years to completely eliminate your yellow waste. Now I inject it for you, It's the part that I didn't have time to inject before; after that, as long as your illness is not good, I will come to inject you every once in a while."
When Zhu Shoucheng was choked by the disgusting smell of kitchen waste after fermentation, he rolled over and sat up, but it was already the afternoon of the second day.
He staggered to his feet and came to the hall.
The sewage on the ground had grown tired and formed a large dark yellow stain. Zhu Shoucheng grabbed his hair and paced around the hut like a trapped beast, his eyes were scarlet.
There was a lice nest in his hair, and the thorns were very scratched, as if the needles were still lurking in his hair, but no matter how he looked in the mirror, all he saw was black hair.
No, the eye of the needle must be in...
Otherwise, his hair wouldn't be so itchy...
Zhu Shoucheng gasped, picked up the clipper and pushed off his hair frantically. Even if he shaved two scalps and saw blood, he gritted his teeth hard until he shaved his head so brightly.
He picked up the mirror and pointed it tremblingly at his head.
The head is bright and clean, not a single needle scar.
The knot in his heart eased a little, and his stomach began to stir again.
Zhu Shoucheng almost threw himself into the public restroom and vomited into the toilet.
He made a lot of noise this time. A seven- or eight-year-old boy curiously poked his head outside the toilet, covered his nose and said in a milky voice, "Mr. Zhu?"
Zhu Shoucheng's ear instantly sounded Chi Xiaochi's voice: "As long as your illness is not good, I will come to inject you every once in a while."
Immediately afterwards, there was the thin sound of the scalp being punctured by the needle tube, as if it were close at hand.
Zhu Shoucheng's trachea contracted violently, and a roar erupted from his throat, which was sorely burned by stomach acid: "Don't come here! Don't come here!"
The little boy was startled by such a weird Zhu Shoucheng and ran away.
Zhu Shoucheng's muffled shouts also reached the downstairs of the tube.
Lou Ying was checking the tires of the bicycle. Hearing the sound, he raised his head for a moment, then lowered his head again, pretending not to hear it.
Chi Xiaochi didn't even raise his head, just stood on the side playing with his mobile phone.
Lou Ying asked him, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Chi Xiaochi put down the phone: "Mm."
Lou Ying liked Chi Xiaochi very much these two days.
No matter what he is busy with, as long as he talks to him, he will put down the things in his hand and look at himself intently.
"Promise, I'll make up for your summer vacation." Lou Ying got on the bike, "We have seven days now. Where do you want to go?"
At this time, they have countless places to go, video game arcades, candy stores, small shopping malls, bookstores, basketball courts, and if they want, they can go to the next town to watch a movie.
Chi Xiaochi jumped on the back seat of the bicycle, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and said solemnly, "Go and have Brother Lou's future."
Lou Ying lowered his head and couldn't help laughing: "That's very far."
"The farther the better."
"Where are you going, you have to listen to me." Lou Ying dialed the car bell and made a clear and pleasant bell, "Then let's go now."