All the classmates in their class welcomed them to stay, but in stark contrast was Lu Zhihao's livid face.
They sit in the cafeteria and eat the same box lunch.
A cautious face was reflected on the edge of the stainless steel dinner plate. After Lin Zhaoxi finished speaking, Lu Zhihao slapped his chopsticks and shouted, "Why are you so immature!"
Lu Zhihao was like an angry pufferfish, and kept saying, "Can Class 13 compete with Class 1? Pei Zhi, you're going crazy with her too!"
He was probably really in a hurry, and even Pei Zhidu blamed him. Lin Zhaoxi lowered her head and watched the meal seriously, always feeling that Pei Zhihui's words were amazing.
Sure enough, after serious thinking, Pei Zhi answered, "Almost."
"Pei, Zhi!" Lu Zhihao called Pei Zhi by his first name, "You are a genius, it doesn't matter where you are, but Lin Chaoxi is you, you haven't been here for the past three years, I haven't seen her in Class 13, what kind of hell is she? Can I study hard if I stay in Class 13?"
Although I really want to say it, I'm actually not here... But now Lin Zhaoxi dare not touch Lao Lu Nilin at all.
So she can only be very cowardly, waiting for Brother Pei to continue to rescue her.
Pei Zhi put down his chopsticks, and turned to look at her. The young man lowered his eyelashes, his eyes were peaceful and serene, after thinking for a while, he replied seriously: "Then I will take a good look at her now."
Pei Zhi was also helpless in the face of Lu Zhihao, so he was a little half joking, but maybe because they had been eating, there was a sweet smell of rice in their breath. Lin Zhaoxi lowered her head again, looked at the braised pork in the bowl, and felt that her complexion might be worse than that of the braised pork...
Lu Zhihao hammered his chest, choking enough.
Hanamaki helplessly patted him on the back: "Old Lu, give up, they have their own ideas, we are parents, oh no, as friends, just give your opinion, there is no need to sway them..."
"Brother Juan, you are so open-minded, you really should be in the entertainment industry!" Lin Zhaoxi gave a thumbs up and quickly flattered her.
Hanamaki waved her chopsticks at her: "Actually, if it wasn't for Class 13, it would affect my future resume. I would like to go with you too."
Lu Zhihao's eyes swept over, and Hanamaki immediately apologized with a smile: "I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding! Don't be angry, old Lu, I'll accompany you, and I will definitely not get along with them..."
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Finally, under the coordination of Hanamaki, they managed to coax Lu Zhihao well.
Each holding an umbrella, they went through the rain curtain and walked back to the classroom...
Lin Zhaoxi bid them farewell at the stairs, watching them turn to the corridor leading to Class 1, while she and Pei Zhi continued to climb upwards.
At the corner, Lu Zhihao still couldn't help chatting with Hanamaki in a low voice, expressing his concerns about her.
As the voice gradually faded away, Lin Zhaoxi touched the armrest and couldn't help laughing.
Lu Zhihao is actually much younger than her, but since childhood, he has always been such a worrying person.
Although the tone is indeed very aggressive when you are anxious, only a kind child will earnestly persuade his friends, do a lot of seemingly useless work, and be full of earnest wishes, hoping that she can be better even a little bit.
Speaking of it, it is really almost the same as my parents.
Lin Zhaoxi sat down again in the classroom of Class 13. After the replacement of personnel, she finally had the opportunity to re-observe here.
Many people were still eating and playing outside, and there were two more desks and chairs in the class, and seven or eight faces they were not familiar with. Except for the fact that An Xiaoxiao was admitted to Zhongming's class and the students had a short-term depression, the rest were not much different from before.
Bao Xiaomeng still didn't talk to her anymore, the classmates who came back from dinner were still chatting about animation, and Pei Zhi was still sitting at the same table as Zheng Mate, writing with one hand, and doing calculations or interesting studies with the other.
She looked at him for a while, Pei Zhi didn't even look up, he was completely immersed in his own world, and would not react to anything around him.
Well, for Lin Zhaoxi, she didn't really need to be different, so she opened the book and continued with what she hadn't finished last night.
continue.
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After turning over a chapter in the workbook, during the intermission, Lin Zhaoxi stretched her waist, and suddenly noticed something a little wrong around her.
Her seat at the same table was empty today, Chen Zhu might not have come to class.
It might be because she was in the teacher's office early this morning, and she wasn't sure whether Chen Zhu was really away. But now there is no schoolbag in the belly of the table, and there is no trace of the stacked books on the table being shoved. Lin Zhaoxi looks around, grabs a passing boy, and asks, "Are we, Brother Sleeping God, coming to class today?"
The other party was stunned for a while, then shook his head: "It seems not?"
"Have you been assigned to another class?"
"How is it possible, isn't everything still here?"
"Too… "
"Old Wang, take a look, brother Zhu is still in our class, right?" The boy called to stop another student who just passed by the blackboard.
"Of course, are you stupid?" The classmate looked at them strangely, "Just now in the Chinese class, Teacher Li was still asking, did Chen Zhu not come to class today?"
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"Junior high school student addicted to online games, sudden death from heart attack"...
Lin Zhaoxi sat in her seat, wanting to continue reading, but within two pages, a lot of similar titles flashed in her mind, and she felt palpitations inexplicably.
The many news she had seen made her uncontrollable and began to think wildly. Although Brother Sleeping God never attended class, he never missed class. Now that he suddenly didn't come for half a day, something must have happened.
Lin Zhaoxi hesitated for a while, and finally panic got the upper hand. She looked at the clock at the front of the classroom, wondering if she still had time to go to the "Milk Cat Internet Cafe".
At this time, a middle-aged man in a traffic police uniform came to her window.
The background was the continuous autumn rain, and in the distance was the fallen golden leaves on the ground and the cloudy sky in the distance. Through the empty window frame, Lin Zhaoxi looked at the middle-aged man, and was stunned for a moment.
His uniform was heavy and mostly rain-soaked, while his helmet was covered in mud and various scratches. Under that, there was a dark face whose age could not be clearly seen, with deep wrinkles, drooping eyebrows and eyes, making him look very tired and anxious.
Lin Zhaoxi always felt as if she met her somewhere, but that must not be a wonderful memory. Because the moment she saw the face of the middle-aged man, she felt very uncomfortable emotions in her heart.
baffling.
The middle-aged traffic policeman said, "Student, did Chen Zhu not come to school today?"
Lin Zhaoxi froze for a moment, and forcibly pulled herself out of the dark mood: "May I ask who you are?"
"I am... Chen Zhu's father."
"Oh, hello uncle!" Lin Zhaoxi hurriedly stood up, and bowed to the person outside the window. But feeling wrong again, she stomped and ran out of the classroom, stood in front of the traffic police uncle, got closer to him, and looked at him carefully.
Chen Zhu's father got straight to the point: "Just now your teacher called me and said that Chen Zhu was absent from class for half a day. Do you know where he likes to go?"
Of course Lin Zhaoxi knew the answer, but it was one thing for her to find out by herself, but it was another thing to tell his father about Chen Zhu secretly playing games in a black Internet cafe.
But when she was hesitating, the boys in their class had already answered with a smile: "Milk cat internet cafe, uncle!"
"Internet cafe?" Father Chen's expression changed instantly.
"That's right, our brother Zhu..."
Lin Zhaoxi hurriedly winked at her classmates, telling them to stop talking.
"Is Chen Zhu still going to the Internet cafe?" The traffic police uncle seemed to be exhausted in an instant, his lips trembling, and he said something in a low voice.
Lin Zhaoxi was standing in front of him, but she didn't have much contact with Chen Zhu, and she didn't know how to comfort Chen Zhu's father.
"Where is your teacher's office?"
Lin Zhaoxi pointed in a direction, and Chen Zhu's father nodded wearily, then turned and left.
Lin Zhaoxi stood there the whole time, unable to tell what she was thinking. Maybe it's because of the familiarity, or maybe he doesn't want a father to completely lose hope in his child.
She still ran and grabbed the middle-aged man before he walked down the stairs.
She took a few breaths and said, "Chen Zhu is actually a very nice person..."
Father Chen turned around, but he was talking about another matter weakly: "Chen Zhu is still playing games, is he still playing non-stop?"
Lin Zhaoxi's expression was tangled, and she didn't know how to answer.
Father Chen already understood.
The middle-aged man walked down the stairs with heavy steps. Thanks to the depressing background color, Lin Zhaoxi looked at the fading back and finally compared this scene with a cold and rainy winter night several years ago. fully overlapped.
At that moment, Lin Zhaoxi looked back at the classroom number of Class 13, her legs were sore and weak, and she was very glad that she didn't leave this morning. Under the gloomy autumn rain, it seems that there is a clue of fate falling from the sky.
This was the traffic policeman who investigated Lao Lin's car accident back then. His surname was Chen. She called him Uncle Chen.
She finally remembered.