"..." Xiao Yan rubbed the top of his head. On the rice on the plate in front of him, there was a small orange, and on it was an emoji that was eating melon with slanted eyes. He was very familiar with both the painting techniques and the modus operandi. .
At first glance, it is an acquaintance committing a crime, and it is not the first time.
Sure enough, when he turned around, he saw a figure in a red and white school uniform passing by in the direction of the back door of the cafeteria, slipping away quickly.
At the dining table in the back row, Luo Zhiyu's roommate Jing Ximing was retreating on tiptoe.
"Huh? Where did you get the oranges, Brother Yan? It looks quite sour." Zhang Shu, who was immersed in dinner, raised his head and saw the extra oranges on Xiao Yan's dinner plate, "Didn't the stingy school only give out fresh fruits. "
"Yo, this is the first year of high school, and who has taken a fancy to our school grass?" Fan Yue, who went to the store to buy water, saw the oranges in Xiao Yan's hands at a glance, "They have started to give away food and drink, but the oranges are not delicious. Ah, with so many fruits, why did you choose oranges?"
"Give us the fruit after dinner." Fan Yue really didn't choose.
"It's not looking, it's 'following'." Xiao Yan put the orange in the school uniform pocket, "Some people need to be beaten again, eat first, then go to his class and beat him at night."
Fan Yue: "...Pfft, Luo Zhiyu."
"Beat it hard." Xiao Yan kneaded the oranges in his pocket, "No mercy."
Luo Zhiyu was waiting for Jing Ximing not far away from the cafeteria. The sun gradually dyed the treetops golden. Luo Zhiyu squatted under the tree to pick up leaves to play. When he was young, there was a big sycamore tree at the end of the block. At that time, after school, Xiao Yan, a fifth grader, stood under the tree and smashed him with sycamore fruit while he was not paying attention.
"Let's go." Luo Zhiyu saw his deskmate approaching, stood up from the ground, and patted the dust on his body.
"You can still mess with him while you're eating, do you two plan to keep going from now on?" Jing Ximing didn't even have time to carry his schoolbag in a hurry.
"It's not that I didn't think about a truce." In order to prevent Xiao Yan from taking revenge, they took a path back to the classroom. The two sides of the road were planted with parasol trees, which were falling, filling the path under their feet little by little." But just thought about it."
How can you live in harmony overnight.
"You're right, but I think Xiao Yan must think so too, you two, it's like an endless loop, and I don't know when there will be a breakthrough." Jing Ximing grabbed Luo Zhiyu, " Do you still remember that you have requests from others, and you have to go to the hospital with others on weekends, hey, you should be careful..."
Fallen leaves cover the road and also hide the sewer cover on the side of the road.
"I don't provoke him, he wants to provoke me, I'm just going back with revenge, normal operation, you haven't seen him bully me when you were a child, I can only say, heaven is good for reincarnation..." Luo Zhiyu said vigorously, but didn't see it Under his feet, he stepped on the manhole cover that had been in disrepair by the roadside.
The sewers are not deep, and they have dried up after not being used for many years. There are layers of sycamore leaves, and with a crisp sound, Luo Zhiyu didn't have time to close his feet, he slapped his feet, and lost his balance along the way.
Luo Zhiyu: "...Ow."
Jing Ximing: "...Fuck."
"Why did it fall like this?" The lady in the infirmary was disinfecting the wound on Luo Zhiyu's knee, "So why are you taking that path that has been in disrepair, and you just leave, you students are walking all over the place? Don't you look at the road?"
When Luo Zhiyu fell, his last thought turned out to be to protect Xiao Yan's school uniform. He rested his hands on the ground, but the school uniform on his body was not stained with any dust.
This caused him to sit in the infirmary now, grinning and watching the school doctor disinfect the wounds on his palms and wrap them with gauze.
"It hurts." Luo Zhiyu also wrapped some gauze around his wrist.
"He also hit his forehead." Jing Ximing brushed the broken hair on Luo Zhiyu's forehead, "Tsk, it's really miserable."
"This is okay, it won't leave scars, the pain is inevitable, what are you thinking when you walk?" The school doctor checked his wound, "I'll give you a simple bandage, don't get wet recently."
While walking, Luo Zhiyu, who was thinking about how to trouble Xiao Yan, silently swallowed the loss.
"I'm going to the student union to go through the interview process at night." Luo Zhiyu limped up Jing Ximing, "Luo Zhiyu is disabled, do you think the teacher will give me extra points?"
"Can you still do it?" Luo Zhiyu fell hard, and Jing Ximing, who witnessed the whole process, was still afraid.
"Yes, such a small injury won't get in the way." Luo Zhiyu is very confident, "You help me back, I will go to the third class upstairs to find Xiao Yan's roommate to get the approved registration form."
In the classroom of Grade 1 (3), the evening self-study has not yet started, and most of the students have not come back. There are only a few students who are racing against time to write the questions.
Luo Zhiyu's seat was easy to recognize. He also piled books on the table. He piled it higher than anyone else. I know that there are a lot of little things to do in class. Xiao Yan approached and took a closer look, Luo Zhiyu didn't have many textbooks and teaching aids, but he mixed in a lot of sketchbooks.
All the students in Class 3 knew Xiao Yan, and some of them even greeted him.
"Luo Zhiyu went to dinner and hasn't come back yet." Lin Ziyi said, "Will you wait for him in his seat?"
Luo Zhiyu had a Chinese book spread out on his desk. It was only a few days after school started. Every text in the book was manually illustrated by him. Next to the Chinese book was a thin gold copybook. Xiao Yan was bored. , flipped through this copybook, Luo Zhiyu was really working hard to practice calligraphy, but Xiao Yan saw an unruly soul in the handwriting that did not match the template and the red paper.
"What did the school grass look for Zhiyu?" someone in the class asked.
Xiao Yan threw out two words lightly: "beat him."
Before the evening self-study, Xiao Yan waited for Luo Zhiyu's roommate Jing Ximing, but did not wait for Luo Zhiyu.
Jing Ximing: "..." Sure enough, the victim who was hit on the head by the orange came to ask for trouble.
"Where's Luo Zhiyu?" Xiao Yan asked, "Don't dare to come back after doing bad things?"
"He... went to your class just now..." Said that he could hop up the stairs with a limp by himself.
Xiao Yan: "…"
In the classroom of the second grade (3) class, the curtains are drawn tightly, and the students who have returned to the class are having a tea party before the evening self-study.
I don't know who brought up the scumbag at the next school again, and the topic returned to this morning.
Fan Yue intends to correct his roommate's name, and seeing everyone talking about this topic again, he quickly said a few more words: "Xiao Yan and Luo Zhiyu are going to test pheromone to support scientific research on the weekend, there is nothing between them, 0%. Friends, it would be nice if they didn't fight."
"I think so too." Someone in the class said, "Xiao Yan doesn't look like that kind of scumbag."
"Xiao Yan is not a scumbag, he doesn't bully people."
"Misunderstanding and misunderstanding, the school grass is the facade of our school. He is handsome, has good grades, and has no problem with his character."
"That's right." Tang Yuan's scumbag science class is here again, "The real scumbag A is usually deceptive. He is gentle on the outside, and his heart is magnificent, while the friends around him usually join him and help him cover up the scum. I don't think it's difficult to identify the fact that a scumbag A is in junior high or high school, it may cause mental damage to the surrounding omega or beta, and what's more, physical!"
"For such scum A, we have to resist since junior high school." Fan Yue said, "Things gather together, people are divided into groups, we must resist together with the people around him."
The people in the class listened intently, the door of the classroom was pushed open from the outside, Xiao Yan pushed the door and walked in: "What are you talking about?"
"I'm praising you." Tang Yuan said, "I'm praising you for being reasonable."
"Have Luo Zhiyu been here before?" Xiao Yan went upstairs from the east stairs and didn't see Luo Zhiyu.
"Ah?" Fan Yue said, "No, I didn't see it, we've been chatting, have you gone to him to settle the account?"
Tangerine smashed his head, and he had a great revenge.
"Well." Xiao Yan nodded, "Go downstairs and beat him."
But no one was found.
"Hahahaha it's time to teach me a lesson, it's too bad." Fan Yue agreed.
While the class was talking, the back door of the classroom was pushed open, and Luo Zhiyu, who limped up from the west stairs, pushed open the door of Class 2 (3), his wrists and palms, panting. He was wrapped in gauze, with a gauze on his head, and a Band-Aid under his eyes.
He walked all the way, sweating all over, and his cheeks were slightly red, and with his injuries, he looked extremely pitiful.
Class three classrooms, this time there is no bgm, very quiet.
"Excuse me." Luo Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief, holding the door of Class 3, and limping forward, he wanted to ask about the student council, "Xiao Yan, you..."
"Being so hard..." I don't know who took a breath.
"There's something inside."
Luo Zhiyu: "?"
Xiao Yan: "???"