I have been following you

Ji Shao was woken up by an alarm, the buzzing vibration was mixed with high-pitched singing.

"Reverse war is coming!" Chen Hao from the lower berth yelled loudly, "Ace wants to be wild——"

Go wild every morning, especially brainwashing.

Ji Shao scratched his hair, half-closed his eyes and yelled towards the balcony, "Cui Yu, bring me that pair of jeans on the balcony."

Cui Yu, who was standing by the pool, buried his face in the towel, turned around to get Ji Shao's pants, and turned them over for him naturally.

There were rustling sounds from the lower berth, "Ji Shao, do you still remember the things you talked in your sleep at night?"

Ji Shao was taken aback, "What did you say?"

"I can't remember." Chen Hao said while digging his eyes, feeling very regretful, "At that time, I was still thinking about telling you the next day, so I fell asleep and forgot about it."

Ji Shao took the jeans thrown up by Cui Yu, and asked casually, "Did you hear that too?"

Cui Yu stood in front of the bed, "I slept deeply."

Seeing that Ji Shao was still half-sitting, he twitched, "Ji Shao, get up quickly, you're going to be late."

Ji Shao still didn't move, Cui Yu stretched his cold hand under the quilt to scratch him.

The next moment, I saw Ji Shao trembling, and quickly pinched the hand on his waist, "Do you still dare to tease me?"

Cui Yu pursed his lips and smiled, "I dare not."

Ji Shao saw Cui Yu's slender eyes were dark, and the corners of the raised eyes curled up in a smile. The words in his throat rolled halfway, and Chen Hao screamed.

"Damn it, it's already 45:[-]!"

Followed by a coherent "bang" and "dang".

Ji Shao rushed to brush his teeth and wash his face, while Chen Hao was still pulling on his sweater in a hurry, Cui Yu was the most leisurely.

Fang Xian was already sitting behind the easel when the three of them arrived in the classroom. He runs every morning and is the most athletic among the few in the dormitory.

He lowered his head to sharpen his pencil and said in a low voice, "Zhang Dahu's family has come to the school to make trouble."

Ji Shao's scalp became cold, and the taste of the soy milk in his mouth disappeared, Cui Yu also stopped laying the drawing paper, only Chen Hao was there, yawning, tearful, with pure curiosity, "Who is Zhang Dahu? "

Glancing at him, Ji Shao said flatly, "The guard on the flagpole."

Chen Hao lost all sleepiness.

"What happened?"

"The school doesn't let you in, they're holding a banner at the gate." Fang Xian rubbed his chin, he committed suicide, and I'm afraid the matter of asking for compensation...

When Ji Shao thought about it, people were killed. In order to avoid affecting their fate, the school would definitely use the fastest and most direct means to cover up the matter.

"Didn't he commit suicide?" Chen Hao spat excitedly, "Can he get compensation too? That old man, the principal, is probably going to cry."

"What did you eat just now?" Fang Xian leaned back in disgust, and even covered his nose with his hand, "It smells like garlic."

Fang Xianhuo is exquisite and perfectionist, while Chen Hao is completely different from him, rough and casual.

Not surprisingly, they had a quarrel.

"Ji Shao, good morning."

The girl who came over was named Xu Qian, a southerner, thin and thin, with a ponytail, fair skin, not very beautiful, a little above average, good personality, lively and cheerful, popular in the class.

She is Ji Shao's girlfriend, and the two only confirmed their relationship a week ago.

"Have you eaten?" Xu Qian moved the easel to Ji Shao's right, she was a little shy amidst everyone's ambiguous laughter, her fair face was red, very cute.

Chen Hao and Fang Xian offered to make room for her.

Ji Shao smiled at Xu Qian, "Eat."

Xu Qian took out a pack of three plus two sandwich biscuits, glanced at Ji Shao's left, "Cui Yu, do you want some biscuits?"

Cui Yu shook his head, and Ji Shao helped him say, "He has never liked sweets since he was a child."

"I haven't heard of anyone who has been in the same class from elementary school to university." Xu Qian joked, "You two are really destined."

She snorted, "Ji Shao, I forgot my pencil in the dormitory, I'll use one of yours."

Ji Shao didn't care, "Sure, the one on the far left is 2b."

Cui Yu sharpened the pencils for him, each one was sharpened neatly and beautifully, arranged in a row, like a work of art, Chen Hao and the others admired it.

Xu Qian picked one at random, "This pencil is so beautifully sharpened." She teased, "Ji Shao, you are a boy with such skillful hands, you are much better than us girls."

"Cui Yu cut it." Ji Shao didn't notice the pride in his words.

Xu Qian opened her eyes wide in surprise.

On the other side, Cui Yu lowered his head. He still had the same expression, which made people feel as gentle as jade, but at the same time he rejected people thousands of miles away.

Today I don’t paint still lifes, but people. The model is a woman in her 40s.

The loose fat caught the eyes of more than 30 students present. The girls flushed with embarrassment, and the boys didn't say anything. The only silence in the classroom was the rustling of pencils rubbing against the drawing paper.

Ji Shao put the pen in front of his eyes to measure the three courts and five eyes, he was very calm.

His father is an art teacher. Ji Shao has copied various human body structures since he was a child, and even took him to class many times. He saw a lot of nude models. Over time, he became numb, and he would not think wildly when he stood naked in front of him.

The eyeballs of Xu Qian next to her moved wildly, looking at this and that, just because she was embarrassed to look at the model, she moved closer and said in a low voice, "Ji Shao, Cui Yu has a mole on the center of her eyebrow, very light red, so beautiful. "

Ji Shao also turned his head to look, it really is.

He reached out to touch it curiously, "Cui Yu, when did you get that mole between your eyebrows?"

Cui Yu pushed his hand away, pursed his lips, slightly angry, and said after a long time, "It's always been there, but you didn't notice it."

Ji Shao coughed in embarrassment, and moved his eyes to Cui Yu's painting. The bloated woman's legs were slightly bent, and the vicissitudes of time were visible between her brows. He couldn't help but twitched his eyes, "Have you finished painting?"

Cui Yu wiped the pencil dust off his fingers, "Yes."

"It's so fast." Xu Qian exclaimed, "Cui Yu, your paintings are so delicate."

She looked at her messy lines again, the proportions were wrong, and she was a little ashamed.

"Cui Yu's art is the best in the province." Ji Shao said lightly, "Top three in cultural subjects." He still remembers the expression on the old class when he knew that Cui Yu had applied for the art exam.

Not to mention Xu Qian, even Chen Hao and Fang Xian in the dormitory didn't know about it, they were all astonished, so why did they come to this school to read the second book?

Cui Yu looked up and said, "It's close to home."

The teacher came over here, Chen Hao and the others all shut their mouths.

After the second class was over, everyone put aside their restraint and shame, and whispered there, talking about everything.

Xu Qian was browsing the school net, she suddenly screamed and threw her phone on the ground in fright.

Ji Shao, who was closest to him, was tense, and there was a picture on the screen. The man was lying on the concrete floor. He was wearing a dark blue uniform, and there was a circle of black marks on his neck. , looking straight at him.

It's Zhang Dahu.

Ji Shaotong shrank slightly, and kicked the phone away forcefully by reflex.

He stopped Cui Yu who wanted to take a look, "Don't look."

No one cares about Chen Hao on the other end, and after glancing at him, he cursed, "Oh shit, who the hell is so wicked!"

Fang Xian watched the live version and was relatively calm.

"That's what Zhang Dahu fished out from the flagpole." He said tut-tut, "There's not a single drop of blood, and there's no missing arm or broken leg. It's bloody and bloody. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Ji Shao has a secret, and the coolness in his heart can't go away.

Cui Yu glanced at it, unscrewed the thermos cup for him in silence, and whispered, "It's just a prank."

Ji Shao drank two sips of hot water, but he hoped it was a prank.

"Xu Qian, you don't want your phone anymore?"

Fearfully putting the phone in her pocket, Xu Qian had lingering fears, "I was scared to death."

They didn't dare to sleep in their dormitory last night. The dead Zhang Dahu was very lecherous. Once when they came back from shopping, wearing short skirts, Zhang Dahu kept staring at their buttocks when they passed the school gate.

At that time, they even quarreled with Zhang Dahu for a few words and almost got into a fight.

Now people are dead, suicidal, hanging on the flagpole, no matter what it is, it's weird.

The more she thought about it, the more scared Xu Qian couldn't stay any longer, so she went back to the other three girls in the dormitory. They were very scared and hoped that the matter would pass quickly.

There are also those in the class who are actively scanning the school. After seeing that photo, their intestines are green with regret.

The photo was quickly deleted, including the comments below that cursed the host.

In the last class, there was a dull atmosphere in the classroom, and the fear once again condensed on everyone's head.

Ji Shao drew the model's eyes with a pencil, and the scene of Zhang Dahu glaring at him floated in his mind. When he looked at his own painting again, he had the illusion of looking like Zhang Dahu.

He got up suddenly and walked out.

The teacher Wu Lili called him from behind, "Ji Shao, it's class, where are you going?"

Ji Shao kept walking, and the door slammed shut.

Everyone looked at each other.

Cui Yu stood up from the chair, "Teacher, Ji Shao has a stomachache, I'll go and see."

His voice is gentle, his handsome face is full of sincerity, and he will look at the other person when he speaks, making people unconsciously believe what he said.

Wu Lili's attitude improved a lot, "Then go and have a look."

Cui Yu opened the door, walking faster and faster.

At the end of the left side of the corridor, Ji Shao stood by the sink in the toilet, pouring cold water on his face non-stop. When he turned around, he was startled, and his back tensed when he saw who it was.

"Why are you standing behind me without saying a word?"

Cui Yu looked at him, "I walk quite loudly."

Ji Shao couldn't see his innocent eyes the most, he brushed his slightly wet hair a few times, and walked away.

Cui Yu tugged at him, "Don't go back yet."

Ji Shao asked with his eyes.

Cui Yu rubbed his nose, "I lied to the teacher, saying that your stomach is uncomfortable."

Ji Shao looked at him in shock, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his neck, "You're going to lie now, Classmate Cui."

"Who used to say that lying is a puppy? Huh?"

Ji Shao teases him.

At this time, the young man at the door of the mobile business hall was staring at the mobile phone in his hand, with an expression on his face as if he had seen a ghost.

The middle-aged man who caught up behind urged, "Dalong, hurry up, you're going to be late for work."

He was startled when he went around, "Why is your face so white?"

Zhao Dalong stood there in a daze, his cell phone was shut down, and after paying the fee to turn it on, he saw that he had received a text message on the morning of the [-]rd, which was sent by his brother Zhang Dahu.

The content of that text message was: I am so cold.

But his brother died on the night of the second.