Difficult to heal

Dim light shines through metallic tones, bouncing off computer screens.

Dark light and smog lingered, and dust jumped in the turbid air, no one could see clearly, and no one cared.

The huge Internet cafe was noisy.

The corners are filled with the sound of keyboard tapping and vulgar language.

Some people feel that typing and cursing is not cool enough, so they simply open the mic to talk to each other.

"Fuck you! How dare you bully me, you little bastard? I'll teach you how to be a man today!"

That posture, probably not under the nose of the network administrator, might have dropped the keyboard, then climbed onto the table and stomped on the computer.

"Don't run away, brothers fuck him!! Dog... hey hey, what are you doing, don't talk to me..."

Pan Mian was cursing vigorously, when suddenly a hand leaned over to him and turned off his microphone.

"It's so noisy," the man said in a casual and impatient tone, "shut up."

"Yo," another person gloated, "Mianzi, you've quarreled with brother Lu, please keep your voice down, brother will help you avenge."

"Come on, Feng Changyu, with your broken skills, you won't die if you don't brag." Pan Mian rolled his eyes, and after he was done, he winked at the person on the right who had just turned off his microphone, and squeezed his throat to please him.

"Brother Lu~~ You just help others, they have been killed many times, there must be a shadow in my heart."

"Fuck me, I'm going to kill someone, don't let anyone stop me!" Before the man could speak, Feng Changyu couldn't sit still first, strangled Pan Mian's neck with his backhand, and said viciously, "You are possessed by a fucking shemale, right? Get out ! Give back my son Pan Mian!"

"Ahem...fuck, let go! You uncle, you have eaten too much shit, you are so strong!" Pan Mian poked him with his elbow.

Tang Xingchen, on the far right, smiled and continued to operate, one set of tricks killed a person, biting a cigarette and said vaguely: "Okay, you two, if you don't want to play anymore, go back if you don't want to play."

Those two bastards were engaged in real-life fighting, and they couldn't care less about this messy game.

Tang Xingchen shook his head helplessly, and nodded to surrender, but he didn't want to be rejected by the people next to him.

He turned his head, took down his cigarette and said with a smile, "Brother Lu, let's vote, three dozen five dozen wool."

The seats in the Internet cafe are so close that even in dim light, you can clearly see the movements and expressions of the people around you.

The mouse on Tang Xingchen's left hand was held by a slender hand, and it clicked a few times from time to time, making crisp sounds.

Although the wrist is thin, it looks powerful.

The man was wearing a pure black T-shirt with blue and white school uniform pants, and was leaning lazily in the gaming chair.

In this environment, it should be very inconspicuous, but that face is extremely eye-catching.

It can't be said to be exquisite, but the lines of the facial features are perfect. At first glance, there is a very special temperament.

When Tang Xingchen said "Three dozen five dozen wool", he casually picked the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Here is a cigarette."

Tang Xingchen had no choice but to continue playing, and threw the pack of cigarettes on the table over: "You smoke now, be careful and go back later to be criticized."

Lu Shu took out one and put it in his mouth, used a set of skills to kill three times in a row, and then led the soldiers to push the tower: "You just finished smoking and the taste is not too small."

Tang Xingchen didn't take it seriously: "No one cares about me."

Lu Shu uttered a single syllable in his nasal cavity, which sounded like a mockery, before he said after a while: "Don't worry, old lady, I won't order."

"Hey you..." Tang Xingchen laughed angrily, "Are you looking for a beating?"

Lu Shu didn't speak, his eyes were fixed on the screen, and his typing speed became faster and faster, harvesting several heads in a row.

When supernatural sound effects sounded in the earphones, the two who had been fighting each other finally returned to the computer desk.

"I'll go! Brother Lu, Chen'er can do it, you two are amazing." Feng Changyu bluffed.

Pan Mian: "I'll just say it, Brother Lu and Brother Xing——"

"Scream blindly again," Lu Shu threatened lightly, "I'll take you to the hospital."

Pan Mian immediately became as quiet as a chicken, and made a zip gesture around his mouth.

Tang Xingchen had time to tease him: "Don't be afraid of Mianmian, he won't let you call, call me, I'm happy to listen."

Feng Changyu gave a strange snort: "Chen'er, that's not what Jiyou did. You can't mess with my son. It's not messing with seniority."

Tang Xingchen cursed.

Feng Changyu laughed and sat down.

In the later stage of the game, it was all thanks to Lu Shu and Tang Xingchen to lead the flight, and they finally blew up the opposite house.

Pan Mian looked at his watch and was scared to death: "Damn it! It's almost 02:30, walk around, I'm going to be late, damn it, Old Hong will kill me!"

Lu Shu stretched unhurriedly, got off the plane and stood up, and said to the three of them, "You go back first, I have something to do."

Feng Changyu clasped his fists together: "You are very courageous, brother, let's go first."

After speaking, he dragged Pan Mian and ran away.

Tang Xingchen leaned against the telephone pole with his arms folded, as if he had no bones, and shouted at the back in front of him: "Where are you going? There are still 10 minutes to class."

"Buy something." The outdoor sunlight was a bit high, Lu Shu blocked his eyes, and waved casually, "You and them go first, and if you meet Lao Hong, tell me I ate something wrong and have diarrhea."

"Diarrhea," Tang Xingchen chuckled to himself, "You can figure it out."

After the words fell, he also turned and left.

There is a small commercial street near the Internet cafe, not far from the school, there are many miscellaneous shops, and it is generally a place where students like to shop.

With one hand in his pocket, Lu Shu casually fiddled with the unlit cigarette with the other hand. He walked across several sidewalks and walked towards a remote alley.

In southern cities, whether it is early or late spring, there is always a lot of rain.

Just now, I was looking at the clear blue sky, but in the blink of an eye, the sun was shrouded behind the dark clouds.

When the cool wind blows, the clouds condense into raindrops, and the wind blows and floats on the canopy supported by bamboo poles.

The young girl covered her head with her bag, trotted two steps, and hid in the only shop in the deep alley.

The store looks like it has been around for a while, and the furnishings are outdated, with a flavor of the 90s.

The curtain blocking the back room was lifted, and a gray-haired grandmother came out with a smile on her face: "Little girl, are you hiding from the rain?"

The girl nodded, a little embarrassed: "Grandma, what are you selling?"

"Lei Cha, it's delicious," the old lady pointed to the tables and chairs placed under the canopy and said, "Would you like a bowl? I'll treat you to a drink."

The girl was flattered: "Thank you grandma, you are too polite. Why haven't I seen you before? This store doesn't look like it's newly opened."

Grandma said: "I, I'm not in good health, so I can only drive for a while at this time, and rest for the rest of the time."

"Grandma, please pack a bowl of Lei Cha, thank you."

Just as the girl was about to speak, a voice suddenly came in.

She turned her head to look, and the alley was hazy with smoke. A boy in a black T-shirt and school uniform trousers approached against the drizzle.

When the old lady saw the person coming, the smile on her face became brighter: "I'm here to buy lei tea again. Why didn't I see you a while ago? Where did you go?"

Lu Shu smiled slightly: "I was a little busy a few days ago, so I didn't come here, please."

"No trouble, no trouble, I will do it for you now, wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

The old lady walked into the back kitchen.

Lu Shu leaned on the counter, lowered his head and played with his mobile phone.

The girl who was a few steps away remained calm and looked at him all over from the corner of her eye.

The appearance of the young man in front of him belongs to the kind that is hard to approach at first glance.

The overall line is hard, the lips are thin, but not dull, and the lip color is a little red because of unconscious biting.

The bridge of the nose is straight and sharp, the upper end protrudes slightly, and the tip of the nose is retracted. If paired with a pair of peach blossom eyes, it will definitely look like a charming male vixen.

The aggressive one.

However, the corners of his eyes are down, and the arcs go inward, and the eyelids are half drooped as if lacking energy.

It looks fierce.

The cold and stern gaze swept over unexpectedly, the girl's body froze, and then she pretended to be calm and moved her face away.

It just so happened that at this time the old lady came out with the prepared Lei Cha, and Lu Shu looked away as if nothing had happened.

After paying the money and thanking him, he took his things and turned to leave.

Looking at the tall and thin figure going away, the girl breathed a sigh of relief.

Good-looking is good-looking, but it's too fierce.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at the school, it was impossible for the guard to allow Lu Shu to enter, and of course Lu Shu would not ask for trouble.

Taking the familiar route around to the side of the school gate, he bit the lei tea bag, took two or three steps back, and then sprinted.

Easily climbed up the towering wall.

He has been in Yining No. [-] Middle School for less than two years, and he is so experienced in "committing crimes" that even the crooked neck trees in the fence know him.

After landing firmly, Lu Shu ran towards the teaching building.

The first class in the afternoon has already started, and the second section of high school is quite quiet.

The teacher speaks on the stage, and the students sleep off the stage, and no one is delayed.

Pan Mian, who was in the penultimate row, leaned back, covered his face with a book, and said in a low voice, "Yuzi, why hasn't Brother Lu come back yet? You don't plan to come back."

Feng Changyu fell into a deep sleep, and after being shaken awake, he rubbed his face sleepily: "...I don't know, I might have missed the second wave. What was written on the blackboard... What is Cos? How many pages are English books..."

Pan Mian: "...this fucking math class, are you sleepwalking?"

"Pan Mian! Feng Changyu!" The math teacher couldn't bear to clap his hands and roared.

Pity him as a middle-aged bald man, and two more hairs fell out of his hair that was so depleted by anger.

"Don't think that I can't see you because you are covering your face! You are so fond of talking, you all know how to go to sleep! Please be a little self-aware, this is a key school! It's not a place of entertainment! Your parents don't pay for it. You're just kidding, if I were you I would be ashamed. Can you still attend the class? Can't attend the class and go out and stand!"

Once the fire was over, everyone who dozed off woke up with fright, and hurriedly wiped away the drool, and flipped through the books.

Seeing this, the math teacher became even angrier, and was about to give an impromptu speech when suddenly——

"Report."

Lu Shu stood outside the door and yelled.

The students gasped one after another, and passed them over with admiring eyes.

Feng Changyu was even more excited and bowed, thanking Brother Lu for his heroic dedication to others.

The math teacher held his breath in his chest, he couldn't get up and down, and finally turned into a loud shout: "Get out of here and stand!!"

Without changing his face, Lu Shu handed Leicha to the students in the first row, and asked him to pass it back to the seat next to him before he leisurely wandered to the corridor for punishment.

When he came back, it was drenched in light rain, and his jacket was stuck to his chest, so he pulled and fanned it.

His eyes unconsciously fell on the third row of the classroom by the window.

There are two empty seats there, one for him and one for his deskmate.

The Lei Cha he bought was placed on the seat at the same table, the package was intact and not spilled or drenched in the slightest rain.

There has been a subtle change in Lu Shu's perennially fierce and troubled eyes.

It's hard to notice, it seems to be a little softer.

The raised corner of his mouth hadn't had time to retract when someone touched him suddenly.

A cold and familiar voice sounded next to his ears.

"yan."

Lu Shu turned his head, his deskmate was standing obliquely behind——

Chu Qinjiang.