Purple Yawu

The summer wind is long and dull, and the cicadas are noisy.

There are stacks of heavy books in the room, and all kinds of smells are mixed together.

The system sounded cheerfully: "Welcome all players to Room [-]!"

He Ming bumped Lu Fengqian with his arm: "Hey, this is still a campus theme."

Lu Fengqian turned his head away to look at him, and found that the other party had become younger—his hair was not as long as it used to be, and it was still naturally curly, his eyes were burning with wildfire, leaving behind a cloud of gray mist that was still warm.

At that moment, Lu Fengqian felt that the name "He Ming" was too suitable to describe a "boy".

He Ming's smile persisted: "Lu Fengqian, did any men chase you when you were in high school?"

Lu Fengqian looked away: "No."

The other party's tone was serious: "Then let me be the first one."

Although Lu Fengqian had no expression on his face, his ears were already familiar. He changed the subject and said, "He Ming, how did you let the three of us come out alive at the same time?"

"Want to know?"

Lu Fengqian nodded: "Yes."

He Ming raised the opponent's chin: "I'll tell you if you call me husband."

Lu Fengqian smiled with peachy eyes, and moved his hand away: "Now I don't want to know."

If you don't tell me, I can guess.

"He Ming!"

A roar comparable to the roar of a lion came over, and He Ming reflexively raised his head to look at the man.

Short hair, black-rimmed glasses, angry.

If I didn't guess wrong, this should be the legendary head teacher.

"It's posted at your deskmate again, and you don't go to self-study every day to talk nonsense, the exam is coming soon, don't you know!?"

There was a burst of booing "oh" in the class, and it was strangled in the cradle by the head teacher's eyes before it came out a few seconds.

Lu Fengqian: "..."

He Ming: "..."

"Go out and stand!"

He Ming was obedient, obediently opened the bench, and then walked out of the classroom like an old man walking around.

Someone was muttering below, but Lu Fengqian heard him rightly: "It's really exciting..."

Classmate A condemned in a low voice: "Zhang Zhiqiang, don't say that about him."

Lu Fengqian stood up and said weakly, "Teacher, I want to go to the bathroom."

The homeroom teacher stared at him, as if mourning his misfortune and angering him: "Go, after you go, stand for me for a night of self-study!"

Lu Fengqian stepped out of the classroom with a long leg, calmly like a patrolling dean.

The girls in the class chatted quietly: "He Qian is indeed true!"

"What nonsense, it's Qian He."

"Let me say something like a beast, Lu Fengqian looks like a man who makes people want to abuse him, how could he be... the one above."

"Hey, he looks very aggressive!"

"Ah, I'm talking about temperament, temperament, do you understand..."

5 minute later.

He Qian bent his eyes and approached: "Brother Lu, are you here to accompany me?"

The other party smiled like a flower.

Lu Fengqian raised his head slightly, hooked the silver necklace of the other party: "Yes, come to accompany you."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Lu Fengqian suddenly felt that He Qian looked at him with sad and regretful eyes.

The next second, He Ming held his hand and took it off together with the necklace.

"Brother Lu, this necklace is very important to me, now it's yours."

The light in the corridor was turned on, and in the middle of the ring tied on the chain, the broken wine red diamonds reflected the dazzling drunkenness.

Lu Fengqian was a little at a loss, he said, "Since it's important, why give it back to me?"

He Ming's eyes were complicated: "See those dark red gems? That's Ziyawu."

"Ziyawu is a product of volcanic eruption, born in magma rocks, it is the child of death, a symbol of eternal love."

Lu Fengqian clutched the necklace tightly: "Will you love me forever?"

He Ming looked at him and only said four words: "There is no doubt about it."

On the other side of the corridor, a duty officer passed by honestly, and saw two boys who were flirting with each other, and felt a "tsk" in his heart.

"The relationship between the two brothers is really good."

Jingle Bell--

The bell for the end of the last evening self-study get out of class rang, and countless students poured out of the teaching building, like sea water at high tide, one wave after another.

The moon rises and the sun sets, and the early sun cries.

The hard-working high school students jumped up from the bed like salted fish again.

In the middle of the morning reading, the class teacher Lao Chen knocked on the desk:

"Come on, let's take advantage of this time to change seats, and put the seating chart on the computer."

"Quiet and fast, everything will be done in 5 minutes."

Lu Fengqian squinted his eyes. As expected, he and He Ming were transferred, and his deskmate was called "Jiao Feng".

A boy next to him grabbed Lu Fengqian's shoulders and said, "Lu Fengqian, you are so miserable, being with that weird girl."

Lu Fengqian: "Brother, let go of your hands."

The boy let go: "Hey, why did you become like that?"

Lu Fengqian: "It's not good to be seen by my partner, he's even jealous of men."

The boy suddenly became interested: "Okay you, which beautiful girl? Is it from our class?"

Lu Fengqian: "The kind you will never get."

The boy curled his lips: "Hmph, just blow it."

Lu Fengqian happily sat on the seat with the book in his heart.

A girl with pimples all over her face was already sitting next to her. She shrugged her shoulders, feeling very uncomfortable.

Even though the weather was very hot, she was as sensitive as a hedgehog covered in spikes. She wrapped her school uniform jacket tightly around her body, and her hair was wet into locks.

Lu Feng sneaked over: "Hello, Jiao Feng."

Jiao Feng glanced at him in panic, and replied in a very small voice: "Hello."

"Bang."

Someone kicked him on the bench behind him, and when Lu Fengqian turned around, he saw Jiang Zekai's harmless face.

The way the other party smiled was exactly that of the gentle senior: "We meet again."

Lu Fengqian: "..."

Jiang Zekai said deliberately: "Why are you wearing He Ming's necklace around your neck?"

"Because it looks good, I snatched it."

The other party's eyes were subtle: "Okay, it looks better on you than on him."

Lu Fengqian smiled: "Thank you for the compliment."

Jiang Zekai's deskmate blushed, as if he had heard some great gossip.

When Lu Fengqian turned around, he saw his deskmate was writing and drawing on paper.The 81 grids in the nine palaces with distorted lines are filled with scattered numbers.

Lu Fengqian frowned. Obviously, the other party was asking him a Sudoku problem.

It's a pity that Jiao Feng even wrote the title wrong.

After filling in a few numbers with pens of different colors, the other party also noticed the mistake, so he crumpled the paper up angrily and pushed it aside.

Lu Fengqian asked: "Do you like to play Sudoku?"

Jiao Feng's upper body tensed into a line: "No, no, just learning to play, not very good at..."

Lu Fengqian found that the other party's eyes were a bit strange - the strip of flesh between the double eyelids seemed to have been bitten by a mosquito, and only the lifeless eyeballs were swollen.

He said: "If you want to come up with a question, there are actually two ways - fill in the numbers in the empty disk, and pick the number in the final disk."

"If you choose the first method, you must consider the impact of each number you fill in on the rows, columns, and palaces, as well as the uniqueness of the solution."

Jiao Feng laughed awkwardly, half understanding: "I didn't expect you to know a lot."

Lu Fengqian replied: "I'm very interested in this kind of stuff."

Probably because, only the cold and emotionless numbers will never abandon him.