The Cyanided Heart

When Gray walked into the classroom with his linear algebra book in his arms, the curly-haired man was already sleeping on the last row of desks.From what I heard around him, the guy was a biology major, and always has been, but he was gifted in math.

Gray doesn't have much talent, his only specialty may be a little bit of good memory.But he thinks that there is only one way to go, and that is diligence.

He found a middle seat and sat down, opened the book and prepared to preview.I don't know if I was so fascinated by it, I almost didn't even see the ball of paper that was thrown at me.

"Who is it..." Gray complained in a low voice and unfolded the ball of paper.

"What's your name? Seeing that you read there every time, you are really serious." The words on the note were crooked.

Gray turned his head, and the curly-haired man was staring at him silently.

"GreyDevate, why are you asking this... who are you?" Gray secretly threw the note back.

"Your name...I saw it on the honor roll, but no one has asked my name for a long time. My name is Bluecus Recerf. If you don't mind, stay for a while after class."

...

"What do you want from me?" After everyone in the classroom had left, Gray walked towards Brooks.

Only then did Brooks get up lazily, and after stretching, he motioned for Gray to sit beside him.

"Look at this problem, Gray." Brooks pushed over a piece of paper with some geometric figures and algebraic expressions on it.

"This is not the difficult problem that we talked about in class today... What's wrong?"

"The teacher said there are 3 solutions, do you have any other ideas?"

"Hmm..." Gray frowned, "I have an idea."

"Tell me."

Gray rattled down some mathematical formulas, and Brooks propped his head up and looked at him.

"…That's it."

"It's a good idea." Brooks seemed very happy. "It seems that I didn't misunderstand the person, and I can do this to this level...I guess you are the only one in this class who can understand my ideas."

"I?"

"There are 12 real solutions to this problem." Brooks took out a piece of paper densely written with calculation formulas, "But you can think of it to that extent, which is already pretty good."

Twelve kinds... Gray gasped.The person in front of him just looks lazy, but his mind is extraordinary... Maybe he doesn't pay attention to us at all?

"Okay, you guy, I'm really interested." Brooks patted Gray's shoulder, "It's so late...don't go to the cafeteria, I'll take you to a good place."

"You can study by yourself..." Gray hesitated.

"Self-study?" Brooks twitched his lips. "That kind of thing, run away as soon as you run away... There is no need to keep it as a souvenir, just take it with me today."

Brooks deliberately chose a wall that was easy to climb, and Gray, who was timid, was able to climb over only with Brooks' support.

"You're just used to being a good student." Brooks smiled. "You can't even climb up? This wall is the shortest side."

"Well, how can ordinary people crawl around in this kind of place..."

Gray raised his head out of breath, the sunset glow in the sky moved slowly like fish in the deep sea, and the evening wind brought a little bit of coolness.

"Come on, jump down."

Gray closed his eyes and waited until his feet touched the ground... He opened them cautiously.

Some small shops are lit up with dots of lights, which look very poetic in the hazy night.The smell of barbecue fills the air.

"So...there are places like this outside the school..." Gray said to himself, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

"Your name is Gray DeWitt?" Brooks lit a cigarette. "Can you drink?"

"No... haven't drank..."

"Ah?" Brooks frowned, "Are all good students like this, have you ever touched them?"

"I've seen the wine bottle..." Gray swallowed.

"That's right, it's not good for top students to drink alcohol." Brooks curled his lips, "...Look, that's what the leaders of the school say. Alright, let's serve the food first!"

Slices of meat and vegetables sizzled on the barbed wire, and a mug of beer was filled in front of Brooks.

"It seems... that's pretty good."

"Of course that's fine." Brooks shook the ash, "If I could do this every day, I wouldn't go to that old man's class."

"You'd better smoke less." Gray sighed, "It's not good for your health..."

"Mind your own business." Brooks curled his lips, "Whether I'm healthy or not has nothing to do with you, understand?"

"I...I don't like the smell of smoke very much..."

"Cut." Brooks gritted his teeth, "Okay, I won't smoke for your sake..."

"Really?"

"Hey... Who do you think I'm not smoking for?" Brooks raised his glass and took a sip, the loud sound of the glass falling on the table seemed to startle Gray.

"Why don't you do it for your own health." Gray looked aggrieved, "Really, why are you so fierce..."

"Forget it, I can't explain clearly to you kind of troublesome people..."

The sunset glow in the sky gradually sinks into the gaps in the building.