My brother became a love brain

The teacher who led the team answered me in a serious tone: "There is no mechanism for reviewing scores in physics competitions over the years. Chi Rui, calm down and think about your school uniform. You represent the image of Linshui No. [-] Middle School."

"Teacher, there is a problem with my grades." I pursed my lips, and my voice was even trembling.

"All students who fail in the exam will have this illusion, but Chi Rui, there is no shame in accepting failure."

"I..." I wanted to say that I had evidence, but when the words came to my lips, I cautiously didn't say it. I don't know who handed me this certificate, and I don't know if the teacher leading the team is credible. , I don't know if there is a bigger conspiracy behind all this.

I just said it again stubbornly: "Teacher, I hope to review my test scores."

"Don't mess around, go to bed early, and go back to school tomorrow."

As soon as the voice fell, the teacher who led the team hung up the phone.

It took me more than ten seconds before I put the microphone back to its original position, then stared at the kraft paper bag, at a loss for what to do.

If there was such a well-developed Internet and a wide range of social platforms back then, I would definitely post it on the Internet and use the power of netizens to expose the darkness of that physics competition.But in fact, at that time, flip phones were very fashionable objects.Internet forums have just taken shape, and I have no concept of asking for help online.Many years later, I would also wonder if my future would be different if I had a different way out at that time.

But I quickly stopped this subtle and almost weak thought. At that time, I no longer had regrets, and I was willing to be responsible for every choice I made, even if it was wrong.

I tossed and turned in bed all night, but I still didn't want to let it go.Early the next morning, I went to the office of the organizer of the competition, but when I arrived, there was only one young staff member inside. He looked up at me and said, "The certificate has not yet arrived. when."

I asked him, "Where are the other staff?"

He stared at me in surprise, and after a while, he said, "I left at the end of the awards ceremony yesterday."

"Why are they all gone..." I couldn't believe it.

He smiled, with a very gentle look: "Except for the marking teacher, the other invigilators will definitely leave. After the marking is over, people will have already left, but don't worry, we have already contacted you." If you get off the bus, you will be sent back to school without delay.”

"Do you have Director Xu's contact information?" I must have lost my head, but I asked him the contact information of the Director of the Physics Competition Committee so bluntly.

"I have, but young man, I can't give it to you." His expression became vigilant, "What are you looking for Director Xu for?"

"I have a problem with my grades." I said numbly.

"Impossible, the test papers are completely disrupted and randomly marked. In the end, the total score of the papers has been checked three times, so there can be no problems." His reaction was bigger than I imagined, and he almost refuted me angrily.

I stared at him for a while, put down my schoolbag, took out the kraft paper bag from the reference book in the schoolbag, carefully took out the certification certificate, and handed it to him.

I said, "Did you see this?"

He looked at it for three seconds, frowned, turned around and quickly flipped through the pile of brown paper bags behind him. After a few ten minutes, he found a brown paper bag that also had my name on it.

He handed it to me and said, "Take it apart and see."

I opened the envelope and took out a certificate that was completely different from the original one in my hand. On the certificate, my physical score was only 59 points, and the ranking column read "Finalist".

I almost laughed angrily, and said, "This paper is forged."

"But you have no evidence to prove that it is a forgery," the young staff member sighed, trying to persuade me to give up, "Even if you find Director Xu with these two sheets, it won't change anything. Is the list forged?"

"Re-read the test paper, how many points I got, wouldn't it be clear?"

"Then you have to have the papers." He looked at me pityingly. "All the papers were destroyed the day before yesterday. The staff in the archives accidentally approved the cancellation application a few days earlier, and now there is nothing left."

"Young man, if you didn't buy your grades in private, think about it carefully, did you offend someone, or did someone express the idea of ​​wanting to buy your grades?"

"I know who that person is."

"you know?"

"I know."

How could I not know that only Ma Feifei and Song Dongyang could do all of this.

My chest was burning with anger, but I was able to say thank you to the staff member with a smile, and asked for his contact information.

He was more cautious than I imagined, and refused to leave any contact information, just said: "I can guess which guy handed you this kraft paper, he revealed half of the shady scene, and I am embarrassed to keep it from you. But That's all we can do."

He paused, and then said: "Maybe we did something wrong. If you don't know anything, the current result will only make you sad for a while. This hurdle is still easy to pass."

"No, you didn't do anything wrong," I looked him in the eye and retorted seriously, "I want to thank you, thank you for making me understand that I didn't lose."

"What do you want to do next, I advise you not to have another conflict with that person."

"Let's prepare for the college entrance examination first," I heard my own calm voice, "after the exam is over, I will think of other ways."

"Study hard—" He patted my shoulder worriedly.

"it is good."

I got on the bus back to school, but my mood was completely different from when I came here. When I saw Ma Feifei and Song Dongyang again, it was not the feeling of indifference and disdain, but the feeling of burning like a knife cutting fire. Hate, I even felt that being in the same bus with them was enough to make me retch.

But I just understand that there is nothing I can do, or I must choose to endure, otherwise there is a great possibility that I will not be able to graduate from high school, and even the college entrance examination will be affected.

This physics competition incident made me heartbroken and desperate, and it also made me clearly understand how far Ma Feifei, Song Dongyang and the people behind them can achieve.

After returning to school, Ma Feifei won No.1 in the physics competition, but the fact that I didn't get the ranking did not arouse any sparks among the classmates. Instead, the classmates in the first class comforted me, either explicitly or implicitly. Said that the mistake this time must be "bad luck" and "too biased". I accepted their comfort and tried my best to pretend that I had been comforted, and no longer paid attention to the appearance of this "loss".

But in the dead of night, I raised my head and looked at the two close-fitting kraft paper bags on the bookshelf. I couldn't control my emotions, and hatred gnawed at my heart like ants.

I fantasized about how I would take revenge on Ma Feifei and Song Dongyang, and when the fantasy ended, I fell into the cold reality.

In this kind of self-torture, I developed terrible ambitions and desires. I began to question my dream of becoming a scientist, began to desire money and power, and began to convince myself that the bottom line did not have to be set so high.

I am soberly aware that I am changing little by little, in a direction I did not expect.

This kind of change is slow, maybe reversible, maybe as time goes by, I will choose to give up the hatred, or choose to let myself go, and stop using other people's faults to force myself.

But on a snowless winter night, I did all the metamorphosis and made it all happen.

The beginning of the matter was that I was walking around the teaching building as usual, and I heard Ma Feifei's voice in the corner by chance.

She was asking: "How can Chi Rui be ruined?"

As before, I still didn't hear the voice of the person she was talking to.

But I heard her say, "Give me that bottle of medicine, and I'll figure out how to make him drink it."

I held my breath and stood for a long, long time, until I confirmed that Ma Feifei had left, then moved my stiff feet and returned to the classroom.

I sat on the seat, looking down at the appreciation of ancient poems in front of me, the instinct of my body urged me to answer the questions with a pen.

But I held the gel pen, but I didn't write for a long time.

I was thinking about Ma Feifei's words. She made a deal with an unknown person and exchanged for a bottle of potion, and the way to destroy me was to let me drink this bottle of potion.

What's in this bottle of potion?What are the dire consequences of drinking it?

One terrible answer after another flashed through my mind, and I wasn't sure which was the best solution, but I was almost sure of the way Ma Feifei made me drink it.

She will definitely let Song Dongyang come to find me, and she will definitely let Song Dongyang trick me into drinking this bottle of potion.

I sneered silently, and when I came back to my senses, I realized that the tip of the pen had scratched two words on the paper - "Go to hell".

The palm of my hand seemed to be burned. I couldn't believe that I wrote these two words just now.I clenched the pen tightly and quickly erased the two words. Looking at the two dark smudges in front of my eyes, I wanted to cry a little, but I raised the corners of my mouth and smiled.

After evening self-study and school, I slowly packed my schoolbag, and I saw Song Dongyang at the door.

He was handsome and sharp in a black cashmere coat, but he looked at me with gentle emotions in his eyes. He said, "Xiao Rui, brother will take you to a high place."

I spent a lot of effort not to let myself laugh out loud, barely maintained a cold expression, and whispered: "I don't want to go anywhere with you."

"We've known each other for so many years. Even if we want to break up, we should sort things out." There was a hint of sadness in his voice, as if he really felt regretful and sad.

I lowered my head and my shoulders were trembling slightly. He probably thought I was too sad, so he gently held my shoulders and coaxed me softly.

All I knew was that I was trying to control my excitement, that I was entering a mysterious state where I would hallucinate that I could do whatever I wanted.

After 10 minutes of see-sawing, I "reluctantly" agreed to his request and got into his car.

At the moment when the car started, I somehow blurted out: "Forget it, I still want to go home and do another set of papers."

He didn't turn his head, but said without the slightest hesitation: "I'm already in the car, come with me, it won't waste much time."

I raised my hand and covered my forehead, covering my expression, even though I knew it was hard for him to see me from his perspective.

I just felt that, at that moment, I became just like him, hypocritical and ugly.