like electricity

In all fairness, this request is not too much, but Jiang Shou still pursed her lips into a straight line.

"What does it have to do with you?" His voice was very thin, as if trying to suppress something.

Zhuo Shuang took a full look at his reaction, "Well, it doesn't seem to matter, but I just want to know, is this enough reason?"

Jiangchou immediately stopped talking.

He tilted his head, his jaw was tense, and from Zhuo Shuang's angle, it was easy to see a small section of his slender neck.

Jiang Shou's skin is very white, the kind of unhealthy, bloodless white, it is easy to suspect that he has not been exposed to the sun a few times in his life, in contrast, his hair and pupils are a kind of pure It was so dark that there was no light in it.

It is such a stark contrast that makes the faint red under Jiangchou's collar extremely dazzling.

Zhuo Shuang's first reaction was to investigate, to see what was connected at the end of this red line.

Fortunately, as soon as he raised his hand, he remembered that their relationship was not so close. If he really did this, he would probably scare the kid away.

It was the school bell that rang suddenly, startling him.

"A little contradiction."

Jiang Choi took the opportunity to increase the distance between the two.

After breaking away from the shadow cast by this person, he felt his breathing become unobstructed again the moment he saw the light again.

"The teacher is coming."

Seeing that his deskmate was still sitting on the table playing handsome, he kindly reminded him.

"Oh, thanks."

Zhuo Shuang got off the table with a flick of her wrist, and just as she sat down, a middle-aged man in a jacket held a lesson plan in one hand and a teacup in the other, strolling into the classroom like a retired veteran cadre.

Many people have seen this slightly rich face on the bulletin board at the school gate.The super teacher put down the tea mug, cleared his throat, "My surname is Cao, and I will be your Chinese teacher for the next few years. You can call me Teacher Cao. If you think Teacher Cao is too official, you can call me Old Cao in private." It’s okay, my students in the previous class called me that, to be honest, I’m very happy, because they are willing to call me that because they treat me as a friend.”

It seemed that Teacher Cao had no airs, and sporadic laughter came from below.

Lao Cao didn't touch the textbooks and lesson plans on the table, but instead looked at the homework left by the class representative on the blackboard, "Is it so hard to start school? Then I won't talk about the main lesson in the first class, and chat with you casually."

"What are you talking about?"

Lao Cao looked at the boy, "What do you want to talk about, or do you have anything you want to talk about?"

"I..." The boy scratched his head for a long time, "I can't think of it."

"If we can't figure it out, let's start from the latest one. Recently, the new Yitian Tulongji is being broadcast on TV. Have you watched it? I still remember that the first time I watched it was Zheng Shaoqiu as the leading role..."

It is obvious that Lao Cao is a martial arts enthusiast. When he talked about Jin Yong, he couldn't stop talking about it. From Yitian Tulong to Tianlong Babu, he became very excited and even performed in public. A boy took the lead in applauding.

Compared with these things, Jiang Mou is more interested in the physics exercise booklet under the textbook.

He picked up the previously interrupted train of thought, and drew a few force analysis models on the draft paper. Just as he had some clues, a small ball of paper the size of a fingernail landed precisely in the middle of the exercise book, idiot Everyone knows who threw it over.He picked up the ball of paper, intending to let it go back and forth, and then his wrist was held down.

"Don't throw it."

He turned his head and saw "Hurry up" written on Zhuo Shuang's left face, and "Open" written on his right face, the combination is "Hurry up".If you don't open it and have a look, the matter will probably be endless, so he withdrew his hand and opened the three-folded small ball of paper, and what came into view was Zhuo Shuang's handwriting, which can be called a model of hard-tipped pen calligraphy.

"What is the specific contradiction, I want to know."

"I forgot."

He wrote these words, crumpled the note and threw it over, but anyone who knows how to read words can tell that he doesn't want to say it.

The note was thrown back 30 seconds later.

"Think again, have you figured it out?"

"I don't want to think about it." His response was still cold and straightforward.

This is his business and has nothing to do with other people. If possible, he doesn't want other people to interfere at all.

Zhuo Shuang changed the question this time.

"Do you hate me? Why?"

--do you hate me?

Jiang Shou stared at the note, lost in thought for a while.

His feelings for the name Zhuo Shuang were too complicated, so he didn't know how to answer this question.

The tip of the pen fell on the paper and formed an ugly dot of ink, he came back to his senses, "I'm sorry."

Zhuo Shuang chased after the victory, "What do you mean by sorry?"

"I don't hate you."

——But I hate the name Zhuo Shuang.

The note was thrown back again, because the front side was full of Zhuo Shuang and the content was written on the back. To save space, the words were written a little bit bigger. Even with a little eyesight, it was almost impossible to see what a bible it was.

"Since you don't hate me, I want to make friends with you. What do you want?"

Jiangchou stared at a certain word in it.friend.He recited these two words silently, except for the absurdity and confusion: he didn't understand, what's the benefit of making friends with a person like him?Didn't others tell him why he was alienated from others last semester?Or does this person know and just want to have some fun with himself?

Rather than take this risk, it's better to nip concerns in the cradle from the beginning.

He was too lazy to pass the note, but told Zhuo Shuang directly, "No need."

Zhuo Shuang narrowed her eyes, "What are you worried about?"

concern?Jiang Choi didn't expect him to say that, "I didn't..."

"The two students in the back, I saw that you two passed the note for most of the class and didn't say a word. What's the matter now, are you not satisfied with passing the note?"

Lao Cao thought he was magnanimous enough, and it was because some two classmates bullied others too much that they ignored him at all.

"What good things do you want to tell everyone?" He lowered his head and looked for the seat name list given to him by the study committee. "Zhuo Shuang, tell me."

Zhuo Shuang stood up generously, and gave Jiang Shou a meaningful look before speaking.

Jiangchou's eyelids twitched, feeling that he couldn't say anything good.

Zhuo Shuang put one hand in his pocket and said lazily, "Teacher, I'm asking this little classmate if he wants to make friends with me."

"What?" Lao Cao suspected that he had heard it wrong, "Can you repeat it again?"

"Teacher, you heard me right. I was just asking my classmates at the same table if they want to make friends with me."

The whole class roared with laughter, especially Wei Zhixun, who pounded the table while laughing, as if suffering from epilepsy.

Zhuo Shuang's face didn't turn red and her heart didn't beat, Jiang Shou wished she could dig a hole and bury herself in it.

Even Cao, who is well-informed and well-informed, has a complicated face, "Let me see...well, classmate Jiangchou, tell me if this is the case in the end."

Jiang Shou didn't move.If he wasn't in class right now, he would probably rush out of the classroom to get away from the suffocating atmosphere.

"Student Jiangchou? Classmate Jiangchou?"

Lao Cao called out three times in a row before Jiang Shou reluctantly stood up.

"It's really what Zhuo Shuang said?"

"……Um."

"Then you promised him?"

"..." Jiang Shou didn't say a word, her eyes were empty, as if her soul was out of her body.

Lao Cao saw that he was thin-skinned and let him go temporarily.

"Student Zhuo Shuang, did he agree?"

Zhuo Shuang shook her head, "No."

God knows why Lao Cao, a middle-aged man, temporarily guested as the aunt of the neighborhood committee, "Then do you know why?"

"I don't know." Zhuo Shuang lowered his eyes, "I swear I didn't offend him."

Lao Cao rubbed his chin, "Student Jiangchou, why don't you want to be friends with him?"

Things have developed to this point, rather than punishing two students who talked in class, Lao Cao is more like waiting for a good show.

Jiang Shou, who was pointed again, raised his head for the first time, looking directly at Lao Cao who was full of interest, "Because there is no need."

"No need for anything?"

"No need for friends."

Lao Cao pondered for a long time, "Student Jiangchou, I don't know how you came to this conclusion, but as someone who has experienced it, I must correct you. Everyone needs friends, and you are no exception."

Seeing Jiang Shou's noncommittal expression, he sighed, "You think you don't need it, but in fact you are just suppressing your emotional needs. When you go to college, you will understand that there are not so many temptations of money and fame. It is the easiest time in a person's life to reap sincere and pure friendship."

He talked a lot about his own experience, but Jiang Shou didn't want to hear a single word.

He is willing to sell his soul as long as it can end this torture.

"Teacher, I understand."

"What do you know?"

Jiang Shou glanced at Zhuo Shuang next to her, and with the most sincere tone in her life, she jumped out word by word, "I know I was wrong, I promise to be friends with him..."

Lao Cao showed a satisfied smile, "I always say that you have to study and live, and you have to study and live. I know that you are eager to make new friends when you come to the new class. This is a good thing, but next time remember to distinguish the time and occasion clearly. Okay, sit down Come down, I won't be so easy to talk in the future."

Confused, Jiang Shou, who had a new friend, sat down and saw the guy beside him who was shaking his shoulders with a snickering smile. He clearly realized that he had been tricked, and his breath was stuck in his chest. .

While Lao Cao turned to write on the blackboard, he kicked the guy on the stool.

Zhuo Shuang shook her finger at him in embarrassment, "Little classmate, it's not a good behavior to obey others."

Jiang Shou glared at him coldly, but didn't make a sound.

It will be over soon, this so-called "friendship" will not last long, this person will soon know who he is.This kind of thought pierced his swollen anger and made him calm down again.

He was so sure that no one would want to approach him like this.