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The last evening self-study get out of class was over, and as soon as Teacher Li left, Jiang Shou began to collect schoolbags.Using his lunch break and spare time, his homework was basically messy, and he didn't have much to take home, so he put it away in a while.

"Please let me go."

"Right now."

Wei Zhixun, who was occupying the aisle talking to Zhuo Shuang, quickly turned sideways to make way.

"Hey wait, little classmate, I have something to ask you."

Zhuo Shuang sat still on the seat, pretending not to see Jiang Shou's frown.

"It's a little thing, it's very simple, and it won't take you half a minute."

Jiang Shou exhaled the turbid air in her lungs, suppressed the anxiety in her heart, and asked as calmly as possible, "What's the matter?"

"Is today's physics homework difficult? Is there any problem going back without textbooks?"

Zhuo Shuang spent a long time picking through a pile of textbooks and exercise books, and finally had a hard time deciding whether to take the physics textbook home.

"The last few big questions may use the content here."

In order to end this meaningless conversation earlier, Jiang Mou directly turned Zhuo Shuang's textbook to the specified number of pages.Zhuo Shuang noticed that his hands did not have thick body hair on the knuckles like some boys did. His fingers were thin and long with pointed ends. Blood vessels can be seen.

"Just these two places."

"Thanks."

Zhuo Shuang did what he said, and gave way when he got the answer.

Jiang Shou hurried over with her schoolbag, as if she was deliberately avoiding something.

"See you tomorrow."

Zhuo Shuang said this to his back, he stopped slightly, but didn't respond when he heard it.

When he walked away, Wei Zhixun, who had witnessed the whole process, said quietly, "Brother Zhuo, this little classmate seems to dislike you."

Zhuo Shuang turned her attention back to Wei Zhixun, and looked at him with a half-smile, "Will you die if you don't say a word?"

He couldn't tell whether he was angry or not. Wei Zhixun was a little frightened, but he couldn't be cowardly. He still stuck his neck and continued to sing the opposite tune, "It's not that I told him not to see you. I think this little classmate is very thin-skinned." , once you come to Chinese class, no one will welcome you."

"Thin-skinned." Zhuo Shuang chewed the words, "You are right, he is indeed thin-skinned."

"Ah?" Wei Zhixun didn't understand what he was playing. "Honestly, Brother Zhuo, why did you come so late today? You finally got assigned to a class. I thought I could be at the same table with you."

Zhuo Shuang raised one eyelid and asked knowingly, "What's wrong with Old Fu?"

The old Fu he was talking about was Wei Zhixun's deskmate Fu Heng, a tall, thin boy with a gentle and scholarly appearance.

"It's not that he's not good... Well, I can't tell, so let's do it like this. I will pay a silent tribute to that little classmate in advance. If you are taken in by such a bastard, you will die or he will die."

"Get out." Zhuo Shuang scolded with a smile, "The flower of friendship between me and this little classmate has just sprouted, so don't let it hinder you."

"Are you numb?" Wei Zhixun had goosebumps on his arms, "Tell me, how did he offend you?"

"I didn't offend him anywhere, I just think he is very interesting, and I plan to seriously develop a friendly relationship with him as classmates."

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"Are you serious?" Wei Zhixun thought he was just joking, "You really want to be friends with him."

Zhuo Shuang was surprised, "Which eye of yours saw that I was fake?"

Wei Zhixun, who is well versed in Zhuo Shuang's nature, waved his hands, "Okay, okay, I understand. Brother Zhuo, what did Wu Dawei tell you in the physical education class?"

"Just some bullshit gossip."

Seeing that most of the class had left, Wei Zhixun was about to go back to pack his schoolbags and leave. Before he left, he suddenly thought of something, "By the way, Brother Zhuo, do you want to go to the gymnasium to play together in two days?"

Zhuo Shuang toiled for a long time and finally put away the schoolbag, buttoned it and put it on his shoulder, "No, I have something to do."

Wei Zhixun instinctively felt that he was lying, "What can you do?"

"It's just something at home, why, want to know?" Seeing that he wanted to know written all over his face, Zhuo Shuang smiled strangely, "Unless your name can be written in my household registration book, there is no way. If I don't say, will I ask you so?" Hei Zhuang's partner, if you want to enter my family's household registration book, can you understand me on a three-day trip to Thailand?"

Knowing that he was being tricked, Wei Zhixun angrily cursed.

Zhuo Shuang stretched her waist, "Don't think about it, I really have something to do...huh?"

Most people go out after school, so those who come in from the outside will be particularly out of place.

Xie Yaoyao, who met once in the physical education class, walked in generously carrying her schoolbag.

Because she is not from this class, everyone in the classroom is more or less focused on her.She turned a blind eye and went straight to the back row of the classroom, more precisely, where Zhuo Shuang was.

Seeing the empty seat, her expression was a bit complicated.

"Can I talk to you?" She looked directly at Zhuo Shuang, her eyes and her body language showed her insistent insistence.

Zhuo Shuang pushed the chair in, picked up the scarf on the back of the chair, and ignored the winking Wei Zhixun, "No problem, let's go, talk slowly on the way."

·

The High School Affiliated to University A is built on the hillside and is located in a winding street. The driveway at the school gate has not been expanded due to historical problems, and it is blocked by private cars that come to pick up and drop off every time after school.

Jiangchou walked quickly past the row of private cars of all price ranges, and went to the station outside the alley to wait for the No. 209 bus he took every day.

Today he was lucky, he got the car in less than 5 minutes, and there were still a few empty seats in the car.

It is five stops from the school to his house. If there is no traffic jam, it will be very fast. It will take only 10 minutes.

After getting off the car, he had to walk a certain distance. When he passed the 24-hour convenience store, he opened the door and went in, and took two fried chicken lunch boxes with ease.

"Are you a student of the High School Affiliated to University A?"

The cashier was a woman in her 40s, who was probably too bored to stand on shift at night, so she took the initiative to talk to him.

"Yes." He lowered his head and picked out a note from his wallet and handed it over.

"How tall are you?"

The woman took the money, looked at it and started giving him change after checking that there was no problem.

"High school."

Although his attitude and tone were cold, he basically answered every question.

"As expected of the attached middle school, it's really hard work. My daughter's school is closed at six o'clock, and I'm still thinking about finding a tutor for her to make up lessons." She put the stack of banknotes and coins she found into his hand, "Students Don’t eat this all the time when you’re old, it’s not nutritious and it’s not good for your health, ask your family to cook something nutritious for you.”

Jiang Shou lowered her head, just facing the reflection on the glass counter, and the person in the reflection also looked back at him.

He tentatively bent the corners of his mouth. This expression was a smile on others, but it was indescribably weird and uncoordinated on him.

"My mom doesn't have time to cook today."

·

Zhuyuan Community is a real estate built in [-]. It has the common problem of most real estate in that era, that is, there is no elevator.Jiang Mou went up to the sixth floor and took out the key from his pocket to open the door. The small apartment with two bedrooms and one living room made the living room look bigger than it actually was by squeezing the kitchen and the second bedroom, but the price was that the second bedroom could barely accommodate one room. There is a bed and a cabinet, and the remaining space is difficult to even stand.

He didn't go back to his room, which was like a pigeon coop, and sat at the dining table, eating dinner while doing the rest of his homework.

The outer layer of crispy skin of the over-microwaved fried chicken is soft, and it will be starchy in the mouth, while the meat inside is hard and tough. It's dinner.

Jiang Suqing came back from get off work at ten o'clock, took a look at him in the dining room, and put one hand on the wall to replace her high-heeled shoes, her face was half covered by her long curly hair.

Neglected wrinkles and bags under the eyes softened her aggressive beauty, making her look worn and tired.

"Have you eaten yet? If you haven't eaten, I'll make something casually."

After putting on soft slippers, her voice was not so weak.

Jiang Shou pointed to the untouched bento on the table, "I ate it, and I bought you one by the way, if you want to eat it, you can eat it, I asked the clerk to reheat it."

She glanced at the bento on the table, her eyes flickered slightly, and then she said bluntly, "Eat less of this kind of thing in the future."

"I see."

Jiangchou continued to bow her head to do her homework, she went into the room to take a shower and change clothes, and it was more than half an hour before she came out again.

She sat beside him and ate the bento he bought with beer. She couldn't eat half of it.

"Don't buy it in the future."

"Yeah." Jiangchou's eyes still fell on the exercise book.

She didn't go back to her room to sleep like she used to, "Can we talk?"

"You said."

"Don't you have any opinion on us?"

Jiang Chou stopped writing, "Why did you say this suddenly? Did Uncle Xie tell you anything?"

"It has nothing to do with you, Uncle Xie. I just can't sleep at night and keep thinking about whether you have something against us."

Uncle Xie is her current husband, divorced, and the child was awarded to his ex-wife. The two got married three years ago, and they didn't plan to have any more children.

"No, I have nothing against you."

She must have been thinking about these words for a while, and it was convenient for her to speak when Xie Shun was away on a business trip tonight.

"You said you have no objection, but look at how you did it. I saw it five or six times during the winter vacation. How many times have I told you that I am under pressure to let you live here? You Can you not follow your own temper?"

Jiangchou lowered her eyelashes and stopped writing, "Well. I know, it will be very difficult for you to let me live here."

"If you can really understand." She frowned, "Don't just say you know, what you do is another matter."

Jiangchou looked back at her math homework.

Questions that weren't too difficult now look like gibberish because of the real distraction.

It's better in school, at least in school he can pretend that he doesn't have to worry about these crap things.

"Mom, how do you think about living on campus? I asked, and there are still beds..."

It’s okay if you don’t talk about it, Jiang Suqing gets even more angry when she mentions this, “You still say you have no problem with us?”

Living in school requires a form signed by the parents. He asked the class teacher to get the form at the end of last semester, but she refused to sign it.

"I don't know what you do in school? I provide you with good food and drink. Is it to make you dislike us?"

"I want to relieve you a little bit."

"I'm thankful you know something."

Jiang Shou sighed, intending to end the dispute, "Just pretend I didn't say anything about it."

She stared at him, and chased after him relentlessly, "You've said everything, how could I pretend it didn't happen?"

"...I haven't finished my homework yet."

"Don't you know how to hurry up at school?"

"I was wrong."

Seeing that he stopped talking, she closed her mouth and went back to her room to sleep.

It was not easy to pick up the thought that had been broken once, so he barely finished writing the rest, took a shower, went back to the room and lay down on the bed.

The bedroom converted from the utility room was very simple and cramped. He looked at the silver scar on the ceiling and slowly closed his eyes.

Six months ago, his grandmother who had been taking care of him passed away due to illness. After thinking about it, his mother finally decided to take on the responsibility of a mother, so he moved in with her and her remarried partner.

After all this time, he still wasn't used to this bed.He never knew that he would have such a luxury of owning a bed.He turned over, feeling that his nerves were still tense, and he didn't feel relaxed at all—this was his mother's home, but not his.

He no longer has a home.