like electricity

Jiangchou didn't know how she got back to school.

Between the closed palms, the night is a misty and transparent blue, and the sun is the last silver coin that burns out. He is like a wandering soul with no idea, his body is still far away, and his soul is floating meaninglessly, merging into the neon lights. rivers, far and near.

"Stop, stop. Yes, I'm calling you."

He stopped when he heard the sound, and saw someone striding towards him.

Old Tang has no class tonight, so he intends to go to the administration building to submit a document before leaving get off work.As a conscientious teacher, how could he not care when he saw students returning late and skipping classes, "Which class are you in, do you know how long you have been in class!?"

At first he thought it was those habitual offenders who were late, but when he approached, he found that it was a good student like Jiang Shou, who was regarded by all the teachers as being excellent in character and learning. His tone could not help but soften, "Why are you? What happened?"

He put Jiang Shou in the position of the victim again on his own initiative, "Have you been bullied again?"

Jiang Shou didn't want to answer and didn't know how to answer, so she looked past him and landed on the Yuhuan Building behind.He was a little disappointed that he couldn't see Class One (One) from this angle.

"I'm talking to you." Old Tang, who was ignored, frowned, "Tell me why it's so late."

He looked back, "Nothing."

What is there to say?Could it be that he stayed in the photo studio until it closed, and was finally kicked out by the receptionist who was off work?

The two were deadlocked for a while, and Old Tang could see his determination not to speak up, so he took a step back helplessly.

"I was late because I had to write a review, but it's almost the end of the term. I heard that you have a lot of homework. I will let you go this time. Next time you are caught handing in double copies, do you hear me?"

After finishing speaking, Old Tang lightly pushed him on the shoulder, "Go as soon as you hear it, the first quarter's evening self-study will be finished."

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The entire Yuhuan Building was brightly lit, and the corridors were illuminated like daylight by the lights in the classrooms.

The closer she was to Class One (First) on the leftmost side of the second floor, the slower Jiangchou's footsteps would be.The classroom door was ajar, and Lao Cao's ups and downs could be vaguely heard. He stood outside the door, halfway through the door, and suddenly stopped.He has hung up on Zhuo Shuang so many times, Zhuo Shuang will definitely not let it go, and will definitely ask him for a reasonable explanation... He actually knows very well that hanging up the phone and being late are trivial things, and the real reason is that he does not want to be late. She knew how to face Zhuo Shuang, but she didn't know how to face their relationship.

A sophomore teacher came down from upstairs and saw him standing outside the classroom, and couldn't help but take a second look strangely.

"Student, why don't you go in?"

"Go in now."

Under the gaze of the other party, he bit the bullet and pushed the door, but before he touched it, the door was pulled open.

"I just said why I always feel that there is someone outside the door." Lao Cao lowered his head kindly, "Why don't you come in?"

"I'm sorry." He didn't dare to look at Lao Cao's face, and nervously clutched the fabric at the corner of his clothes with his fingers, "...I'm late."

Lao Cao's temper is really good, even if he was away for half a class, he didn't ask too much why, "Next time if you feel uncomfortable, let me know in advance, I plan to find you after class."

After welcoming him in, Lao Cao returned to the podium and continued to lecture on the unfinished text during the day.He lowered his head and walked towards his position against the curious eyes of others until it was unavoidable.

"Please... get up."

Zhuo Shuang was staring at him for an instant, worry and puzzlement were written in her light-colored eyes, her thin lips were drawn into a line, and she didn't look very happy.He didn't dare to look him in the eyes, he just hoped that this person would not embarrass him on this occasion.

Fortunately, Zhuo Shuang hadn't disregarded the situation to this point, so she stood up and made a passage for him.He thought he had escaped for a while, but he never expected that Zhuo Shuang would grab his wrist the moment the two approached, leaning into his ear and whispering, "What's wrong with you? Why didn't you answer my phone? "

Zhuo Shuang's body temperature has always been a little higher than his.

It landed on the skin, not knowing whether it was nervousness or an overreaction, he trembled suddenly.

"what happened to you?"

Concerned that he was in class and too many things were inconvenient to do, Zhuo Shuang let go of his hand and gave him a suspended sentence with one sentence, "Explain everything clearly to me after class."

He pretended not to hear, bowed his head and returned to his seat, took out his textbooks and notebooks and pretended to listen carefully to the class—Old Tang reminded him that if he fails the final exam, not only Jiang Suqing, but even himself will not forgive him.

Listen to the class carefully and stop thinking about other unimportant things.He thought well, but some people just didn't let him go.Lao Cao finished the text and started to talk about the questions. He forgot to take out the exercise book and stretched his hand into the drawer to get it. Unexpectedly, he was grabbed before he touched the corner.

The instigator, Zhuo Shuang, stared at the blackboard intently, and whispered, "You haven't come back, I'm afraid something will happen to you."

He wanted to pull his hand back in embarrassment, but Zhuo Shuang held it tightly and refused to let him break free no matter what.

Unlike him who is only used to using his right hand, Zhuo Shuang can write with both hands, at most, his left hand is not as good as his right hand.He lowered his head and took notes with his free hand. At some point, he forgot what he was going to write, and there was only one person's name in the blank space.

Zhuo Shuang.A whole page was written only with the name of this one person.He stopped, tore off the page, crumpled it up and threw it in a drawer.But not being able to see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. He couldn't bear to let go, and all the things about this person were in his mind. Until this moment, he realized sadly that even if part of the same blood flowed on their bodies, even if their relationship was different. Being allowed to exist, this person's body is still so warm that he is hopelessly addicted to it.

"Are you shaking?" Zhuo Shuang glanced at him strangely.

He exhaled, "It's your illusion."

The fact is that he can't lie to himself, from the moment he found out, he has been afraid of losing Zhuo Shuang, and now this fear finally broke out.

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