like electricity

During the lunch break, the sunlight penetrated through the thick blue curtains in the office of the chemistry group, leaving a bright trace on the tiles.

Teacher Li looked at her mobile phone while eating. The other teachers were afraid of the heat, and the temperature of the air conditioner was very low. Her position was close to the air vent, so she wore a beige shawl over her skirt.

"Teacher Li."

Jiangchou knocked on the door outside.

"Come in." She raised her head and saw who was coming, and the lines between her brows spread out, "It's you, what's the matter?"

Jiang Choi carefully placed the exercise book and papers in her hand in front of her.

"I have finished the homework for the past few days, as well as the papers for the quiz in class. I want you to approve it for me."

Teacher Li turned it over and took a look. Seeing that he had done every question seriously, he pulled a stool from the opposite teacher's desk and said, "Sit down, I just want to talk to you too."

"What do you want to talk about?"

Teacher Li put the mobile phone in the drawer, rummaged through the pen holder for a long time and found a half-worn pen, unscrewed it and wrote two strokes and found that the water could not come out, so he shook it lightly twice.

"Don't be so nervous, I'll just ask casually. Jiangchou, I've been in school for two days, is there any discomfort?"

He shook his head.After that night, he didn't have symptoms such as dyspnea again, and he was taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor on time, "No."

The pen was able to write, and she skillfully drew several ticks in his exercise book, "At the end of the term, everyone is reviewing. The teacher understands that you are afraid of missing homework, but the body is also the capital of the revolution. Your mother called me I talked a lot when I was in school, and I told her to reassure her that you have always performed well in school and are very conscious in your studies... You made a mistake on this question, come and see what is wrong."

She pointed to a calculation problem at the back, "Calculate again, if you can't figure it out, I will lend you a pen and draft paper."

Other schools stop teaching new lessons half a month before the exam and concentrate on reviewing and preparing for the exam. The attached middle school is different. The attached middle school will talk about it at least one week before the exam. Finish.

During the few days when Jiangchou was on leave, he missed many new lessons. Although he was able to solve most of the problems by taking notes and self-study, he was still a little bit powerless when faced with a few difficulties.

"The key point of this question is the oxygen content. You can look again."

Under the guidance and prompting of Teacher Li, Jiang Shou calculated twice and finally got the correct answer.

"That's right." She continued to correct, and when he encountered a wrong question, he would first give some hints to let him think about it, and if he couldn't figure it out, he would start from the basics.

It was almost halfway through the lunch break when she finished her comments, "Go back...do you have anything else to do?"

Seeing that he didn't leave for a long time, Mr. Li was very surprised.

He forced himself to look directly into Teacher Li's eyes, "Mr. Li, I want to change seats."

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Teacher Li didn't respond immediately, "Why do you suddenly want to change seats?"

They choose their seats at the beginning of the semester, and whoever has a good relationship with them will sit together, but it is impossible for them to remain unchanged for a semester.After most of the teachers remembered their faces, she began to adjust the order of the seats according to her usual observations. Most of the adjustments were due to speaking in class and not concentrating. Ask someone in your class for advice.

It's almost the end of the period, and almost everything that should be stabilized has stabilized, so she didn't put her mind on it.

"Don't say where to change, at least give me a reason?"

"I don't want..." He didn't allow himself to back down here, "...I don't want to continue to be at the same table with him."

Teacher Li was even more puzzled when he said this.She recalled all the past, "Isn't your relationship with Zhuo Shuang very good? You were sick or he asked for leave to see you."

If you ask for leave, the leave slip must be handed by the head teacher. In other words, it is impossible for Teacher Li to lie about this kind of thing.

The person who sent him notes and homework was Zhuo Shuang.Jiangchou's hanging hand clenched tightly.

"It's not you who changed the seat

For a person's affairs, you can't change it for you if you say you want it.Although I don't know what made you think so..." She hoped that saying this would dissuade him, "It's normal for classmates to quarrel, just be magnanimous and just talk about it.You want to change now when you are angry, and you will change back when the anger subsides. What do you think of the classmate who changed places with you? "

"I am not impulsive." He is deliberate.

Seeing that he still persisted, Teacher Li sighed, "I'll give you a day to think about it, and then tell me after you think it through. Let me tell you first, if you must change it, even if you regret it later, I won't change it for you. of."

Coming out of the chemistry group office, outside the classroom, Jiang Mou unconsciously stopped.

Zhuo Shuang was leaning on the table talking to a few girls. He didn't know what funny things they were talking about. The one Jiang Choi is familiar with.

Obviously it hasn't been long, but he feels that it has been a lifetime since he saw this person's smiling face last time.

Seeing him coming in, the smile on Zhuo Shuang's face faded.The others sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and they found excuses to return to their seats.

The little bit of enthusiasm in Jiangchou's heart cooled and froze again - all he could bring to Zhuo Shuang was pain, sorrow and confusion.

"Thank you."

Zhuo Shuang, who was sending a message to someone, didn't raise her head, "What do you mean?"

"It's about the notes." His voice became softer as he got to the back, "Thank you."

"That, of course I will be responsible for what happened between you and me." Zhuo Shuang twitched the corners of her mouth, looking like she was about to smile, "This is not an example."

There won't be a next time, will it?At this moment, Jiang Shou became more at ease.

"I know."

At this moment, he finally made up his mind.

·

In the morning reading the next day, Mr. Li walked up and down the classroom as usual, urging some careless students to hurry up and not cry until they fail the final exam.

When she visited the back row of the classroom, Jiang Shou called her to stop, "Mr. Li, I've thought about it."

Zhuo Shuang, who was sandwiched between him and Teacher Li, closed the book, and the faint sound of the book falling on the table made him tremble unconsciously.

"Have you considered it?" Teacher Li's scrutinizing eyes wandered between him and Zhuo Shuang, "Do you still want to change?"

He forcibly ignored Zhuo Shuang's puzzled eyes, "Well, I've decided... I still decided to change."

All that needs to be said has been said, and it is useless to persuade.Teacher Li looked and pointed to a certain place on the other side of the classroom, "After the second class, you can change the table with a group of Tang Yanghui. His math performance has not been very good, you can help him with tutoring."

"it is good."

After Mr. Li left, he started to pack his things so that he could take them away when the time came.

He just took out the book from the drawer, before putting it in the school bag, a hand stretched out from the left and pressed on it, preventing all his next movements.

"You want to change seats?"

Zhuo Shuang said the first sentence of the day to him, her tone was unusually calm, as if she was discussing a trivial matter that had nothing to do with her.

"Yes." He lowered his head, trying to pull the book out of Zhuo Shuang's grasp, "... let go."

Of course Zhuo Shuang didn't listen to him and didn't let go, "Why?"

Hearing Zhuo Shuang question him why, he was suddenly very angry—not only angry with himself, but also with Zhuo Shuang.

Doesn't Zhuo Shuang know why?If you know, why ask knowingly?

Now he no longer expects Zhuo Shuang to forgive him, he just wants Zhuo Shuang to give him a happy, begging him not to continue to torture himself.If you want to break up, tell him directly, if you hate him so much that you can't bear it, tell him to get him out of his sight, as long as you don't pretend to be generous and allow him to approach, and stab him every now and then I was always worried that the knife above my head would fall, and I was so panicked that I couldn't help myself.He is a human being, and his ability to bear is

There are limits.

As long as it's not like it is now.

He heard his own weak and hoarse panting, "Because..." Fortunately, he was sober enough to snap his mouth shut before saying something outrageous.

As a despicable liar, he has no position of hating Zhuo Shuang in this matter at all, and speaking like this will only make his appearance of confounding black and white particularly ridiculous.

It is absolutely impossible for him to tell Zhuo Shuang these words.

"Because of what?" Zhuo Shuang's words were full of undisguised coldness.

"There's no reason." He said quickly and awkwardly, "You don't want to see me, isn't it good to separate like this?"

No one wants to see the object of hatred wandering around them all day long. Since Zhuo Shuang hates him, it would be good if he doesn't appear in Zhuo Shuang's sight.

Zhuo Shuang was silent for a long time, "You think this is very good? Jiang Shou, very good." He bit the word very hard, and the irony was self-evident.

He buried his head even lower, not daring to see the expression Zhuo Shuang used to say these words.

He was afraid to see Zhuo Shuang angry, and even more afraid that Zhuo Shuang would be happy about it.

The moment Zhuo Shuang let go of his hand, he stared blankly at the cover of the book, covering his mouth to keep himself from making a sound.

And that's the end of it.

Maybe.

·

--very good.Jiangchou, very good.

This was the last sentence Zhuo Shuang said to him in the next half month.

Whether it was intentional or unintentional, the new seat was exactly on the same diagonal line as his previous seat, which was the farthest distance in the same classroom.He was not very warm-hearted, but his new deskmate seemed to be more introverted than him. He often couldn't speak a word except discussing math problems all day long.

The heavy study pressure is on everyone's head. I don't know when the class is over and no one is playing in the aisle. Everyone is reading exercises and papers in their seats. Occasionally, the teacher comes to answer questions. In an instant, there are seven or eight people. He rushed up with a huff.

During the three days of the college entrance examination holiday, Jiang Suqing asked him why he didn't go to that classmate's house to do homework.He had no choice but to remain silent. Jiang Suqing might have sensed something, and gradually stopped asking.

He went back to working in the cafeteria in the morning, noon and evening, and the monotonous days of studying in addition to studying every day.The traces left by Zhuo Shuang gradually faded from his world, as if a black and white still life that had been forcibly dyed faded again.

If there was no accident during the winter vacation, his life would have been like this.

Just when he thought that this semester was going to end in this way, a small thing happened.

Zhuo Shuang didn't come to the evening self-study that night, and all his schoolbags were still left in class, which meant that he didn't leave early on purpose.

Teacher Zhu asked four or five times on the stage, asking if anyone saw him, and then went outside to make a call, but no one answered for four or five minutes.

"I'll go to your class teacher, you should study by yourself first."

If you want to see people in life, you need to see dead bodies in death. It is the responsibility of the school to disappear in school.Teacher Zhu left in a hurry, and there was an uproar in the class. The monitor came to the stage and shouted for silence several times, but no one listened.

Jiang Shou sat blankly on the seat, even Tang Yanghui could tell that he was in a bad mood.

"Maybe it's..." He clumsily tried to comfort Jiang Shou, "Maybe it's..." Even he himself might not know why.

"I'm sure nothing will happen. Besides, I'm not acting in a TV series." He stammered, "I'm sure I'll be back soon..."

Jiang Shou couldn't hear what he said, but looked at Wei Zhixun in a strange way.

Wei Zhixun was also looking at him, anxious and worried.Meeting his gaze, Wei Zhixun lowered his head, and almost at the same time, his mobile phone in his schoolbag vibrated.

Was it from Wei Zhixun?Does Wei Zhixun know where Zhuo Shuang has gone?

"I know why brother Zhuo went, but I dare not tell others."

"what happened?"

Wei Zhixun typed for a long time, and finally sent a long paragraph. The conclusion is that after Zhou Zezheng was expelled from school, his family also abandoned him, declaring that they would sever ties with him, and sent him to a boarding school. Asked, Zhou Zezheng couldn't swallow this breath, and vowed to make those who "framed" him pay the price.

"Let's not say 100%, at least there is a 99% chance that Brother Zhuo met him."

Zhuo Shuang was entangled by Zhou Zezheng again.Zhou Zezheng also brought other helpers.

Just a few short words made him drop all his composure.

He stood up, and the chair rubbed against the floor tiles, making a harsh sound.

"What are you doing?" The deskmate didn't know what he wanted to do, but instinctively felt that he looked a little scary.

"Ask for a leave of absence for me later." He packed his schoolbag as fast as he could and put it on his shoulders, "Just say I'm not feeling well and I'm going to the hospital."

Tang Yanghui was startled by his appearance, "Okay, okay...I see."

He wanted to find Zhuo Shuang.

He couldn't tolerate a scum like Zhou Zezheng touching Zhuo Shuang's finger.