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7.

Day students can leave school at 08:30, while boarding students have to go to two evening self-study classes, and theoretically they can go back to their dormitories to sleep at 10:30.

But teachers are also human beings, especially those who are married. They have to prepare lessons and watch the children when they go home. How can they spend so much time with them, so the responsible ones can see at most nine o’clock, and the irresponsible ones can directly sign the roll. The work is handed over to the students, who come to see it every day and then leave.

Unfortunately, Zhou Ze, who was in the former category, pretended to spread out a crumpled exercise book in front of him, looked up at the podium after writing two words, and prayed that the old woman would disappear from his eyes soon.

Since he paid the 10,000+ school selection fee, his father has been whispering in his ears every day, asking him to change his mind and study hard so as not to disappoint his painstaking efforts.

"Do you know how many relationships I entrusted and how many laughs I lost in order to get you into the attached high school, just your Principal Zou, he started laughing as soon as he heard your high school entrance examination results...I couldn't lift my head from laughing."

"It's not that I have to go to the attached middle school." He was not interested in studying in the first place, "What kind of principal, he is just an old man with an eye for money."

"If you can't even pass the third-rate general high school entrance examination, if you don't enter the middle school attached to the relationship, can you go to a rubbish technical secondary school, and then you can't hold your head up for the rest of your life?"

"I can't get into college anyway, what's the difference?"

He listened to these clichés in one ear and out the other, slept in class every day, copied his homework, and turned on the computer to play games until one or two o'clock when he got home.

Didn't his father try to set a password for the computer, unplug the network cable and other means, but after a few battles of wits and courage, he finally couldn't bear it and kicked him to the school. He only gave [-] living expenses a week, and he only paid for food. Soso, I am determined to make him stop and study hard.

After living in the school for half a year, he was really tired of the narrow and hard single bed and the fat man who shared the same bed who snores every night. If he had to choose, he would definitely not choose to live in the school.

The female teacher saw that the time was almost up, she simply sorted out the lesson plans, and stood up, "Peng Yang, come up and watch, I'll go back first."

A short man with a pot-covered head came up with his homework, and whispered in a thin voice to the students who were about to move around to be quiet.

Zhou Zezheng, whose heart had already flown to a certain Internet cafe, curled his lips, pushed away the exercise book full of ghostly symbols, and stood up abruptly.

Peng Yang glanced at him timidly, but in the end he didn't say anything and watched him leave the study room swaggeringly.

He deftly avoided the grade director and went downstairs. After leaving the teaching building, he suddenly accelerated and ran towards the playground.

Going through the gate is easy to attract attention. To get out, he can only climb over the wall. As for where is the best way to turn, yesterday he noticed that a few street lights were broken, which just formed a natural vacuum area. As long as he can reach it successfully, he will not Caught by a teacher patrolling the playground.

But there is one disadvantage of this, that is, he has the problem of night blindness, and he is no different from a blind man without the light, so he has to be careful when going.

Relying on the memory of stepping on it during the day, he moved here furtively, groped for a long time, found a foothold, and stepped on it to jump up.

Blessed by the darkness, the flashlight on the other side of the playground failed to reach him for a long time. He climbed to the top of the wall, turned his head carefully, and slowly found another foothold. Suddenly, he lost his balance and slid down. for a while.

"Fuck, it's really dangerous." Fortunately, he clasped a slit in time with his hand, so that his butt did not fall into eight petals.

He moved down little by little, and when he reached a safe height, he let go and jumped down. Seeing victory in front of him, he was kicked on his knee as soon as his toes touched the ground, and then he cut his arm back while he was staggering. Pressed firmly against the rough brick wall.

His head hit the wall with a bang, and the pain made his eyes stare, "**** Mom."

His muddled brain barely figured out what happened, and his first reaction was to look back and see who dared to murder him.

Then a plastic bag was put on his head—the kind of cheap black plastic bag used to cover the trash can in the class, and the smell was terrible.

The worst thing is that this person is afraid of him

He was suffocated and had two holes poked in the bag.

"Fuck, what the hell are you doing...it hurts!"

As soon as he was in the middle of swearing, his back was pinched with a knee, which forced him to twist the second half of the sentence into a howling like a pig.

"You try to hit me again?! Fuck, are you tired of working? Beat me to death if you have the ability!"

The person behind him still didn't say a word—if there was any change, it should be that he struck harder.

"Fuck... Take it easy, take it easy, damn I want you to take it easy, didn't you hear that?!"

Zhou Zezheng was beaten until he was crying like a wolf, how could he still have the arrogance and arrogance of the daytime.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me, I'm going to kill you... I beg you, just let me go, I'm really going to die, and you won't be able to handle it if I die, right?"

Even though he lowered his face to beg for mercy, the only response he got was fists that got heavier each time.

This time it is really dead.

He, Zhou Zezheng, was so domineering all his life, how could he have capsized the boat in the gutter.

·

The one who pushed Zhou Zezheng against the wall and beat him violently was none other than Jiang Shou who was almost knocked to the ground by him this morning.

Old and new grudges welled up in his heart, Jiang Shou used both hands and feet, beating Zhou Zezheng from crazily yelling to not saying a word, and finally leaning against the wall motionless and gasping for breath.

"You... you can kill me, I..."

Although he deliberately avoided the vital points of the head and abdomen, he was still a little flustered seeing Zhou Zezheng's appearance.

He just wanted to teach this person a lesson, and he didn't want to really lose his future.

"..."

He tentatively relaxed a little, and seeing Zhou Zezheng struggling immediately, he quickly pressed it back.

Zhou Zezheng has too many insidious tricks, and he really can't relax for a moment.

Do you want to fight again?Jiang Shou couldn't tell what kind of mood she was in at the moment, there was joy after revenge and panic of not knowing how to end it.

Zhou Ze, whose scheme was seen through, screamed ghostly over there, and he was so distracted that he didn't notice the footsteps behind him.

"Okay, if you continue to fight, something will happen."

The unexpected visitor hugged his neck and whispered softly in his ear.

Even so, he could still recognize whose voice it was.

He was so surprised that he even forgot that he couldn't speak, and subconsciously wanted to call this person's name, but just as his lips parted, warm fingers pressed against them.

"Shh, don't make a sound."

Zhuo Shuang covered his mouth, pulled him away from Zhou Zezheng with irresistible strength, and then kicked Zhou Zezheng's vest, so that Zhou Zezheng couldn't get up for a long time.

Zhou Zezheng curled up with half of his body in pain, slumped on the ground and gasped like a dead dog, and he was still persistently trying to tear off the plastic bag on his head to see if it was that damned bastard who dared to touch him.

"Damn it, wait until I see you clearly..."

At this moment, he forgot that he was night-blind, and he didn't have much sharpness in his hands, but he was cursing and swearing all kinds of bad words in turn.

"What are you waiting for? Run."

Seeing that the fragile plastic bag was about to be torn off by Zhou Zezheng, Zhuo Shuang took his hand and ran wildly.

Zhuo Shuang ran so fast that he was dragged from behind until his hands were almost broken before he could barely keep up.

Fortunately, Zhuo Shuang immediately realized this and slowed down a little.

"Is this all right?"

"Ah."

"What do you mean? But if I slow down, I can't do it. How about I run behind your back?"

"No."

It's too embarrassing to be carried away from the scene after a fight.

The scorching temperature was transmitted from the small piece of skin held by Zhuo Shuang. He closed his eyes, the wind whistling in his ears, and the hazy light from afar penetrated through his eyelids, dispelling the thick, thick skin.

The inextricable darkness has turned into a patchwork of colorful colors.

Back in the bright neighborhood, Zhuo Shuang looked back to make sure that Zhou Zezheng hadn't caught up, then turned to look at Jiang Shou who was still panting, "Okay, I'll take you home."

Jiang Shou supported his knee with one hand, and he didn't raise his head for a long time - the excessive adrenaline made his heart beat like a drum, beating his fragile eardrum again and again.

"Here, wipe off your sweat."

Zhuo Shuang handed over a tissue, and only then did he notice that he was sweating a lot.

"I can go back myself..." he said weakly.

"Where is there a bus at this point?" Zhuo Shuang raised his eyebrows, "Are you planning to walk back?"

"I can take a taxi."

Zhuo Shuang made a stop gesture, telling him to stop making excuses, "What's the difference between taking a taxi and taking my family's car, and it can save you some money."

"...I'm not short of money."

He tried to justify.

Zhuo Shuang snorted coldly, "If you don't lack money, you eat in the cafeteria?"

Topic ends.

Jiang Choi opened his mouth, letting Zhuo Shuang pull him to take another two steps forward.

There was only a black BMW left on the side of the road that was usually full of private cars. Zhuo Shuang went over and apologized to the middle-aged man in the driver's seat, "I've been waiting for a long time, Uncle Li."

"What did you do?" Uncle Li looked past him and landed on Jiang Shou who was behind him, "This is...?"

Zhuo Shuang didn't bother to explain so much, "Send this little classmate home first."

Uncle Li, who knows his temperament well, nodded, "Okay, tell me the address later."

"boarding."

In order to prevent a certain little classmate from running away, Zhuo Shuang opened the car door and watched him get in first, and then herself.

After getting in the car, Zhuo Shuang didn't say a word, just lowered her head and concentrated on playing with her mobile phone.

"Little classmate, where do you live?" Uncle Li opened the navigation, "It's so late, your family must be very anxious."

Having reached this point, Jiang Shou, who had no other choice, said in a low voice, "Zhuyuan District, Zhenxin Road."

"That's pretty close."

Uncle Li's car drives very steadily, which is completely different from the bumpy bus.

Jiang Shou looked at the scenery outside the window aimlessly, it was almost ten o'clock after coming and going, and the avenues that were usually blocked as in the late stage of intestinal obstruction were unimpeded.

"Don't think too much, I'm not standing up for you."

After an unknown amount of time, Zhuo Shuang put away her phone and said abruptly, "You have no idea how many people are unhappy with Zhou Zezheng, a mentally handicapped thing."

"Ah?" Jiang Shou turned around and stared at him blankly.

Yue Mo felt that his appearance was cute and silly, not at all like a ruthless character who blocked people in dark alleys and beat him up, so Zhuo Shuang stretched out his hand to pinch him.

"...I know." Jiang Shou avoided his unruly right hand and said in a low voice, "There are only two kinds of people in this world, one is Zhou Zezheng's dog leg, and the other is normal people who don't like him .”

Zhuo Shuang was stunned for a while, and couldn't help smiling, with a pleasant smile in her voice, "I find that you are really mean when you are mean."

mean?Jiangchou pursed her lips and said nothing more.

"Don't be unhappy." Zhuo Shuang raised her eyelids lazily, "I quite like you."

This time it was Jiang Shou's turn to be stunned, "I'm not unhappy."

"Do you want to drive in?" At the gate of Zhuyuan Community, Uncle Li interjected at the right time.

"It's fine here, thank you."

How could Jiang Shou continue to bother him, and fled out of this small confined space in a hurry.

"Jiang Shou, nothing will happen."

He turned his head, and Zhuo Shuang got out of the car with him.

"I won't let you have trouble, so don't worry... Forget it, I don't worry about it in vain. How can a cold killer like you not be able to sleep at night."

Zhuo Shuang came over and explained

Wrap your own scarf around his neck.

The dim yellow light of the street lamps shrouded them, casting a fluffy halo on them.

"No need... what are you doing?" The scarf was still warm from Zhuo Shuang's body, Jiang Shou looked up at him, not understanding why he did this.

In fact, Zhuo Shuang didn't know it himself, he just wanted to do it all of a sudden.

"Remember to return it to me tomorrow. Well, go back quickly, if you don't go back, your family should be anxious."

They don't worry about me.Jiang Shou didn't say these words, but met Zhuo Shuang's bright eyes that seemed to be shining, and said in a mysterious way, "...see you tomorrow."

Zhuo Shuang curled her lips, this smile made Jiang Shou's heart tremble, "Okay, see you tomorrow."