like electricity

9.

When they were parting under the streetlights in the neighborhood, Zhuo Shuang's words "it will be fine" were like a reassurance, suppressing all Jiang Shou's worries.

There is no reason for this trust, but as long as he thinks of Zhuo Shuang's determined eyes when he speaks, it is difficult for him to feel a trace of worry.

Could this be a bad thing?He didn't know, he only knew that Zhuo Shuang was the only one who would treat him like this after he had lived for 15 years.

It was too difficult to refuse, even if this person was called Zhuo Shuang, this kind of warmth that he had never experienced before would be difficult to completely eradicate once he got a little bit of it.

He slept soundly that night, and he didn't even find his usual grotesque nightmares.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, he opened his eyes and got up on time. When he got out of bed, his eyes were dark for a moment.

On the back of the chair, besides the school uniform jacket, there was also the plaid scarf that didn't belong to him—it wasn't the expensive cashmere that a family like his could afford.

It's Zhuo Shuang's body temperature...

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, covering those complicated emotions.

After a while, he suddenly came back to his senses, carefully folded the scarf and put it in the separate interlayer of the schoolbag, preparing to return it to its owner at school.

After getting dressed and making sure that he didn't forget any books, he took his schoolbag and went outside to wash up. By chance, he had a face-to-face meeting with a man who came out of another bedroom.

Xie Shun used to work as a driver in a state-owned enterprise. Later, he saw that the income was not good and there was no room for improvement, so he used his savings for so many years to start a business. After several years of losses, he has just improved a little, otherwise he would not have agreed to raise one at home. outsider.

Remembering his mother's instructions all along, he bit the bullet and greeted the man, "Morning thank you, Uncle."

The fat man narrowed his eyes and nodded calmly, "Okay."

For Jiang Choi, being treated as a transparent person is commonplace, such a response means that Xie Shun is in a good mood today, and he is willing to condescendingly give him a few words.

The house is relatively small, with only one bathroom. In order not to waste Xie Shun's time, Jiang Shou washed his face as quickly as possible, then picked up the schoolbag on the table and went out, hurriedly walking into the last night before dawn.

There were many empty seats on the 209 road of the morning bus. He leaned against the window and took a nap for a while, but did not fall asleep. After getting off the bus, he stopped by the school cafeteria on the way, and it was exactly seven o'clock when he arrived at class.

Just like yesterday, as soon as he sat down, there was someone beside him before he even opened his schoolbag.

"what would you like?"

He looked helplessly at the big man with a fawning face, "There will be a monthly exam next month, so you..."

"I know, I know, I will study hard." Wei Zhixun rubbed his hands, "Not too much, just lend me some English. I did it myself, but I don't understand it. I want to check the answer with you. .”

My English score is also average.But Jiang Shou didn't say those words, she took out the newspaper from her school bag and handed it over.

"I'll buy you breakfast after class?"

Wei Zhixun did it himself, but the cloze next to it was all empty, waiting for his answer.

Jiang Shou touched the two steamed buns that were still warm in the side pocket of her schoolbag, and said in a muffled voice, "No, I bought it."

"Then do you drink milk? My mother stuffed me with a can of milk before going out in the morning. I told her she didn't want to drink and she insisted."

"casual."

Wei Zhixun looked at the cloze answer with a glance, and also glanced at the door by the way, to beware of the patrolling grade director coming in suddenly.

"Don't worry about it, I'll watch it for you."

"Little classmate, I used to think that you were cold-faced and cold-hearted and difficult to get along with. Now I know how wrong I am. You are electricity, you are light, you are an angel in the world, and brother Zhuo is shameless." It's just practice."

I am not for you.Jiang Shou stared at the door while gnawing on the steamed stuffed bun, hoping that someone would show up soon.

However, contrary to expectations, Zhuo Shuang arrived much later than usual.

It seems that I entered the classroom with the bell for morning reading.

"Yesterday..." Jiang Shou was interrupted after she started.

"Slow down, wait for me to slow down, I'm so sleepy that I can't open my eyes." Zhuo Shuang made a pause gesture, took a sip from the Starbucks cup in his hand, "Tsk, I forgot to add sugar, what did I say?" I can’t remember every time, so next time I’ll go buy it myself.”

Morning self-study is the class teacher's time, Jiangchou held his stomach and wanted to talk to him, but he couldn't find a chance to speak under Ms. Li's piercing eyes like a hawk.

Pass the note?Thinking of the consequences of the last time the note was discovered, Jiang Shou felt a little pain in his stomach.

More importantly, he didn't think Ms. Li was half as talkative as Lao Cao, and if he was found out, it would be tantamount to telling Ms. Li that they beat up the students in other classes last night.

Finally holding back until the end of the first class, Jiang Shou finally found time to talk to Zhuo Shuang about the follow-up plan of last night's incident, who knew that Wei Zhixun, a regular customer in the back row, came again.

Wei Zhixun held his hands in the shape of a cylinder, put them on his lips, and yelled out loudly, "Outside the number, outside the number one. Now it's the time for Lao Wei's news broadcast, and I'll broadcast the latest gossip and entertainment for you."

Jiang Shou, who was interrupted twice, couldn't even get angry. Wei Zhixun waved his hand and surrounded him with Zhuo Shuang, acting as mysterious as an underground gangster, "I heard that Zhou Zezheng didn't come today. Attend class."

"Oh? Why didn't he come to class? Don't be beaten for doing too many bad things at night."

As one of the chief culprits that prevented Zhou Zezheng from going to school, Zhuo Shuang pretended to be real.

Wei Zhixun rolled his eyes at him, "My brother, if you didn't say those nonsense in the group yesterday, I would have believed it. Be honest, what did you do to that mental retardation yesterday?"

It's one thing for them to talk nonsense without reason in the group, but it's another thing for Zhou Zezheng to be beaten so hard that he can't come to school.

group?Thinking of last night when Zhuo Shuang got into the car and started to play with her mobile phone, Jiang Miao intuited that she had missed some very important details.

"What's the matter?"

Wei Zhixun misunderstood the meaning of his words, "What can I do, I was beaten up. What is retribution, this is it! I hope every bitch can wait for their own justice..."

"I know he was beaten." Jiang Shou interrupted him impatiently.

"How...how did you know?"

Wei Zhixun opened his mouth wide, it looked like he could stuff two eggs.He wanted to say, little classmate, you look cold and indifferent, you never thought you were more gossip than me, but Jiang Shou's next sentence directly made his jaw drop.

"I did, why didn't I know?"

·

The combination of "Zhou Zezheng didn't come to school this morning" and "Zhou Zezheng was beaten last night" is like throwing a pebble into a deep lake. Only the surface is calm, but the bottom is turbulent waves.

This kind of vicious violence occurred on the third day of school. Many people secretly speculated that even if it was a problematic student like Zhou Zezheng who was beaten, the school would definitely not let it go lightly in order to make an example of others.

The calm before the storm lasted until the first class in the afternoon. In the middle of the English class, the English teacher was about to wake up and read the text, when suddenly there was a knock on the door of the classroom, and a man with short curly hair came in together. head.

"Mr. Gan, I'm sorry, I have something to interrupt."

Teacher Li, the teacher in charge, glanced around for a week and landed on Zhuo Shuang in the back row.

"Zhuo Shuang, come with me."

The eyes of the whole class suddenly focused on Zhuo Shuang.

Zhuo Shuang pushed aside the chair and stood up, flirtatiously not forgetting to bring her school uniform jacket before leaving.

In the second half of the class, Jiang Shou was absent-minded in class, and when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, people in the class swarmed over and surrounded his seat, all wanting to find out what happened.

"Could it be that Brother Zhuo really beat the retarded man? Impossible, Brother Zhuo stopped fighting a long time ago, and he was still trying to persuade us in the group yesterday

Proceed with caution. "

Fu Heng scratched his head, but he didn't see his deskmate beside him was speechless.

Jiang Shou, who had a headache because of what they said and said, stood up abruptly.

Maybe it was because his expression was too serious, or maybe the farce of "making friends" that day was too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the others subconsciously made a way for him.

Especially Wang Xuan, who is afraid of chaos in the world, almost writes the words "watching a good show" on his face.

Jiang Chou was stopped by someone within two steps.

He raised his eyes and found that it was Wei Zhixun, "What are you doing?"

Wei Zhixun scratched his head and asked anxiously, "You...what are you going to do?"

His tone sounded a little flustered—ever since he knew he was the one who hit Zhou Zezheng and Wei Zhixun, he was afraid that he would hit himself too if he turned into a bad tempered brother.

"I'll go find him."

Wei Zhixun was stunned because he didn't expect this development, "Huh? Little classmate, I know you're worried about Brother Zhuo, but..."

"Get out of the way, I'm going to find him." Jiang Shou was a little annoyed.

He was the one who beat the person, but Zhuo Shuang was the one who was called out, so it can only prove one thing, that is, Zhou Zezheng recognized Zhuo Shuang's voice.

"You believe Brother Zhuo, Brother Zhuo will be fine..."

He suddenly realized that when Zhuo Shuang comforted him last night, he said "you will be fine" instead of "we will be fine".

Does this mean that Zhuo Shuang had expected this development a long time ago—after all, the one who didn't say a word from the beginning to the end was that he was not Zhuo Shuang.

The attached high school has always severely punished fights, if something happened to Zhuo Shuang...he didn't dare to think about the consequences.

"Step aside……"

Before he finished speaking, another person entered the classroom.

The one who came back was a middle-aged man in a bright orange down jacket. His hair was thick enough to look down on a group of middle-aged male teachers who were in a hurry.

He is Tang Zhenning, the feared teaching director of the attached middle school, nicknamed Tang Laogou.

"Who is Jiang Sorrow?"

Before Wei Zhixun could react, Jiang Shou raised his hand and answered his question, "I am."

The middle-aged man waved to him, "Come with me."

Before leaving, Wei Zhixun mouthed a few times at him, and he could barely make out the words "seek more blessings for yourself".

Walking beside Director Tang, with the principle of not allowing Zhuo Shuang to take the blame for him, Jiang Shou opened his mouth to confess and be lenient, "Director Tang, I..."

"Don't be pressured, we came to you because we want to confirm something, and let you point it out by the way."

What he said made Jiang worry confused.

Confirm what, identify what?Didn't he come to ask him, the real murderer, Xingshi for his crime?

The teaching office was full of people, basically all the teachers who had no class in the first and second grades came to watch the fun, and by the way, you complained about some of the bad deeds of some of the students.

"Go in." Director Tang put his hand on his shoulder and pushed it gently.

The teaching office was full of people, and most of them were acquaintances, such as Zhuo Shuang who had disappeared for half a class and looked at the ceiling with his hands in his pockets, such as Xie Yaoyao with a cold face, or the ashen-faced one with a piece of gauze on his face Zhou Zezheng.

A small boy who couldn't be named, a few dog legs that he had vaguely seen somewhere, Jiangchou looked along to the end of the crowd, and found an unexpected character, who claimed to have lost 200 yuan during the military training. The guy with the money.

Encounter Road is narrow, the boy buried his head in his chest the moment he saw him, for fear of making eye contact with him.

Looking at the teaching office, which was full of water, the first thought that popped into Jiang Shou's mind was that there are quite a few people here, enough to make up two or three mahjongs.

As for why it took so much effort to get them all here...

"Okay, everyone is here." Director Tang clapped his hands, "There are a lot of things to do, let's spend some time

Tell the time clearly, Zhuo Shuang, let me start with you. "