Gao Caiqin looked at the one-day class schedule written on the right edge of the blackboard. The last class this afternoon was Teacher Qin's Chinese class. She had to go to Teacher Qin's office before this class and told her in advance that she would ask for leave again today. .
She imagined the conversation that might take place later—did something happen at home again? If you have any difficulties, you should talk to the teacher. Don't keep it in your heart. When something happens, don't blame the teacher for not paying attention.
Whenever something happened that she didn't want to do, she would think about the possible next scenario over and over in her mind. This didn't make her feel any better, but made her more anxious. Sometimes, the thoughts in my mind are out of control, and I can't control my mouth that wants to eat snacks or my hands that click on the next page on the screen. Human beings often lose control, as if that brain, those hands, and those feet are not yours.
She walked slowly to the door of the teacher's office, stood not far away and looked inside. Coincidentally, a teacher was about to enter the door at this time. When he saw the girl wandering at the door, he subconsciously called her.
Gao Caiqin was like a frightened rabbit, about to jump up reflexively. Qin Nanzhu turned around when he heard the noise, and his eyes met her panicked eyes.
Gao Caiqin could no longer hide. She moved closer to Qin Nanzhu step by step and whispered, "Teacher Qin, wait a minute... I want to ask for leave."
What surprised her was that Qin Nanzhu didn't have any big reaction, and said with a slight "hmm": "I understand."
After getting permission, Gao Caiqin left the office as if running away.
She didn't know why she was so afraid of facing her teacher.
Since Lin Xuerou's accident, the retired teaching director Huang Yang also disappeared. It seems that from that time on, Teacher Qin seemed to have changed.
Although I can't say how much I like this teacher, she used to be warm and kind, and she would make a few jokes with her classmates from time to time. In addition, the age difference with these students is not too big, so I can play and talk with them on weekdays. But now, she seemed to have stepped out of the freezer, exuding a vague air of air-conditioning. No matter whether she was a naughty and unruly prick or a well-behaved and studious top student, she treated them equally.
"It's so annoying, what does it have to do with me!" People actually don't have that many worries themselves, but they habitually take other people's worries onto themselves. It would be much easier if they were willing to let go of these burdens.
Students have student worries, and teachers have teacher worries. Seeing you frown might make me feel better, but it won't solve my problem.
She returned to the classroom and started packing her things. The looks from the classmates around her made her feel unhappy, as if she was going to do something shady next. In the small grid set up with rules and regulations, everyone must be neat and tidy and abide by the rules. When the background music of radio gymnastics shouting the password sounds, you can move non-standardly, you can paddle, you can pretend, but you can't just stand there motionless. You can be seen at a glance from the condescending rostrum, and the students swaying their legs and arms around you will stare at you strangely. Even so, the movements of their hands will not stop.
Why are you different from us?
Gao Caiqin put aside his scrutinizing eyes and walked out of the school gate.
The aftermath of the car bombing at the south gate of the school is still lingering. Some teachers and students still dare not pass by here, preferring to go further away and use other entrances and exits. But Gao Caiqin seemed to be fascinated by this place. She took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, greedily smelling the faint smell of gasoline and gunpowder floating in the air.
This feeling made her feel strange and sinful. If someone could see into her heart at this time, they would probably think that she was even more perverted than the murderer who committed this murder. In such a murderous crime scene, she secretly carried out dark psychological activities like a drug addict.
Just as she was immersed in her own world, a breathless voice from behind suddenly interrupted her emotions.
"Hey! Isn't this our good student Gao Caiqin?"
"What a good student? She is just average in the class." The person who said this was Chen Weiwei from the class next to her. The boy who just spoke was one of the people who blocked her in the laboratory last time, Hu Zhaoyuan.
The two of them were wandering on the snack street near the school when they accidentally caught a glimpse of Gao Caiqin at the school gate. They were like a cat seeing a mouse, and their spirits instantly lifted.
When Gao Caiqin saw the two of them, he turned around and walked away as if he was seeing the god of plague. But Hu Zhaoyuan, with quick eyes and quick hands, came around from the other side and blocked her way.
"What's your attitude? You want to run away as soon as you see us?" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pushed her shoulder. Gao Caiqin staggered back a few steps. She pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, praying in her heart that they would stop playing when they had enough, so that they could let her go as soon as possible.
But she had vastly underestimated how boring they would be.
"It's only what time, are you planning to skip class? It seems like you are not a good student."
"You're not planning to join us, are you? But don't even think about Brother Fang. I offended him last time and I haven't settled the score with you yet!"
"Did this bitch curse us last time?" Hu Zhaoyuan suddenly grabbed Gao Caiqin's hair, forcing her to raise her head.
"Let me go!" Gao Caiqin couldn't bear it anymore and struggled hard, but the more painful she screamed, the happier the man behind her laughed.
Suddenly, Hu Zhaoyuan yelled "Ouch". It turned out that Gao Caiqin's hand reached behind his back and scratched randomly, and his long nails scratched a red mark on the back of his hand.
"You bitch!" As he said this, Hu Zhaoyuan kicked Gao Caiqin in the knee. She fell to the ground unexpectedly and her palms suddenly rubbed against the rough cement floor, and blood immediately poured out. .
At this time, Hu Zhaoyuan suddenly walked up to her, squatted down slowly, put his sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked face next to Gao Caiqin's drooped head, and said with a smile: "Well, if you have money, you can put it away today." Pass you."
Chen Weiwei also stepped forward, kicked her legs gently, and said contemptuously: "How can she still have money? You don't know, her father, like Lin Xuerou's father, has also become a dead ghost!"
"Really?" Hu Zhaoyuan said excitedly as if he had discovered a new world: "What? Are dead dads popular in your school recently? If I had known this, I would have come here to study, so that my useless dad who only knows how to drink and curse people all day long would be better off Die! Even if you refuse to give me money, you ask me to go out to buy things and you still ask me to use my own money. It is simply unacceptable!
"Isn't your father the one who was cursed to death by you?" Hu Zhaoyuan laughed like a duck, and Chen Weiwei laughed too.
Perhaps it was Hu Zhaoyuan's words that made her laugh inexplicably. Chen Weiwei was laughing so hard that she couldn't catch her breath.
"Ouch, I'm really going to laugh to death! Hahaha...haha..." Chen Weiwei laughed so hard that her face turned red and she couldn't straighten up.
Gao Caiqin slowly clenched his fists, his nails digging into the flesh and wounds.
It's strange how addictive pain can be. As she thought this, she dug her nails into the wound on her palm and watched the blood droplets seep out from it. The surrounding neurons were beating sharply, and a tremor flowed through her body like an electric current.
She stood up silently, turned her back, and walked forward step by step. The two of them didn't catch up anymore, it seemed they had had enough fun.
"Chen Weiwei, is it funny? It's funny. Then just laugh. It's best to use all your strength to laugh. By the end of the laugh, you won't even have the strength to breathe. How about laughing until you die? This is a good idea. How to die?"
"Hu Zhaoyuan, do you still remember how you should die? Cut off your neck and head! Your ugly monkey-like head makes people feel sick just by looking at it! It's better to throw it away early, then all the pain in the world will be gone , separation between life and death, unrequited requests, unrequited love, I will never bother you again!"
Is your head full of worries? It’s easy to cut off your head!
