002/Qiliu
Yingzhou admitted that after hearing Zhou Mingzhe's words, he felt as cold as falling into an ice cellar.
He does care about the college entrance examination, and getting into a good school is his best way out now.
What's more, the school also promised hundreds of thousands of scholarships, which related to whether he would use work-study in college.
With Zhou Mingzhe's level of knowledge, he had probably been planning this plan for a long time.
But soon, Yingzhou raised the corner of his mouth: "It seems you are quite sure? What do you want me to do?"
"Hey, let me tell you." Zhou Mingzhe put one hand on the edge of the dining table, and put the other hand on Ying Zhou's shoulder. The shadow he cast cast a shadow on Ying Zhou, " We are roommates after all, and you haven’t been back to the dormitory for more than two years. Why don’t you come back and live here last month?”
Yingzhou and Zhou Mingzhe didn't deal with each other from the beginning.
In addition to being unwilling to copy answers to Zhou Mingzhe, there was another old incident. This is why Yingzhou would rather go home than live in the dormitory.
Zhou Mingzhe once lost something in his dormitory. In a private middle school, there were only two people in a dormitory.
What's more, Yingzhou's family background is not good. Schools wear uniforms, but the uniforms do not include shoes or schoolbags.
The protagonist of the rumor is often the last to know that he or she has been falsely rumored.
By the time Yingzhou heard about it, the news of his stealing had spread all over the class.
Yingzhou's textbook was thrown to the ground, and there were still a few shoe prints.
He picked it up with a frown, and Zhou Mingzhe's shoes stepped on the back of his hand.
——"The thing you took is very expensive, can you return it to me?" He heard Zhou Mingzhe say.
But there was no surveillance in the dormitory, so Yingzhou couldn't prove himself.
However, when Zhou Mingzhe returned home, he found that he had just forgotten something at home. However, he remained silent and did not clarify.
envy? upset? regret?
Zhou Mingzhe didn't want to admit such emotions.
Then continue to slander Yingzhou. It is always easier to hurt others than to hurt yourself. Repeat it so many times that you start to believe it.
…………
Yingzhou held a chopstick and gave it a sharp stab.
The steel chopsticks passed through Zhou Mingzhe's fingers with great force.
Zhou Mingzhe withdrew his hand almost subconsciously, and after a while he realized that he had given up on Ying Zhou again.
His face became particularly ugly.
But this is far from the end.
Yingzhou stood up.
He is not short, at least he is taller than Zhou Mingzhe. Therefore, the moment you look down and look down is particularly oppressive.
There was no smile on Yingzhou's face: "The tuition at Heying Middle School is expensive. More than half of the students have to study abroad. Their scores in the college entrance examination have never been very good. The principal is still waiting for me to win the provincial top prize. I will do this. Tell him. You go and report it, and I will see if your family has a strong background in the Department of Education, or if the school has a stronger background."
"Oh, one more thing. Now that cheating is discovered, will another person's grades still count? Do you think it will be me who hates you more, or he who hates you more?"
Zhou Mingzhe probably didn't expect that Yingzhou could be so confident even after being caught with pigtails, and the smile on his face suddenly seemed particularly far-fetched.
Yingzhou crossed his arms in front of his chest and raised his eyebrows: "Can you get out of the way?"
This is a very obvious defensive and alert posture. His body language wasn't as confident as he said.
After all, he didn't know the principal well at all.
Yingzhou controlled his urge to say more, lest anyone find out that he was fierce on the outside but weak on the inside.
Zhou Mingzhe stood there, looking like he didn't want to get out of the way. The face of a young man is a very strange thing, and some people can even go so far as to stab someone with a knife for it.
Fortunately, Yingzhou didn't worry about it for too long.
Because suddenly someone picked up Zhou Mingzhe's back collar and lifted him up violently.
Very high. Yingzhou glanced. At least 1.9 meters tall, with slightly curly hair, and a very young and heroic face. The tail of the other person's hair showed obvious red under the light, and the exposed canines looked like vampire fangs.
Zhou Mingzhe often mingled with young people outside school. Yingzhou didn't think too much, picked up his schoolbag, looked away, and hurried out.
"Fuck you!" Zhou Mingzhe was caught off guard, his feet lifted off the ground, and his elbows instinctively pushed back.
He felt his arm hit a hardened iron plate.
Xun Yu slammed Zhou Mingzhe to the ground with her backhand, kicked her, and then shouted towards the back of the figure who had walked to the door of the cafeteria: "Tai Sui——!"
His voice was very shrill, even a little strangely broken.
Xun Yu did not wait for Ying Zhou to look back.
The crowd who reacted gathered around Xun Yu.
"What are you doing! Someone is hitting someone!"
There was a lot of movement here, and many pairs of eyes looked over.
The aunt serving food in the cafeteria yelled for the security guard.
Xun Yu wanted to push away the crowd, but was grabbed by the arm. The teacher who was eating in the cafeteria angrily yelled: "Which class are you in? Why aren't you wearing school uniform! Follow me to the office!"
Yuan Wenxin lowered his eyes and whispered: "Stupid. If you die for too long, your brain will be damaged."
Xun Yu was an employee of the Superpower Bureau during his lifetime; it was he who pursued clues and withstood pressure to rescue Yingzhou from the underground hospital.
After waking up, Yingzhou was extremely wary and completely lost his social nature. So Xun Yu would turn into a big black dog and stay by his side quietly.
That might have been Tai Sui's last peaceful moment before his death.
After Xun Yu died, she was called "Anubis", a Class A scourge. A black dog that brings decay and death.
Yuan Wenxin felt that he might have guessed something wrong.
Of course Tai Sui can put his hands in his trouser pockets and love no one, but he can't be so indifferent to Anubis and even show no reaction when they meet again.
After all, Xun Yu died twice to win Zhou.
Apparently, they were reborn, but Yingzhou was not.
*
Ying Zhou arrived at the classroom on time at seven o'clock in the morning.
The first class started at 8:20, and there were not many people in the classroom.
The college entrance examination countdown next to the blackboard reads "30", but apparently not many people care. The boys in the front row lower their heads and play games, while the elegantly dressed female students in the back row gather together, talking and laughing in twos and threes.
The girl who paid Yingzhou to do her homework was called Lin Xinrui. She was very beautiful, studied arts and sports, and was quite popular in the class.
When Yingzhou passed by, he put his homework beside her desk without saying a word.
Lin Xinrui put away her homework and said with a crooked look, "Thank you! Yingzhou."
The back row is a private area for international students and art and sports students.
Yingzhou's desk is in the middle. He pulled out his chair and sat down. The chatter from behind kept ringing in his ears.
"The teacher doesn't care about your homework, yet you still pay someone to write it."
"No, it's just not appropriate not to hand in homework."
"You don't like him, do you? Yingzhou is quite good-looking, but you used to practice piano outside, so maybe you didn't know that he stole..."
The voice gradually became quieter.
Yingzhou focused on the physics question in front of him.
These questions were not difficult for Ying Zhou. The class teacher told him to remember to write two more steps when answering questions in the college entrance examination to avoid being deducted for step points.
Yingzhou is just trying to isolate the outside world in this way.
Normally, at 7:30, the head teacher would come to the classroom to watch over the students during their self-study. But today I came a little late. It was not until eight o'clock that I walked into the classroom with a strange face.
"Hello, classmates, this is a new student transferred from Hua'an No. 1 Middle School, named Yuan Wenxin." The class teacher's introduction was very brief, "He has participated in the IMO competition (International Mathematical Olympiad) before, and won a gold medal."
Hua'an No. 1 Middle School is in the provincial capital next door, a full 400 kilometers away from City A.
In the back row, someone booed and asked, "How much did the principal spend? You can find people now!"
The classroom suddenly burst into laughter.
The head teacher was a little embarrassed and obviously didn't know how to answer.
In fact, Yuan Wenxin did not change his school status. After all, he had registered for the college entrance examination. He just came to Heying Middle School to study. The Yuan family has been powerful for three generations, and it's hard for the principal to refuse.
Yuan Wenxin has very fair skin and a face that stands out like a landscape painting. Although she is wearing a school uniform, her temperament is incompatible with the students around her.
"Hello everyone, my name is Yuan Wenxin. I am 18 years old." He smiled and said, "I hope that in the remaining month, I can get along happily with my classmates. I am not in good health and have asthma. Sometimes I cough loudly, please give me more Bear with me.”
There was sparse applause below.
Yingzhou raised his head and glanced, then continued to do physics problems without having anything to do with himself.
He could feel Yuan Wenxin passing by him and then stopping at the desk next to him.
"Hello." Yuan Wenxin pulled out his chair and sat down, "Ying Zhou."
Yingzhou turned his head, glanced at Yuan Wenxin, and said calmly: "There is someone where you are sitting."
That's Zhou Mingzhe's seat.
It's just that Zhou Mingzhe hasn't come to the classroom yet. Yingzhou guessed that it was related to the person who suddenly appeared in the cafeteria.
Yuan Wenxin kept a smile on his face: "I know, I did it on purpose."
This sentence does not sound very friendly.
Zhou Mingzhe's family background is already out of reach for ordinary people, but in Yuan Wenxin's view, he is just a family businessman. I have some money, but not much. I can barely qualify to sit at the end when eating.
Before he came, someone called Zhou Mingzhe's father.
As long as Zhou Mingzhe's mind is right, he will not fall out with him.
Yuan Wenxin said: "Classmate Yingzhou, can you add your WeChat ID?"
The school does not accept mobile phones, and Yingzhou's mobile phone is in the desk drawer, but he subconsciously replied: "Sorry, the phone is out of battery."
Ying Zhou felt that there were a lot of weirdos today, and they all seemed to be related to Zhou Mingzhe.
I don't know who Zhou Mingzhe provoked outside.
Yuan Wenxin smiled without forcing it.
Yingzhou's thoughts wandered for a moment and returned to the physics problem in front of him.
The teaching aid materials I took out an hour ago have now reached page 7.
The college entrance examination is only one month away, and the teacher will not teach when he comes to the classroom, but will only urge students to study by themselves.
Yingzhou was writing for a lesson in physics, and the pen he was holding stopped when the bell rang.
During the break, some people got up to move around, some talked to their friends, and there was more noise around them.
Lin Xinrui's voice came from behind: "It's strange, the weather forecast says it's sunny today. Why does it look like it's going to rain?"
The sky was dark, and a dark shadow shrouded the sky.
In May, it shouldn’t be too cold. The temperature dropped suddenly, and the wind was chilly.
Yingzhou frowned, closed the teaching materials, and looked at the cover for half a minute before turning his head and saying, "Classmate, are you okay?"
His attention was always on the topic, but the eyes from next door were too focused and passionate.
Yuan Wenxin lay on the table and looked at him for the entire class with her head sideways.
Inexplicable, like a psycho.
Yuan Wenxin: "Yes."
He took out his phone, shook it, and then typed on the keyboard.
Ying Zhou was silent for a moment, took out his phone and unlocked it.
The system showed that he had received a new friend application.
Yingzhou chose to pass.
Yuan Wenxin: Have you heard of the "Uncanny Realm"?
Yingzhou was stunned: What?
Yuanwenxin: a closed field formed by the resurgence of strange creatures
Yuan Wenxin: Although the time is not right. But I seem to smell something dirty
Yingzhou didn't have time to ask.
The world went dark in an instant, and dark clouds swallowed up all the skylight at this moment.
Playgrounds, corridors, classrooms. Everyone became restless, and there was an uproar all around.
"What's going on? There's a power outage?"
"Damn it, who's at the door? Turn on the light!"
"Click."
The lights were on one after another. It was obviously morning, but the whole school seemed to be studying in the evening.
A male classmate opened the window and raised his cell phone to take pictures: "Is this a solar eclipse?"
Yingzhou smelled a strange smell.
He had to walk through a long garbage alley to get home.
There is a meat market near Yingzhou's house. Some vendors are too lazy to clean up the residue and dump the garbage into a small alley.
Every summer, the smell in the alley is particularly unpleasant. There are even white maggots crawling on the stone pavement.
Yingzhou's sense of smell has not become dull due to habit. He has been particularly sensitive to this smell since he was a child.
The smell of rotting meat is the worst.
At this time, the air was filled with this faint rancid smell.
The head teacher hurried over from the office and shouted: "Don't panic, sit down first. Don't crowd around in the corridor, go back to the classroom - be careful of stepping on it!"
He walked into the classroom with an anxious face. Under the light, the head teacher's shadow was very long.
Yingzhou subconsciously felt something was wrong.
The light source is above the head. Can the overhead light draw out such a long silhouette?
The head teacher stood on the podium: "Don't panic, everyone, sit down first. It's not a big deal, just a solar eclipse. The teacher has seen it several times when he was a child."
The slender figure on the ground moved.
It struggled and stood up from the ground, reflected on the wall like a tenacious vine.
This shadow came to the head teacher's side in the blink of an eye.
Yingzhou's pupils suddenly narrowed.
The students in the first row screamed: "Teacher Zhao! Behind you!"
"What?" The head teacher turned his head blankly.
The shadow on the wall stretched out his arms, holding the head teacher's face on one side and the other on the right.
"Crack."
It took the first bite.
There was an obvious tooth mark on the head teacher.
It's like a piece of liqueur chocolate that has been bitten, and the filling mixed with sugar water flows out.
The stuffing is white and the juice is red.
When people are extremely frightened, they can only tremble and make no sound.
There was the sound of chewing in the classroom, like a lion lazily biting an antelope.
There was no other sound.
