Chapter 35: The Double-Faced Classmate of the Academic Master

Song Jiazhu stayed in the kitchen for a little too long, but Lin Zhi didn't look back or urge her.

To break the distance between a person and the world, not only slightly tough measures are needed, but also warmth, and most importantly, blank time.

This mission called redemption is not a one-man show. He weaves the web with his heart, not out of mercy or showing off his skills.

Footsteps were heard behind him, and Song Jiazhu walked to the dining table with porridge in his hand.

Due to limited space, the restaurant is relatively small. The dining table is not big. One side is against the wall and the other side is against the refrigerator, so it can only accommodate two seats.

Song Jiazhu smelled a spicy smell, which came from the spicy hot pot that Lin Zhi was eating.

The smell is a bit pungent, and for someone like him who can't eat spicy food, the taste is even more stimulating.

Song Jiazhu couldn't help but frown slightly because of the bright red chili oil in Lin Zhi's bowl.

Lin Zhi specially ordered spicy and numbing food because the original owner could eat it. He himself was not a big fan of spicy food, but he just wanted to leave a few more spicy traces in Song Jiazhu's life.

Lin Zhi looked at Song Jiazhu drinking porridge slowly with a spoon and couldn't help but ask, "Is that how you eat it?"

Song Jiazhu responded in sign language: Added sugar.

The curtains in the living room were drawn. Although it was still afternoon, the light was very poor on a windy and rainy day, making the light appear gray and dull.

Song Jiazhu lowered his eyes and continued to eat quietly.

The mute boy who couldn't speak gave people the feeling of a dead vine on a cloudy day. The dim shadows cast by the cold branches were filled with a pale atmosphere, isolating himself from the world.

But there was steam rising from the opposite side, and the food gave off a stimulating aroma that could not be ignored. It was an eye-catching and even dazzling red. The person sitting next to him laughed while looking at the content on his phone, breaking the silence in the room and also staining the gray and white with color.

The well-cared-for pot of Spinach was placed on the table in the living room. It was full of green, and the red on the edges of the leaves was particularly bright.

Song Jiazhu wanted to ask Lin Zhi why she came to his house, but then he felt that the answer was not important.

He had eaten half of the porridge in his bowl when he suddenly saw Lin Zhi next to him looking at her phone with a slightly changed expression. He hurriedly swapped their food.

Song Jiazhu looked a little confused. The spicy smell of the food in front of him seemed to restore some function to his blocked nasal cavity. He looked at Lin Zhi dimly, but Lin Zhi ignored him and smiled at her phone.

"Mom, I'm not home. I'm at my classmate's house."

Lin Zhi was wearing a Bluetooth headset and talking to her mother on the other end. She quickly flipped her phone over to prove what she said to her mother.

"It was raining outside, so we had dinner a little late."

Song Jiazhu couldn't hear what the person on the other end of the phone was saying. He could only infer their conversation from Lin Zhi's words, and roughly guessed why Lin Zhi swapped their food.

The food was too spicy so Song Jiazhu had no desire to try it, not to mention that the food had been touched by Lin Zhi.

Song Jiazhu sat patiently, his eyes wandering aimlessly on the table, waiting for Lin Zhi to hang up the phone before continuing to eat.

"It's not just plain porridge. This porridge is sweetened with sugar."

Lin Zhi scooped a spoonful with a spoon and showed it seriously to her mother on the other end of the phone.

The video call from the original owner's mother was very sudden and was not in Lin Zhi's plan. However, the fact that he was not sick but Song Jiazhu was sick was beyond his plan, so he immediately responded accordingly.

Even if there was spicy hotpot in front of him, the original owner's mother would not say anything. At most, she would remind him to eat less of this kind of thing, not to eat too spicy food, and to pay attention to his stomach. Lin Zhi certainly had his own purpose in changing the food.

The boy chatted with his mother while putting the food into his mouth naturally.

The soft and glutinous white porridge mixed with a faint sweetness spreads between the lips and teeth.

Lin Zhi commented: "Mom, you can try it. It actually tastes pretty good. It mainly depends on the quality of the rice."

Lin Zhi scooped another spoonful and bit the edge of the white porcelain spoon, as if she was concentrating on listening to the person on the other side talking.

When Lin Zhi put the food into his mouth for the first time, Song Jiazhu's head buzzed and he remained in a somewhat stiff posture, with some shame and anger.

How could Lin Zhi just eat his food and use the cutlery he had used?

Song Jiazhu stared at the porcelain spoon between Lin Zhi's lips. Her lips were rosy as she held it. Only then did Song Jiazhu notice that Lin Zhi had a pair of lips that naturally curled up even when she was not smiling.

Song Jiazhu's lips were tightly pursed, and her dark eyes were gloomy.

"Got it. You and daddy should take care of your health. Bye."

Lin Zhi stirred the porridge in the bowl unconsciously as he spoke, said his farewell words, put down his phone, and made a gesture of relief.

"My mother doesn't allow me to eat these," Lin Zhi shrugged slightly at Song Jiazhu and explained the reason. He took his food back but did not push the bowl of porridge back. He looked at Song Jiazhu and said, "Go get another bowl. It tastes okay with some sugar."

Then Lin Zhi touched his lips with some concern and said, "You won't infect me, will you?"

He stated the facts, but to Song Jiazhu it sounded ambiguous and harsh.

Song Jiazhu moved the chair back a little, and the chair legs made a friction sound against the floor, which strongly expressed his mood.

Song Jiazhu served another bowl of porridge. This time he didn't add sugar. He finished the tasteless porridge in the kitchen. He couldn't help but use more force when closing the lid of the rice cooker.

The boy's troubles are silent and so quiet that he himself has not even noticed them. He can only get a glimpse of them from the fragments of his life.

Song Jiazhu washed the dishes and watched Lin Zhi continue to sign in language.

——Don’t do this next time.

Whether it's entering his house, feeding him medicine, cooking porridge for him, or directly using things he has used, don't do this next time.

Since having a strange entanglement with Lin Zhi, Song Jiazhu didn't know how many times he had said this.

Lin Zhi replied casually: "I know."

But he didn't say what he knew specifically, and Song Jiazhu didn't ask.

Song Jiazhu returned to his room. Although he couldn't go to the bookstore today, he still had many books to read and many exercises to do.

Lin Zhi has always been casual in his house. In the past, after tutoring, Song Jiazhu would go back to his room and never care what Lin Zhi was doing in the living room. But today, while sitting at the desk, he was a little distracted.

He pulled open the curtains that Lin Zhi had closed, looked at the world outside the window through the hazy glass, and his attention unconsciously went to the bedroom door.

But it was very quiet outside and no sound could be heard.

He looked towards the bottom of his bed, then looked away.

The wind outside gradually died down and even the rain became lighter.

Song Jiazhu looked at the time and thought the rain would probably stop before evening.

Perhaps it was a sequelae of a cold and fever, Song Jiazhu finished drinking all the water in the room, but his throat was still dry.

He just went out to get some water, Song Jiazhu thought.

It's strange, this is obviously his home, why is he so hesitant?

Song Jiazhu opened the bedroom door and saw Lin Zhi sitting on the sofa with his cell phone on the coffee table, gesturing at something.

Song Jiazhu closed the door gently again, holding the cup in his hand, his mind a little empty.

In fact, I didn't think about anything, I just didn't want to disturb anything.

01 Report the actions of the task object truthfully and hum happily in Lin Zhi's brain.

01: [Host, the mission target must be very touched. I feel that dawn is in sight again. 】

It can always trust the host!

Lin Zhi watched the sign language teacher’s video and chuckled: [Moved? Maybe a little bit. 】

Lin Zhi felt that according to Song Jiazhu's personality, this action was not entirely out of emotion. Although he said that he learned a little sign language because he disliked Song Jiazhu's slow handwriting, Song Jiazhu would not be so narcissistic as to think that he learned it for him.

Perhaps it is more of an avoidance of the unknown attitude, fearing that a scene he does not want to see will occur, such as he will ridicule and laugh at him, or he may simply get angry and stop learning sign language, or he may pull him and ask him to teach him sign language, so just don't bother him.

The young man's thoughts are like rain, and it is impossible to find which cloud they came from.

Lin Zhi did not stay in Song Jiazhu's house for long. After the rain stopped, she left with an umbrella.

When Song Jiazhu came out of the room again, Lin Zhi was no longer in the living room.

He even took away the food waste after he had eaten. If it weren't for the paper towels in the trash can and the white porridge in the rice cooker representing his traces, it would have seemed as if he had never been there.

Song Jiazhu took a look at the sofa cover and thought that he had planned to take it down and wash it today, but the current weather was not suitable for drying it in the sun.

It's another Monday. Unlike yesterday's rainy day, the sun was very bright in the morning. The temperature was not too high, but it was hot and humid, making people feel stuffy.

This is the characteristic of autumn in this city, with sudden changes in temperature, sudden drops and rises, which is unpredictable.

Fortunately, this situation will not last too long, at most a week, indicating that autumn has arrived.

The head teacher reminded everyone in class to keep warm recently and not to seek coolness just because the sun is out, so as to avoid getting sick.

The water dispensers in the class are basically kept powered on except in the summer because more people are getting hot water due to temperature changes.

If there are a lot of people, you need to queue up, and some people simply ask others to help them get water.

He Yuqing carried the water cups of her two friends over, and when she passed by Lin Zhi's table, she picked up Lin Zhi's cup as well.

Lin Zhi quickly said: "I can do it myself..."

He kept his character in mind and didn't speak loudly.

"It's okay, we're all friends, I'm just passing by anyway."

He Yuqing smiled and shook the cup in her hand, just like a wholesaler.

"Thank you, I'll help you guys next time when I'm free."

He smiled so shyly that everyone believed it.

Song Jiazhu looked at him, lowered her eyes to look at the book on the table, her eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her face.

The sky was sunny in the morning, but it became cloudy in the afternoon. There was a faint sign that it was going to rain, but no raindrops fell.

In such weather, the second physical education class in the afternoon was cancelled and replaced by math class.

"Everyone, take out the weekly test papers you took yesterday morning."

The math teacher didn't bring his own test paper or answers, so he simply took Song Jiazhu's test paper.

As the favorite student of all the teachers, he was extremely talented in learning and deserved to be called a genius of learning, especially in mathematics. In the eyes of the teachers, his papers were no different from the standard answers.

The math teacher whispered, "Share it with your deskmate."

After the teacher finished speaking, he walked up to the podium, took out a piece of chalk, and knocked on the blackboard to get everyone's attention.

Lin Zhi spread the test papers between his and Song Jiazhu's desks, and moved the chair towards Song Jiazhu.

On a dry autumn day, Song Jiazhu smelled a faint sweet fragrance on Lin Zhi's body. It was different from the mixed fragrance he had that day when he was drunk. It was very pure, like a fine and dense net.