Yes or no?

361.

How should I spend my five-day vacation? I'll return my eraser first, rest for two days on the island, and then return to Wulin City. My rental house is very close to the Sanfu District, and there are many shopping malls, places that island kids yearn for. Internet cafes are also plentiful. With the development of technology, so has the speed of information dissemination. Chat rooms and forums seem to be becoming a thing of the past. Young people are more interested in playing games, while fighting for parking spaces and stealing vegetables from farms are more popular. A few times during class breaks, I went to Cheng Yuan's office and saw images of him planting vegetables on his computer screen. Black soil needs to be topped up? It seems. It's been so long, I'm sorry I forgot the specific details.

Cheng Yuan was our high school homeroom teacher, and he loved comparing me to Qiu Yang. I couldn't catch up with Qiu Yang's grades now, and the situation was completely different from when we were in junior high.

"Those in the arts and physical education class all scored better than you. How can you hold your head high?"

"How many Chinese classes do you have a week? Others only have two, and they scored 140 on the test."

"Pei Xuzhen, what are you thinking about?"

"Invite your parents. I would like to invite your parents, but I heard that you don't have any."

"Don't frown. Are those words too harsh? I'm doing this for your own good."

......

362.

What goes in one ear and out the other is also a kind of talent. What you hear may not necessarily be heard. Sometimes I hear it, and it breaks my heart. I'd rather just be at the bottom. If your grades drop, the teacher will ask you to reflect, hoping you'll improve or get your overall score higher. But if you're at the bottom, it's a different story; the teacher will give up on you.

I was no longer popular with the teachers, but Qiu Yang started to become popular. The teachers all thought he was incredibly talented, and there were also students with high scores in the arts and physical education classes, so there was no need to worry about recruiting the next class.

And I, who used to be the best at math, filled in my name and student number and handed in my blank answer sheet.

363.

The "Wu Shi Pai" card reminds me of this concept again. Perhaps confusion is the true emptiness.

364.

With two days left in my vacation, I went to a mall in the dog days' area. After grabbing a quick bite, I went to the arcade next door. I teamed up with a very young child and gave him the game tickets that spewed out of the machine. He happily took a bunch of them and went to the counter to redeem them for prizes, dolls.

"Brother, will you come here next week?" he asked me.

I didn't know him and shouldn't have made any promises to him, but his smile was so cute. He clearly wouldn't come again, but I said I would.

365.

In the reflection of the game console's glass, I saw my senior again. He'd run away last time, but this time he was approaching me again. Perhaps he'd noticed his eraser was missing. Without looking back, I waited for him to approach, step by step.

"Senior." I said.

"Why don't you go to class?" He asked me in a low voice behind me.

"I can go to class, but you can't follow me all the time."

He stopped talking. I was about to go back to the rental house when he followed me silently. Red light, yellow light, green light, zebra crossing. First floor, second floor, all the way to the seventh floor. Before closing the door, I looked at him and asked,

"Are you sick too?"

"No."

"Then why don't you go to class?"

"You're not at school."

"It doesn't matter where I am, just stop following me."

"I can't."

"Then why are you following me?"

When asked the crucial question, he wouldn't answer. I observed his silence, unable to divine his intentions. He looked very much like me in the past: fair skin, long bangs, head bowed. Only he had a few faint freckles, which I didn't have.

366.

Suddenly I want to know what color his eyes are.

367.

"Do you like me?" I asked.

"Yes," he said.

"Then listen to me and stop following me."

"I can't do it." He spoke in a lower and lower voice.

"If you don't listen to me, how can you prove that you like me?" Anyway, I used to listen to Xu Dongdong a lot.

He stopped talking, and I sighed and said, "Stop sending those weird text messages because it's giving me a headache." He said I should take some medicine for a headache.

Here comes another one that doesn't make sense.

368.

I wanted to close the door, but he suddenly blocked it and almost pinched his hand. I was a little convinced and simply didn't close the door, saying,

"How about you stay here and I move somewhere else?"

He shook his head.

"Since when have you been following me?"

He still didn't speak.

"Junior high school?" The first, second, or third year?

Shake your head.

"Last September?"

I nodded. We reported to the first year of high school in September last year and were in military training. It was probably at that time.

"How long do you want to follow?"

"I want to talk to you." He suddenly spoke, but his answer was irrelevant to the question.

"If I talk to you, you won't text me anymore?"

Nodded again.

"Go back, I'm going to bed soon."

He didn't leave, he said.

"good evening."

I find that in this world, there are always conversations I can't figure out, always problems I can't figure out. I want to push him out the door, but I don't want to have any physical contact with him. I sighed and said, "Good night." He nodded and left.

369.

After he left, I texted him to ask the question I had missed.

Me: How do you write your name?

He: An Jin.

This ember.

370.

I returned to school to see my homeroom teacher to report for leave. Coming out of the office, I ran into Qiu Yang. I pulled him aside in the hallway to question him. He was surprised because I rarely approached him to talk.

"What for?" Qiu Yang asked.

"I want to ask you about someone."

"Now you remember me." He raised an eyebrow.

"A sophomore, and vice president of the student union."

"I don't know him, do you?"

I thought about it and said,

"I don't know him."

Just as I turned around to go back to class, he pulled me again. It's true that when you're annoyed to a certain extent, you no longer feel annoyed.

"Are you going home this weekend?"

"No." I shook off his hand on my shoulder.

"Why?"

"Wherever Xu Jiaheng is, there I am."

"Are you sick?"

"I don't have what you have." You are better.

We felt like we were about to argue again, and we sighed at the same time. Then, he went to the office, and I returned to the classroom. From my seat, I looked toward the door and saw An Jin pretend to walk by several times. I was a little speechless, but I wanted to laugh.

371.

After school in the afternoon, I took out my cell phone and sent a text message to Qiu Yang.

Me: I heard that there are a lot of people chasing you.

He replied immediately, probably not running.

Exploding Dog: Not bad.

Exploding Dog: What's up? You wanna join?

Me: Problem.

Exploding Dog: What’s wrong?

Me: Is there anyone following you?

Exploding Dog: I don’t have that, do you have it?

Me: It seems so.

Me: It seems not.

Exploding Dog: Yes or No?

I looked up at An Jin's figure outside the classroom window.

I have.

Exploding Dog: How come I don’t know?

Exploding Dog: You don’t know what to do now?

Me: Yes.

FryDog: See you at the track and field.

Me: Are you running?

Me: Can you reply to text messages while running???

Exploding Dog: I’m not running with my hands.

Exploding Dog: We have to go to self-study at 7 o’clock, hurry up.

Me: Wait for me.

372.

I was also forced to run.