Chapter 3
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean it. Are you okay?"
Chu Zhongyuan rubbed his wrist, as if it was stabbed when he fell just now. Seeing this, Gu Qingming hurriedly apologized.
At the same time, he stepped forward and helped the boy pick up the debris hidden in the dark night. When he looked closely, he found that it was an ingeniously made paper figure.
Gu Qingming was stunned. Has this gentleman become such a legend?
He suppressed his doubts and continued to help silently. Because of the special packaging, not much of the stuff in the bag spilled out. Chu Zhongyuan and Gu Qingming cleaned up the stuff that fell on the ground in a few moves.
After seeing the other person's face up close, Gu Qingming finally understood why this man had the courage to have such an illegal hairstyle.
Because this guy has good looks, the shoulder-length black hair that would look out of place on others looks unrestrained and uninhibited on him. His pair of narrow, black and gray eyes are clear and bright, and he glances at them with a bit of nonchalance. Coupled with his tall and straight thin figure, even if he has a colorful "Shamatte" hairstyle, he can definitely charm a bunch of girls who will flock to him and hand him love letters.
No, to be more precise, it should be boys and girls. After all, the East C District passed relevant laws and regulations to legalize same-sex marriage decades ago.
"It's okay, it's not a big deal, you don't have to take it to heart."
Chu Zhongyuan's voice was bright, clear and charming. He had a good voice. He shook his head and didn't seem to care at all. His overly polite attitude was a little beyond Gu Qingming's expectations.
Isn't this quite approachable? It doesn't match the rebelliousness in the rumors.
Gu Qingming was thinking randomly.
It is true that rumors cannot be trusted, and making up rumors without any basis is the most abominable.
Gu Qingming silently felt sorry for Chu Zhongyuan's bad reputation.
Chu Zhongyuan patted his sleeves, not paying attention to the other party's daze. He seemed to have something urgent to do, so he picked up his things and wanted to leave, but the moment he took a step, he paused, his eyes fixed on a figure on the northwest path.
Gu Qingming followed Chu Zhongyuan's gaze and looked over - through the gap in the green belt at the corner, he could just see a middle-aged man rushing towards them in two or three steps.
It was the director of the second grade of Lantai No. 1 Middle School, who had the power of life and death over the holiday arrangements for all the second grade students. He was the teacher Zhang Yiwei who, as Ho Hung said, played chase games with Chu Zhongyuan in the school every day!
Gu Qingming immediately understood why Chu Zhongyuan was stuck there.
"Wait, um - classmate, since we are both unlucky students from Lantai No. 1 Middle School, can you help me?"
Chu Zhongyuan took a few steps back and looked back at Qingming. He changed his polite and distant attitude and smiled flatteringly.
"What's the matter?"
Gu Qingming had roughly guessed Chu Zhongyuan's intention, and was still surprised that this grade legend actually had such a personality.
"I, I climbed over the wall to buy something and was discovered by Emperor Zhang again. You can tell him later that I ran towards the third grade of Huiti Building. Thank you, brother! I will never forget your kindness."
After saying that, Chu Zhongyuan, carrying a bag of things on his back, quickly climbed up the sturdy tung tree in the green belt near the dormitory building under Gu Qingming's stunned gaze.
This move is so neat... He is worthy of being a legend in the class who has been fighting with Zhang Yiwei for many years.
Gu Qingming was stunned and had no time to think about anything else. The next second after Chu Zhongyuan disappeared in the tree, Zhang Yiwei, who looked a little embarrassed, had already rushed to the corner. Gu Qingming had no choice but to quickly stuff the phone in his hand into the sleeve of his black and white school uniform, which was like a pocket, and started pretending to be a good student A passing by.
Zhang Yiwei looked at Gu Qingming. He still had some impression of Gu Qingming, the new student who had just transferred in at noon. Excellent students with good academic performance generally had privileges with teachers. The dean's expression couldn't help but ease slightly.
"Classmate, did you see a boy with long hair just now?"
When Zhang Yiwei asked, his expression was serious, as if Chu Zhongyuan was not running away with the miscellaneous candles and other sundries bought from outside, but was holding the jar of Zhang Yiwei's private money and was about to go and tell his wife the news.
"Ah, it seems that there was indeed a student with long hair who ran to the Huiti Building just now, Head Teacher."
Gu Qingming tried hard to make himself look natural.
"Yeah?"
Zhang Yiwei looked at him hesitantly, then his eyes moved around and swept across the place where Chu Zhongyuan was hiding.
Gu Qingming and Chu Zhongyuan who was hiding in the tree held their breath at the same time.
Zhang Yiwei looked around. The tall trees in the green belt were lush and leafy, and they looked even more lush and green after being washed by the rain.
The remaining rain dripped from the branches and leaves, soaking Zhang Yiwei's coat.
"...Okay, I get it. It's so late, classmate, you should hurry back to the dormitory."
Zhang Yiwei was surprised and didn't say anything. It seemed that Gu Qingming's superb acting skills and the character of a good student who doesn't lie successfully deceived him. He just asked Gu Qingming a few words and walked quickly towards the Huiti Building.
"Come down, brother! Director Zhang has left——"
Watching Zhang Yiwei's figure disappear in the distance, Gu Qingming hurriedly ran to the tung tree and shouted to Chu Zhongyuan, trying his best to control his voice so as not to attract the attention of people in the distance.
"OK——"
Chu Zhongyuan easily took the ball from the irregular surface of the tung tree and got down to a place closer to the ground in a few steps. Seeing this, Gu Qingming quickly reached out to help take the big bag from his hand.
After Chu Zhongyuan freed his hands, he grabbed the outward-slanting branches of the tung tree, jumped lightly, and swung down lightly.
If someone else were here now, they would probably shout and exclaim in amazement at Chu Zhongyuan's graceful skills.
Unfortunately, the person standing here now is Gu Qingming.
Gu Qingming was trained by his mother since he was a child, or rather, "beaten" by his mother in the name of sparring.
"Thank you, Brother Gu, for giving me a new life!" Chu Zhongyuan narrowed his willow-leaf eyes, smiled, and casually put his arm around Gu Qingming's shoulders.
"You're welcome. It's just a small favor."
Gu Qingming looked at Chu Zhongyuan with a helpless expression, whose body movements were even more exaggerated than He Song's.
When faced with rules and regulations, teenagers in high school always want to break through them, such as the cumbersome school rules and regulations. They are not afraid of the unknown, nor the endless future, but only want to run forward and break through all barriers, pure and happy.
Chu Zhongyuan finally had some free time at this time, so he observed the brother who had helped him a lot: the boy was probably a little shorter than himself, with a pair of extremely clear dark brown eyes, and the thick black framed glasses in front of his eyes and the slightly drooped corners of his eyes made him look more clean and elegant. At first glance, he looked like the kind of well-behaved boy who was very popular with teachers.
Chu Zhongyuan roughly defined in his mind this brother who came to his rescue in times of difficulty.
“You are…”
Gu Qingming couldn't help it after all and interrupted Chu Zhongyuan's distraction. His eyes were fixed on Chu Zhongyuan's bag - there were layers of paper figures and red and white candles.
I had thought that candles and the like were things Chu Zhongyuan was going to use for his labor class or props for club activities, but when I looked closely, there were too many of them. What's more... these paper figures and candles were of different types, as if they were bought by different people from different specialty stores and put together piecemeal.
"Ah, isn't the placement test coming up soon? There's a fortune-changing ritual going on in the campus that's quite popular. My roommates and I are thinking about changing our luck before the test... Do you understand?"
Chu Zhongyuan smiled awkwardly.
He had played too crazy during the summer vacation. Even a talented player like him who just liked to create show effects felt insecure. He and his roommates had to rely on the recently popular luck-changing ritual to increase their confidence.
"I understand. I understand."
Gu Qingming nodded with empathy. Recently, there is indeed a fortune-changing ritual that has been circulated in the 1,000-person group of the second grade of Lantai No. 1 High School. In addition, the second high school placement test that determines the fate of the students has not yet been announced, and many people want to make up for the shortcomings of the high school entrance examination through this test - to transfer to the two pure science key classes after the placement test. The popularity of the fortune-changing ritual is naturally high.
Actually...to be honest, if he hadn't encountered so many strange things recently, he would also like to give it a try.
"Hey, you're from next door?"
Chu Zhongyuan soon discovered a new world. He raised his eyebrows at Gu Qingming's name tag and changed the subject.
And it fits his name quite well, one is Zhongyuan and one is Qingming, plus that guy Zheng Qiuji, it seems that Lantai No. 1 Middle School is going to gather all three major ghost festivals to summon SSR.
"Yes, I'm from Class 7." Gu Qingming pushed his black-framed glasses that were about to fall off and replied.
"What a coincidence, you are the new transfer student to Class 7?"
Chu Zhongyuan seemed to have heard of the transfer student from the next class before, and his expression was surprised.
Gu Qingming nodded.
The next second, Chu Zhongyuan, like a puppet with a switch turned on, excitedly put his arm around Gu Qingming's shoulders.
"Are you used to the new environment? Xiao Ming, we hit it off right away. We've been together through thick and thin. Let me teach you a few tricks to deal with a certain Zhang Tianwang. Believe me, you'll definitely need the experience of these experienced people in Lantai No. 1 Middle School—"
Gu Qingming wanted to laugh when he heard this, and pretended to feel pity for Director Zhang in his heart. On the surface, he nodded and said "um" and "ah", but in fact he was listening very seriously.
As expected, every school rule determines how the students deal with it.
But the name of classmate Xiao Ming... Chu Zhongyuan is really... very familiar.
Gu Qingming couldn't correct it and could only shake his head helplessly.
The place where the two men collided was very close to the gate of the dormitory building. Chu Zhongyuan and Gu Qingming had been chatting for a few minutes and had just shared the first few of the ninety-nine ways to irritate Director Zhang when the gate of the dormitory building was already in sight.
Chu Zhongyuan had no choice but to reluctantly promise to explain the remaining dozens of methods to Gu Qingming next time.
After saying goodbye to Chu Zhongyuan, Gu Qingming returned to the "dormitory" in a good mood. Because the room prepared by Lu Ze for Gu Qingming had not been cleaned yet, Gu Qingming sensibly negotiated with Director Zhang and planned to stay overnight in the school and return to Lu Ze's house tomorrow to pack up.
Although Zhang Yiwei looked serious and scary, he was surprisingly reasonable. With a wave of his hand, he allowed Gu Qingming to enjoy the luxury of a private room for one person in the grocery room on the fifth floor tonight.
Although it is called a storage room, the room is actually very clean. In addition to the standard desk and bed frame, there is also a huge bookcase, which is enough to store one's things.
Gu Qingming had just put down his schoolbag when something that definitely shouldn't be here appeared in the schoolbag, ending his good mood in chatting with Chu Zhongyuan.
A notebook.
A haunted notebook.
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