Chapter 33 The Double-Faced Classmate of the Academic Master
Although it is hot during the day in October in this city, it is a bit cool at night.
Lin Zhi stood on the side of the road, still half drunk, staring at the sky with an empty mind.
There were a few people nearby who wanted to strike up a conversation, but when Lin Zhi finished the call and stopped the phone page on the emergency call page, they just watched from a distance.
The sky is full of stars tonight, but the moon is not visible.
Lin Zhi withdrew his gaze from the sky. This was a rare moment of mental relaxation for him.
He didn't have to do anything, just wait for Song Jiazhu to come.
He didn't have to think about any complicated plans, or think about business and money, because this was a campus world, and he would be able to complete his mission after the college entrance exam, without having to worry about how to make money.
There are no expectations to bear and no responsibilities to take on.
Lin Zhi opened his hands and looked at the lines on his palms. After looking for a while, his gaze slowly moved upwards, looking at the small mole on his wrist, as if he was looking at the distant past.
Under the dim street lights, the girl's figure seemed a little lonely.
This was the scene Song Jiazhu saw when he arrived and he got out of the car immediately.
Because the distance was far, Song Jiazhu took an online taxi and could pay directly on his mobile phone without speaking.
Song Jiazhu walked up to Lin Zhi and took a closer look at his face to make sure he had found the right person, then ordered a new online taxi.
He couldn't speak and couldn't get Lin Zhi's address, so he could only take Lin Zhi back to his home first.
What made him feel a little relieved was that Lin Zhi did not get drunk and go crazy, making the situation out of control.
He patted Lin Zhi's shoulder. Lin Zhi narrowed his eyes, held his face and looked at him carefully, then smiled and leaned on him.
"Song Jiazhu, you're here."
Lin Zhi's face had a drunken blush, and the glitter on his eyes made him as beautiful and bright as the stars in the night sky.
Lin Zhi looked very strange in this state. He was not like the one in school uniform or even the one without disguise during tutoring. Instead, he looked like another person that Song Jiazhu could not describe, which made him feel a little unnatural.
He took a step back, letting Lin Zhi's hand slide from his face, and supported Lin Zhi's body, but the warmth in Lin Zhi's palm seemed to still be there. He lowered his eyes and did not look at those eyes.
Lin Zhi smelled the scent of laundry detergent on Song Jiazhu, with the warmth of the sun and the freshness of youth, she leaned on him and hummed a tuneless song.
It was not so easy for him to trust someone, but when he thought that Song Jiazhu and Ming Yao were essentially the same person, his body movements inevitably showed a sense of trust.
Song Jiazhu stared at the distance between himself and the driver on his phone, trying his best to resist the urge to shake off the drunk.
The driver arrived and Song Jiazhu got Lin Zhi into the car.
When they arrived, they pulled Lin Zhi out of the car again.
The drunkard was very quiet throughout the whole process. When Song Jiazhu breathed a sigh of relief, he unexpectedly found that Lin Zhi started to become uncooperative again.
"Song Jiazhu, carry me up."
The boy kept shouting his name in a drunken voice, causing Song Jiazhu to cover his mouth immediately.
The soundproofing in the old neighborhood is not very good. Song Jiazhu was worried that the news that someone drunkenly called his name in the middle of the night would spread everywhere tomorrow.
"Hmm."
Lin Zhi was covered and couldn't make any sound. She looked at Song Jiazhu and blinked her misty eyes, looking very innocent.
The sensor lights in the corridor dimmed at this moment. The street lights outside the apartment building had long been broken. Without light, people's vision was temporarily impaired.
At this moment, Song Jiazhu felt the warmth and wetness in his palm.
A tiny electric current seemed to flow under the cortex, and it seemed that even his strength was temporarily lost. Song Jiazhu subconsciously loosened his hands, and his palms seemed to be burned by flames.
"Song Jia..."
He was going to call his name again.
Song Jiazhu gritted his teeth, changed his hand to cover Lin Zhi's lips, and then without giving him any time to react, he carried him on his shoulder and walked forward.
Lin Zhi didn't know what she was wearing. Her calves felt silky smooth. Song Jiazhu held her tightly and ran upstairs to open the door as quickly as possible.
After hastily closing the door, Song Jiazhu planned to put Lin Zhi on the sofa, throw a quilt on him, and go back to the room without paying any more attention to him.
But Lin Zhi hugged him too tightly, and when he threw him onto the sofa, he was inevitably pulled onto the sofa by Lin Zhi's force.
Song Jiazhu was once again exhausted from not being able to speak, and tried to use her eyes to make Lin Zhi let go.
But the drunk man was completely unable to receive his signals and pressed on him again when he tried to get up.
Song Jiazhu sat on the sofa, and the thin boy sat astride him, burying his face in his arms.
He was about to tear the person off of him by force, but he heard Lin Zhi murmur, "Little mute, I miss my parents."
Song Jiazhu's hand paused, and his eyes seemed to be filled with bloody and cruel scenes again. He listened in a daze as Lin Zhi talked about fragments of his life with his parents in a somewhat intermittent and inverted manner.
Because the information provided by the system was limited, Lin Zhi searched for the follow-up of Song Jiazhu's incident after coming through.
Because of the serious circumstances, the criminal who broke into the house, robbed and killed people had already been sentenced to execution by firing squad.
Those who deserved to die have already died, leaving the living with endless pain.
This is the barrier that isolates Song Jiazhu from everyone, and it is also the only place where he can show his soft side.
Even though everyone guessed that Song Jiazhu might be an orphan, many people also felt that Song Jiazhu's parents were very busy and no one knew his past for sure, so Lin Zhi's mention of it would not only not stress him out, but would only make him miss him accordingly.
However, Lin Zhi's goal is not this short-lived warmth, but to leave a deep impression in the heart of the young man who has not seen too much prosperity.
Song Jiazhu sensed something was wrong with Lin Zhi. His voice became slower and slower. The thighs sitting on him rubbed against each other subconsciously a few times, and his hands pulled at his collar.
"It's a bit strange..."
The boy's androgynous face was tinged with boredom. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a small piece of collarbone.
His eyes were confused and troubled, as if he was trying hard to mobilize his rigid thoughts to think.
The hem of the pleated skirt swayed with his movements, bringing the dry and sultry summer.
A strand of the slightly long wig fell on his neck and then fell down as he moved.
"Don't move, little mute."
As if sensing that Song Jiazhu wanted to push him away, Lin Zhi's voice became a little annoyed.
Song Jiazhu stiffened slightly and didn't intend to listen to Lin Zhi. He wanted to get away immediately.
Because he was too close, he could clearly smell the fragrance on Lin Zhi's body, which was sweet and chaotic, and seemed to cast his life into disorder as well.
When he wanted to stand up suddenly and push Lin Zhi away, a hand covered his face and covered his eyes.
"Don't look."
Hearing this trembling voice, Song Jiazhu even thought that Lin Zhi might be crying.
Although his vision was blocked, his mind recalled the physical education class that afternoon and the tears that Lin Zhi shed as she looked at him under the overly bright sunlight.
Song Jiazhu did not push him away again, because he understood that Lin Zhi did not seem to want anything to happen between them, and he seemed to be in a very embarrassing state after getting drunk. In this state that might be embarrassing, he did not want to be noticed by anyone.
He is not interested in him, this psychopath has someone he likes.
Overlapping, rubbing, squeezing, this extremely strange and overly intimate feeling made Song Jiazhu's earlobes slightly red, and his brows furrowed. His hands hanging at his sides unconsciously clenched into fists, trying not to listen or see.
But when I can't see, my hearing seems to have reached an unprecedented level of sharpness.
The night was very quiet, so quiet that Song Jiazhu could only hear Lin Zhi's voice.
The meaningless moments of short and long are like vines that continue to spread and grow wantonly.
Song Jiazhu didn't know why things turned out like this, but his brain seemed to be temporarily offline and unable to think.
The hand covering his face seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, with a tendency to slide down, but it still insisted on covering his eyes.
Song Jiazhu opened her eyes subconsciously and saw his slightly raised neck and closed eyes through the gaps between Lin Zhi's fingers.
Fragile madness, charming demeanor, mixed with other emotions that Song Jiazhu could not describe.
He didn't dare to look again, turned his gaze away, and quickly closed his eyes.
But Lin Zhi's bent legs and swaying skirt had been reflected in his mind for a long time, and the air became stagnant and stuffy, just like the sticky, chaotic, and dry summer that could easily ignite and make people unable to wake up.
The raspberry color of the skirt is bright and deep like running blood.
Song Jiazhu couldn't help but wonder whether Lin Zhi, with her eyes closed, had imagined him as someone else in order to free her mind from this predicament.
He was rarely curious about what kind of person someone like Lin Zhi would like, which made him have to follow her secretly and even have dark fantasies.
Well, just a little curiosity, and it's not important to him.
Song Jiazhu's already closed eyes were closed even tighter by him, in order to suppress the strange sour feeling spreading in his heart.
After an unknown amount of time, Song Jiazhu felt Lin Zhi's hand slipping off his face. He opened his eyes and met Lin Zhi's slightly dazed eyes.
Her cheeks were flushed with red, and her eyes were filled with lazy satisfaction.
He stood up shakily and tried to leave, then he hissed and raised his calf slightly.
His black silk knee-high socks were torn, leaving a long mark, and his fair skin contrasted with the fabric next to him.
"You broke it, you little dumb boy, you have to compensate me."
Lin Zhi looked at Song Jiazhu accusingly. Song Jiazhu looked at the decorative zipper on the edge of his trousers, not sure why this happened.
Song Jiazhu was silent for a while, without looking at Lin Zhi, but just nodded, and then subconsciously used sign language to ask Lin Zhi how much money.
He suddenly realized that Lin Zhi couldn't understand, so he took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to Lin Zhi.
"You can keep it for yourself and use it as tuition for tomorrow's lessons."
Lin Zhi pressed her solar plexus and sat back on Song Jiazhu's sofa.
"It's not easy for me to go back like this, so I'll let you sleep here for one night."
He didn't speak in a negotiating tone. He took off his thick-heeled leather shoes and fell on Song Jiazhu's sofa.
The sofa was not big, but fortunately he had a slender figure and the sofa was big enough to accommodate him.
The raspberry-colored pleated skirt falls naturally, with dots of white on the skirt.
The torn knee-high socks were very conspicuous in the dim light. Song Jiazhu pinched the decoration on the edge of his pants, went into his bedroom, took out a blanket, and covered Lin Zhi with it randomly.
Song Jiazhu returned to the room and closed the door.
Only then did he notice that there was a little stain on his pants. He put the clothes aside with an awkward look and decided to get up early and take a shower tomorrow. Now he had no intention of leaving the bedroom.
Lin Zhi turned over and sat up on the sofa in the living room.
It was not comfortable to sleep in this outfit, and he hadn't removed his makeup yet. If he fell asleep like this, Song Jiazhu would probably see his wig messed up by sleeping tomorrow morning, which would not look good.
Lin Zhi did not go to the bathroom immediately. He knew that Song Jiazhu was still asleep. He carried makeup remover in his bag and was ready.
01In high spirits: [Report! The target of the task just opened his eyes, once! 】
Lin Zhi responded with a smile. He knew that because he controlled the timing of Song Jiazhu's opening of his eyes, if his fingers pressed on a place that made his eyes uncomfortable, he would open his eyes unconsciously.
Just one glance was enough, after all, Song Jiazhu could hear.
Lin Zhi lay back on the sofa and set the smart alarm clock.
Wake me up in two hours. 】
01: [No problem! 】
This sofa is not comfortable to sleep on. After Lin Zhi adjusted for a while, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He had no intention of sneaking into Song Jiazhu's bedroom while he was drunk. That was Song Jiazhu's restricted area, an area that he did not open to the public.
The bedroom door was closed, just like his own door.
During the one-week tutoring, he tried it on the first day, but had no intention of touching it again.
Some things can be forced, some cannot.
Take it slow, don't rush.
Lin Zhi was indeed feeling a little tired. No matter whether he drank alcohol or ate something mildly stimulating, it still helped him feel relaxed and he fell asleep soon after.
At five o'clock in the morning, Song Jiazhu opened his eyes.
The alarm he set hadn't gone off yet, so he turned it off.
The red bloodshot in his eyes proved the quality of his sleep last night. Song Jiazhu pressed the swollen and painful Taiyang Xue and let out a breath.
As he grew older, he rarely dreams. With the help of a doctor, his sleep quality gradually improved. Although he would occasionally recall the past, he was dreamless most of the time.
Last night was the first time he had a dream in the past two months. He dreamed of Lin Zhi's face, that broken yet tough, innocent yet crazy expression, his swaying skirt, his bent legs, and the thin black knee-high socks that he accidentally destroyed.
The difference is that Lin Zhi in the dream did not have her eyes closed and her head raised, revealing a slender neck.
Instead, she looked at him with her eyes open, sometimes with a kind of false innocence that revealed malice, and sometimes with almost clear tears.
If Lin Zhi was really a girl, she would definitely be a beautiful figure in adolescence, but he is a boy, and the complex feeling of rebellion that goes against social rules is so vivid that it is hard to forget.
Song Jiazhu looked at the calendar and crossed out another day in his mind.
Song Jiazhu left the bedroom and passed by the living room and saw the back of Lin Zhi's head, with soft and messy hair.
He paused, feeling something was wrong, and saw the wig Lin Zhi had placed on the table, judging that Lin Zhi had woken up in the middle of the night.
He went to the bathroom and looked at the clothes in the laundry basket, and his mind went blank for nearly five seconds.
Here are all the clothes, including the ruined stockings and underwear... That is to say, Lin Zhi in the living room...
Song Jiazhu immediately left the bathroom and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the curtains were drawn tightly.
If the psychopath Lin Zhi was seen by the people on the other side, he would not want to hear any comments.
He couldn't speak, couldn't explain at all.
After washing and showering, Song Jiazhu came out of the bathroom with wet hair and met the eyes of Lin Zhi who was sitting on the sofa.
A dark blue blanket covered Lin Zhi's collarbone. He walked barefoot on the dark wooden floor. His plain face was free of yesterday's makeup, revealing the soft lines of a young boy.
"It's a good thing you answered the phone, otherwise I wouldn't know who to call."
Lin Zhi said in a brisk voice, with no unusual tone.
Song Jiazhu took a notebook and a pen and wrote to Lin Zhi.
——I won’t answer the call next time, and you’d better not go to that kind of place again.
"Yesterday was my first time going there, because I know you know my secrets, and sometimes I think it's not a bad thing to have my secrets discovered, at least it makes me feel more relaxed sometimes."
Lin Zhi looked at the wig and spoke in a low voice.
He looked very similar to how he looked in school, quiet and harmless.
But when he turned his head, Song Jiazhu knew that the feeling just now was just an illusion.
"It's a good thing you're mute."
The young man said this with a smile. It was a harmless statement, but the relief revealed in it made people feel even colder.
Song Jiazhu is no longer curious about who Lin Zhi likes. She just thinks that the person he likes is very unfortunate.
"Please put some clothes on me, including the one inside."
Lin Zhi's request was natural, and Song Jiazhu resisted the urge to quarrel with him.
Lin Zhi couldn't understand sign language, so it was too troublesome to have the argument by writing or typing. Besides, they couldn't really let Lin Zhi run naked because she had to go to school in an hour.
Song Jiazhu found a set of Lin Zhi's old school uniform from his freshman year of high school. He had grown taller in the past two years and could no longer fit into his old clothes.
As for underwear, Song Jiazhu took out a new one for Lin Zhi and went back to the room for Lin Zhi to change.
Lin Zhi went to the bathroom and changed into Song Jiazhu's old school uniform.
Well, judging from the clothes and yesterday’s feelings, this also made him very satisfied, and even a little troubled.
It's only half past five now, and morning reading at No. 9 Middle School starts at 6:50.
Lin Zhi borrowed Song Jiazhu's laundry detergent and went to the balcony to wash clothes.
Song Jiazhu heard the sound of water, and quickly wrote something on the paper and handed it to Lin Zhi.
"Can't you take it back to your own house and wash it instead of hanging it here with me?"
Lin Zhi read it out word by word, and then answered: "No."
Lin Zhi threw the torn black silk stockings into the trash can and began to wash three pieces of clothing by hand.
Song Jiazhu pursed her lips, obviously unhappy.
"How about this, you don't have to pay for the socks. Just consider it as my drying fee. I'll take them home tonight."
Lin Zhi looked at Song Jiazhu. Song Jiazhu still didn't want to, but he knew that Lin Zhi had made up his mind, so he could only leave with a cold face.
Today is Monday. The homework yesterday afternoon was two test papers. Lin Zhi took out two folded test papers from her small bag and stuffed them into Song Jiazhu's bag.
Song Jiazhu knew yesterday that Lin Zhi had called him on purpose. Now he was even more certain that Lin Zhi had been prepared for this and resisted the urge to take out the test paper.
The schedule remains unchanged, and the second class in the afternoon is physical education.
Song Jiazhu inevitably thought of what happened last week. Only a week had passed, but for some reason he felt as if a long time had passed and there was still so much time left before the midterm exam.
As usual, Lin Zhi ran at a steady pace for the 800 meters and barely made it to the middle of the team.
After the free movement, Song Jiazhu went to the shade to do exercises alone, and Lin Zhi had no intention of following him.
Too much is as bad as too little. The stimulation given last night and this morning was enough. He also prepared something in the evening. There is no need to get close now.
"How come your physical strength has improved? Don't lag behind us anymore."
He Yuqing approached Lin Zhi and handed him a candy.
"I did some aerobic exercise, and my strength seems to have improved a little."
Lin Zhi said softly, following the original owner's habit of not making eye contact with others, and while thanking them, she also shared her snacks.
He Yuqing has two good friends next to her, one is Qiao Yuxi and the other is Wang Ling.
Qiao Yuxi also has short hair and is relatively quiet, while Wang Ling is tall and thin, with long black hair tied into a high ponytail and a fiery personality.
Lin Zhi had observed this during the last run, that among the three people, only He Yuqing had relatively poor physical strength. The other two girls could actually run in the middle, and Wang Ling could even run to the front. But probably because they didn't want their good friend to fall behind, the two of them would always stay beside He Yuqing, and sometimes even lend a hand to lead He Yuqing when running.
Wang Ling took the biscuit and asked Lin Zhi, "Would you like to play table tennis together? We have two groups that can take turns."
He Yuqing wailed, "Please spare me, can we go take a rest? Besides, I haven't solved the problem you asked me before."
In contrast to her physical strength, He Yuqing's grades were better than her two friends' and she was consistently ranked in the top five in the class. Qiao Yuxi was in the upper middle and Wang Ling was in the lower middle.
Qiao Yuxi suggested: "Why don't we save it for the math teacher later?"
He Yuqing: "I went to the office, but the math teacher wasn't there. I can only ask other teachers in the math group. Let Liu Gao go and ask, and we'll sit in on the class!"
Liu Gao is the math class representative, a boy wearing glasses.
Wang Ling looked at Lin Zhi, pursed her lips and said, "Ask the God of Learning."
As a person surrounded by halo and good-looking, most people are curious about Song Jiazhu, but his imperfections and sense of distance make people afraid to approach him easily.
Although there are minor flaws in a perfect jade, the merits outweigh the flaws. For many young girls, Song Jiazhu's imperfections inspire women's maternal instinct and compassion. However, Song Jiazhu likes to be alone and would politely decline any confession with apology, so everyone tacitly agrees not to disturb him.
When He Yuqing and Qiao Yuxi heard Wang Ling's words, they both looked at Lin Zhi, with gossipy gleams in their eyes.
He Yuqing asked curiously, "Yes, Lin Zhi, how come you and the school god have such a good relationship? Is it because you are both relatively quiet? Do your personalities attract each other?"
Nothing can be hidden from the eyes of the masses. Some hardworking students always arrive in class early, so they can discover some things, and these things will spread very quickly in the class.
For example, a few days ago, everyone saw Song Jiazhu coming to school with Lin Zhi’s schoolbag, and also saw Song Jiazhu taking homework from the schoolbag and giving it to Lin Zhi.
Although they had no other communication apart from this, this kind of thing was already very suspicious.
But since no one was familiar with them, no one went up to ask.
Everyone even speculated whether Lin Zhi hired the academic genius to do the homework, but after the class representative who collected the homework identified it, everyone found out that it was not the case.
That means they might be doing homework together, or even living together. In any case, they have a good relationship.
Lin Zhi smiled and said, "We are just desk mates."
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