Chapter 34: The Double-Faced Classmate of the Academic Master
"In fact, you can ask Song Jiazhu yourself. He is actually a very nice person and he will not refuse you if you ask him."
Lin Zhi had no intention of asking for them, not only to maintain the original owner's superficial personality, but also because he did not want to have too obvious negotiations with Song Jiazhu at school.
He wants to passively make others feel that they have a good relationship, rather than actively, so that he can take the lead at all times.
And this is part of the emotional rendering, which can enhance the sense of contrast.
The unknown story happens in the dark, and the dark secrets that are difficult for people to accept are known, but there is no intersection on the surface. How interesting it is.
He Yuqing said eagerly: "Then let's go and give it a try. Let's go together?"
"You guys go ahead, I need to go to the bathroom."
Lin Zhi looked down at the plastic track and said with an apologetic tone.
He Yuqing and the other two waved to him, looked at each other, and found Song Jiazhu's location.
When he heard footsteps, Song Jiazhu subconsciously felt that Lin Zhi was looking for him again.
He looked up and found that there were three girls, led by the English class representative He Yuqing.
"Well... um... we have a problem with a question. Can we ask you? The math teacher is not here. If you don't know the answer either, we can ask the math teacher after class."
When He Yuqing saw Song Jiazhu's eyes, she couldn't help stuttering and said her purpose with some difficulty.
Song Jiazhu nodded and wrote the word "title" on the draft paper.
He Yuqing took out a piece of paper from her pocket, on which was written the math questions that Wang Ling had asked her.
When He Yuqing gave it to Wang Ling, she added, "This is a question from an extracurricular exercise. It may be a little beyond the syllabus."
It’s normal even if a genius student can’t do this!
Song Jiazhu took the paper, thought for a while, and started calculating on the draft paper.
After he finished writing, He Yuqing and the others realized that the genius student was not doing any calculations, but directly wrote out the definite steps to solve the problem.
After Song Jiazhu finished writing, he tore off the page of draft paper, including He Yuqing's paper, and handed it to her.
"Thank you, thank you. Can we take a look at the topic you're writing?"
He Yuqing asked with a trembling voice, she urgently needed to know what the exercises written by the genius student looked like.
Song Jiazhu looked at them, and the three girls thanked him and walked away.
He Yuqing: "It's so horrible, so horrible!"
Wang Ling: "Spiritual pollution, absolute spiritual pollution!"
Qiao Yuxi said nothing, but nodded silently.
Lin Zhi stood on the steps, watched the whole process, then sat in the corner, quietly playing the role of an unknown person.
The afternoon sun made him feel drowsy, so he sat down against a pillar, lowered his head and closed his eyes to rest.
He was in the shadow of the building, and the bright light from his side cast a faint warmth on half of his face.
Someone was walking by below him and happened to see this scene.
"Liu Gao, I bought some snacks, come over here quickly!"
A boy on the playground used his hands as a loudspeaker and shouted loudly. Liu Gao, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs, came to his senses and ran towards the playground.
When he went down the stairs, he couldn't help but turn his head and look up. The boy, who always had a weak sense of presence, was still leaning there to rest, like a flash of light on the water.
When the physical education teacher blew the whistle to assemble, Lin Zhi received candy from He Yuqing again.
This girl with short hair and a round face seems to have a special liking for candies, and the candies she gives to Lin Zhi are different every time.
Song Jiazhu noticed Lin Zhi's actions out of the corner of his eye, saw Lin Zhi's clasped hands, and also saw the clothes that belonged to Lin Zhi.
This made him close his eyes unconsciously, as if he recalled the feeling of Lin Zhi's hand on his eyes yesterday and then gradually sliding away.
The bell rang, the physical education class ended, and the students returned to the teaching building one after another, returning to the ocean of knowledge.
The classroom was always noisy during break time. Song Jiazhu went to the bathroom, washed his hands and entered through the back door. He heard He Yuqing and the others laughing.
He had no intention of listening to other people's conversations, but he had better hearing.
"The God of Learning is really amazing. He gave me the steps to solve the problem after just a short look. Liu Gao, I will generously share the answer with you."
"Thank you, Sister He, but why did you go to ask the God of Learning?"
"We were originally planning to ask Lin Zhi to ask, since they have a good relationship. Lin Zhi said we could go by ourselves."
Liu Gao was a little surprised and said, "They have a good relationship? Why do I feel like that is not the case?"
He is a boy, so he naturally knows what it means when boys have a good relationship with each other.
The physical education class had just ended, and Lin Zhi did not walk with Song Jiazhu. They walked separately without any communication.
"That's true," He Yuqing scratched her cheek and said, "Lin Zhi said they were just desk mates. It's none of our business."
Song Jiazhu returned to his seat with a normal expression. The black-haired boy next to him was drinking water, and then took out the textbook and notebook for the next class from the drawer.
They didn't have much communication, like two classmates with an overly unfamiliar relationship.
Song Jiazhu and almost all his deskmates are like this. Even the most enthusiastic classmates will give up on being friends with him and maintain a relationship as ordinary classmates when faced with his polite refusal.
But Lin Zhi is different from those people. He is more hateful than them.
Song Jiazhu looked at the textbook in his hand, but what appeared in his mind was the raspberry-colored pleated skirt drying on his balcony.
It was wrapped around the boy's slender waist, the hem of the skirt swaying with his movements, gorgeous and decadent, pure and decadent.
Their legs rubbed against each other, and Lin Zhi leaned on him, her palms vaguely covering her eyes because she couldn't concentrate, leaning on him to relieve herself.
Song Jiazhu didn't want to remember these, but the more he forced himself to forget, the more it seemed like he was back to that night, back to the moment he opened his eyes, saw those scenes, and heard Lin Zhi's soft, rapid voice.
The damp heat on his legs beneath his skirt left a deeper impression on him this autumn than any other.
No one knows that Lin Zhi is so dark and hypocritical beneath his introverted and quiet appearance. This is a secret only he knows. Soon he will get rid of this secret and have nothing to do with Lin Zhi anymore.
He will have a new deskmate and his life will return to its former peace.
After the evening self-study get out of class, Song Jiazhu walked towards home.
Except for the first day, Lin Zhi did not wait for him after evening self-study get out of class to go together. Lin Zhi already knew where he lived, so she would always ride her bike to his door first.
Song Jiazhu walked to the door of the apartment building and did not see the familiar bicycle nearby.
He walked up to the third floor and did not see Lin Zhi waiting for him at the door with her arms folded.
Song Jiazhu entered the house and put his schoolbag on the sofa in the living room. Seeing the sofa and the blanket that Lin Zhi had really covered herself with, he planned to wash the sofa cover this Sunday. As for the blanket, he could wash it today.
At half past ten, Lin Zhi still hadn't arrived.
The blanket was being dehydrated in the washing machine. Song Jiazhu looked at the three pieces of clothes that had already dried on the clothesline, frowned slightly, took them down, and placed them on the sofa in the living room.
This item did not belong to his field and was filled with traces of adolescent girls, or more accurately, boys, which made him feel uncomfortable when he saw it.
There was no pillow on Song Jiazhu's sofa. He struggled for a while, but still folded the clothes, put them in a bag, and then placed it in an inconspicuous corner to ensure that he could not see them.
Song Jiazhu felt much more comfortable immediately. He walked into the bedroom and saw the message Lin Zhi sent him.
[Lin Zhi]: Not coming tonight
It looks like Lin Zhi will have to be taken away tomorrow night.
Song Jiazhu didn't ask why, nor did he respond.
There was nothing to do tonight and he didn't have to listen to Lin Zhi talking. Song Jiazhu wanted to go to bed early, but he found that his biological clock had been affected by Lin Zhi in the past week, so he simply read until twelve o'clock.
When he passed by the living room, he saw the torn black silk in the trash can. He randomly pulled out a few pieces of paper and threw them in to cover it, then tied up the trash bag and put it outside the door.
On the other side, Lin Zhi was learning sign language at home by watching videos.
Although it was interesting to see Song Jiazhu secretly getting angry sometimes because she couldn't talk to him, he still needed to communicate with Song Jiazhu to let her know that they could communicate.
The next day, Tuesday, Song Jiazhu found that Lin Zhi still didn't come.
Lin Zhi sent him the same message as yesterday, but Song Jiazhu still didn't reply.
He looked at the bag of clothes he had placed in the corner, wondering if Lin Zhi was planning to end the tutoring.
It was better to end it quickly. Even if he put the clothes somewhere he couldn't see them, he would always know in his heart that they were still here, still in his house, and had not been taken away by their owner.
After Lin Zhi sent the message, he put away his phone. It was only ten o'clock in the evening, and the city was still bustling at night.
He left home and went to the nearest flower shop.
The flower shop was brightly lit, with beautiful floral plants displayed inside and outside.
Lin Zhi looked at it purposefully and heard a hesitant voice beside him.
"Lin Zhi?"
Lin Zhi looked up and found that it was a classmate, the math class representative Liu Gao, a boy who wore glasses and gave people a very calm feeling.
They were not very familiar with each other, so Lin Zhi nodded as a greeting.
"This is my sister's flower shop. I come to help out sometimes. I can help you pick out the flowers you want to buy and what they are for."
Lin Zhi replied: "Succulents that can be grown in this season."
As a common and easy-to-cultivate plant, most people choose to grow succulents themselves, but some people will directly pick out good-looking finished products in flower shops.
"All of these are fine, but I recommend you raise the Jinhuangxing."
Liu Gao pointed to a star-shaped violet plant in a small flowerpot. The green leaves had a light red edge and were very beautiful.
"It is very easy to grow. Even people who are new to growing succulents can grow it well, and they can keep it well for several years."
Liu Gao hadn't said anything more. He felt that Jin Huangxing was very suitable for Lin Zhi.
At first glance it may seem like an insignificant green plant that could be lost in the crowd, but once you notice it, you will find that the red tips of its leaves are very eye-catching and hard to ignore.
Lin Zhi nodded and asked about the price.
Liu Gao quoted a price and told Lin Zhi some precautions.
"Otherwise, add me your contact information. You can ask me any questions you have about flowers. Besides, we are classmates, so I will give you a discount next time you buy them."
"Thanks."
Lin Zhi added him on social media and said goodbye to him.
Wednesday.
Even though Lin Zhi was sitting next to Song Jiazhu, Song Jiazhu did not ask him whether he would stop tutoring.
He was worried that based on Lin Zhi's personality, she might have given up but would deliberately continue.
After the evening self-study get out of class, Song Jiazhu still did not see Lin Zhi's car downstairs of the apartment building, nor did he see Lin Zhi at the door of his house.
He probably won't come today.
Song Jiazhu has enough patience. In order to avoid being entangled by Lin Zhi and to fulfill the one-month agreement, he can wait until after the midterm exam to return the clothes to Lin Zhi and completely cut off any connection between them.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
Song Jiazhu opened the door and saw Lin Zhi standing at the door.
Lin Zhi was holding a pot of succulents in her hand, and she pushed him away with her other hand and entered his house.
"What are you looking at? It hasn't been long since we last met, has it?"
Lin Zhi checked the time on his watch and said, "Only ten minutes."
It’s such a familiar atmosphere that I haven’t felt for a long time. It’s different from the one in school.
Song Jiazhu looked at Lin Zhi steadily for a while. He should have been worried about continuing the agreement, but he found that he didn't seem particularly disappointed.
Perhaps because he felt that things would not pass so easily, Song Jiazhu told himself so in his heart, but he did not notice the fleeting sense of security he felt when he saw Lin Zhi.
"This is a thank you gift for picking me up last time."
Lin Zhi placed the pot of succulents on the table in the living room. He brought it from home in the afternoon and left it outside the school. He just went to pick it up.
He deliberately didn't come for two days in order to break Song Jiazhu's thinking inertia and make him guess whether he would come or not.
Song Jiazhu also needs some space and time to think carefully about what happened between them.
Song Jiazhu wanted to shake her head to refuse, but she heard Lin Zhi say, "Don't throw it away. If you throw away one pot, I'll give you two. If you throw away two pots, I'll give you four. If you don't open the door, I'll leave it at the door."
The boy looked at him with smiling eyes and spoke threatening words with this beautiful and innocent face.
Song Jiazhu's eyes fell on the pot of succulent plants that were blooming beautifully. The edges of the green leaves were wrapped in light red. Without this color, it would be too ordinary to attract people's attention. It would be like the green leaves that can be seen everywhere, not like flowers. But the bright red made it particularly eye-catching.
The appearance and characteristics of this pot of succulent plant really suit the person who gave it to you.
Song Jiazhu thought about Lin Zhi's current appearance, and this thought subconsciously emerged in his mind.
"I'll send you the precautions and care methods. Remember to take good care of it."
Lin Zhi subtly emphasized the word "take care of" and sat on Song Jiazhu's sofa.
How could there be such a rude and unreasonable person who sent some thank-you gifts and asked him to take good care of the child?
Song Jiazhu was unable to speak, and sighed quietly as he began today's tutoring.
He sat opposite Lin Zhi, keeping a distance from him, and he had been like this since the first day of tutoring.
After the tutoring session, he handed the bag of clothes to Lin Zhi.
Life at school was dull and regular, and Lin Zhi resumed her daily routine of going to Song Jiazhu's house for tutoring, but occasionally she would skip a day or two depending on her mood.
His life at school has also changed a bit. Although he still seems to have little presence, He Yuqing and others often come to talk to him after class, and occasionally ask him to have dinner together.
Lin Zhi shared the candies sent from abroad by the original owner's parents with He Yuqing and her friends, enhancing her friendship with them.
In mid-to-late October, the moon is waning.
When Lin Zhi went out for evening practice, she saw the moon halo in the sky. The red and purple halo enveloped the moon, creating a quiet and dreamy beauty.
Many students and parents also saw it, and looked up to admire it. Many also took out their mobile phones to take pictures.
Lin Zhi did not leave first. She waited for Song Jiazhu to come out, then followed him while pushing the bicycle, asking him to look up at the moon.
Most people would marvel at the beauty of this natural reaction. Song Jiazhu looked at it for a while and wrote four words on the paper with a pen.
In the dim light, Lin Zhi could make out what he had written.
——The wind is about to blow
A halo around the moon indicates wind, and a moist ground indicates rain. This atmospheric optical phenomenon is a sign of wind, caused by the refraction of ice crystals. It is indeed going to be windy soon.
Lin Zhi understood clearly, but still said with a sigh: "Little mute, you are really not romantic at all."
Song Jiazhu did not respond. He didn't need romance.
Sure enough, a strong wind blew at night, making the doors and windows rattle.
Song Jiazhu thought Lin Zhi would stay overnight, but Lin Zhi didn't.
He walked out of the room, and the sensor lights in the corridor lit up one after another as his footsteps sounded.
Song Jiazhu stood on the balcony, looking at the figure that was swaying a little while riding in the wind.
After a while, he closed the balcony door, looked at the succulents in the living room for a while, and went into the bedroom.
The wind was really strong at night, making it difficult for Lin Zhi to go home.
After being exposed to the cold wind for a long time, Lin Zhi did not drink hot water or take a hot bath immediately after returning home, but waited for a while before going.
It's normal to get sick the next day after going home on a night like this, right?
Lin Zhi kept a constant pace and didn't let things happen in a tight cycle, but he also didn't intend to keep doing it.
However, what surprised Lin Zhi was that this body did not have good physical strength, but after being exposed to the cold wind, it did not get sick the next day. It just sneezed twice and did not even have a blocked nose.
Lin Zhi had no intention of torturing herself. If this plan could not be implemented smoothly, she would consider the next plan. Anyway, Song Jiazhu would not run away before the college entrance examination.
However, he found that Song Jiazhu seemed a little abnormal today. Although he looked the same as usual, Lin Zhi had always been a good observer. From Song Jiazhu's slightly red cheeks and sluggish movements, he felt that he might be sick.
He didn't ask any questions until school was over at noon, when he watched Song Jiazhu leave the class.
Today is Sunday, and we have a half-day holiday in the afternoon as usual.
The short autumn in this city seemed to have arrived suddenly. It was still a bit hot during the day yesterday, but with a gust of wind in the evening, the temperature dropped sharply today.
The sky was a bit gloomy in the morning, and the coolness made many students wear winter school uniform jackets with a summer school uniform short-sleeved shirt underneath.
At about one or two in the afternoon, when it was still relatively bright, rain suddenly began to fall.
Then the wind started to blow and pedestrians on the road hurriedly took shelter from the rain.
Lin Zhi closed the windows at home and asked 01 about Song Jiazhu's location.
01: [He is at home, and his coordinates have not moved. 】
Lin Zhi was sure that he was sick because Song Jiazhu would go to the bookstore every Sunday afternoon. This was a fixed part of his life and he rarely changed it unless something went wrong.
Lin Zhi went out holding an umbrella. It was difficult to get a taxi on a rainy day, so Lin Zhi chose to take the bus.
When she arrived at Song Jiazhu's door, Lin Zhi knocked, but there was no response from inside.
Perhaps it was because the knocking sound was mixed in with the sound of wind and rain and was not obvious.
Lin Zhi called Song Jiazhu, but no one answered.
01: [Host, what should we do? 】
01 was already considering the possibility of breaking the door violently, and at this time Lin Zhi had already called the small advertisement on the wall.
"Not coming on a rainy day?"
"I'll pay more."
After hearing the reply "coming right up", Lin Zhi hung up the phone.
The wind slipped in through the gaps in the window, making a distorted whistling sound.
Song Jiazhu huddled in the quilt, feeling his body getting cold, but his face felt very hot and his throat was as dry as a traveler who had been walking in the desert for a long time, and he urgently wanted to replenish his water.
He tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were so heavy that he was powerless.
His consciousness seemed to be floating in the shallow layer of the ocean of consciousness, unable to merge with his body. The serious illness in his body made him feel extremely tired even to think.
Large patches of gray and white were floating in the brain, and the throat was still complaining of thirst.
At this time, someone seemed to hold his head, lift him up and give him water.
The warm feeling in his mouth made Song Jiazhu more sober. He opened his eyes with difficulty and fell into slow thinking.
"Open your mouth."
Song Jiazhu subconsciously opened his mouth, and a bitter pill was stuffed into his mouth, followed by a sip of water.
The person who gave him water walked to the window and helped him close the curtains.
In the lead-gray light, his figure seemed to be softened by the light.
When Song Jiazhu woke up again, the room was dark.
He vaguely remembered what happened before, put on his shoes and walked out of the bedroom.
There was someone in the living room watching a video and eating. When he saw that he woke up, he greeted him.
Song Jiazhu used sign language and asked how Lin Zhi got in.
After asking, Song Jiazhu pressed the solar plexus. He thought that he might be confused due to illness, so he prepared to find paper and pen to communicate with Lin Zhi.
Lin Zhi said, "I asked someone to open the lock. Remember to change the lock cylinder. It rained so I paid more for the locksmith to come. Remember to pay me back for this part of the money."
Song Jiazhu's thoughts were wavering between 'thank you', 'why did you come' and 'why do you ask me for money to open my door? Can you be any more insane?', and he belatedly realized the key point.
——Can you understand sign language?
Lin Zhi: "Just a little bit. Although you can't speak well, it's very troublesome every time I see you writing slowly."
Song Jiazhu was silent for a while, but still said thank you to Lin Zhi and told her not to come next time.
"I don't understand what's behind it. There's no one selling porridge around here. I cooked some for you. You can go to the kitchen and fill it up yourself."
Lin Zhi chose not to understand, and Song Jiazhu didn't know whether he really didn't understand or not.
Song Jiazhu was silent even longer this time. He glanced at Lin Zhi without communicating with him. He went to the bathroom to wash up again before entering the kitchen.
Thick porridge was cooking in the rice cooker with the light on, and Song Jiazhu had a complicated expression.
He lowered his eyes and slowly served himself a bowl.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since this kind of thing happened in his life, but now it happened again in a way he had never expected, and the person who did all this was also beyond his expectations.
This bowl of porridge is actually nothing special, and it does not have any technical content. It is just an ordinary bowl of white porridge. However, whenever Song Jiazhu thought that it was made by Lin Zhi for him, he had a very strange feeling, so strange that he could not help but stare at the bowl of porridge for a long time.
I don’t really want to eat it, but I don’t really want to eat it either.
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