Chapter 37 The Double-Faced Classmate of the Academic Master
The boy's words were like sad whispers, like parasitic hyphae floating in the air, quickly taking root in Song Jiazhu's trachea and strangling his breathing passage.
He held the chopsticks tightly in his hand, trying to calm his dizzy brain.
Anger spread along with twisted dark emotions, and an almost endless sourness surged in his heart. His heart seemed to be tightly clenched by someone. Song Jiazhu's fingertips were so tight that they lost color, and rich emotions were surging in his usually calm black eyes.
He ate mechanically, and swallowing food felt like swallowing a sharp knife. He could even clearly feel the pain of the sharp object cutting his fragile internal organs.
Lin Zhi didn't say anything else, just sighed lightly and continued drinking.
How pitiful, he was deceived by lies.
The original owner did not wear women's clothes for Xu Lieyang, but simply liked the bright clothes of girls. He had tried it before meeting Xu Lieyang. Because he was embarrassed to talk about his cross-dressing fetish to others, he tried harder to be a nobody in the class, afraid of being stared at.
Lin Zhi looked at Song Jiazhu out of the corner of his eye, thinking so in his heart, but he was not stingy in giving the young man more impact.
"I know that's deceiving, that's wishful thinking, but..."
The unfinished words are like bitter delusions, turning into invisible bubbles and then bursting bit by bit.
The sound of the explosion was so loud that it made Song Jiazhu feel a little annoyed.
He got up and went to the kitchen, and with gloomy eyes he threw away the broken chopstick in his hand.
He changed his chopsticks indifferently, and attributed his emotions to his lack of interest in other people's affairs.
Lin Zhi still didn't move his chopsticks and kept drinking.
The anger that Song Jiazhu had just suppressed suddenly grew again. Since they were not coming to eat, there was no need to put these dishes there.
The dishes on the table were taken away. Song Jiazhu looked at them and raised his hand to throw them into the trash can.
He was not a person who would waste food, and was even very frugal, but today he found it particularly intolerable. These foods that he had made himself were just quietly placed there, and were very unsightly.
They won't be enjoyed anyway, they are just insignificant accompaniments to the wine. Lin Zhi probably doesn't even know what they taste like.
Song Jiazhu didn't know that the fine and stinging emotions that almost swallowed him were called jealousy, the ugly and unwilling cold and hot jealousy that darkly entangled his soul and left behind filth that could not be ignored.
"Why did it fall down?"
Lin Zhi had a puzzled look on his face, as if he had no idea what was going on.
Song Jiazhu signed: It doesn’t taste good.
After a pause, he continued to ask: Do you need me to go out and buy it?
He thought he had concealed his emotions well, but he didn't know how obvious the cold anger on his face was in Lin Zhi's eyes.
If you are angry, then let the fire burn brighter.
In addition to the joy of love, resentment and jealousy are also unforgettable.
Of course, all this is based on the fact that the other party also cares about you. If it was Song Jiazhu at the beginning, he would never agree to come to his house for dinner, let alone be bothered by his words.
"No."
Lin Zhi, who had already drunk almost two cans of beer, had a flushed cheek. He shook his head, pressing his forehead with a dazed look on his face.
He bent down to get a new beer, but his body swayed and he almost fell to the ground.
Song Jiazhu frowned and looked coldly at Lin Zhi as he opened the third can.
Lin Zhi was mumbling some unclear words and seemed to be a little drunk.
He sat on the chair with his head slightly lowered, his long black hair covering his cheeks, and his white dress was stained with some wine because of his trembling hands.
Song Jiazhu heard his sobbing, a soft and thin sound that sounded particularly suppressed.
This made Song Jiazhu even more upset. He held Lin Zhi's hand almost forcefully and snatched the can of beer from him.
Song Jiazhu was once again troubled by his inability to speak, otherwise he could ask Lin Zhi to stop this meaningless behavior.
But when Lin Zhi looked up at him, he was inexplicably glad that he couldn't speak, so he didn't have to say anything to comfort her against his will.
Lin Zhi's eyes were red, making her look aggrieved and pitiful.
This was different from the last time she cried in front of him. His tears were no longer clear, no longer purposeful, and no longer hypocritically pitiful, but Song Jiazhu would rather it be that way.
Lin Zhi reached out to take back his wine, but Song Jiazhu raised the wine using his height advantage and shook his head at him.
Lin Zhi stood up and tiptoed to reach Song Jiazhu's hand, but she was unable to do so.
For the drunk teenager, this was undoubtedly a more unfair thing.
"Little mute, even you bully me."
Lin Zhi looked at Song Jiazhu in front of him. When Song Jiazhu thought he would cry, he found that Lin Zhi approached him and held his face with her hands.
"Little mute, do you think it's because I'm not pretty enough?"
The young man muttered softly, and then, as if looking for an excuse to escape, he headed towards a route that he knew was the wrong one.
The beer can in Song Jiazhu's hand gradually deformed, and the beer inside flowed out due to the squeezing.
Song Jiazhu was shocked and felt it was ridiculous. How much did Lin Zhi like that person that she would lie to herself like this?
"Little mute, do you also think that I am not pretty enough and actually hate me?"
Song Jiazhu looked into Lin Zhi's eyes and realized that the distance between them was too close.
It was so close that he could feel Lin Zhi's breath on his face. If he lowered his head a little more, he could easily kiss Lin Zhi's lips.
His body froze in place, neither nodding nor shaking his head.
If he hated Lin Zhi, it was definitely not because he was ugly. Besides, Lin Zhi had a very handsome appearance, no matter whether he was wearing women's clothes or not.
Song Jiazhu felt Lin Zhi's gaze on his lips. Just a glance made him feel hot from behind. He seemed to know what was going to happen. Reason made him refuse, but his secret expectation secretly stopped him.
The boy's lips were too soft, with a warm and sweet scent.
The beer can in Song Jiazhu's hand suddenly fell to the ground, making a dull sound on the wooden floor, and the malt-colored beer splashed and continued to flow out.
This disturbing signal should have caused people to separate, but the drunk boy became more and more intoxicated.
Song Jiazhu saw Lin Zhi's closed eyes and felt his enthusiasm, but her heart gradually grew cold.
Who are you thinking about when you close your eyes? Who do you think I am?
Song Jiazhu wanted Lin Zhi to see clearly who was standing in front of him.
He pushed Lin Zhi away. Lin Zhi's eyes were hazy and soft, full of confusion.
"It feels so good, can we do it again?"
Song Jiazhu felt that he should dislike such a person. It was obvious that he was only diverting his attention to him because he was hurt in love and couldn't get what he wanted.
But he couldn't help but make excuses for Lin Zhi, saying that it was just because Lin Zhi was drunk. If it were normal, Lin Zhi would never treat him like this.
Those repetitive and tangled thoughts seemed to linger in my mind for a long time, but in real time it was only a moment.
Because Lin Zhi looked at him and whispered his name: "Song Jiazhu."
The boy's immature and restrained kiss made his thoughts confused and his heart beat fast.
The throbbing of young people is like a grand firework display, or like the first snowflake of winter, buried layer by layer.
Lin Zhi was woken up early the next morning. He was lying on the sofa, wrapped in a thick quilt. He pressed his solar plexus with a headache, sat up from the sofa, squinted at the time on his watch.
"Six o'clock..." Lin Zhi's hand grasped the slightly long wig, and she seemed to have just come to her senses. She looked at Song Jiazhu in front of her and said, "I didn't get drunk yesterday, right? My head is so dizzy."
Song Jiazhu's eyes, which originally had some light in them, dimmed and he shook his head.
He suddenly found himself ridiculous and was even expecting Lin Zhi to say something. After they kissed last night, Lin Zhi hugged him and muttered something like she didn't want to like that person anymore, and then fell asleep in a daze.
He believed it, so why should that person do that? It doesn't matter even if he doesn't like it.
But Lin Zhi had forgotten everything. He probably forgot what he said and also forgot to kiss him.
"Lend me your old school uniform again. I'm going to take a shower."
Lin Zhi got up, wearing a messy wig, and went to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, 01 asked in confusion: [Host, why don't we take advantage of the opportunity to attack and strike while the iron is hot? 】
Lin Zhi turned on the hot water in the bathroom and explained slowly: "We are here to redeem him, not to push him from one abyss to another." 】
Lin Zhi had no intention of taking Song Jiazhu down last night. He wanted to make Song Jiazhu unwilling and arouse his concern, but he had no intention of staying with Song Jiazhu like this.
He didn't want Song Jiazhu to think that he was just a tool to divert emotions, a device to heal emotional wounds.
Once the seeds of misunderstanding are planted, they will take root and sprout and will be difficult to eradicate.
If Song Jiazhu has this kind of emotion, no matter how well he does afterwards, it will still be difficult for him to completely enter his heart. Instead, he will become a new source of pain for Song Jiazhu. The more Song Jiazhu likes him, the more painful she will be.
He just wanted to stir up a sense of crisis, but he didn't intend to make things worse.
Lin Zhi didn't like Xu Lieyang at all, so there was no need for her to bear all these things for her own plan.
Moderation is a hobby, but crossing the line is not.
The past will not disappear with the wind, but will become clearer with memory, like grains of sand and thorns.
Last night, Song Jiazhu watched him sleeping on the sofa and struggled for a long time but still did not carry him into the bedroom. This was enough to prove Song Jiazhu's inner instability and considerations.
It is not wise to go any further at this time. We should not just look at the calm surface of the water and ignore the dangerous whirlpool inside.
It would be even harder for Song Jiazhu to let go of the fact that he had forgotten what happened last night so easily.
Lin Zhi was looking forward to seeing what kind of reaction the boy, who was secretly jealous when they might not even be friends, would have.
Lin Zhi briefly told 01 about his ideas, but didn't explain them in detail, as it would not only waste time but also he was afraid that 01 would not be able to understand.
01 Liao Ran: [Master, I understand. 】
Lin Zhi smiled without saying anything, washed up and took a shower, then changed into Song Jiazhu's old school uniform that he had left at the bathroom door. This time it was an old school uniform from autumn and winter, with Song Jiazhu's long-sleeved clothes underneath.
This was a bit too big for Lin Zhi, so he had to roll up his sleeves and put on his clothes.
While Lin Zhi was taking a bath, Song Jiazhu thought for a long time.
In fact, he tossed and turned last night and thought about it for a long time.
If Lin Zhi insisted on dating him, he might still refuse. But if Lin Zhi asked him why he didn't refuse the kiss last night, and continued to let him tutor her, and wanted to sit with him all the time, he didn't know what to do.
If Lin Zhi really doesn't like that person anymore, then he...he...
In this dilemma, he dreamed of walking to school hand in hand with Lin Zhi, which was absurd and disconnected.
But he didn't expect that Lin Zhi didn't remember it.
This is actually a good thing, isn't it? Song Jiazhu looked at the pot of spathiphyllum in the living room and felt that the red color on the leaves was inexplicably glaring.
Monday mornings always make people feel tired, and this feeling is even more prominent in gray weather.
A week of fluctuating temperatures has passed, and the continued low temperatures herald the arrival of winter.
The lights were on in the classroom, and Lin Zhi was still squinting his eyes sleepily. He had finished his homework from yesterday afternoon in school and put it aside, waiting for the group leader to collect it.
Song Jiazhu looked at him, who looked the same as always, and tidied up his desk.
01 reported: [Host, the mission target has looked at you twenty-five times this morning! It is many times more than before! 】
Lin Zhi didn't respond, which was normal. He didn't expect Song Jiazhu not to look at him.
Before the afternoon class, some well-informed classmates talked about this week's holiday adjustment in class.
"Next week, Wednesday and Thursday will be midterm exams. There will be no holiday this Sunday. It will be added to the exams, so the two and a half days of holiday will be increased to three days."
"Another exam is coming up, how come it's so soon?"
"Think about the holiday, won't it make you happier?"
Senior high school students at No. 9 Middle School have half a day off every Sunday afternoon and three days of monthly holiday.
The school does not want students to be too tense, but holidays do not mean more relaxation, because there will be more homework during the holidays, and surprise exams after returning from holidays are also normal.
Song Jiazhu was a little dazed. He hadn't crossed out the date in his mind for several days. It turned out that the midterm exam was only a week away.
This was originally what he wanted in his heart, but now he just felt a little confused.
Song Jiazhu tried hard to forget what happened yesterday and get his life back to normal. Lin Zhi didn't like him anyway. He was just one of the things he could easily forget after getting drunk. There was no need to get close to him.
——Song Jiazhu.
He called his name and kissed his lips again.
The tip of the tongue is bright red and soft, the eyes are slightly red due to breathing difficulty, and the look is hazy and intoxicated.
It was clearly him who started it, why did he forget?
Why was he so annoying, forcibly breaking the peace of his life, then patting his clothes and leaving.
——Song Jiazhu.
His lips opened and closed, and his drunken tone sounded like he was acting coquettishly.
"Song Jiazhu?"
Someone's hand waved in front of his eyes. Song Jiazhu came to his senses and saw the face of He Yuqing, the English class representative.
"The head teacher asked you to go to the office."
He Yuqing explained her purpose and pointed to the door.
Song Jiazhu nodded, got up and went to the teacher's office.
The head teacher saw the boy walking into the office, waved to him gently, asked him to sit on the chair next to him, and handed him a notebook and a pen to facilitate communication between them.
"How are you doing recently? Are there any difficulties in study or life?"
This is a routine inquiry from the head teacher. Due to the special nature of this student, the teacher always takes extra care of him, fearing that something bad might happen.
Song Jiazhu shook his head to indicate that everything was fine.
"The midterm exam is coming up soon. After the exam, we will routinely change seats. Do you have any ideas?"
The head teacher had no doubt that Song Jiazhu would continue to get the first place, but considering that this student was not very popular with his classmates, and that the first time she chose a classmate as a deskmate she picked a talkative one, the head teacher decided to do a good job in this regard. If it was not convenient for Song Jiazhu to choose a classmate as a deskmate, she could help arrange it.
Song Jiazhu thought about it and wrote a line on the paper.
In the classroom, Lin Zhi was chatting with He Yuqing.
To be precise, He Yuqing pulled him aside to chat, asking him if he had any plans for the month-long holiday and whether he wanted to go out and play together.
"We plan to go hiking on the first day to keep fit and relax, and then study for the next two days. Are you interested in joining us?"
He Yuqing asked in front, and He Yuqing's friends looked at them from behind.
Lin Zhi had her own plans for the holiday, so she declined and wished them a happy time.
He Yuqing didn't feel disappointed and returned to her seat with a smile.
Liu Gao asked: "How is it, is he coming?"
He Yuqing: "No, he has his own plans, so he can't play with us. There's nothing we can do about it."
"Gao'er, why do I feel like you're looking forward to his going?"
Wang Ling looked a little suspicious and stared at Liu Gao and asked.
"Then I have to have a companion. If I go out with you three girls, I must find a boy to rely on."
Liu Gao pushed up his glasses and answered seriously.
Qiao Yuxi raised his hand: "Did you forget that my brother went there too?"
"That's right."
Then they started talking and laughing again, discussing what snacks to bring for the hike, whether to have a picnic, and turned the topic to the upcoming midterm exams.
There will be a class adjustment in the second semester of senior year. Not only the final grades will be considered, but the midterm grades will also be taken into consideration. Therefore, the performance in every important exam is very important.
As usual, Lin Zhi went to Song Jiazhu's house for tutoring, and she and Song Jiazhu sat at opposite ends of the table in the living room. Because the exam was approaching, she was more serious.
Song Jiazhu gradually became certain that Lin Zhi really didn't remember what happened that day.
The gentiana in the living room is not cold-resistant. It seems that because of the cold, even the color of its leaves has become duller and it no longer looks vibrant.
Everything is cold and gray, and in this cramped space, it seems that nothing has changed.
Time flew forward so fast that Song Jiazhu felt a little dazed.
The examination venue arrangements were made on Tuesday.
The class monitor posted the timetable and schedule on the wall of the classroom, and the labor committee member loudly announced at the podium which group would clean the classroom that day and asked them not to leave too early.
Lin Zhi saw his student number and examination room. The original owner's grades were in the middle and lower reaches of the class. Although he gradually improved his grades in weekly tests to the middle level this month, the examination room was assigned according to the monthly test scores.
Lin Zhi was number 29 in Class 3. He wrote down the number and saw the top student number, which was number 1 in Class 2.
He informed Song Jiazhu, who nodded and quickly gestured thank you in sign language.
They seemed to have returned to their extremely unfamiliar relationship as classmates, but when they thought about it carefully, it seemed that it had always been like this. If there was any change, it was only that Song Jiazhu changed from writing words to using sign language.
After class in the afternoon, the students in charge of cleaning quickly divided the work to sweep, mop and wipe the blackboard, while the class monitor and the student committee took glue sticks and began to stick student numbers on each desk, with the corresponding names next to the student numbers.
Every class was doing similar things. When Xu Lieyang came back from dinner, he saw his student number and name posted on his desk.
"Song Jiazhu."
"That's right, Brother Yang. It seems that our class is in the first examination room this time. You will be sitting on the outermost seat, so of course you will be number 1. This is the seat that the god of learning has sat on. After the exam, please sit on it and share in the good fortune together."
His desk mate hooked his shoulder and talked with a giggle.
Xu Lieyang remembered what happened after the gymnasium last Sunday.
At that time, he had just finished playing basketball with his brothers and left the gym.
Because I remembered what Lin Zhi was wearing, I saw the two people standing not far away at a glance.
One is Lin Zhi and the other is Song Jiazhu.
He didn't know the legendary mute scholar, but he had seen him. After all, his photo and motto were always on the wall, making it difficult for him to miss them. Moreover, he had always been his goal.
They seemed to have a good relationship, so Xu Lieyang couldn't help but worry about this academic genius, because Lin Zhi said that she would no longer follow him, which meant that he might have a new target, which was Song Jiazhu.
Out of humanitarianism, Xu Lieyang originally wanted to remind Song Jiazhu, but when he looked towards the door of their class, he found that Song Jiazhu and Lin Zhi were actually deskmates, so he didn't know what to say.
Xu Lieyang has not found the right opportunity and has been delayed until now.
The bell for the end of evening self-study rang, and Lin Zhi packed her books into her schoolbag, preparing for the last day of tutoring.
01 was a little anxious because Lin Zhi hadn't done anything this week and seemed to have returned to the state of the first week. However, it knew that the host must have an idea in his mind, so it could only continue to wait.
However, it can sense that the mission target may be as anxious as it is, and is looking at the host more and more frequently, but the host never does anything.
The host is such an unfathomable man, 01 thought with great admiration.
Lin Zhi left first as usual. Song Jiazhu was a little slow in packing today and walked out with his schoolbag on his back.
When he was leaving the classroom, he saw a boy waiting next to him.
He didn't know the man, so he didn't think that the man was waiting for him, so he walked straight forward, but the man called him.
"Song Jiazhu, right? Well, I have something to tell you."
Xu Lieyang still decided to remind Song Jiazhu. After all, unlike a healthy person like him, it would be difficult for Song Jiazhu to ask for help if he was followed by a pervert, after all, he couldn't speak.
Song Jiazhu was a little confused and waited for the other party to speak.
"It's hard to talk here, why don't we go downstairs first and talk while we walk."
Xu Lieyang had already prepared a speech in his mind. When Song Jiazhu and he walked to a deserted place, he quickly said, "Be careful of Lin Zhi. He is a pervert who will follow others."
Xu Lieyang didn't intend to reveal that he was being followed, so he said, "You'd better not think he's a good person. I'm just saying this, you don't have to doubt the truth, I saw it with my own eyes."
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