Chapter 42: The Double-Faced Classmate of the Academic Master
"You are a liar, little mute."
Lin Zhi wiped the tears from her face and put the pillow in her hand aside.
Song Jiazhu moved his gaze away from his fingertips and looked at Lin Zhi's feet beside his hand with a slightly deeper look in his eyes.
A slightly darker blush dyed the instep a light pink.
Song Jiazhu was still in a state of dizziness due to weightlessness, with the sound of his heart beating and blood rushing in his ears.
He tried his best to control his uneven breathing that might reveal his abnormality and make his breathing frequency even.
Seeing Song Jiazhu like this, Lin Zhi's eyes sparkled, and she planned to say what she was going to say tomorrow in advance.
"By the way, let's change seats tomorrow..."
Lin Zhi's words immediately attracted Song Jiazhu's attention. The restlessness caused by palpitations was thrown behind his mind. Song Jiazhu looked at Lin Zhi, waiting for him to say the next words.
"Don't choose me. He Yuqing asked me before if I did okay in the exam, could I choose Wang Ling so that they can continue to sit together."
He Yuqing did say this, but it was only in a joking tone and not a serious request. After all, they had other friends to play with, so they could just let other students choose. It didn't matter if they couldn't sit together. She just said this because she regarded Lin Zhi as a friend.
Lin Zhi originally planned to wait and see Song Jiazhu's reaction tomorrow, but Song Jiazhu came to his house early, which caused a subtle change in their relationship ahead of time, so he couldn't wait until tomorrow morning.
Timing is very important. The same thing can have completely different meanings depending on when you say it.
Song Jiazhu's expression became visibly lost, and his confused and somewhat sad emotions were clearly revealed in his slightly dazed eyes.
Obviously he didn't expect Lin Zhi to give up on him because of someone else. This emotion wasn't even about love, it was just a friendship that wasn't too deep.
Song Jiazhu remembered the answer he had to write when he was called to the teacher's office a week before the exam. The head teacher asked him if he wanted to change his deskmate, and Song Jiazhu's answer was: No, I want to continue to sit at the same desk with him.
Even though he hadn't figured out his emotions at that time, he still held on to the idea of getting his life back to peace and normalcy. But when the head teacher asked him and when he wrote down the answer, he still followed his inner thoughts and changed the answer.
But he forgot that this kind of thing is not enough just on his own unilateral wish. For example, now, Lin Zhi wants to sit at the same table with someone else.
"Why do you look like that? Could it be that you really don't want to leave me?"
"Little mute, I told you to go free, but you came here on your own. Are you addicted to being bullied by me?"
Lin Zhi stretched out his injured leg and pressed it against Song Jiazhu's abdomen.
Song Jiazhu listened to the playful tone in Lin Zhi's words and did not answer.
In fact, Lin Zhi didn't do anything excessive to him, at least she didn't cause him any harm, and she even paid for his tutoring.
After he no longer rejected Lin Zhi's entry into his life and longed for them to have more interactions, Song Jiazhu felt that it was okay to be bullied more often. At least during this time, Lin Zhi only looked at him.
Lin Zhi seemed to have discovered something very interesting. Her eyes, which were still slightly red with tears, were teasing. She moved her toes back and forth, pressed against Song Jiazhu's abdomen, and asked lightly, "Tell me, is it true?"
The temperature is low in winter. In order to make it easier to massage Lin Zhi's sprained area, Song Jiazhu has taken off his down jacket and put on a dark blue fleece sweatshirt. The dark color further highlights Lin Zhi's fair skin.
Half of his mind was drawn to Lin Zhi's words and expression, and the other half was divided by Lin Zhi's actions urging him to answer.
Song Jiazhu's Adam's apple moved slightly. Seeing that he didn't answer, Lin Zhi raised her eyebrows and said, "Then I'll take that as your consent, little mute. Your character is very dangerous."
"If you still want to sit at the same table with me, then beg me. If you beg me, I will continue to sit with you."
Lin Zhi's toes were still stepping intermittently, swaying gently up and down.
The boy smiled, but his innocent face was filled with evil.
If Song Jiazhu could speak, he would have said "please" frankly, but he couldn't speak, and it seemed strange to use sign language.
He pursed his lips slightly and thought about it, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, casting a faint shadow on his face.
Under Lin Zhi's gaze, he reached out and tugged at the hem of Lin Zhi's clothes.
This action does not match the feeling he gives people, but in this situation it reveals some other fun.
How adorable, Lin Zhi thought. He didn't hide his smile, but he didn't express his admiration out loud.
"Hahahaha little mute, are you trying to imitate me?"
Lin Zhi was talking about the day they first met, in the warehouse of the stadium, when Song Jiazhu was pushed onto the mat by him and threatened, and when she was about to leave, she was stopped by him again.
Lin Zhi raised her chin slightly and said deliberately: "This sincerity is not enough, please beg again."
The boy had a wanton smile on his face, which reduced his usual innocence a bit and showed a more genuine emotional state.
This was not something Song Jiazhu was good at. He looked at Lin Zhi's smiling face, held Lin Zhi's hands with both hands, and shook them gently.
He looked at Lin Zhi intently, with a certain expectation in his eyes.
The young man's innocence and restraint are fully revealed at this moment.
Song Jiazhu then used sign language to tell Lin Zhi that he could continue tutoring Lin Zhi and that Lin Zhi didn't need to pay.
"But it's so cold in winter. I want to go home early."
Lin Zhi was not happy after hearing this, but said it with some distress.
It's okay when the weather is hot, and it's cool to ride a bike home at night, but it's not okay when the weather is cold. It's already cold enough outside when you leave the school gate at 10 o'clock, and you have to take extra time for tutoring and then go home in the cold wind, which makes people reluctant.
A solution subconsciously came to Song Jiazhu's mind, and he immediately waved it away.
No, this idea is a bit too much. Why doesn't Lin Zhi go back home and live with him?
Song Jiazhu also thought about whether to follow Lin Zhi home and go back by herself when the time came, but this would make his intentions too obvious, so obvious that Song Jiazhu herself was embarrassed to say it out loud.
Song Jiazhu's eyes dimmed a little when she heard Lin Zhi say, as if she had thought of something, "We can video chat."
"Oh, no, you can't talk."
Sign language can communicate many things, but at least it makes it clear that science and mathematics are not among them.
Lin Zhi muttered to herself and was about to give up this method, but Song Jiazhu seemed to have grabbed a piece of driftwood and confirmed the answer.
——I can write the steps on paper, and we can also communicate by typing.
At least this method is better than other methods and is effective.
After changing his attitude towards Lin Zhi, Song Jiazhu has gone from "not wanting to watch more" to "watching if possible".
Lin Zhi nodded: "That's a solution. Let's do it this way for now and eat something, otherwise it will be cold."
Lin Zhi put on his shoes and walked over with his feet lightly and heavily.
The body suddenly floated in the air, and Lin Zhi was carried to a chair in the restaurant. There was a corresponding dullness on his face, but he was joking in his heart.
Although this kind of drama is cliché, it is indeed easy to make people fall in love with it.
Song Jia explained using sign language: This is faster.
His expression was calm, as if he was just doing it casually.
The takeaway box was opened and was still warm because it had not been exposed to the cold wind on the way.
Song Jiazhu didn't know what dishes Lin Zhi liked exactly, so he ordered two dishes based on his feeling and secretly observed Lin Zhi's preferences.
Until Song Jiazhu left, Lin Zhi did not give an accurate answer as to whether to change seats or not, but Song Jiazhu knew what the answer was.
Because it was an exam before the start of the monthly holiday, the school teachers had already rushed to mark the test papers during the holiday, so when students read early on Monday morning, they received their test results and ranking lists.
Song Jiazhu's name was still at the top, He Yuqing ranked fourth, and Lin Zhi ranked twelfth.
This ranking was higher than what Lin Zhi had expected. He had originally planned to rank himself around seventeenth. After all, the original owner's monthly exam score was forty-third, and there were fifty-five students in the class.
The teacher specially praised Lin Zhi. The boy, who had always had no sense of existence in the class, couldn't help but lower his head uncomfortably when being stared at by the whole class, and thanked the teacher in a low voice.
Song Jiazhu looked at him and had an extremely subtle feeling in his heart, as if he had a special secret that only he knew.
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