Chapter 47: The Double-Faced Classmate of the Academic Master
Lin Zhi was lost in thought for a while, then said with a crooked look, "It depends on where you want to go. I'll pick a target from a closer place."
Lin Zhi, who had long been accustomed to weaving beautiful lies, did not show any guilt. As he said this, it seemed as if he was really seriously planning the future with Song Jiazhu.
The relationship between them is not clear, like peeping at the moon through a veil; the veil is extremely thin, and underneath the plainness lies an undercurrent of ambiguity.
This is an extremely dangerous and special distance, and Lin Zhi doesn't intend to be the one to bring it up.
Song Jiazhu wanted to bring it up, but he was worried that he wasn't close enough to make a confession that would be accepted.
He wrote down his ideal school on a piece of paper and placed it in front of Lin Zhi. He did not hide the joy that they could plan together and their future life trajectories were gradually overlapping. He held up his face and looked at Lin Zhi.
This kind of action would never appear on Song Jiazhu before, but after getting to know Lin Zhi and developing a liking for him, some of his behaviors were influenced by Lin Zhi. Lin Zhi often supported her cheek like this and looked at him, so he subconsciously also made such a gesture.
Obviously, the ambiguous relationship and strong sense of ambiguity given by Lin Zhi have made the young man dizzy.
Lin Zhi saw the handwriting on the paper: a top-notch university in the country, majoring in physics. It was obvious that Song Jiazhu's goal was to become a scientific researcher in a related industry.
This suits him very well. He only needs to bury himself deep in the soil of knowledge and do research that can endure loneliness. Even if he cannot speak, it will not have much impact.
Lin Zhi could almost foresee his future life trajectory, but this trajectory was not stable. If it was stable, Song Jiazhu would not have committed suicide in the future.
In fact, the two redemption mission targets he has come into contact with do not have a strong sense of self-destruction, but the crisis that is not hidden in the open may be more terrifying, and the lack of self-control may be even more terrifying.
Lin Zhi got a preliminary understanding of the designer's condition from 01. His illness would cause him to constantly split his personality and was accompanied by a strong tendency towards self-destruction. His consciousness would always force him to use death to solve problems. This was a disease that had nothing to do with his own will.
It is a very painful thing to not be able to control your own thoughts or even your own life and death. Lin Zhi admired his persistence and his efforts to find ways to save himself.
This made Lin Zhi look at Song Jiazhu with a hint of pity, and he pretended to hesitate and said, "This goal is still a bit far away for me."
Before Song Jiazhu hurriedly wanted to explain something, he said briskly: "So you have to keep tutoring me for free."
Song Jiazhu nodded, lowered his head, wrote a line of words on the paper, and handed it to Lin Zhi.
He was afraid that sign language wouldn't be enough to express it, and that Lin Zhi might misunderstand some of the actions, so he had to express it clearly in words.
——Don’t put too much pressure on yourself, choose any place you like. People with the same goals will always move in unison.
Song Jiazhu doesn't want Lin Zhi to accommodate him. He wants to be closer to Lin Zhi. This is not just on a physical level. As long as the hearts are close, there is no problem with some distance.
Song Jiazhu is a person who will not deviate from his goal once it is set. He has already figured out that even if they are not in the same city, he can try his best to apply to do research in a place closer to Lin Zhi after graduation.
If he wants to see him, why should he be afraid of the long journey?
Lin Zhi put the paper away and white-knuckled at Song Jiazhu.
Song Jiazhu moved closer and heard Lin Zhi whispering in his ear with a smile: "It turns out that our little mute is a great philosopher."
Song Jiazhu's earlobes turned red, gradually spreading down to her neck.
Wang Ling, who was sitting in the back seat, uttered a low "wow" and turned to make eyes at He Yuqing and the others.
Although I couldn't hear clearly what they said or see what they wrote, but looking at them from behind, this atmosphere was enough to make them a little excited.
They were not shipping the couple, they just felt that even though the academic god had such a cold and aloof personality, he now had some really good friends. The atmosphere was so unique that they couldn't help but smile.
Liu Gao pinched his eyebrows absentmindedly, and scribbled unconsciously on the draft paper with the pen in his hand.
Even though he sat behind Lin Zhi, he and Lin Zhi didn't have much interaction in daily life. Lin Zhi was too introverted, and he would only speak when chatting with him. He invited Lin Zhi out several times, but was rejected by Lin Zhi every time. Lin Zhi looked at him quietly while he said the words of rejection, which made him feel lost.
Liu Gao wanted to be friends with him, but then discovered with frustration that it was actually difficult, unless he could pull Lin Zhi aside to talk to her like He Yuqing and the others did. He was obviously the boy, so why did it feel even harder for him to approach Lin Zhi than other members of the opposite sex?
At the end of the evening self-study get out of class, Liu Gao finally found a good point of conversation.
"How is the pot of spathiphyllum from last time? It's winter now, so it may not be so lively."
Liu Gao thought that in this way they could continue chatting about flowers and plants, and if there was any problem with the pot of spathiphyllum, he could also help Lin Zhi solve it.
Song Jiazhu paused slightly and clenched his fingers unwillingly.
He still couldn't make a sound. In fact, he really wanted to say: That pot of succulent is in good condition. It is placed on my desk, and Lin Zhi can check it through the video every night.
By the way, one more thing: Was that pot of succulent plant a gift from you?
Unfortunately, he couldn't make any sound. Not only could his rival not understand him when he used sign language, he himself felt a little disadvantaged.
Lin Zhi glanced at Song Jiazhu and responded, "It's in pretty good condition. The people who take care of it are very careful."
Liu Gao was slightly stunned: "Is that a gift for someone?"
Lin Zhi nodded and said, "Yes, I bought it as a gift."
Lin Zhi didn't say anything else, and Liu Gao didn't know how to respond, so he could only nod hurriedly, leave a sentence "If you need anything else, let me help you choose", and then left in a hurry with his back to her.
Lin Zhi looked at his back, and understood a little of his emotions from his occasional gaze after buying flowers. The boy's mood was too straightforward and his mind was too simple. He had wandered in the jungle of society for a long time, and this emotion was too obvious in front of him.
However, he did not intend to point it out. Although this is a virtual world and everything here will disappear after the mission is completed, everyone still has his or her own life trajectory before disappearing. There is no need to point out this complexity and obscurity.
Although his sexual fetish is virginity because he has an almost pathological obsession with body cleanliness, he does not like everyone. This is just his basic personal criterion for choosing a partner. Above this standard, there are many other things, "feelings" that are difficult to express in concrete words.
Just as Lin Zhi was about to look away, someone grabbed her wrist.
Song Jiazhu calmly pulled him out of the classroom. Everyone had gone far away, so what was there to see?
There were many students packing up their things in the classroom. The lights in the corridor were dim, and they were not conspicuous among the noise of classes leaving school.
In order to prevent students from staying in the teaching building too late, the power supply of the teaching building will be turned off at 10:10 and the downstairs door will be closed at 10:30. Security guards will patrol before closing.
Everyone hurried to leave before the lights went out. Song Jiazhu and Lin Zhi ran downstairs with the crowd, hiding their heartbeats in the sound of their footsteps.
After leaving the teaching building, Lin Zhi walked while panting and adjusting his breathing.
This body has poor physical strength. He would do some aerobics in his spare time, but with the arrival of winter, physical education classes were almost all moved indoors, and he put the issue of physical strength behind his mind. He didn't need to run anyway, so his physical fitness almost regressed.
——Are you tired? I carry you?
Lin Zhi thought he was dazzled and looked at Song Jiazhu, not hiding his shock and confusion.
Although I have left the teaching building, I am still some distance away from the school gate.
No. 9 Middle School has two gates in the southeast. The east gate is closer to Song Jiazhu's home, but the senior high school teaching building is closer to the south gate and the farthest from the east gate. If Song Jiazhu wants to go out from the south gate, he has to make a very big detour to get home.
They hadn't left the school yet and there were classmates around. When Song Jiazhu said he wanted to carry him, even Lin Zhi couldn't help but be surprised.
——If you are afraid of being seen by others, you can lie on my back with your head down, then others can’t see your face.
——If it’s a teacher, you can say you sprained your ankle.
Seeing the shock on Lin Zhi's face, Song Jiazhu seriously came up with a bad idea. He still had the calm attitude of a good student on his face, but he was ready to make a move in his heart.
With her gender concealed, Song Jiazhu inevitably felt somewhat reckless.
It would be better if the person at the table behind him walked slower, so that he could have time to exchange experiences on succulent cultivation with him.
Lin Zhi discovered Song Jiazhu's childish side, and a gleam in his eyes flashed. He did not let Song Jiazhu carry him, but instead pulled him towards the south gate.
Compared with the East Gate, fewer people go through the South Gate because the South Gate was developed later and most students find it more convenient to leave from the East Gate. Even the direction to the dormitory is to walk halfway from the East Gate and then turn upwards.
Lin Zhi walked towards this side not because there were few people, but because the south gate led to the administrative building, one of which was a long corridor path.
At this point, there was no one in the administrative building and the teachers had left long ago.
There is a large patch of vines outside the corridor. Even though it is winter now, the dead vines hang down, blocking some of the view.
Song Jiazhu was pulled here and heard the young man in front of him speak.
"Little mute, are you stupid? Even if others can't see my face, they can see yours. They know you and can just ask who I am. Tomorrow, others will know that you carried me out of school on your back."
Song Jiazhu had no idea how famous he was in school. Even if others didn't know him, they had heard of his name. The academic god had his own halo, and his regrettable disability made this halo have a sympathetic color. He also had an outstanding appearance, and his photo was hung in the corridor all year round. From the first to the third year of high school, he had received countless awards on the flag stand.
Under the sparse moonlight, Song Jiazhu watched Lin Zhi approach.
"Little mute, you are so brave now, you even dare to do such a thing?"
Song Jiazhu lowered his eyes and apologized sincerely.
He didn't mean to attract Lin Zhi's attention. He knew that Lin Zhi actually didn't like people staring at him, and he was not thoughtful enough.
What Lin Zhi wanted was not an apology from Song Jiazhu, but before he could open his mouth, he saw Song Jiazhu say sorry to him.
He felt a little strange, and then he was pulled against the pillar of the corridor, welcoming the boy's hot lips.
This is a two-way intention, hidden in the words of rejection.
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