Three-person Shura Field
"I like you."
Jiang Qing turned her head to look at the direction of the voice, surprise in her eyes: "You... like me?"
The end of her voice was trembling and light, with a hint of disbelief.
Lin Nanyue, who was suddenly interrupted, turned his head abruptly. He stared at the person who was speaking, his eyes darkening.
"Hiss--" Song Shuang gasped and covered her open mouth with her hands. She looked left and right, not daring to speak, and silently withdrew from the three-person Shura field.
Ye Meiyan looked at the chaotic scene, raised her eyebrows and said nothing.
Chen Heng didn't care about how others reacted. He focused his gaze on Jiang Qing and restrained all his carelessness.
He nodded, very seriously: "Jiang Qing, I like you since the first time we met."
Jiang Qing stared at him blankly, almost screaming in her heart.
Help!
Why did he have to come along and cause trouble at a time like this? It was so embarrassing, her toes were digging into the ground, what should she do?
"Thank you...thank you..." Jiang Qing stuttered, trying hard to recall what she had said to Lin Nanyan before. Yes, she should thank him first. "Thank you..."
It seemed as if God had heard Jiang Qing's inner prayers. A strange voice suddenly rang out, breaking the undercurrent surging beneath the calm surface.
"What are you doing! You guys!"
Jiang Qing and Song Shuang exchanged a quick glance, turned around, grabbed Ye Meiyan and ran away.
"run!"
"Which class are you from when you're not studying properly in the classroom during class?" The patrolling teacher ran after them and roared, "What are you running for, you little brats? Stop running! Don't let me catch you."
The more they shouted, the faster they jumped. The three girls rushed forward in a daze, and the two boys followed behind to protect them.
Lin Nanyan did not forget to turn around and take a step forward, nodding and greeting the teacher as a sign of respect, and then packed up all the snacks that Jiang Qing bought and ran away.
The teacher who watched people running near and far under his nose said: ...
His eyelids twitched, and he felt provoked and became even angrier.
Jiang Qing ran against the wind, her hair hitting her face, and a few strands ran into her mouth. She spat them out, pulling one person with her left hand and dragging another with her right hand, rushing around recklessly without caring about her image.
His face was full of nervousness as if he was running away, but inside he was actually relieved. Fortunately, the teacher came at the right time.
Finally, she heard no more sounds of people being grabbed behind her, so she let go of her hands, bent down and gasped for breath. Running was really killing her.
Ye Meiyan had just tied a hairband that she had lost again at some point, and Song Shuang's bun hung loosely behind her head, seemingly about to fall off. The panting sounds of several people rose and fell.
Looking at the embarrassment on each other's faces, the three of them couldn't help but laugh at each other.
"Look at your hairstyle, hahaha."
"Your strength is so poor, you're panting so hard."
"Oh right," Jiang Qing smiled and remembered that she seemed to have forgotten something. She slapped her forehead and said, "Snacks! I forgot."
A familiar hand carrying a lot of bags appeared in front of her. Jiang Qing looked over and praised habitually: "Luckily, I have... you."
The smile on her face suddenly froze. She looked at Zhang Kuo who appeared like a ghost not far behind Lin Nanyan and finished her words abruptly.
"Hurry, that guy seems to be catching up, let's go," Song Shuang pulled Jiang Qing's sleeve and wanted to use the same trick again, but she didn't pull it no matter how hard she tried. She suddenly became anxious, "Jiang Jiang, are you stupid? Run."
Jiang Qing lowered her head and hummed softly, "We can't escape. We're done."
"What do you mean..." Song Shuang turned around in confusion and saw the teacher with a sullen face. Then she looked at the patrol teacher behind her who was gasping for breath and couldn't even speak a complete sentence. He was pointing at them with trembling hands, and everything went dark before her eyes.
This time it’s really over, there are wolves in front and tigers behind.
In the quiet office, the teacher sitting in the office chair was no longer in a hurry to prepare lessons. He pricked up his ears and listened to his colleague Zhang Kuo smilingly seeing off Mr. Wang, the teacher in the first grade. He then turned around and roared angrily, which resounded throughout the office.
Li Dongming was startled by the noise and calmly put up a book to cover his face.
"You guys are quite capable, quite capable. I haven't settled the score with you for skipping classes before, and now you've embarrassed me all over the first grade of high school."
Zhang Kuo was so angry that he slammed the table.
"Why, are you guys tired of studying? You all want to go to heaven, so why don't you form a group and skip school?"
"Did I not assign enough homework? Did you take it too easy? Or did you all get full marks on the last test?"
Looking at those people who either hung their heads and didn't speak, or stood there daydreaming, Zhang Kuo felt a pain in his head and throat.
He took a sip of chrysanthemum tea, trying to cool down and reduce the heat, but failed and threw the cup lid back heavily on the table.
The metal collided with the wooden table, making a harsh sound. Jiang Qing was frightened and shuddered. She carefully raised her eyes to glance at the teacher's face, then quickly lowered her head.
It doesn’t matter, it’s all fake, all the storms are fake, she silently comforted herself in her heart.
Zhang Kuo: "Tell me, who started it?"
Jiang Qing supported her right elbow with her left hand and raised her hand weakly.
"I."
Lin Nanyan and Chen Heng, who spoke at the same time, were stunned for a moment, met each other's gazes, and then calmly looked away.
Zhang Kuo looked at the two young and energetic faces, gritted his teeth, and said sarcastically: "Oh, I didn't realize that you are so loyal."
Lin Nanyan remained silent, and Chen Heng sneered.
"We had a lot of fun in such a short time. We even managed to lead a lot of people through skipping classes." Speaking of this, Zhang Kuo always saw something that annoyed him. "Jiang Qing! Stand still! It's not your turn yet!"
Jiang Qing waved her hands to attract the teacher's attention and said weakly, "Teacher, is it possible that I was the leader?"
Zhang Kuo: "Don't interrupt!"
He thought he knew the students in their class very well. Although Jiang Qing was a poor student, she had never missed classes. Not to mention Lin Nanyan and Ye Meiyan, who were devoted to their studies and had never made any mistakes.
Among the people here, only Song Shuang and Chen Heng are suspects. One is the one who would ask for false leave, and the other is a newcomer who is a troublemaker and is not easy to deal with.
Judging from the current situation, the culprit is Chen Heng.
"Nan Yan, I don't object to you two being friends, but this isn't the only way to have a good relationship. If you really want to do good for your friend, you should study hard with him instead of fooling around with him."
After all, he was the top student in their class. Zhang Kuo couldn't help but slow down his tone and gave a heartfelt exhortation: "Teacher really admires your courage to stand up and take responsibility. Life is still a long way to go. It doesn't matter if you make mistakes. Whoever is responsible should be held responsible. Blindly covering up for others will only hurt them."
Jiang Qing: ...
You are right, I guessed it all wrong.
"Teacher, I completely agree with you," Jiang Qing said, blinking her eyes, sincere. "But I'm the one taking the lead."
"I took the lead." Song Shuang actively took responsibility.
Ye Meiyan also looked at Zhang Kuo and said, "It's me."
Zhang Kuo: ...
He was almost laughing with anger: "Alright, you won't change your words, right? Aren't you all loyal and responsible? Go write me a self-criticism."
He walked back and sat down, then turned around and said, "Five thousand words."
Song Shuang's eyes were about to pop out. Is there anything wrong with her ears? What did she hear? Five thousand?
"Not five hundred?" she murmured in disbelief.
Zhang Kuo said with a forced smile: "Five thousand. Hand it over to my desk tomorrow."
Oh my God, it takes her a long time to write an 800-word composition, and it will take her forever to finish 5,000 words.
She suddenly changed her tone: "Teacher, I was wrong. It was Lin Nanyan who started it. You can punish him by making him write a letter of apology. He is good at writing a letter of apology."
Zhang Kuo: "It's too late. I want to see your letter of apology tomorrow."
Watching the few people leave dejectedly, he turned around and snatched the newspaper that Li Dongming was covering his face with: "What are you doing, Teacher Li?"
Li Dongming hurriedly tidied up his desk: "I'm preparing lessons."
Zhang Kuo looked at Li Dongming, who seemed extremely busy and flustered. "Oh, he's preparing for class with the report card."
"Just look at the results and prescribe the right medicine." Li Dongming paused and carefully changed the subject: "Is there anything else, Teacher Zhang?"
Zhang Kuo didn't expose him: "Pay attention to your class next time. You won't even notice the student outside the door slipping away."
Li Dongming: ...
"I'll pay attention next time."
On the other side, Jiang Qing grabbed Lin Nanyan's arm and took a peek at the self-criticism he wrote while the teacher was not paying attention.
Lin Nanyan looked at the little head moving around in front of him and poked her head with the tip of the pen: "I've written it for you."
"Then hurry up." Jiang Qing urged. It would take her several hours to copy five thousand words.
Song Shuang looked behind her enviously, then looked at Ye Meiyan in front of her who was concentrating on writing very fluently. She bit the tip of the pen and thought, was she the only one who couldn't compose a single word for such a long time?
After thinking for a while, she turned around and stared at Wang Huaqiang who was running away. She crumpled the paper in her hand into a ball and threw it at his desk.
Soon she saw the other person unfold the small note and look at it for a while, then took out a piece of paper and started writing.
Song Shuang withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and waited for the cheating machine to come online.
Lin Nanyan quickly filled up a page and handed it to Jiang Qing. Seeing her busy writing, he couldn't help but say, "You..."
Jiang Qing turned her head in confusion. What happened?
Lin Nanyan: "It's nothing. Just write carefully and don't make your writing look the same. The teacher will be able to tell."
"Of course I know." Jiang Qing thought it was something else. She lay back down and continued her work of rewriting. "You tell me."
Lin Nanyan stopped writing and turned to look at the back of the classroom, where Chen Heng's seat was.
It was the first time he looked at the other person so carefully. He had black hair, fair skin, a well-proportioned face, and standard facial features. Even though the school uniform was loose on him, it didn't look mediocre.
Even he had to admit that Chen Heng had a face that was very popular with girls.
Realizing that someone was looking at him, Chen Heng stopped carving and looked up to meet Lin Nanyan's gaze. He couldn't help but smile provocatively.
Lin Nanyue turned his head expressionlessly, lowered his eyes and continued to write his self-criticism, but he accidentally tore the paper while writing.
He stuffed the torn papers into a ball and put them into his desk pocket, as if throwing away his chaotic thoughts.
A long and ordinary day passed, and night fell, covering up everyone's thoughts.
Jiang Qing and Lin Nanyan walked home in silence, and no one mentioned the topic in the gym that day.
Jiang Qing stopped first when they reached the gate of the community.
"After much thought, I have to make it clear to you that I'm not going to start over again just to keep going on in a muddle."
"Whether it's the reason why I traveled through time, or the truth behind your disappearance without saying goodbye, or even—"
She looked up, her eyes reflecting the other person's tall shadow: "It's the relationship between the two of us, I want to figure it out."
"Do you like me now?" Jiang Qing paused and continued, "Do you like me now?"
"To be more precise, do you like me in the past or me now?"
"Or," she stood on tiptoe and clamped Lin Nanyan's head with her hands, so that he could only look at her, stare at her, "all?"
Lin Nanyan was stunned, his eyes filled with the only thought of the girl who had become so etched in his mind that he couldn't let her go. His heart began to pound, a steady and rapid beat that asserted its presence, a force that couldn't be ignored.
Jiang Qing held Lin Nanyan's head and looked at his long eyelashes, fair skin, smooth facial lines, and beautiful eyes. Everything about him met her aesthetic standards.
The two were so close that their breaths seemed to be intertwined.
“Bang, bang—”
The night was dim, and the beating frequencies of the two hearts gradually became consistent.
For some reason, Jiang Qing also started to get nervous after asking this question.
The temperature on her face seemed to be rising, and the skin under her hands seemed to be burning, but she pretended nothing had happened, insisting on staying in this position, holding Lin Nanyan's head tightly to prevent him from moving.
Her eyes dropped, unconsciously staring at the other person's soft mouth. She wondered, what answer was she expecting?
"Everything," Lin Nanyan said, "I like you, everything."
The firm voice suddenly set off a fireworks show in the small corner of Jiang Qing's heart. Jiang Qing felt the joy rising from the depths of her heart. It turned out that she was expecting such an answer.
"Jiang Qing, I like..." Before Lin Nanyan could finish his words, his face was forcibly twisted to the side.
"Okay, okay, I got it." Jiang Qing quickly put down her hands, left the boy behind and ran forward.
She covered her red cheeks with the back of her hands to try to cool down, and walked faster and faster, almost jogging at the end, "No need to repeat yourself."
Lin Nanyan watched the girl running away without hesitation, stopped and tentatively touched the warmth left by Jiang Qing on his face with his hand, and couldn't help but reveal a rare and slightly silly smile.
Looking at the end of the road, it was empty and there was no trace of familiar people. He felt depressed again unconsciously.
What does Jiang Jiang’s behavior just now mean?
Does she like him?
Did she dislike him? Or did she... prefer Chen Heng...that type?
On the way upstairs, Lin Nanyan's thoughts were floating in the air and he couldn't pull them back no matter how hard he tried.
It seems like I'm nervous, happy, and sad.
Until he stood at the door and looked at the light coming through the crack in the door, all his thoughts burst like soap bubbles under the sunlight.
The voice-activated light in the stairwell flickered on and off, and he stared fixedly at the dim yellow light.
After a long time, the sculpture in the darkness slowly moved.
Lin Nan reached out, took out the key, and slowly unlocked the door.
“Click—”
The door opened, he looked up, and was hit hard in the face.
His face was burning with pain, as if it was burning, and the capillaries under his skin quickly burst, instantly staining his left cheek red.
Lin Nanyan's head was tilted to the side after being hit. He lowered his eyes, his expression unchanged.
It was just at this moment that he suddenly remembered the girl who gently held his face at the gate of the community, the girl's impatient denial in the gymnasium, the dream that Jiang Jiang had mentioned before, and his future self.
He suddenly laughed.
He was laughing at himself, laughing at his own stupidity, laughing at his own cowardice, laughing at his own incompetence.
Why did you only react now?
How come I only discovered the answer now?
What on earth is he doing these days?
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