Chapter 50: Hyena and the Moon
It was just a name, but his body reacted faster than his mind, and he felt a tingling tingle in his heart.
"without."
Xu Jiqing watched Su Xia walk towards him step by step. He was a little anxious at first, but walked slower and slower as he got closer to the bed. When he saw the gauze on his arms and neck clearly, his already moist eyes became even redder, and he carefully sat down on the plastic stool next to him.
She looked like she had been crying.
Her watery almond eyes turned into peach skins, as if burned by his injury. She glanced at him and then quickly looked away. She blinked several times before her long eyelashes opened again.
"Sit closer."
Su Xia said "Oh" and moved the plastic stool forward two steps.
Xu Jiqing asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"
"...I want to see with my own eyes if you are okay."
"I'll be back tomorrow."
Su Xia shook her head vigorously, suppressing her tears. "I saw everything. The squad leader said he heard a noise on the ridge of the field, and you guys haven't come back yet."
"Um."
She saw it, Xu Jiqing knew it.
The girl's slightly trembling voice was in his ears, but his sight was firmly attracted by Su Xia's watery eyes, and he couldn't move away at all.
It's not like Su Xia had never been angry in front of him before. Once when they first met after transferring to another school, and once again when she stood up for him at the night market.
Xu Jiqing once thought that the restlessness in his heart at that time was the same as when Xu Jiaojiao was crying, and he wanted her to stop.
But now, a certain indescribable excitement was growing stronger and stronger, becoming the logical explanation for that restlessness.
He wanted to see her continue.
He wondered if Su Xia would really shed tears for him.
So he continued to ask, "What did you see?"
Su Xia took two deep breaths, looked down, and steadied her breath. "He was sitting there, and you were covered in blood, staggering, facing him..."
She paused, swallowed visibly, and turned her trembling face to the side.
"You saw me kneel down, didn't you?"
Xu Jiqing helped her complete it.
Su Xia didn't expect him to say these two words so easily.
She couldn't bear to hear it, a dull sourness welled up in her throat, and her hand unconsciously placed on the quilt covering him, and her voice was very soft, "Is it because it hurts too much?"
This was the only possibility the little princess could think of.
Because it hurts so much.
So beg for mercy, so give up dignity.
Xu Jiqing looked at her quietly for a while.
His expression was indifferent, but his eyes were burning. From the girl's furrowed brows to her increasingly moist eyes, he was urged by his increasingly rapid heartbeat to lie without any shame, "Yeah."
Almost at the same time as he answered, Su Xia started crying.
It was faster and more violent than he had imagined.
The flower that grew up in the greenhouse even cried like a little girl, with its shoulders trembling and sobbing, its rosy and tender lips tightly closed, but it still couldn't help but let out very soft sobs, as if it was really the most pitiful person in the world, so aggrieved that the clinician asked "What's wrong" through the curtain.
Xu Jiqing's pupils shrank very small, and his eyes stared at her without blinking.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and my blood was getting hotter and hotter, like some kind of hysteria.
Maybe it's inertia.
Or maybe he was simply scared.
Or maybe it was something else he didn't understand, the deep pain she had experienced alone in her world.
Xu Jiqing almost relied on delusion to match the words one by one, trying to understand why she couldn't stop crying.
I don't know how long he looked at me like this.
Su Xia raised her hand to wipe away her tears, feeling extremely embarrassed. She looked at him with a softer gaze than usual, and said in a muffled nasal voice, "So, are you still in pain now?"
"The doctor just came. Did he tell me anything to be careful about?"
Xu Jiqing's Adam's apple rolled. He couldn't bear to shed those tears, but he couldn't stop his despicable experiments. He wanted to be the villain who took advantage of the situation.
"You can't make a fist, or the wound will split."
He knew very well what kind of character he had.
He is meticulous and habitually considers several steps before making any choice.
He also admitted that he had thought of the next sentence a second before he said it.
He wanted to shamelessly pretend not to care and casually raise his ugly right hand which was just below Su Xia's sight, to imply that he couldn't make a fist anyway, in order to win more sympathy from this soft-hearted girl.
But he didn't expect that Su Xia's tear-stained hand would slip into the palm of his right hand.
Like a flexible and soft little fish, it was trying to pull the hook with him, wet and wrapped around his two fingers that were unable to straighten out.
"Then hold me."
Su Xia raised her eyes, tears filled with guilt, but she still tried to force a smile. Her two dimples were so deep that it seemed as if she wanted to drown Xu Jiqing in them.
She felt very distressed.
She gently stroked his little finger and said, "Xu Jiqing, if it hurts, just hold my hand."
Xu Jiqing's heart was burning and he could hardly speak.
His little finger had lost sensation for a long time, and only occasionally would it feel a numb tingling sensation, like ants crawling under his skin.
But after being touched by her like this, the unbearable tingling sensation seemed to turn into candy held by ants, melting into sticky and hot, flowing all over his limbs.
He was like a hyena trying to steal a lamp but being embraced by the moon.
Even though he knew he was unworthy, he turned his face away in shame because at the age of seventeen he finally got what he really wanted.
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The victims of this violent incident were too sensitive, the teachers were absent for the entire night, and all kinds of rumors were flying around.
Even after the entire grade finished their trip and went home and returned to school as usual on Monday, people were still discussing this matter.
Especially in the mathematics competition class which was at the center of the incident, the scene became very lively as soon as the two protagonists were called to Zhang Jianyuan's office.
It was said that the two met Huang Weiwei in a tea-frying class and got into a fight out of jealousy.
Some say it was because of the resentment that had been planted during the evening self-study session, which Xu Jiqing had endured for a month and finally erupted...
Except for the group of Class A minions around Li Rui, most people saw it clearly—
Wherever there is gunfire, there is the enemy.
Otherwise, how come the post on the school’s small tree hole was flooded with comments on several screens, but no one in the grade paid any attention to it?
However, only gossips such as competing for places in the provincial competition became targets. As soon as they appeared in the small tree hole, the administrators would delete them accurately, and none of them survived the night.
There was a boy in Class A who was destined not to have the chance to compete this year. He had no burden at all and ran to the office door and listened in the corner for a long time. He sat back in his seat under the eager gazes of the whole classroom. He didn't dare to say a word, took out his mobile phone and sent a message in the small group without a teacher.
I am very strict about burning messages after reading them. I will wait two seconds after posting one and then delete it immediately.
Li Rui insisted that Xu Jiqing wanted to kill him, that the wound on his arm was his own fault, and that his neck was pinched by Xu Jiqing.
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