Greed & Laziness (11)
Song Shu looked at Qiao Qing, then at Baby Face. Baby Face was very good at keeping silent, while Qiao Qing took Baby Face's milk aside unhappily and said, "Drink mine."
When Song Shu saw this, he thought that their conflict had not been resolved, so he shook his head and refused: "I'm full, I don't want to drink."
The baby-faced man pursed his lips, took the milk and left. Qiao Qing looked at his back and curled her lips in disdain.
Song Shu felt that they were still arguing and treating him as part of a play. He felt a little headache, but he didn't care too much.
The school festival was in half a month, about two weeks. Apart from the troubles of the seal and bloodsucking, Song Shu lived a normal life. If there was anything that bothered him, it was probably that Baby Face would come to give him milk every day, and he didn't use Qiao Qing as an excuse, but gave it directly to him.
Qiao Qing would continue to argue with Baby Face at first, but later he felt it was boring and simply ignored him. Song Shu asked Qiao Qing if he was angry with Baby Face, and Qiao Qing said in a more serious tone: "No."
Song Shu stopped asking.
However, after delivering milk for four consecutive days, Baby Face suddenly could not enter their class. Because the students near the door did not allow him to enter, he would be glared at by the students in the classroom if he sneaked in occasionally.
When Baby Face came to see Qiao Qing before, he didn’t see how unhappy the students in that area were.
Maybe it's been a long time, and they also think that Baby Face is too persistent and feel sorry for Qiao Qing?
Song Shu had never thought that it was because Baby Face had come to see Qiao Qing before, and now he was looking for him. But after spending a few days together, he did find something strange about this class.
——Their class is much quieter than other classes, and has some unspoken rules that other classes don’t have.
Speaking of the hidden rules, it was during a rehearsal of a play one day. Song Shu, who played the role of a tree, stood on the stage in a daze. Next to him was another tree, Qin Sang, who had upgraded his skill to the point where he could fall asleep while standing. Song Shu, who was standing next to him, was also infected by him and felt sleepy.
Until a grass moved over.
"Hey!"
Song Shu looked around and saw no one. The man whispered again, "Squad leader, lower your head."
Song Shu saw a blade of grass. This time, the props group only needed to stand and practice their movements, and the focus was on the script that the leading actors were rehearsing. Song Shu and Xiaocao chatted in a daze, and the content of the conversation was class gossip.
Xiaocao is known as the know-it-all in the class. He claims to know even what underwear each classmate is wearing today.
555: [Ask him if he knows what color underwear you are wearing.]
Song Shu: "...Get lost!"
Xiao Cao also talked about a lot of gossip outside the class, most of which was about who was dating who and who was cheating on who at the same time. Song Shu listened with great interest until Xiao Cao looked at him mysteriously.
Xiaocao was squatting the whole time. Song Shu lowered his head and looked at her carefully for the first time. He found that Xiaocao had a pair of beautiful puppy eyes, which were also very bright.
"Song Shu, do you know what secrets our class has..."
"Sui Yue, come here."
Xiaocao's words were interrupted. The gloomy eyes of the cultural and entertainment committee member softened when they touched Song Shu, but his expression was not very good. He looked at Xiaocao as if he was a damned criminal who leaked secrets: "I have something to entrust to you."
Sui Yue lowered her eyes, her eyelashes covering her pupils. She trembled and looked up at Song Shu with a pursed smile: "Then I'll go first. We can chat again when we have time."
Song Shu did not doubt him and nodded: "Okay."
Sui Yue followed the entertainment committee member and left. In the next two days, Song Shu did not see Sui Yue again. Song Shu originally wanted to find out what Sui Yue said about the secret in the class, but Sui Yue did not show up.
Song Shu asked the cultural and entertainment committee member about this, but the committee member had an indifferent expression: "He did something wrong, and his parents scolded him and put him under house arrest. It will take three days for the house arrest to be lifted and he can continue to go to school."
Song Shu pursed her lips and said nothing, but her doubts grew even stronger. This class was indeed very strange.
Sui Yue didn't come, so Song Shu started asking people around him. Qiao Qing had just transferred here, and he didn't know much better than him, but when he asked other people, they were all flattered at first, and then they became uncomfortable for a moment after hearing his indirect questions: "What are you talking about, squad leader? There are no unspoken rules here."
"You're the class monitor. Aren't you the one who knows our class best? Why are you still curious about this?"
The answers he got were basically the same, like templates, or more like robot answers that had been programmed long ago, which made Song Shu even more curious. He even asked Qin Sang, who yawned on his shoulder at the time: "Does father care about them? They are all mentally ill people, don't get too close to them."
Song Shu was even more curious, but he couldn't get anything out of other people, as they were wary of him. So Song Shu used a little trick and asked Qiao Qing to help him ask.
With the thought that "Qiao Qing is a popular person, I will definitely be able to get something out of him", Song Shu looked forward to seeing Qiao Qing off. But the result was the same. Qiao Qing also said that he could not get anything out of him, and even when he came back, his expression was still pale: "Their expressions were too scary. Aren't they just asking two questions?"
Qiao Qing fell softly on Song Shu, "Squad leader, I'm injured."
Song Shu felt a little guilty, "Sorry, I didn't expect that..."
Clearly, when he asked earlier, the expressions of those people were just a little strange, not that scary. Qiao Qing rubbed his shoulder and complained happily: "It's so scary."
How come Song Shu's arms and shoulders are so soft, and there is a very special fragrance on her body? Qiao Qing took advantage of Song Shu's softness and leaned on his shoulders, his nose twitching like a puppy.
Song Shu smells really good, and her body is a little soft. She comes to the classroom so early every day, and she tends to be a little forgetful. She usually forgets to eat breakfast and lunch, right? Someone needs to take care of her.
Qiao Qing looked at Song Shu and sniffed with the tip of his nose. When he was about to go up again, he saw Song Shu's somewhat puzzled eyes.
It's not particularly cold, but there's no warmth either, as if I'm looking at a stranger I'm not very familiar with.
Qiao Qing was very embarrassed, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him. He sat up straight and said, "I'm fine."
Song Shu handed him a candy and apologized again, but Qiao Qing felt even worse. He couldn't say exactly where he felt uncomfortable, but he felt like he had a severe heart attack.
Seeing Song Shu turning back to continue writing and drawing, and not caring about him at all, Qiao Qing felt even more heartbroken.
Song Shu didn't pay attention to Qiao Qing's psychological activities. Later, he went to the student union, and Ji Ting found a very familiar name of a deceased person from his pile of love letters.
"Do you still remember him? That little classmate from before, he actually gave you a love letter." Ji Ting handed over the love letter: "Are you interested?"
Afraid that Song Shu might misunderstand something, Ji Ting explained: "I only read the last signature on all the love letters."
Is it really related to him?
Song Shu hesitated for a moment, but finally took the love letter.
He no longer remembered when he received these love letters. But according to Ji Ting, these were love letters from the second student who died in the school infirmary.
Song Shu opened it, closed it again in less than half a minute, put the love letter back on the table, and fell into thought.
The second deceased died two or three days before he came in, which means that the scene where the deceased handed him the love letter happened in the background. That's why he didn't remember seeing the deceased.
Ji Ting saw that Song Shu didn't even blink once after picking up the love letter, and couldn't help but smile: "You don't seem surprised."
Song Shu was stunned for a moment: "What are you surprised about?"
Ji Ting shook his head: "Nothing."
If you don't even want to read a love letter, then naturally you won't have any emotion about the overly passionate confession in the love letter. For someone like Song Shu, maybe you usually receive too many love letters. If you don't intend to accept any, it doesn't matter whether you open it or not.
Ji Ting: "According to the diary, he should have liked Qiao Qing during this period."
But now here is his love letter to Song Shu.
“It’s really fraternity.”
Is it universal love, or has the object of love been tampered with? After all, the dead cannot speak.
Ji Ting looked at Song Shu: "Today is also the third day since the last person died, but nothing happened."
"Do you think the murderer has given up on killing people?"
Song Shu: “I don’t think so.”
More like looking for the next victim.
"Yesterday I went to the government to ask why you were assigned this job, and the government staff just said it was a normal work arrangement."
Ji Ting crossed his legs, his expression indifferent and playful: "But it just so happens that I have some connections over there, guess what I got?"
"They said that it was someone above them who arranged this and designated you to go to the monastery."
The cleaning work in the monastery was originally an easy and simple job, and the pay was not too high, but when it fell to Song Shu, not only was the workload halved, but the pay also doubled.
Government workers said that Song Shu is an orphan and this is targeted poverty alleviation.
Ji Ting didn't believe this statement. He now felt more and more that Song Shu had something to do with those dead people.
After this chat, Song Shu spent another day without incident. In the four days that followed, the murderer did not kill again.
Sui Yue did not come to class that day. Song Shu counted down the three days and was eager to know what the unspoken rules and secrets in the class were.
He had been working hard at the monastery these days, and had met the priest many times. Several times, the priest looked at him as if he were a fool, which made Song Shu feel a subtle sense of familiarity.
After finishing work for the day, the priest closed the extremely thick book again, said nothing, and waited for Song Shu to activate his skill to go home.
But after a while a nun came running over and said something happened in the church and asked the priest to go back.
"Then I will go back by myself today."
Song Shu's face instantly brightened up, as if the weather had cleared up, beautiful enough to be paired with the BGM of "surviving a disaster". However, in the priest's eyes, it was an expression that made him want to be fucked.
The priest said coldly, "Come here."
Song Shu: "...Can I refuse?"
The priest stared at him: "No."
Song Shu felt even more familiar with this tone. He wanted to say something but stopped himself, but still felt it was outrageous.
Isn't there already a Song Yinxing? Why is there another one?
How is that possible?
Song Shu agreed with an attitude of seeking confirmation, but the priest looked at him and said, "Vampires enter the church? Wait for me here."
Song Shu: “…”
Damn it, why do I feel like I'm being treated as a fool again?
The priest and the nun left in a hurry, and Song Shu was bored and started to play truant with 555.
"555-chan, pay attention to me."
【What's wrong, 2D-chan. 】
Song Shu: "There's something wrong with this world."
[You've said it many times. After all, this is the last world, so I have to give you some difficulty.]
Song Shu thought about the impossible case and suddenly felt discouraged.
Song Shu stood there depressed for a while, and soon a pair of leather shoes appeared in front of him.
Familiar pattern.
Song Shu looked up, and Qin Sang yawned: "Brother, I'm here to take you home."
Song Shu threw away the stick he was using to draw circles, and caught the person falling into his arms: "Are you not sleepy today?"
Qin Sang sleeps 24 or 25 hours a day. Song Shu doubts whether he is sick and asks Qin Sang about it, but Qin Sang tells him not to worry, saying that this is one of the characteristics of vampires and that he, Qin Sang, is just a particularly lazy vampire.
A flock of crows flew over Song Shu's head at that moment.
Qin Sang hugged Song Shu, pressing his shoulders and tightening his grip: "I'm not sleepy today, let's go home."
Song Shu pulled one hand out with difficulty: "Well, but I have to leave a letter for the priest, lest he thinks I'm lost."
Qin Sang held his hand and turned around again: "No need, he's here."
Song Shu: ? ?
Song Shu was released by Qin Sang. There was no longer that tight hug. Qin Sang still held him lazily like a koala.
There was some distance between them and the priest.
The priest had changed out of his robes and was now wearing a simple black windbreaker. He looked towards them silently.
Song Shu suddenly felt a little guilty, but this guilt quickly disappeared. After all, the relationship between him and Qin Sang was not something shameful.
"I'm going back with Qin Sang today, so you don't need to see me off. Thank you for taking care of me these days."
When Song Shu doesn't like someone, he always behaves politely to the extreme in a cold manner.
This is what he taught Song Shu. Be polite, but don't leave any illusions for the other person. This is the coldest way to reject someone.
He had never seen Song Shu like this, and Song Shu would never treat him like this. It turned out that in the eyes of "others" who had a crush on Song Shu, even rejection was so powerless, leaving people with nothing but fantasies.
Song Yinxing looked into Song Shu's eyes, very seriously, and a small version of himself was reflected in them. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and leaned against the wall: "Whatever you want."
Qin Sang: "Uncle, smoking will shorten your life."
Song Shu: “……!”
Song Shu pushed Qin Sang, his face flushed, and he said sorry to Song Yinxing.
This is how he and Song Shu get along with each other, and Song Shu also uses it on Qin Sang.
Song Yinxing was so annoyed that he wanted to pull out his gun.
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