dispute
The fantasy of killing everyone lasted for the entire afternoon.
However, the closer he got to the expected moment of counterattack, the more upset Zhang Jusong became.
It was the last class in the afternoon, and most people in the classroom were thinking about food, thinking about which cafeteria to go to or what takeout to order that night.
In university classes, the classrooms and seats are not fixed. Generally speaking, students who are close to each other will sit together.
For example, Lei Yi and several male classmates occupied the middle seat in the fourth row.
Zhang Jusong glanced at the group of people with a calm gaze and went to look at the courseware.
I can't get into it at all.
All thoughts revolve around the possible conflict that might occur next.
Fear, excitement, worry...all these emotions mixed together, causing her heart to beat faster and faster.
It had been a long, long time since she had quarreled with anyone. Even when she saw outrageous remarks on the Internet, she subconsciously avoided a quarrel.
She has developed a habit of hating arguments, fearing arguments, and running away from them. It seems that if there is no quarrel, there will be no conflict.
A small voice lingered in her mind, her own voice:
"Or, forget it."
"If they really quarrel, it will be so ugly."
"He has a lot of friends. If there's a conflict later, no one will help you."
"Just talk about it in private, why make a big fuss?"
"People will laugh at you."
…
The most annoying thing was that the Tang Monk who was chanting the spell was actually her.
Zhang Jusong was in a state of confusion. She reached into the desk and grabbed a stack of A4 papers, like Sun Wukong holding the golden hoop stick.
The get out of class is over, the teacher left, and the students got up one after another.
Lei Yi also stood up and talked and laughed with the boy next to him.
He was smiling at this time.
Why is he smiling?
Zhang Jusong pursed his lips tightly. He was the one who did something wrong, so why was he the one who was struggling and feeling uncomfortable?
She stood up quickly and blocked Lei Yi's way holding the stack of A4 papers.
The words that I had rehearsed thousands of times in my mind came out of my mouth.
"Is this post on your Moments about me?"
She could even detect a tremor in her voice, probably from fear.
But it didn't matter, she said it anyway.
The classroom was originally noisy after class, with countless buzzing conversations, but it was completely quiet. A student who had already walked out of the classroom was attracted by the silence and turned back.
I saw a usually quiet female classmate in the class stopping a male classmate with a stack of papers. I keenly realized that something interesting was going to happen, so I turned on tiptoe and came over to watch the show.
Lei Yi was very surprised and stared at Zhang Jusong as if he had heard a mute speak.
Zhang Jusong's voice rang out: "Speak up, it was you who said that I was irresponsible when doing group work."
It's not a question, it's an affirmation.
Lei Yi snorted coldly: "What? Are you sick?"
Zhang Jusong simply showed the screenshots he had printed out to everyone: "You all have added him to your circle of friends, so you should have seen it. I didn't expect there would be such a mean person in the world who would turn the tables and push the blame onto me."
"What? Are you treating me like a fool? Here is the chat record of our group assignment. Open your eyes and take a good look to see who is irresponsible!"
The printed and bound chat records were circulated among the classmates, like the fuse that ignited the explosives, which brought out many whispers.
"Wow, tear it in front of my face."
"It's fine if you just paddled, but you still say that about others."
"Why is this happening?"
Lei Yi snatched the chat history of his classmate next to him, his square face flushed red, and he yelled: "What a mess, Zhang Jusong, what are you doing!"
"I want you to apologize."
Zhang Jusong stared at him, not yelling or making a fuss, but his attitude was extremely firm: "Lei Yi, let me tell you, I don't cause trouble, but I'm not afraid of trouble either!"
Lei Yi sneered, pointed at Zhang Jusong and the students around him and said, "There's something wrong with this girl."
Having said that, he was about to leave.
Zhang Jusong took a step to the left, still blocking his way, refusing to give way.
"Apologize."
"Fuck you, you have no shame."
Lei Yi was so angry that he relied on his height and strength to push Zhang Jusong hard.
Zhang Jusong’s eyes suddenly widened.
It was a bad decision. I didn't expect this despicable man would dare to attack me in public.
The classmates’ exclamations, the orange twilight cast on the blackboard, and the weightless body falling backwards quickly.
The expected pain did not come, but I fell into a warm embrace, with a faint and refreshing scent of orange blossoms. The world turned upside down, and a pair of light brown eyes suddenly appeared in my sight.
"Sister—are you okay?"
Being held in Xia Zhiheng's strong arms, Zhang Jusong was still in shock.
He held her steady, carefully, as if she were a crown on a red velvet cushion.
"Stand firm."
The next moment, Xia Zhiheng grabbed Lei Yi's hand that was pushing him, and pushed him onto the desk with a standard grappling technique. The movement was clean and neat.
Lei Yi was unable to move at all, thrashing about like a pig waiting to be slaughtered: "Let go! It hurts! It hurts!"
"Oh, you feel the pain when it happens to you?"
As he spoke, Xia Zhiheng even increased his strength, and a higher-decibel roar immediately rang out in the classroom.
Zhang Jusong came back to his senses and called out to him, "Xia Zhiheng, let go."
With just one sentence, Xia Zhiheng let go of his hand cleanly and neatly.
He looked back, smiled harmlessly at Zhang Jusong, and put his hands in his trouser pockets.
Lei Yi struggled to get up and wanted to curse, but when he saw Xia Zhiheng, he swallowed the curse words that were on the tip of his tongue. He just glared at Zhang Jusong with hatred, but dared not say anything.
When things got to this point, the teacher who learned the news returned.
The teacher of this course is Ju Zheng, a lecturer in her thirties with a round face and a good temperament. As soon as she entered the room, she asked both parties about the situation and also verified with several group members.
After understanding the whole story, Ju Zheng pushed the frame of his glasses and said, "We are all college students. We all have some idea of what we should and shouldn't do, right?"
"Lei Yi," she said seriously, "You did something inappropriate in this matter. You have to apologize to Zhang Jusong."
Lei Yi stretched his neck and looked up at the sky, refusing to answer.
Ju Zheng folded her arms and said, "I understand that apologizing is something that requires courage. Lei Yi, you are an A-level student, you don't have the courage to do this, do you?"
"Or do you prefer to use your courage to deal with your regular grades in this course?"
Being stared at sternly by the teacher, Lei Yi could only apologize reluctantly. The word "I'm sorry" slipped out of his mouth as if it was burned, and was unclear.
"You also have to post an apology on your circle of friends." Zhang Jusong said in her usual soft and gentle voice.
Two minutes later, the first message on Lei Yi's circle of friends became an apology statement.
A great victory.
As soon as he issued his apology, Lei Yi slipped away. The students who had watched the whole process were satisfied and left in twos and threes.
Before leaving, Ju Zheng patted Zhang Jusong on the right shoulder and said, "Did you write the conclusion? The point of view is very interesting."
For a moment, Zhang Jusong thought he had heard it wrong.
"Ah, really?"
Her confused expression made Ju Zheng laugh: "Yes. It's a good idea, but it's a little superficial since it hasn't been investigated by society."
“Keep working on it.”
Zhang Jusong held her face with both hands, a smile on her lips. The joy in her heart was even greater than when she saw Lei Yi apologize just now, like eating an orange-flavored popsicle in the middle of summer, refreshing and sweet.
After laughing for a while, she looked up and glanced at Xia Zhiheng. She saw that he was also smiling, which made her feel a little strange.
"What are you laughing at? Ah, did the interview go well?"
Xia Zhiheng nodded with a smile: "Yeah, that's it."
Maybe it was because he was so cute when he smiled, or maybe it was because his one-trick move just now was so cool, a brave girl came over and asked him, "Can I add you on WeChat?"
Xia Zhiheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhang Jusong: "Then you have to ask her."
The girl cast an inquiring look over.
"Ju Song, is this your boyfriend?"
"No, he's my neighbor's younger brother." Zhang Jusong waved his hands, "Well... he's still a high school student, so it might not be convenient."
The girl didn't get angry, she smiled and said, "Haha, it's all because your brother is too handsome."
After saying that, she linked arms with another girl and walked out while chatting, bursting into laughter from time to time.
Zhang Jusong had sharp ears and heard one or two sentences, probably some joke like “It’s okay, sister can wait for you to grow up, hahahaha”.
She subconsciously looked at Xia Zhiheng.
The latter was flipping through the chat records she printed out, seemingly absorbed in them.
Fortunately, he didn't hear it.
Zhang Jusong breathed a sigh of relief and asked as he packed his things, "By the way, how did you find this place?"
"Um?"
Without even looking up, Xia Zhiheng flipped a page with his slender white fingers and answered nonchalantly, "When you took me around the school, you said your department held classes in this building."
Did she say this? Zhang Jusong was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, he vaguely remembered that she seemed to have said this.
But, how can you remember such a boring sentence?
This memory is really good! Zhang Jusong was in awe.
After sorting out the other odds and ends, the only thing left was the chat record in Xia Zhiheng's hand.
Zhang Jusong raised his head and caught a glimpse of Xia Zhiheng in the twilight.
At this time, the sky was slightly dark, and the summer evening breeze passed through the glass windows, rippling the light green gauze curtains.
The silhouette of the boy on the green screen window looks like a painting. Strangely, it doesn't look like a new painting, but rather like an old painting that has been hanging in the corner for many years, with slightly wrinkled paper and yellowing, quietly waiting. One day, the viewer inadvertently looks back and is surprised to find that there is such a painting.
"Is there anything interesting outside the window?"
Xia Zhiheng folded the paper in his hand and a smile appeared on his cheeks.
"Ah?" Zhang Jusong blinked. "Yeah, I see there are quite a lot of people outside. The cafeteria should be full by now."
She grabbed her phone and took a look. Yes, she still had plenty of time.
"How about we go out to eat?"
"Okay."
Xia Zhiheng came over and handed her the paper.
"What to eat?"
Zhang Jusong thought for a moment and said with a smile, "I'll take you to eat hotpot."
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