"Until one time, someone in the class babbled a few words at his mother, and he picked up a chair and hit him with it again and again. He hit him so hard that he almost cracked the person's head open. After that, no one in the class dared to bully him anymore."
“You didn’t see what he looked like back then, it was terrifying. If the teacher hadn’t come later, we all suspected he could have killed someone.”
"I see..." Xia Linyin didn't seem scared. Even a rabbit will bite when cornered. As long as you don't provoke him, he won't hit you for no reason. "What's his name?"
"Mo Li," Zhou Xiaoyun said softly, then, seeing Xia Linyin still looking interested, asked, "He smells...didn't you smell it?"
Zhou Xiaoyun waved her hand in front of her nose and said with disgust, "We don't dare to go near him, afraid that lice will jump onto us. He definitely doesn't take a bath."
A faint, sour smell filled the air. Looking at Mo Li's greasy hair, which looked like it hadn't been washed in days, Xia Linyin pursed her lips. "It does smell a bit..."
The two boys in the back seat craned their necks to eavesdrop for a while, and one of them suddenly shouted, "Damn it! Zhou Xiaoyun, are you whispering bad things about me?!"
Zhou Xiaoyun patted her chest, which was pounding with fear, "You scared me to death! You're just imagining things, who said anything bad about you!"
Before the two could exchange more than a few words, the school bell rang.
This was a math class, and Xia Linyin would occasionally glance at the figure in front of her. Every time she looked at the blackboard and looked back, she couldn't help but glance at the figure in front of her.
Xia Linyin wasn't a very curious person, but perhaps it was what Zhou Xiaoyun said that didn't frighten her, but instead aroused her curiosity and interest.
That's why she couldn't help but pay attention to him.
Perhaps sensing her gaze occasionally falling on him, Xia Linyin felt that his posture was much stiffer than in the first class, and couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth slightly.
With a "thud," Mo Li glanced at the pencil that had fallen to the ground and bent down to pick it up.
Only a short pencil remained, lying in front of a pair of shiny, obviously expensive leather shoes. The white socks that went past the ankles had a circle of red cherry patterns, and above that were snow-white, well-proportioned, slender calves. The blue pleated school skirt issued by the school just reached the knees.
His mother once had a piece of mutton fat jade that she really liked. It was delicate and flawless. Although she wore it around her neck, his mother would often take it out from under her clothes and caress it with great affection.
He touched it too, and it was indeed very smooth and pleasant to touch. Later, his father snatched the jade from his mother's neck and sold it.
Mo Li always missed that warm and delicate touch, carrying her mother's body temperature, and believed that there was no better touch in the world than that piece of mutton fat jade.
Even now, looking at the pair of calves in front of him, these calves that are smoother and more delicate than mutton fat jade, he feels that they must be even more pleasant to touch than that piece of mutton fat jade.
Its lines are beautiful, and it even exudes a faint fragrance...
Although he stared intently, Mo Li had no intention of actually reaching out to touch them. He felt that these legs were like graceful lotus flowers, meant to be admired from afar but not to be touched.
It's so beautiful...
Mo Li was jolted out of his daze when Xia Linyin moved her legs. He looked up and met Xia Linyin's gaze.
He was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses with thick lenses that looked dusty and hadn't been wiped in a long time.
Her bangs were long, covering her eyebrows and eyes. Her chin was sharp, her complexion wasn't good, and her lips were a bit dry and chapped.
Finally, she saw the boy's face. Although his long bangs and thick glasses obscured most of his features, Xia Linyin smiled at him.
Then she saw the boy turn around and sit down quickly, like a thief caught stealing something.
The speed was so fast it was as if she had seen a raging flood or a ferocious beast. Xia Linyin shrugged. Was she really that scary?
Mo Li, with his head down, glanced at his hand holding the pencil. It was thin and dry, like a chicken claw, with years of grime under his fingernails. He picked up an eraser and wiped his dirty hand.
For the first time, he felt so dark and dirty, like a rat in a stinky ditch. Although his father often scolded him like that, he had never paid attention to it before.
Mo Li rubbed the back of his hand repeatedly, even as his skin turned red, he continued rubbing his hand as if he felt no pain.
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