Chapter 56 What kind of metaphor is this?
Qin Yu used to be called up and made to stand in punishment for sleeping in class, but it was only for one class at most, and he was still very impatient standing for just one class.
He couldn't imagine what it would be like to stand for a whole day.
What's more, Jiang Fengyan was originally known as a god of study. No matter how high he once stood, when he fell into the quagmire, there were many pairs of eyes staring at him.
So, how did he feel when he was called up and made to stand for a day?
Lower your head and try your best to ignore the surrounding sight and numb yourself?
Have you ever regretted violating school rules when you couldn’t stand?
Has he ever considered himself a flesh-and-blood person?
"Oh, yes, he also read a self-criticism after the flag-raising ceremony." To Zhao Xintong, Jiang Fengyan was a height that she could never reach no matter how hard she tried in her life, so she couldn't help but talk more. "He used to go on stage and read a speech, but when we heard that he was reading a self-criticism, the whole school was shocked."
Qin Yu withdrew his gaze from the notice board and suppressed the heavy thoughts in his heart. The air around him suddenly felt like it was filled with fine needles. Every time he took a breath, he felt a sharp pain in his throat and lungs, and even his heart began to beat with difficulty.
After Zhao Xintong finished speaking, she realized that she had said too much, and quickly changed the subject: "Shall I take you to see our classroom?"
Qin Yu had no expression on his face, and seemed to be uninterested in what Zhao Xintong said. Even Zhao Xintong thought so, but she heard Qin Yu say, "Take me to his original class to have a look."
"Who?" Zhao Xintong didn't react for a moment.
"Jiang Fengyan." Qin Yu looked at Zhao Xintong seriously.
"Ah?" Zhao Xintong was immediately puzzled, because to her, even if the academic god had fallen from the altar, he was still an existence that could only be admired from afar. What's more, Qin Yu was not a person who liked to socialize, so why would he want to get to know Jiang Fengyan?
"There's one thing I forgot to tell you." Qin Yu seemed to see what Zhao Xintong was thinking, and said slowly, "He is my boyfriend now."
Zhao Xintong's pupils widened instantly, and she looked at Qin Yu in disbelief. She was so shocked that she stuttered: "What did you say?"
"He transferred to Ning'an... not long after, we started dating." Qin Yu actually wanted to say that Jiang Fengyan transferred to Ning'an to find him, but this sentence was too heavy and the price he paid was too high. He couldn't bear it and didn't have the courage to say it out loud. He could only vaguely say, "It's been almost a month, and the relationship is pretty good at the moment."
"How is that possible?" Zhao Xintong and Jiang Fengyan have been in the same class for a whole year. During that time, she took the initiative to talk to him several times, but rarely got a response from him. Even if there was a response, it was just a nod or something. Now he tells her that the person she has admired for so long is in love? The object or your friend?
Qin Yu raised his eyes: "Do I have any need to lie to you?"
Qin Yu really had no need to lie to her.
Zhao Xintong slowly calmed down, slowly accepted the fact, and couldn't help gossiping: "Does he usually talk a lot?"
"..." Qin Yu didn't expect Zhao Xintong to ask such a question. He paused for a few seconds before replying, "Not bad."
"What is ok?" Zhao Xintong asked, "Speak one word at a time or one phrase at a time?"
Qin Yu: “…”
"Speak in whole sentences." Qin Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Have you ever seen anyone speak word by word?"
"The main thing is that he doesn't seem like someone who would fall in love!" Zhao Xintong, who was always eloquent, suddenly lost her words. "It's like a devil who doesn't care about worldly things suddenly gets wise. Who wouldn't be surprised?"
"What are you talking about?" Qin Yu frowned. "What kind of metaphor is that?"
"That's about it." Zhao Xintong couldn't think of an adjective and waved at Qin Yu. "Forget it. You want to go to his old classroom? I'll take you there."
There are four experimental classes in the sophomore and junior years, two in liberal arts and two in science. There are 40 students in each class. The number is not large, which shows how much importance Beicheng attaches to top students.
Zhao Xintong brought Qin Yu to Class 1, Grade 3, and pointed to the last seat in the first row: "He is tall and not nearsighted, so he often sits in the last row."
Jiang Fengyan moved out of Class 1 a month ago, and there is still an empty seat in the classroom. It should be that they haven't had time to select someone from the ordinary class to replace him.
And with just such a position, I wonder how many people would be jealous.
Qin Yu did not enter the classroom. He looked away after a few times and was about to go to lunch with Zhao Xintong when he suddenly saw the photocopied documents pasted on the wall next to him. They were full of text and there were six neatly pasted sheets.
Qin Yu looked at the title of the document and frowned: "Is this a school rule?"
Zhao Xintong looked at the document and nodded: "Yes."
"You just said he copied this thing, and copied it dozens of times at a time?"
Zhao Xintong was actually feeling very depressed.
When she heard people say that Jiang Fengyan was asked to copy the school rules dozens of times as punishment, she felt inexplicably irritated and started to curse along with Qin Yu: "Yes. How can a person copy this? How long does it take to copy it once? There is not much rest time to begin with, and if you copy this, you won't even have time to sleep."
His body felt like it was filled with heavy lead water, and his limbs and internal organs were all weighed down. Qin Yu had difficulty breathing and stood stiffly, but the burning pain slowly rising from his blood made him unbearable.
"Zhao Xintong." Qin Yu whispered, "What do you think I should do?"
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Jiang Fengyan didn't know that someone was thinking about him. After finishing taking notes for another test point, he got up and went out of the room to have lunch.
Chen Lixue was cooking soup. Seeing her son coming out, she wiped her hands with a cloth and served Jiang Fengyan a bowl of rice: "The soup is not ready yet, you eat first."
"Sit down and eat together." Jiang Fengyan helped Chen Lixue pull them apart, "Don't rush for the soup."
Chen Lixue turned her head to look at the soup in the kitchen. Thinking that it would take a while for the soup to cook, she made herself a bowl of rice and said, "Okay."
The dishes were already placed on the table. Jiang Fengyan picked up the chopsticks, picked up a vegetable, and started eating.
Although Chen Lixue was also eating, she would glance at Jiang Fengyan from time to time, causing Jiang Fengyan to notice Chen Lixue's gaze even without looking up: "Do you have anything to say?"
Since Jiang Fengyan asked, Chen Lixue no longer hid the question: "Can I go to your room to take a look? I want to know what you are doing during the three days of National Day."
Jiang Fengyan held the chopsticks in his hand. After hearing what he said, his hand tightened a little, and his eyes were dark: "It's inconvenient."
Chen Lixue was rejected by Jiang Fengyan, and her face looked unhappy: "Then tell me what you have been doing these days."
Jiang Fengyan's eyes fell on the rice, his breathing became heavier, and he calmed down and said slowly: "Do some exercises."
"You've been doing exercises for three days?" Chen Lixue didn't quite believe Jiang Fengyan's words. "How many exercises can you do?"
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