Little Cutie, you haven't subscribed enough to this article ~ You can read the latest content after supplementing your subscription. The bathroom was a few square meters, and it was crowded with people fighting and trying to stop each other. Jiang Yufan opened his shoulders and saw Le Zhishi at a glance. His right eye was bruised, and the corner of his mouth was broken. His shirt was torn open, and blood dripped onto the knitted vest of his school uniform. The school badge was stained red.
His face was filled with anger that had never been seen before.
"All of you, follow me to the office. What are the others looking at? Didn't you hear the bell? Go back to your morning self-study session! "
Jiang Yufan couldn't understand why Le Zhishi would fight with others. This wasn't his style at all. He would believe it if someone said he was possessed by a ghost. Not only him, but the whole class was dumbfounded when they heard about this.
"Who fought? Le Zhishi? You must be kidding … "
"No way, let alone fighting, Le Zhishi wasn't even late. Oh, except for the first day of school."
"I heard that he was standing up for the student from the next class who skipped a grade. I don't see them interact much. Is it worth fighting with someone like Wang Jie for him?"
"It was one against four."
"Damn, Le is awesome."
Some people leaned against the window of Group 4 and looked at the high school building opposite. The administrative offices of the head teacher and the head teacher were on the second and third floors of the building opposite.
"I can't see anything …"
"He's probably still lecturing? Maybe he'll come out and write a self-reflection in the corridor later. "
Jiang Yufan was very anxious and uneasy. He heard the girl in front of him talk about the other person involved.
"Cheng Mingming. He has a grudge with Wang Jie for a long time. They were elementary school classmates. The last time I ate in the cafeteria, I heard him tell others that Wang Jie's family was very poor and that he stole his money. "
"Really? Then this … "
"Anyway, Wang Jie isn't someone to mess with. He said that Cheng Mingming didn't have parents to care for him. I felt that Le had been tricked this time, getting involved in this kind of thing. Who knows, maybe both sides will go back on their word and Le will be in the wrong. "
Jiang Yufan sensed something when he heard that Le Zhishi's parents weren't around. He was worried that Le Zhishi would be taken advantage of, so he stood up and used the excuse of having a stomachache to go to the bathroom. In fact, he ran to the school building across the street.
In the office, Cheng Mingming, who was bullied, stuttered. No matter how the dean asked, he could not get an answer.
"What happened? Why are they fighting? "
Cheng Mingming shook his head desperately. "It has nothing to do with me. I didn't hit anyone."
This was not the first time that Cheng Mingming and Wang Jie had a conflict. The Dean knew about it, and he could guess what was going on when he saw them. But what was strange about this matter was why Le Zhishi was involved. This child was famous for being an obedient and sensible student. All the teachers who had taught him before knew this.
Their homeroom teacher, Wang Qian, was also called over. The Dean glanced at him. "He's from your class. You can ask him yourself."
Wang Qian knew Le Zhishi's character well, so he did not go up to him and blame him.
"Le Zhishi, what happened?"
"Why did you fight with a classmate? This isn't your style. "
Le Zhishi lowered his head. The blood at the corner of his mouth had dried. He opened his mouth, as if he did not want to give a reason, but his attitude was very good. He admitted his mistake directly. "Miss Wang, I violated the school rules. I can write a self-reflection letter and stay in school as punishment. You can deal with it directly."
Who knew that at this moment, someone would suddenly appear at the door and shout a report. Everyone turned around and saw Jiang Yufan's anxious face. "Teacher, Le Zhishi saw Cheng Mingming being bullied by Wang Jie, so he went to the bathroom. He didn't start this!"
Le Zhishi was afraid that Jiang Yufan would be dragged into this, so he immediately said to Wang Qian, "Teacher, Jiang Yufan wasn't there."
Jiang Yufan was anxious. "I wasn't there, but someone saw it. A lot of students saw it."
Wang Qian glanced at Le Zhishi and said to Jiang Yufan, "Go back to class. This has nothing to do with you."
Although Jiang Yufan was unwilling, there was nothing he could do. He glanced at Le Zhishi worriedly and walked away unhappily.
The head teacher of the next class didn't seem to want to interrogate Cheng Mingming as an important matter. First, he judged that Cheng Mingming didn't make a big mistake. He greeted the head teacher and asked him to go back to study, and then questioned Wang Jie.
Wang Jie had been beaten until he was listless. He kept wiping the blood from his mouth with a tissue, but after being interrogated, he became rebellious. "What did I do? This has nothing to do with him at all. He came to me on his own accord. I told them to leave, but he came back and punched me. He's crazy. "
His sidekick chimed in, "Yes! Le Zhishi was the one who started it! "
"We were trying to stop the fight. I don't know why he went crazy and came to hit us."
"Teacher, if you don't believe me, you can ask the people who were trying to stop the fight in the bathroom. They saw who started it."
"It was me," Le Zhishi admitted frankly. "I just wanted to hit him."
As soon as he said this, the other teachers in the office looked askance.
Wang Qian didn't expect this. He felt that the Le Zhishi standing in front of him was a completely different person.
"I don't want to spend time here arguing with you about who did more wrong and who did less wrong." The Dean clasped his hands behind his back and went through the situation according to his own thoughts. "Wang Jie, you brought people to bully Cheng Mingming. Le Zhishi, you stood up for Cheng Mingming, right? But you caused a fight. You and Wang Jie both made serious mistakes in this matter. You will be given a serious demerit. Your homeroom teacher will handle the rest. "
Then, he looked at Miss Wang. "Call the parents. Call the parents. Call the parents."
Miss Wang nodded and watched the Dean leave. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, so he took Le Zhishi to the teachers' pantry next door. "I'll take you to the school hospital to deal with the wound on your face."
"It's okay, Teacher," Le Zhishi said. "The door will open in a while. I can go there myself."
Miss Wang poured him a glass of water. "If it was someone who usually fights and causes trouble, I would have called the parents to deal with it. Things aren't that simple if you can force the rabbit into a corner."
Le Zhishi held the paper cup and was silent for a long time. Finally, he said, "Teacher, I don't want to say it, but I promise you that I will never fight with my classmates again. You can punish me however you want. "
"Then I'll call the parents?" Wang Qian put down the cup and looked at Le Zhishi.
"I …" Le Zhishi also looked up at him. "Yes, but my parents are out of town these few days. We can only wait for them to come back …"
"Okay." Wang Qian looked at him. "As your homeroom teacher, I respect that you have your reasons for not wanting to say it, but you have to know that violence is not a good way to solve problems, no matter when. If the other party insults you, you can tell me. If you don't trust me, you can also ask others for help. Do you understand? "
Le Zhishi knew that he had a problem and nodded.
"Okay, I understand."
He stayed in the pantry to finish writing his self-reflection. When he left, the morning self-study session had already ended. Le Zhishi went to the school hospital alone to deal with his wound. When he returned to the classroom, before Wang Qian's language class began, he read out the self-reflection to the class.
"Go back to your seat." Miss Wang stood at the podium. "This fight has also sounded the alarm for the rest of us. Don't stand up for others. If you encounter any school violence, inform the teacher immediately. Don't try to fight violence with violence."
Although it was a fight, Le Zhishi's popularity made almost everyone stand on his side. This incident quickly spread among the students. Most of them directly regarded him as a hero who acted bravely for a just cause. No one knew the real reason Le Zhishi fought, and no one wanted to know. They just wanted to grab a fresh topic to talk about in the boring school life.
After class, it was time to do the exercises between classes. Jiang Yufan ran to Le Zhishi's seat. "Do your eyes hurt? Let's go to the supermarket to buy a popsicle and apply it. " He reached out to touch Le Zhishi's eyes, but he was afraid that it would hurt him. Seeing Le Zhishi shake his head honestly, he pitied him. "You're too cruel. Why didn't you wait for me?"
"I also made him bleed." Le Zhishi recounted the battle in a serious manner.
"He must have offended you. What happened? You usually don't participate in these things. Tell me. I'll find a chance to avenge you. "
But no matter how he asked, Le Zhishi refused to say. Jiang Yufan's guess was similar to his own. If it weren't for his parents, Le Zhishi definitely wouldn't have fought. He calmly changed the topic. "Your sweet osmanthus looks delicious."
"Right? You have to melt the sugar before you can eat it. These were all beaten down from the tree by me and Brother Song Yu … Ouch … "At the mention of this, Le Zhishi became excited and accidentally pulled the wound on the corner of his mouth.
"Ouch, slow down." Speaking of this, Jiang Yufan remembered. "Your brother probably knows about your fight. He won't scold you, right?"
Le Zhishi's eyes widened instantly. "No way."
"What do you think? The news has already spread during the morning self-study session. I just saw the post on Peiya's Tieba. A lot of people liked it, but most of them were scolding Wang Jie. "
Le Zhishi was unsure. He grabbed Jiang Yufan's sleeve. "Do I look ugly right now?"
"No, you don't." Jiang Yufan laughed. "Why do you suddenly have the burden of being an idol? It's fine. Those little girls worship you. You fought so handsomely. "
Le Zhishi didn't care about this at all. He just didn't want Song Yu to know that he fought with someone. He also didn't want to face him with this face.
"I'm not going to exercise. I want to take a leave." Le Zhishi ran to find the class leader. He hid in the classroom to do his homework. He had to hide anyway. It would be too embarrassing if he bumped into the class leader.
His eyes hurt and swollen. Le Zhishi began to regret. He didn't regret hitting someone, but he regretted that he didn't perform well. If he had to do it again, he would definitely be able to dodge those punches and knock that guy to the ground.
After he came back from exercise, a few girls in the class gave him band-aids. A girl from another class even bought him a bottle of ice water for his eyes. Le Zhishi thanked them one by one, even though he didn't need most of the things. It didn't feel good to be in the limelight. He wanted to keep a low profile in the future.
Coincidentally, Aunt Rong wasn't home at noon. She didn't need to go home for lunch. This gave Le Zhishi a chance to hide. He wasn't hungry, so he stayed in the classroom to do his homework. If he did more now, he could do less at night. He wanted to go home early today, take a shower, and hide in his room. He wanted to minimize the chances of him meeting Song Yu.
Le Zhishi, who was immersed in the geometry problem with his "perfect plan", lowered his head lower and lower. In the end, his chin rested on the exercise book.
"Does the existence of point E … make it equal …" Le Zhishi read the question in a low voice. His eyebrows were knitted together, and his eyes were hurting more and more. "How do I prove this …"
"Suppose it exists."
Suddenly, there was a voice above his head. Le Zhishi thought he was hallucinating and looked up immediately.
Exists?
He now suspected that he was seeing things. The brother in front of him didn't exist.
Song Yu was still calm. He didn't look at him and only looked at the question. "By reductio ad absurdum, first hypothesize. When there are equal conditions, then deduce the contradiction."
So, he really did come.
Le Zhishi nodded softly. He lowered his head and wrote down the word "prove". He then asked carefully, "When did you come?"
"Just now."
"Okay …" Le Zhishi lowered his head and wrote down "Suppose the existence of point E."
Song Yu looked at the top of his head. "Don't do it. Go back and eat."
"Go back?" Le Zhishi stood up in a daze and followed Song Yu out. Aunt Rong and his uncle weren't home, so there shouldn't be anyone cooking at home. "Aren't we going to the cafeteria?"
"Let's go home."
He must have known about the fight, but he didn't seem unhappy. Le Zhishi felt a little uneasy.
Song Yu was walking half a step in front of him. His arm was hanging by his side, and his fingers were long and slender. Le Zhishi was reminded of his childhood. He remembered that when he first entered the school in the first grade, they also walked on the road one after the other. The only difference was that the one fighting was Song Yu, and the one being bullied was Le Zhishi.
He cried and held Song Yu's hand as they went home.
Why can't we hold hands now?
Such a strange idea suddenly popped up in Le Zhishi's mind, and then he unexpectedly reached out his hand.
But the person in front of him suddenly put his hand into the pocket of his school uniform. Song Yu's phone had been vibrating since they left the classroom. He couldn't stand it anymore and took it out to take a look. It was a message from Qin Yan.
[Qin Yan: Damn, I just went to the toilet. Where are you?]
[Qin Yan: They said you're not going to the cafeteria? Didn't we agree to have lunch together today?]
[Qin Yan: Are you going back to school later? Let's play basketball with Old Zhang and the others for half an hour later.]
Song Yu wanted to reply that he was going to rest at home, but he didn't expect a long message to pop up. He frowned when he saw it.
[Qin Yan: Damn! Xiao Hei said he saw you and your brother leaving the school gate. Are you going to start a fight? It's just a fight between boys. Don't get angry at him. Hey, wait, your mom isn't home today. Who's going to cook when she's home? Do you want to starve Le to death?]
Song Yu immediately stood still and lowered his head to reply to the message. Le Zhishi also stood still. He hurriedly retracted his hand and put it behind his back.
The autumn sun wasn't strong, but it scorched his back and burned his palms.
After typing, Song Yu looked back at Le Zhishi. "Let's go."
"Okay."
Qin Yan, who was eating soy sauce fried rice in the cafeteria, turned on his phone and almost spat it out.
[I'm cooking. I've been wronged, so I have to eat something good.]
Lin Rong quickly came out. "Aren't you going to eat more? Or are you going to have a big lunch? " She saw Le Zhishi put on a black hooded jacket and a mask. "Baby, are you going to celebrate someone's birthday or to cause trouble?"
"I'm not going to talk about it. I'm late." Le Zhishi put on his clothes and left quickly.
The breakfast culture was deeply ingrained in the bones. The busiest time in this city was early in the morning. No matter which street it was, breakfast shops of all sizes could be seen everywhere, and customers who loved to eat early could be seen.
Small shops didn't have much space, so naturally, there weren't many rules. Everyone casually stood by the street with a bowl of noodles and chatted while eating. Those who were in a hurry to go to work or school could even hold a bowl of hot dry noodles or tofu skin and eat while walking. They could finish before getting on the bus or subway. This was a special survival skill.
After passing through a whole street full of fireworks, Le Zhishi finally saw Song Yu at the traffic light at the intersection.
Probably for the speech, he wore a more formal black shirt tucked into his trousers. His sleeves were half rolled up to his forearms, showing off his long legs and narrow waist. He stood out in the crowd.
Le Zhishi didn't want to celebrate his classmate's birthday, not to mention that Song Yu was going to give a speech. He couldn't go. However, Song Yu refused his parents who wanted to accompany him, so he didn't have a chance.
Therefore, Le Zhishi could only follow him secretly. There should be a lot of people at the venue anyway, so he wouldn't be able to find him if he hid inside.
The light turned green, and the two maintained a distance of ten meters as they entered the subway station one after the other. He was worried that Song Yu would call for a taxi. Fortunately, they were on public transport, otherwise, he would have to tell his driver to follow the car in front of him like a stalker in a movie.
At the last moment, he squeezed into the next carriage. Le Zhishi hid behind an old man and peeked at Song Yu. The old man followed his line of sight and looked forward, then turned back to look at him suspiciously.
Le Zhishi pulled his hood and moved half a step, changing his cover from the old man to an office worker using his phone.
The interior of the Line 2 carriage was decorated in girly pink. Even the pillars were pink. Song Yu, who was dressed in black, gave off a very strange feeling of incongruity when he stood inside. It was as if he had a natural barrier that isolated him from everything. Le Zhishi was so focused on looking that he didn't realize that he was also standing in black.
They were like two black dots in a pink bubble.
The bubble burst, and the two black dots squeezed out. The older one was in front, while the younger one hid behind the crowd. They got off at a subway station with many exits and people. When they went up the stairs, there was a young mother in front of Le Zhishi. She was carrying a large backpack, an oversized suitcase in one hand, and a three or four-year-old child in the other. She stopped several times because she couldn't walk.
"Sigh … Excuse me." A white-collar worker who was in a hurry to get to work grumbled as he bypassed the mother and squeezed to the front.
"I'm sorry." The young woman tightened her grip on the child and stepped aside. "You guys go ahead."
Le Zhishi was originally at the back. He also followed the people in front of him who were in a hurry to leave. But in the end, he stopped in front of the young mother. "Let me help you." He helped to lift the box and walked beside her. The young mother kept thanking him, and the child was also very cute. He looked up at him and thanked him.
The stairs were very long. When they reached the top, Le Zhishi put down the suitcase. When he looked forward again, Song Yu was nowhere to be seen.
Sh * t, I forgot about following him.
Le Zhishi stretched his neck to look around, but he couldn't find Song Yu's figure no matter how hard he tried. Le Zhishi tried to walk forward a little more, circling around and around. Unknowingly, he came to a chain milk tea shop near the exit. Next to it was the lost and found counter, but there was no lost item and no staff.
He still lost him.
There was no chance for him to watch the speech.
Le Zhishi tried hard to think of a way to not let himself be too disappointed. Sweets would make him feel better, so he decided to buy a cup of milk tea and go home. He would treat this as an early morning walk.
"Hello, what would you like to drink?"
"Hmm …" Le Zhishi looked down at the menu. "Five Sweet Milk Green and Rare Coconut."
After ordering, he reached into his trouser pocket, but it was empty.
He seemed to have left his phone on the sofa.
Seeing that the staff had started to get busy, Le Zhishi searched his body frantically, hoping that he might have accidentally left his money in the clothes when he wore them last time.
But no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find anything. He wished that a big hand would appear behind him right now, pick him up, and shake him vigorously. It would be good if he could shake out something.
The staff pushed the milk tea over with both hands. "Hello, your milk tea."
"Ah, thank you." Le Zhishi's hand froze in mid-air, not knowing whether to reach out or not.
The staff smiled. "Would you like to pay by cash, Alipay, or WeChat?"
Le Zhishi's ears turned red. He looked like he was thinking seriously, but in fact, his mind was full of the possibility of going back to get the money and send it back. "Hmm …"
"WeChat."
A familiar voice came from behind him.
He turned around abruptly and saw Song Yu scanning the QR code on his phone with a cold face. After scanning, he took the milk tea away, put it to his mouth with a straw, and took a big sip. He turned around and walked away as if Le Zhishi didn't exist at all.
"Hey …" Le Zhishi turned around and followed him. "My milk tea …"
Song Yu frowned and stopped in his tracks. He looked at the cup of milk tea and seemed a little disgusted. "It's so sweet."
How could it be sweet if it was five parts sweet? Le Zhishi didn't say anything. He saw Song Yu reach out and hand him the milk tea. Le Zhishi immediately took it with both hands and followed him closely. "Why are you here?"
Song Yu pointed at the workbench next to the milk tea shop behind him. "Lost and found."
Le Zhishi looked back and quickly turned his head again. He saw Song Yu raise his eyebrows and counterattacked. "Why are you following me?"
"I …" Le Zhishi was stumped, but he couldn't hide it. "I just wanted to take a look. I won't disturb you. I'll go home after I'm done. You didn't let Uncle and Auntie come, and you definitely didn't let me come either. So, I was forced to secretly follow you. "After saying that, his voice became softer." And you didn't tell me. "
The two of them walked out side by side. The light shone on them, and it was very bright. Song Yu narrowed his eyes. "Tell you what?"
"About you participating in the City's Three Good Candidates Campaign speech." Le Zhishi took a sip of milk tea. "I almost didn't know about it."
Song Yu said indifferently, "The people who have an appointment are not on my list."
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