Little cutie, you don't have enough subscriptions for this article. You can read the latest content if you make up for it. The girl's eyes were full of gossip. "Are you really brothers? Do you live together too? "
"We're not brothers." Le Zhishi only answered the first question before looking down. He flipped open his workbook and said softly, "Let's hurry up and study …"
"Oh, right, right." The girl seemed to have realized something. She turned her head and looked at the senior who was reciting in the corner. She turned back and whispered, "I won't disturb you anymore. I'm going back. Talk to you next time! "
Does next time mean I can study here every day?
Le Zhishi thought for two seconds before he opened the new study area with a little envy. He tried to focus, but studying here was too different from studying in the classroom. He did his homework in the classroom, paced around the corridor, and waited until the end of class. No matter what he did, it was all one-sided. He didn't even wait. After all, waiting for someone and being waited for was a two-way street.
It was different this time. He didn't have to wait without permission.
Le Zhishi looked up and saw the girl who was chatting on her phone not far away. She had a sweet smile on her face. She was probably chatting with her boyfriend. When he thought about it, he subconsciously wanted to bite the end of his pen. However, when he thought about Song Yu's face, he stopped himself.
It seems like … I'm still different from them.
After finishing the last question, the bell rang. Le Zhishi was afraid to wake up Song Yu, so he packed his bag as fast as he could. However, there was no one at the door. It seemed like the class next door was delayed again. Le Zhishi stood at the back door of Grade 12 (5) and looked inside. He saw Song Yu reading with his head down and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was slightly nearsighted and didn't need glasses. He only wore them when he needed to use them for a long time.
Le Zhishi liked the slight squinting and frowning that occasionally appeared when he wasn't wearing glasses. He didn't know why, but he liked it.
The students in the back row seemed to have noticed a junior high student standing at the back door. They whispered to each other and turned around. At first, Le Zhishi didn't feel anything wrong until he heard someone whisper, "Isn't that Song Yu's brother?" He felt as if he had been pricked by something. He immediately covered his eye that had been hit. Feeling that it was strange to cover it, he hid to the side.
"Why are you even more guilty than me?" The girl was still standing outside the classroom. She did not seem to be afraid that her girlfriend would be caught by the teacher or her classmates. "This is Peiya's place, and I'm Peiya's student. It's reasonable for me to stand here."
Le Zhishi thought for a moment. "That's true." Therefore, he also stood beside the girl. In less than two seconds, he took another step to the right, increasing the distance between them.
Finally, the class was over. The teacher walked out and took a second look at Le Zhishi's face. The other students in the classroom were very active after school, but Song Yu was unhurriedly tidying up. A few seniors came out with their hands linked and surrounded Le Zhishi.
"You must be the little brother of Song Yu's family."
"Are you a mixed-race? You're so cute. "
"Are these eyelashes real?"
Le Zhishi was used to being surrounded, so he didn't think much of it. Instead, he answered their questions one by one. "Yes. Yes, these are real eyelashes."
A large circle of people gathered outside the window. Qin Yan was watching intently from inside. He began to tease Song Yu again. "Your little brother is as popular as you are. Seniors and juniors alike."
Song Yu didn't say anything. He picked up his bag and walked out. Le Zhishi saw him coming out from the window. He immediately waved his hand and squeezed through the crowd. "I'm sorry, seniors. I have to go home."
Unknowingly, it was already late autumn. The cold wind was like a little monster that was close to people. It drilled straight into their necks and ankles. It was impossible to avoid it. When he went downstairs, Le Zhishi noticed that the girl from the next class was walking side by side with a third-year senior who wasn't very tall. They leaned against each other in the crowded and dim staircase. They even secretly held hands, but quickly let go.
After leaving the school building, he glanced at Song Yu beside him. He wanted to say something. It was very strange, but he couldn't think of anything to say. In the end, he just asked, "Are my eyes still very ugly?"
Song Yu stared at him and remained silent. He covered his right eye from the stare. Then, he heard Song Yu chuckle.
It was very strange.
There were a lot of people at the school. They went to the bicycle parking lot in front of the school gate to look for their own cars. Le Zhishi took out his keys to unlock the door. However, he found that something was wrong. Song Yu walked over while holding the bicycle. He didn't look surprised at all when he saw him squatting there and fiddling with it. "Broken?"
"The tire is punctured." Le Zhishi squatted on the ground and poked at the flat tire a few times with his fingers. He looked up at Song Yu. "Although it's a very dark guess, I have a reasonable suspicion that it was Wang Jie and the others who did it."
It was obvious. There was no need to say anything dark about it. Song Yu got on the bicycle. "Get in."
"What about my car?" Although he asked this, Le Zhishi had already locked his bicycle.
"We'll talk about it during the day."
Le Zhishi obediently sat in the back seat and offered to help Song Yu carry his bag. He didn't expect that the other party's bag would be heavier than expected. It was heavy enough to break a big rock with his legs. Maybe in a while, his legs would be completely numb. He would fall into Song Yu's arms when he tried to walk. Then, Song Yu would carry him on his back just like when he was young.
Riding the bicycle out of the school, Le Zhishi hid behind Song Yu and laughed.
All kinds of snack stalls were set up in front of the school gate. It was almost like a small night market. The stoves were set up to warm up the wet and cold autumn night. The big brother of the fried rice stall had a cigarette in his mouth. He tossed the handle of the pot back and forth. The fried rice flew up and down, and the aroma went straight into people's noses. The duck neck was cooked in the stew. It was then skewered and rolled over an open fire. It was brushed with chili oil and sprinkled with spices. The spirit was there. There was also a pot of San Xian vermicelli stew in the clay pot. When the lid was lifted, the fresh fragrance filled the air.
Sitting in the back seat, Le Zhishi thought of something. He turned his head and asked, "Brother Song Yu, have you finished today's fried chestnuts?"
Song Yu casually grunted in acknowledgment.
"Actually, if you can't finish them, you can give them to Brother Qin Yan." Hearing the sound of knocking, Le Zhishi glanced at a new target. He said while walking, "He often gives me snacks to eat."
Song Yu didn't respond.
Le Zhishi found something. "Top cake!" He excitedly patted Song Yu's back a few times and asked him to stop the bike.
Song Yu pressed the brake and stopped in front of a very simple stall according to his request. On top of a square big steamer, there was an exquisite wooden device made of two parts. The bottom part was an ordinary cylindrical shape, and on top of it was a wooden lid with a hollow long handle that was shaped like a lotus. The old stall owner greeted them warmly, "Are you here to eat steamed cakes? Three yuan for two. It's pretty sweet. "
Le Zhishi nodded, "I want two. Can I put more brown sugar? "
"Of course, why not?" The old man quickly scooped out a large spoonful of pastry powder mixed with glutinous rice flour, rice flour, and sugar powder from the box. He spread it into the cylinder as a base, then sprinkled a thick layer of brown sugar. He stacked two layers like this, closed the lid, and put it on top of the steamer to steam.
While waiting, Le Zhishi heard Song Yu say, "You were almost burned the first time you ate this."
"Really?" He turned his head. He had no impression of it at all. "I don't even remember."
"What do you remember?" Song Yu looked down at the mold. The warm yellow lights of the night market and the steaming hot steam illuminated his silhouette particularly soft. "At that time, Dad was holding you. You said that this toy was fun and reached out to touch it. You were burned by the steam and cried."
He seemed to have some recollection. "Then what were you doing at that time?"
While they were talking, the cake was steamed. The old man opened the wooden pot and poked the cylinder with the long handle. The hot top cake couldn't stand it anymore. It popped out and was put into the bag.
"Me?" Song Yu took the cake. "I'm laughing at you."
Le Zhishi was annoyed. He said in a serious tone, "If you were the one crying because of the heat, I wouldn't laugh at you."
Song Yu passed the cake to him. "You will cry." He then walked towards the bicycle.
"I won't cry now." Le Zhishi followed behind him. He thought of what happened at noon and said, "… Unless you want to tease me."
"I don't have such a hobby."
Then there must be a reason why he always cried when he was young.
Anyway, he blamed Song Yu in his heart.
The cake in the bag was hot. Le Zhishi wanted to eat it while it was hot. He opened it and saw that the brown sugar was really thick. It was heart-shaped. When he took a bite, it was so hot that he almost spat it out. But he couldn't resist the temptation. He quickly chewed a few times. It was soft and sticky. The brown sugar inside was half-melted. It had a kind of simple and thick sweetness. In Le Zhishi's heart, the melted sugar was like the dew on a lotus leaf. When he was young, he thought that the transparent and beautiful dew must be sweet. The brown sugar could be compared to the sticky layer of honey on a roasted sweet potato. It tasted twice as good when eaten in cold weather.
Song Yu saw that he couldn't catch up. He turned around and saw him standing there with his mouth open. White steam was coming out of his mouth. He looked like a happy human humidifier.
"Is it good?"
Le Zhishi nodded and ran over. He stuffed another cake into Song Yu's hand and said vaguely, "You should eat it too."
Song Yu took a bite and found it too sweet. He threw it to Le Zhishi and rode home with him.
"Can I still study in your activity room tomorrow?"
"Go if you want."
"Will the teacher come and check?" Le Zhishi remembered and grabbed Song Yu's clothes. "There's a girl in the next class. She's the girlfriend of a boy in your class. She's in a relationship."
"They won't be able to catch you."
"That's true." But he was still a little scared. "Can I say that I'm your brother? If someone asks, I'll tell them. "
Song Yu didn't reply. When they were about to enter the neighborhood, he made a sound of acknowledgment. The two went upstairs together. Lin Rong and Song Jin hadn't returned yet. Le Zhishi changed his shoes and collapsed on the sofa. He grabbed the cat and put it on his lap. He flipped open its belly and rubbed it until it closed its eyes. "Tangerine, are you sleepy?"
Tangerine in his arms made a comfortable sound. Le Zhishi continued rubbing it. "I ate too much. I'm so full that I'm not sleepy anymore. Song Yu -gege, can I watch two episodes of One Piece before I go to sleep? "
Song Yu picked up the little Pomeranian who was scratching its legs crazily and carried it to the second floor. "Wake up 15 minutes earlier tomorrow. I'll take you to school."
Le Zhishi got up immediately and didn't care about the cat. "Then I'll take a shower and go to sleep now."
Meow —
The abandoned cat stretched out its paw and scratched Le Zhishi's back to show its authority.
The bathroom was a few square meters. People were fighting and trying to stop each other. It was crowded with people. Jiang Yufan opened his shoulders and saw Le Zhishi at a glance. His right eye was bruised, the corner of his mouth was broken, and his shirt was torn open. Blood dripped onto the knitted vest of his school uniform. The school badge was stained red.
His face was filled with hostility 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! "
Jiang Yufan couldn't understand why Le Zhishi would fight with others. This was not his style at all. He would believe it if someone said that he was possessed by a ghost. Not only him, but the whole class was confused when they heard about this.
"Who fought? Le Zhishi? Are you kidding … "
"No way. Le Zhishi wasn't even late, let alone fighting. Oh, except for the first day of school."
"I heard that he was helping the student from the next class who skipped a grade. I don't see the two of them interact much. Is it worth fighting with someone like Wang Jie for him?"
"It's 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 director and the head teacher were on the second and third floors of the opposite building.
"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 had a feud with Wang Jie for a long time. They were elementary school classmates. The last time I ate in the cafeteria, I heard him say that Wang Jie's family was very poor and that he stole his money. "
"Really? Then this … "
"Anyway, Wang Jie is not to be trifled with. He said that Cheng Mingming's parents don't care. I feel that Le has been cheated this time. He got involved in this kind of thing. Maybe when both sides renege on the debt, Le will be in the wrong. "
Hearing that his parents don't care, Jiang Yufan felt something. He was worried that Le Zhishi would be at a disadvantage. He stood up and said that he had a stomachache to go to the toilet. In fact, he ran to the opposite building.
In the office, the bullied Cheng Mingming stuttered. The director couldn't get an answer from him.
"What happened? Why did they fight? "
Cheng Mingming shook his head vigorously. "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 director was not unaware of it. When he saw them, he guessed most of it. But this matter was strange. Why did Le Zhishi get involved? This child was famous for being an obedient and sensible student. All the teachers who had taught him before knew this.
Wang Qian, the homeroom teacher, was also called over. The director glanced at him. "He's from your class. You can ask him yourself."
Wang Qian knew Le Zhishi's character well. He didn't go up to him and blame him indiscriminately.
"Le Zhishi, what happened?"
"Why did you fight with a classmate? That's not your style. "
Le Zhishi lowered his head. The blood at the corner of his mouth had dried. He opened his mouth as if he didn't 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. That's why he went to the bathroom. He didn't start it!"
Le Zhishi was afraid that Jiang Yufan would be dragged into this. 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 left 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. However, after being interrogated, he became rebellious. "What did I do? This has nothing to do with him. He came here himself. I let them go, 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 started hitting people."
"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 never would have thought 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 a serious mistake and will be given a demerit. Your homeroom teacher will deal with the rest. "
Then he looked at Miss Wang. "Call your parents. Call your parents. Call your 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 injury 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 his parents. Things aren't that simple if he can force 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 your 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 for the next 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 went out, the morning self-study was already over. Le Zhishi went to the school hospital alone to treat his wound. When he returned to the classroom, before Wang Qian's language class began, he read out the content of his 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 violence on campus, inform the teacher immediately. Don't try to fight violence with violence."
Although it was just a fight, Cola's good social relations made almost everyone stand on his side. This matter quickly spread among the students, and most of them directly regarded him as a hero who had 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 to apply to your eyes. " He reached out to touch it, but was afraid that it would hurt. Seeing Le Zhishi shake his head honestly, he pitied him. "You're too cruel. Why didn't you wait for me?"
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