Chapter 8

Tao Zhi leaned against the wall, hiding in the shadow, watching the mischievous rivalry between the two people inside through the glass window.

She should have rushed in and pulled Song Jiang away as soon as possible, but she always felt that she couldn't take any steps when she wanted to go in several times.

Her eyes stopped on Jiang Qihuai inside.

The boy was wearing a uniform shirt and uniform in a convenience store, and his figure was tall and thin. During the movements, the folds of his shirt were supported by the contour of his bones, and his sleeves were folded up two times. Under the cold light, his skin showed a nearly pathological pale look, and his expression was cold and unfamiliar.

I have a completely different feeling of being isolated from the world when I was in school.

This is Jiangqihuai from another world.

It was the faint connection they had just established was far from enough for her to peek into his own private world.

The induction glass door of the convenience store opened and closed, and the conversation between the two people came out faintly. Tao Zhi sighed and pulled out his cell phone to call Song Jiang.

Song Jiang picked it up, turned his back and lowered his voice in a sneaky manner: "What's wrong? Why didn't you come in?"

"Get out quickly and don't be embarrassed anymore." Tao Zhi said impatiently.

Song Jiang: "Didn't you always want to beat him up? Anyway, you're off-campus."

"It's a long time to quit. I want to beat you up now, but I'm outside the school anyway."

Song Jiang moved out reluctantly.

Tao Zhi hung up the phone and put it in his jacket pocket. He raised his head. In the convenience store, Jiang Qihuai suddenly turned his head.

The two people's eyes collided, and Tao Zhi was stunned.

Jiang Qihuai's eyes fixed for a moment and looked at her indifferently.

Song Jiang came over there and said carelessly: "What's wrong? Why do you call me--"

Tao Zhi grabbed the sleeve of his coat, turned his head and left.

She was very anxious, and Song Jiang staggered for two steps before following: "Hey, why are you anxious? That braised pot won't run away again."

After walking out of this street, Tao Zhi slowed down and turned his head: "What did you two say?"

Song Jiang recalled: "I asked him how he wanted to die."

"Idiot." Tao Zhi said objectively.

"He said he got off work in four hours." Song Jiang couldn't understand, "Are he serious or pretending?"

Tao Zhi ignored him and then made up four hours later, it was dawn.

I have never seen him sleep during class. Doesn’t this person need sleep?

They sat outside the braised cooking stall, Tao Zhi supported his head and stared blankly. The store's things were on the spot very quickly. Song Jiang was still struggling with the matter of "Although you two have a quit, I'll just run away like this and then run away like this." He looked at the watch for the third time and said worriedly: "There are only three hours left."

“…”

As soon as Tao Zhi put down the chopsticks, he nodded: "You can sit here and wait for another three hours, the boss will not drive people away anyway."

Song Jiang: "What about you?"

Tao Zhi stood up and walked out, waved his hand with his back: "I'll go home to sleep."

Song Jiang: “…”

-

Tao Zhi was paralyzed at home like a salted fish for two days, and didn't watch time very much. She woke up and played American TV series and played games. She continued to sleep when she was sleepy. The weekend soon passed.

The sequelae of the upside-down day and night was that she overslept on Monday. Aunt Zhang knocked at the door several times before finally making her quarrel.

Tao Zhi slowly got up and washed downstairs. When he went out with the toast piece in his mouth, the driver was looking down at his watch. Tao Zhi climbed into the car and looked at him flatteringly from the reversing mirror: "Uncle Gu, I don't need to tell Lao Tao about such trivial matters as being late and leaving early in the future. What do you think?"

The driver smiled: "I know, I know."

When we arrived at school, the flag-raising ceremony had already begun. The teachers and students in the school stood neatly according to their class and age, and the first class in the second year of high school was the first.

Tao Zhi passed by the end of the team, passed by more than a dozen shifts, and reached the end of the team.

The last one at Jiangqihuai Station was in front of him.

Tao Zhi stood at the last one of the girls' rows. The girls' rows were two fewer than the boys. She happened to be next to Li Shuangjiang. Li Shuangjiang turned his head when he heard the voice and said, "Good morning, squad leader."

Tao Zhi still held the unfinished toast slices and corners in his mouth, raised his hand and said vaguely: "Good morning."

"Have you written your weekend homework?" Li Shuangjiang asked.

Tao Zhi ate the white soft bread, pulled off a circle of light-colored corners outside, threw them into the trash can behind him, and asked sincerely: "What are the homework left?"

"...The papers issued last Friday," said Li Shuangjiang, "I will remind you that every Monday and a two-year class will be done for ten minutes before the exam. The questions will be drawn from the weekend homework. If there is any mistake, he will give you a similar one. Change the answer. If you don't answer correctly, continue to change it. It is very perverted."

Wang Er is the math teacher in their class, named Wang Jie, the head of Class 3, and the math year leader. He is famous for his various ways of torture students. He is as famous as Wang Fanzi and is known as the Wang family's double evil spirits.

Tao Zhi had never heard of such a trick: "Until you do it right?"

Li Shuangjiang: "Until it's done right."

Tao Zhi didn't take it seriously: "That's good, that's fine."

Copying the top student.

Li Shuangjiang saw through what she was thinking: "Don't think about it. Your front and back desks, including your deskmates, may have different questions from the papers you got."

"……What's the meaning."

"It means that Wang Er will prepare four different questions every time he takes a brief test. It may not be which set of questions everyone sends."

Tao Zhi: "..."

-

Tao Zhi didn't expect that he encountered such a cruel test the second week of school. He didn't know how to get through the remaining two years of class one for a while.

Every day I fight wits and courage with teachers in various subjects.

You also have to face the awkward classmates.

During the whole afternoon, the atmosphere of the last group in the first row of Class 1, Grade 2, was a bit strange.

Fu Xiling didn't talk a lot, and Jiang Qihuai could make a appointment directly was like a mute. In the group discussion last week, Tao Zhi was actually asking some strange questions that made the atmosphere less awkward.

For example, how to unravel the root number and what is the chemical equation of calcium carbonate.

As a result, Tao Zhi didn't even say anything this week, and stopped lying on the table. Her elbows only supported her narrow chair back. Occasionally, she accidentally touched Jiang Qihuai's table, so she took it back.

She felt a little uncomfortable because of the weekend.

She wanted to explain, but she felt that it seemed strange to say anything.

After the chemistry class in the morning, Tao Zhi mustered up the courage again, turned his head, clicked on the back of the chair with his fingertips, looked at the person who looked down at the word list, and wanted to speak but stopped.

"Speak directly if you want." Jiang Qihuai suddenly spoke.

Tao Zhi blinked: "Hmm?"

"I've been jumping up and down for a whole morning," Jiang Qihuai raised his head, "What do you want me to do if you want me?"

"...What do you mean if you have something to ask for you?" Tao Zhi didn't know why this person could make people so angry as soon as he opened his mouth. She narrowed her eyes unhappily, "Have I ever asked you?"

"How did you think of how to copy the math exam?" Jiang Qihuai asked back.

"Isn't he wrong and it's all wrong? Then I'm wrong," Tao Zhi said indifferently, "Can he consume me?"

“…”

Awesome.

Jiang Qihuai didn't say anything anymore, and lowered his head to read the book again.

Tao Zhi was not as uncomfortable as the morning. She said curiously, "Don't you need to sleep?"

Jiang Qihuai turned a page of the book and obviously understood her problem: "I only have weekend night shifts."

When he mentioned this matter head-on, Tao Zhi started to feel uncomfortable again.

She cleared her throat and asked knowingly: "Did you start to fight with the rain that day?"

"No."

Tao Zhi looked at his neither salty nor light appearance and was a little curious: "You really know how to fight?"

Jiang Qihuai raised his eyes: "Do you want to give it a try?"

"You really want to tear up the peace treaty," Tao Zhi stretched out his hand at him, "Give me my sincerity back."

Jiang Qihuai reacted for a while before he realized that her peace treaty refers to the gingerbread villain with a truce written on it.

Sincerity probably refers to this.

He nodded and said calmly: "You wrote a truce, and then turned around and asked someone to ask me how I want to die."

Tao Zhi sold Song Jiang without thinking: "It's not that I asked him to ask, he just likes to fight," Tao Zhi said seriously, "Sometimes, while walking on the street, he just rushed up and punched someone without saying a word, and I don't know why."

Jiang Qihuai: "..."

Fu Xiling, who was listening to the corner of the wall: "..."
To be continued...