Because he didn't sleep well and dreamed a lot, Jiang Xiaokui woke up the next day before the alarm clock went off.

Breakfast is still milk cereal with some whole wheat bread – which she usually eats on weekends when her parents are not home.

Zhuangzi's meeting time in Pingding was in the afternoon, so it was still early. Jiang Xiaokui first nested on the sofa and swiped her mobile phone at will, and then found two movies to watch to pass the time.

If it was usual, she should have been studying most of the time, but now she doesn't want to.

Approaching the appointed time, Jiang Xiaokui changed her clothes and took some things with her and went out.

Although she had never been to that KTV before, Jiang Xiaokui often saw it on the way to school on Fridays and Mondays, and often heard classmates discussing what happened there. So, she didn't feel strange when she stood in the doorway and looked at the big microphone above the building, but it was the first time she had been so close.

To her, the place is a bit like a fantasy utopia. There is no study, no pressure, just a group of people happily singing, eating, talking and laughing.

It must be like this. She thought that if that was the case, she would want to look for more utopias in the future. She wanted to hide in a utopia, to hide from the things she didn't want to face.

Jiang Xiaokui pushed open the door of KTV, and the waiter quickly greeted her and asked her how many private rooms she wanted to book.

She replied in the way Zhuangziping had taught her, "My friend has already booked a private room." She recalled the message she had received from Zhuang Ziping when she was on the road just now, and added, "Room 108." ”

The staff nodded, "Then I'll take you there." ”

Jiang Xiaokui thanked him politely, but his voice was very small, and he was quickly muffled by the deafening music here. Seeing that the staff was just silently leading the way in front and didn't look back, Jiang Xiaokui didn't repeat the words of thanks a second time.

The staff took her to Gate 108 and left. Jiang Xiaokui could hear how noisy it was through the door, and she was a little frightened for a while.

As a child, she was afraid of noisy places—not hateful or disgusted, but genuinely afraid.

She didn't know why.

Taking a deep breath, she raised her hand and knocked on the door, but no one answered inside.

It's not surprising, it's so noisy inside, it's strange to hear a knock on the door.

Jiang Xiaokui tried to knock on the door again, but seeing that the people inside hadn't reacted, he directly raised his hand and pushed the door open.

The moment the door opened, the smell of cigarettes filled his face, choking Jiang Xiaokui, who rarely smelled smoke, into coughing. Everyone's eyes were on her at once, and she felt so embarrassed that she didn't want to cough anymore, but she couldn't stop.

The emotions of shame and the physiological effects of violent coughing were mixed, and Jiang Xiaokui quickly blushed.

"Aoi is here. Zhuang Ziping, who was sitting in the middle of the seat, waved his hand at her, and then he pushed a boy next to him to the side, patted the seat vacated by the boy after being pushed away, and said to Jiang Xiaokui, "Come here." ”

Jiang Xiaokui hesitated a little, but in order not to look too out of place, she still walked over to that position and sat down beside him.

Zhuang Ziping asked her, "What are you singing?"

Without waiting for Jiang Xiaokui to think about it, Zhuang Ziping asked again, "Sing your father's song, right?"

As soon as his voice fell, everyone present laughed.

Jiang Xiaokui didn't know what was ridiculous even if she really sang her father's song, but at this moment when she should have been angry, the human instinct to integrate into the new group made her feel ashamed, as if Jiang Xiangyang's song was really something ridiculous and unsightly.

So, she stopped them before they could really order a song, "I don't sing my dad's songs, I'll order them myself." ”

Hearing this, those people pointed to the QR code on the screen, Jiang Xiaokui took out his mobile phone and scanned the code, and casually ordered a song to sing.

When singing, Jiang Xiaokui's eyes kept on the screen - it's not that she can't remember the lyrics of the song, it's just that now she doesn't know where else to look except for putting her eyes there.

In the afterglow, she seemed to see Zhuang Ziping watching her all the time.

There is no heart-pounding feeling of being watched by someone you like, there is just discomfort and fear. Jiang Xiaokui knew that it was probably from the moment he entered the door that he commanded her to "come over" and destroyed his image in her heart.

But she still told herself - maybe it was just an illusion, after all, you can't just look at the surface.

- She used Jing Pengze's "everything can't just look at the surface" to her in a strange place.

When the second chorus was about to begin, Jiang Xiaokui raised the microphone that had just been put down for a while back to her mouth, but as soon as she sang a sentence, Zhuang Ziping's hand suddenly climbed up her thigh dishonestly.

The last two words of her song changed by his movements, and of course she stopped singing them, turning her head to look at him in horror.

"What's the matter, why do you have the same expression of what I'm doing to you?" Zhuangzi asked her with a straight face, his hand still not moving from her lap, and the person began to press on her.

Everyone else present had gone out under various excuses, and the two of them were the only ones left in the room.

Jiang Xiaokui's psychological defense line completely collapsed, she is now willing to admit that she is blind and dizzy and has seen the wrong person, and she is willing to admit that the emotions in her heart are only panic and nausea, she struggled desperately to push him away, but her hands were clamped by him, and she almost didn't need strength.

She suddenly regretted that her mother had taught her some simple self-defense techniques, and she always didn't learn them well, so that she couldn't recall any of them now. But fortunately, the thought of resistance was not extinguished, she raised her knee and slammed it the key part of Zhuang Ziping.

Zhuang Ziping immediately let out a miserable scream and knelt on the ground.

The classmates outside the door ran in when they heard the sound, Jiang Xiaokui pretended to be calm and said to them, "If you dare to stop me and not let me go, I will call the police!"

No matter how much they usually play, they are still high school students in the end, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to move when they heard the word "alarm", so they had to watch Jiang Xiaokui leave, and then go to help Zhuang Ziping on the ground.

Jiang Xiaokui almost ran away from this place, because she wasn't sure if her words would scare them, and she wasn't sure if Zhuang Ziping would let his fox friends pull her back and beat her up. She could only run and run, even outside. Until the lungs were already aching from the cold air that kept rushing in, until they really couldn't run.

Jiang Xiaokui stopped at a street corner and squatted down. The frightened child only knew how to tremble, and he didn't have the heart to cry.

The road was still crowded, but no one would look at her as if she needed help.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaokui finally woke up suddenly-it turned out that she really didn't live in anyone's eyes.

Those people's comments were just casual remarks, the head teacher's scolding was just an attitude towards an ordinary mind-wandering student, and Jing Pengze didn't let her get in touch with Zhuang Ziping just to protect her.

Not to mention her parents, who have always loved her so much.

And the pressures of life cannot be escaped by falling, there is no utopia in this world. As people get older, the pressure they face will only get bigger, not less, so start learning to live with it at a young age and become stronger because of it.

It's useless to run away.

Jiang Xiaokui's heart finally loosened the boulder, and a little dazzling light shone in. Her trembling shoulders stopped shaking, but before she could get up, she crouched in this unnoticed corner and cried.