Chapter 9: There are many kinds of friends
As the night darkened the sky and the cool wind blew gently, I went into a shop to buy tonight's dinner β three hams, two loaves of bread and a bottle of mineral water. It's something I've been doing since junior high school, it's simple and cheap. However, just as he was paying, a shrill voice came from behind him, "Yo, isn't this 'Brother Zero'?
I looked back and saw a short man and a tall man standing behind me, in stark contrast and comical looking, but I knew both. Gao's name is Li Fu, he is a sunny boy, I used to be the deputy head of that class, after this selection, I saw him enter the gold medal class. The shorter is my junior high school classmate, and I have been a high school classmate for a few weeks, and it seems that his name is Zhen Chenggong. When he was in junior high school, he was originally the first in the class, and then I kept pressing him after I transferred to another school, and it was still two years, maybe because this made him look unpleasant and always spoke to me with thorns. I didn't say hello to him either, but this time he took the initiative to say hello, probably for the sake of playing that boring game of verbal taunts.
Once again, I ignored him, and even a glance seemed like a waste of time. But there are always people who don't give up, Zhen Chenggong stopped in front of me and didn't let me leave, and said with a smile: "Don't be in a hurry to leave." It's all old classmates, find a place to catch up. β
"Sorry, I'm not available. Get out of the way!" I said, glaring at him coldly.
This stare did not scare him away, but made him even more excited, and he shouted: "Yo yo yo, 'Brother Zero' is angry, I'm so scared." Mr. Li, do you see that the school 'celebrity' is going to beat someone. β
Li Fu seemed to be watching a monkey, looking at him and looking at me, laughing and saying, "Hahaha, interesting; οΌgoonγ β
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm out of money. Wang He unknowingly appeared here, squeezed around Li Fu and Zhen Chenggong as he spoke, and then lowered his body to pick up the money. His move caused dissatisfaction between the two, but it was hard to say anything, so he could only turn his body sideways and let Wang merge.
Wang He picked up the money, winked at me, smiled slightly, and walked away quickly. Before leaving, he deliberately patted the money in his pocket and whispered, "You can't run away now." β
I retracted my gaze, turned my head to look at Zhen Chenggong and said, "You're right, after all, we are junior high school classmates, and you can still afford to eat popsicles." As he spoke, he began to dig out the money. This move caused Zhen Chenggong to ridicule even more crazily: "Even if you are a poor bastard, you can only eat popsicles, and you still have a treat? Hehehe, let me tell you what a treat is." What do you want to eat?" said him, he reached into his pocket with great vigour, but when he touched it, his face became strange, and he let out a "huh". The moment he took out his hand, the people in the commissary were stunned, Zhen Chenggong actually pulled out a bright pink inner with blood stains.
I pretended to be surprised and shouted, "So you are such a person! I heard that there were thieves who sneaked into the girls' dormitory to steal clothes, but I never thought it was you! We are still junior high school classmates, you have disappointed me so much, you are obscene!" Maybe it was because I was so loud that even the people passing by the shop poked their heads to see what was going on inside. As a result, when he saw Zhen Chenggong holding the girl's special clothes in his hand, he immediately talked about it.
"Wow, why is this person so unshaken. β
"Niu Pi, dare to steal in public. β
"What?!, he's the thief who was lying in the corner of the wall a while ago and peeping into the girls' dormitory and doing shameful things against the wall?"
"That's right, it's him, short and ugly, he must have that disgusting fetish. Last time, the underwear of the girls in our class disappeared like this, and I looked for it for a long time. β
"By the way, how do you know so well?"
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Zhen Chenggong also panicked, hurriedly threw down the special clothes in his hand, shouted at the crowd, and his voice became choked: "It's not me! It's not me! It's not me! It's not me who stole it! I'm not a thief! Mr. Li can testify for me! Mr. Li? Mr. Li?" He was like a lost child, and he couldn't see Li Fu's figure when he looked around.
However, Li Fu saw that the momentum was not right one step earlier, and quickly took advantage of the crowd to turn around and flee. didn't look back, completely ignoring Zhen Chenggong's life or death. I watched Li Fu leave Zhen Chenggong and run away alone, and I couldn't help but feel sad for Zhen Chenggong and make such a friend. People like Li Fu can only share wealth and nobility, not weal and woe.
Zhen Chenggong reacted at this time, turned around and wanted to run, but at this time, two security guards crowded into the crowd to stop him, and they asked what happened. One of the people in the crowd said, "We saw him drop a girl's special clothes from his pocket." His voice was immediately echoed by everyone. The security guard grabbed Zhen Chenggong's hand harder and said, "Now please come with us to the guard room." With that, another security guard put on gloves and picked up special clothing on the ground and put it in a white plastic bag. As a result, the latter raised his head and looked at me and said, "You have to go with us too, you saw it with your own eyes, right?" At this time, Zhen Chenggong looked at me with all his thoughts, his eyes full of pleading. This kind of thing can be big or small, at best it seriously affects the honor of the school, or at the same time it can be a prank between classmates. If I testify, he can't wash it even if he jumps into the Yellow River.
I softened my heart and said to the security guards, "I don't know, I saw this thing on the ground when I first came, and I don't know if it's him." Could it be the wind blowing in?" However, no one dared to jump out and contradict me, because no one wanted to cause trouble, let alone be interrogated. From the bottom of their hearts, everyone is a teenager, and they have never seen this battle in real life, and they are all afraid of this kind of scene.
Still, I followed them into the guard room, repeated the conversation over and over again, watched the surveillance footage over and over again, and finally signed before letting me go. As soon as I went out, I saw the head teacher of the gold medal class hurriedly running in, what the result of Zhen Chenggong would be, it was no longer up to me to decide, this was the only thing I could do. When I passed by the commissary, it was still overcrowded, and I wondered, what happened?
As I was saying, I pulled him out of the crowd and said, "Come back with me." β
In the place where there were few people, I grabbed Wang Ji's hand tightly and asked him: "You really don't think it's big enough, what kind of ugliness and grievances do people have with you? Do you have to be infinitely dark?" He wanted to break free, but he couldn't break free, so he simply stuck to me and said with an innocent face: "No way, he wants to hit the muzzle of the gun, I just push it from it." And aren't you cooperating with me?"
"I'm out of a personal vendetta, what about you?
"I can't talk about hatred, I just can't get used to his face, he bullied you to the end, can you bear it?"
"It's still rare to do such things, but fortunately there are no cameras there, and it's in a blind spot for monitoring. Otherwise, you will definitely be demerit by the school - framing your classmates. β
"Hahaha, anyway, I've been in school for a while, and I still know this information. What happened in the end?"
"There was not enough evidence that none of the surveillance cameras captured him stealing underwear. In addition, his family background is okay, and with some money, it is estimated that there is nothing to do. But at least it will make him more stable, and don't jump around like a clown and annoy people. β
"You're still too kind, if it were me, I would have to let him drop out of school. β
"It's not necessary. Back there is still a lot to do. β
At this time, I was still holding Wang He's arm tightly. Only then did I find that Wang Ji's hand was very small, very thin, and very white, not at all like a boy's hand. It's more like a girl's hand, and it feels so comfortable to touch......
Scary thoughts often start from the roots.
When I suddenly woke up, I immediately let go, and slapped myself hard, and secretly warned myself in my heart: I don't have that kind of hobby in men and other things, I am an upright man!
Wang He smiled slyly and raised the arm that I had scratched out of his marks: "What's the matter?
"Go on, you big-headed ghost. β
After that, leave Wang He and go back to the 'Endeavor Class' by himself.
Looking at the crumbling door sign that says "Endeavor Class", and then looking at the twelve non-mainstream people who pursue fashion at the bottom, plus sixteen problem teenagers, and there is an extremely dark-bellied and very deep background Wang Ji sitting in the last row, will this kind of high school life be boring?
After dinner, the first evening self-study of the "Endeavour Class" began. I saw that Wang He was drawing something bored, and I was curious, and asked, "What is this?" and he replied as he drew it, "It's a map of the structure of the school." Once the Inhumans attack, they can quickly find the best escape route. β
"For me?"
"Yes. β
"You think I understand?"
"I believe in your IQ. β
"But I don't believe in your drawing skills. β
I looked at the ghost-like thing on the paper, and I couldn't help but complain. He looked at me and stopped, and I knew that he wanted to defend himself again, and he would definitely brag about what he had accomplished.
"No vision, do you know that my brother won the national first prize back then. β
"Abstract paintings?"
"I won't tell you. You mortal man can't understand art. β
As he spoke, he turned his head and ignored me, like an angry child. In fact, Wang is not as big as he imagined, a sixteen-year-old boy, it is difficult to imagine how he was admitted to Tsinghua University. If this is an ordinary person, it must be in the newspaper, but he can't, because there are too many secrets in it. What is his identity besides the identity of this Tsinghua student? I don't know, but there is certainly more than one.