Education, it's always hard work, because people give it the name of test-oriented education. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Feng Jing, a student, returned to the classroom in frustration because he had to resume classes tomorrow, even though it had a nice name called Saturday. Dongcheng Middle School is such a school, focusing on cultivating objects, in order to be able to go to high school, then you have to make up for a day of classes every Saturday.

Self-study at night, Feng Jing came to his seat, took out the books in the drawer, spread them out on the desk, kept turning the pages with his right hand, but looked out the window and in the direction of the hospital, although there was still a teaching building in front of him. But his eyes seemed to have seen through the school building, and he was staring at the school building in front of him? No, he had already set his sights on a room in the emergency ward of the hospital, where there was a man, a woman, or perhaps more accurately, a woman.

What was he worried about? So why didn't he visit her? He had no clue about the question.

Turning to a page in the book, he stopped what he was doing, turned his head and saw a folded piece of paper inside, he opened the note, and in the note was written a line: Whoever you like, I like you - Joan.

Feng Jing looked at the note, reached out to take it away, and then got closer, shook his head slightly, laughed, laughed at what was good about himself, and the people he liked didn't dare to chase after her, and he didn't even dare to visit her.

He is a coward, he used to hide in Dongcheng High School, and now he is hiding in a place called Dongcheng Middle School, watching the pedestrians hurry, but he doesn't know why he wants to live, he has no skills but wants to stay in a place called a school like an ordinary person to learn what theory. He began to sigh, sighing that his whole life would be buried by the flow of people like this, and finally he did nothing to look at the sky outside the window.

Is this a law of nature? Rites of passage.

Is it the original meaning of being alive to be alive? Why do you want to let yourself see this dirty world?

His world is full of repression, seventeen years, seventeen years of repression. For seventeen years, he had lived in such a way as to obey the laws of nature, and his ears were filled with the voice of the Master's teachings. He was about to die of depression, he needed to vent, he needed to find someone to vent his anger about this silent world. He stood up suddenly, and the tables and chairs rattled as the class looked at him and walked straight out of the classroom.

Feng Jing came to Wang Jingqiong and knocked on her desk, and then walked straight out of the classroom.

"Feng Jing." Wang Jingqiong smiled happily when she saw Feng Jing, and when she came back to her senses, she found that almost the whole class was looking at him, she stomped her foot shyly, and walked out of the classroom.

Wang Jingqiong walked out of the classroom door and saw Feng Jing on the railing at the end of the corridor from a distance, with her hands in her pockets and her back to her. What's so cool, it's cool in itself! Wang Jingqiong shouted softly at the corner of her mouth, then lowered her head, and walked towards him with a twist of her buttocks, like a little woman, tiptoeing over with a coat to put on her beloved.

"Feng Jing, are you looking for me?" Wang Jingqiong walked up to him and asked this question knowingly, looking at his figure, he couldn't find any other words.

"You like me?" Feng Jing said it very bluntly, he felt that he should no longer be as obscene and trivial as before, and there were some things that he had to fight for, rather than just waiting.

It doesn't take long to make the next decision, a moment is enough, and it takes a lifetime to find a good outcome for this decision.

"Ugh." Wang Jingqiong stared at Feng Jing in surprise, she was doubting her ears, she never thought he would be so straightforward, "What do you say." ”

Unfortunately, or very lucky, Wang Jingqiong didn't get an answer to her questioning, she only felt that her thin lips were covered by the other two thin lips, and she kept sucking on her thin lips. Questions don't need answers, four thin lips intersecting is the best answer.

There was a voice calling Feng Jing's name, Feng Jing opened it and found that he was in a place like a deep hole, black on all sides, and a light white light shot down from above his head, and he couldn't see his shadow. He glanced upwards, then blocked the glare with his hand and looked up: "Who, who is calling me?" ”

Wang Jingqiong desperately pushed Feng Jing away, ah-screamed, snapped-slapped on Feng Jing's cheek: "What are you doing?" Wang Jingqiong wiped her cherry lips helplessly, she couldn't believe that her first kiss was so rudely plundered, without the slightest romance, her tears involuntarily overflowed from her eyes, she cried.

With a slap burning in his cheek, Feng Jing returned to reality from the deep hole and stared blankly at the person in front of him. He was surprised, what was wrong? He couldn't say it himself, he only felt a kind of heat in his lower abdomen dissipating around his body, and suddenly felt that his facial features were more sensitive, he clearly saw a ballpoint pen refill under the railing at the other end fifty meters away from him, and he also heard the sound of the wind blowing the refill and rubbing against the floor, and he smelled the body fragrance of the people in front of him stronger.

"Feng Jing, what's wrong with you?" Wang Jingqiong shook Feng Jing's stunned body with tears, she didn't want to cry, she was a little afraid of slapping him stupidly, and she began to regret it.

"React?" Feng Jing muttered to himself, then held Wang Jingqiong's face and kissed it again.

Wang Jingqiong stared at Feng Jing in front of her with wide eyes, without much struggle, maybe she was used to being forcibly kissed like this, maybe this was no longer her first kiss and she could be unscrupulous.

An M200 long-range smash rifle was erected on the roof of a dilapidated private house, and the man behind the gun grinned lightly, heyed, pulled the trigger, and a sharp bullet left the muzzle of the gun and flew towards the school building more than 800 meters away.

Feng Jing heard the sound of steel rubbing against air coming from a distance, and at the same time he saw a bullet flying towards the back of Wang Jing's head, his right eye.

It's too late, it's too late to hug Wang Jingqiong, what should I do? In an instant he asked himself a thousand times, and finally he landed his gaze on the round steel of the railing handrail, and as soon as he focused, the steel broke and flew in the direction of the bullet.

"Damn, where did you get the two iron rods?" The tall man lying in front of the M200 slur cursed and tried to re-lock onto his target.

"Dire wolf, be careful, this kid is not simple." Iron Wolf uses a night vision binoculars to lie on the right side of the man known as the Dire Wolf.

"Don't worry." As soon as the dire wolf words came out, he pulled the trigger three times in a row, and the three warheads lined up in front and back, flying towards Feng Jing's head.

"What's wrong?" Hearing the sound behind her, Wang Jingqiong turned her head and looked at the two pieces of steel lying on the ground.

At this time, some classmates were looking over here, Feng Jing saw that the situation was not good, his eyes glared hard, and a wall broke away from the classroom and blocked in the direction where the bullets were flying.

Yes! With an exclamation from a classmate, Feng Jing and Wang Jingqiong disappeared at the railing.

Ahh

"Jingqiong, Jingqiong, calm down, calm down." Feng Jing, who was being beaten, grabbed Wang Jingqiong's wrists, tried to calm him down, and finally held him in his arms.

Wang Jingqiong, who had quieted down, seemed to have calmed down, trembling and lying in his arms, like a frightened child: "Am I dreaming?" Who are you, a human or a ghost? ”

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's not a dream, I'm Feng Jing." Feng Jing hugged the girl in his arms tighter, for fear that the shivering girl would blow until the wind caught a cold.

Ahh

"Jingqiong, Jingqiong, don't be afraid, I'm Feng Jing, I won't harm you." Feng Jing used his brute force to hold Wang Jingqiong in his arms again.

"Let go of me, let go of me...... Woo woo ......" Wang Jingqiong cried and beat Feng Jing's chest.

The room was a little dim, and the light outside the window could be refracted and could vaguely see the figures, but they couldn't see each other's faces clearly, and this kind of scene made Wang Jingqiong, a quiet girl, even more frightened.

Feng Jing pricked up his ears and heard three sturdy men coming up the stairs. He had to do something, rely on his own abilities. Feng Jing thought like this, let go of Wang Jingqiong, who was struggling, put his finger to his lips and sighed: "Jingqiong, don't make a sound, someone is coming this way." Feng Jing's white and soft palm covered her cherry-like red lips, "Don't be afraid, I'll leave now." ”

In the dim light, Feng Jing looked at the person in front of him affectionately, got up with some disappointment, and walked towards the door.

This peaceful world does not belong to him, he does not belong to this ordinary world. To survive in this mundane world, he must endure repression, because no one can accept his ghostly ability to change.

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