Jiang Futing walked over to help him lift the table up, and said to the other onlookers on the side, "Take a hand." ”

"Who dares to help him?!" Yang Linsheng, who was sitting next to Song Cheng, raised his voice and threatened, and the whole classroom trembled when he heard it.

Everyone present didn't dare to move, just like the four students just now, who turned around and hurriedly studied seriously.

Jiang Futing's dazzling eyes were at Yang Linsheng and Song Cheng, Yang Linsheng couldn't stand Jiang Futing's eyes and pretended to flip through the magazine as if nothing happened, and the latter still smiled fearlessly and defiantly.

Jiang Futing's expression was so cold that it was almost frozen, and he squatted down and helped Zheng Qing pick up the books on the ground.

"No need, squad leader, I'll do it myself." Zheng Qing spread his hand indiscriminately, and wiped his reddened eyes with the other hand.

"It's fine." Jiang Futing rearranged the fallen test papers for him neatly.

"Thank you, squad leader." Zheng Qing hung his head and said in a low voice.

He sorted out the rest of his things, carefully avoided Song Cheng's position with the heavy desk, and finally moved to the far corner by the window.

After the head teacher came, he just asked briefly, and then casually found other students to fill the vacant seats, adjusted them slightly, and everything returned to normal.

Jiang Futing flipped through the calculus in his hand, and when he had his spare time, he would read the required courses of the university in advance, and when he encountered doubts, he paused, and then looked around the entire classroom as if checking discipline.

Inadvertently swept back from the first row.

His eyes stayed on the window at the back of the classroom, and the figure reflected in the window did not know what to think.

On that honest face, he was pitiful just now, and there was a trace of ruthlessness hidden under the lenses that were staring at the black scenery outside the window.

The pen in Jiang Futing's hand couldn't help but pause.

The man turned his head suddenly.

He continued to pretend to check on the rest of the class, his gaze moving to the other side of the last row, his pen scribbling hastily on his notebook.

The evening self-study came to an end in the darkness of the night.

After a short time after the bell rang, Jiang Futing was coming back from the classroom office quickly, and when he stepped into the classroom, he found that Zheng Qing was still mopping the floor in rows and rows in the classroom.

"Why isn't it okay?" Jiang Futing asked.

Zheng Qing lowered his eyebrows and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, squad leader, I have been working slowly. ”

"Yang Linsheng?" Jiang Futing asked rhetorically without tone, only Yang Linsheng was the only one who was more troublesome on the duty schedule of this rotation.

"Yes, or the class leader, you go back first, lend me the key, and I'll lock the classroom door tonight." Zheng Qing did not answer positively, and suggested in a low voice.

"No need." Jiang Futing said, rolled up his sleeves and took another mop in the hygiene corner, since the teacher was relieved to hand over his things to him, he couldn't just give them to someone else for any reason.

"Oh." Zheng Qing nodded, as if there was some disappointment in his tone.

Jiang Futing ignored him and walked directly to the other half of the classroom.

His personality is very clean and neat no matter what he does, even if the hard work of mopping the floor is placed on him

It doesn't look like it's working, but it looks pleasing to the eye.

When the cloth on the mop passed through the corner, it was very skillfully folded, and the dust in the dead corner was cleaned.

This was taught to him by his mother at home.

Compared with the people grinding on the side, Jiang Futing looked cleaner with a wave of his hand.

He walked to the window, and the mop in his hand was brought by him in a very orderly manner, and the steps under his feet kept going backwards, and he would not step on it by mistake where he dragged it.

At this time, it seemed that something was pressed under his feet, causing a strange sense of disobedience from the soles of his feet.

I lowered my head, thinking it was a piece of paper, but I moved my foot and realized that it was a photo.

Jiang Futing picked it up and looked at it, the photo was a small one-inch photo, with a blue background, I don't know how long it had been preserved, some fading, the blue at the bottom was a little uneven, and some of the edges were faintly yellowed.

At first glance, it was printed at the kind of print shop on the street before.

The girl in the photo has a particularly bright smile, her facial features are upright and exquisite, and her eyes are like shining stars in the vast Milky Way, which is a bit of a sight to behold.

It's just that this face looks a little familiar, Jiang Futing searched for the only person he knew in his mind, and he couldn't think of any information related to this girl.

He was face blind.

The photo in his hand was suddenly taken away, and he turned his head to see Zheng Qing carefully holding the photo in his arms, looking at him vigilantly: "This is mine." ”

Jiang Futing looked at his sudden wariness of himself, a little strange, and nodded flatly, "I just fell to the ground." ”

Zheng Qing glanced at Jiang Futing and found that he had no special intentions, and returned to his previous weak aura: "I'm sorry, squad leader, I misunderstood you." I, I'm dragged over there. ”

"Okay." Jiang Futing quickly packed up his tools and locked the door of the classroom.

It was only 9:45 when I came out, but fortunately it didn't take too long.

The empty campus is remarkably quiet, and in the past, students would go for a night run in the playground or run to the commissary to buy snacks that they had eaten in bed at night.

Now it was just the two of them on the road to the dormitory, the occasional breeze rustling through the leaves, the aging street lamps going out and the sound of "boom" overhead, or the insects at night "Boom!" "It flew in my ears.

It's obviously a trivial and impermanent scene in ordinary times, but it always has a cool feeling all the time in a heavy atmosphere.

"Squad leader." Zheng Qing walked to the side and spoke softly.

"Yes." Jiang Futing muffled his voice.

Zheng Qing walked a few steps before slowly speaking: "Squad leader, if the person you love the most is killed, what will happen to you?" ”

The flow of air seemed to pause.

Jiang Futing was silent and said, "I didn't." ”

After passing a street lamp, the dim light just happened to be sprinkled on Zheng Qing's glasses and reflected dazzlingly, and he couldn't see the expression below.

"And what if it's a relative?" He asked suddenly.

"No, it won't." Jiang Futing

The answer was particularly decisive and without the slightest hesitation.

The person on the side sighed, not knowing whether he was mourning or envy: "That's good." ”

After half a ring, a weak voice sounded again: "Squad leader." ”

"Yes."

"Am I particularly annoying?"

It was a strange and boring question again, Jiang Futing frowned and said lightly: "No." ”

"That must be my terrible person!" The people on the side didn't know where to come to this conclusion, and suddenly sighed.

This time, Jiang Futing saw his self-deprecating face clearly, and felt that Zheng Qing had more words than usual today, and was sorting out the sentences of relief in his mind.

"Otherwise, why am I so annoying since I was a child." The man next to him spoke again.

He looked at the people next to him grinning very ugly, laughing and talking to himself, not knowing if he was talking to himself.

"You know what?"

"Yes." Jiang Futing responded casually.

"When I was in kindergarten, I was ostracized, and at that time I thought, it's good to go to primary school, and when I go to primary school, there will always be people who will be friends with me."

"Later, when I went to elementary school, at first no one was friends with me, and then they excluded me, it was useless for me to please me, I took the initiative to find them, and I also bought snacks for them with my hard-earned pocket money, and gave them food, they just intensified, and all the bad things were thrown on me, and the teacher also felt that I was dragging the class back."

"I stayed up for six years, and then finally went to junior high school, but I was used to pleasing me, but I suddenly found that I had forgotten what it was like to interact with my classmates normally, they said that I was powerful, that I liked to tie up people, and people who were not used to it would come to surround me and beat me, and when I wanted to resist, I found that I was so humble that I couldn't even stand up."

Jiang Futing looked at him and said that the expression on his face was constantly changing, but he couldn't hide the hatred that fell into the memory.

"But it's just her, it's just her. Her parents obviously didn't treat her badly at all, but she was always the most brilliant, and she was the only one who stood by my side all the time. ”

"She has been with me year after year, and she is in hell herself, and she still wants to share her sunshine with me."

"You say, is she a very good person?" The desolate gaze suddenly focused on himself.

Jiang Futing's deep eyes looked at him for a moment, and nodded: "Very good." ”

"Right? She never even disliked my appearance. The face with the pile of meat was smiling with great happiness.

He paused, and a trace of sadness flowed from his eyes: "But, she is dead." ”

Jiang Futing's breath stagnated, looking at him and not knowing what to say.

"It's me who's so bad, I'm so useless! I can't protect her at all! Zheng Qing kept repeating with hatred.

He seemed to want to spread all the grievances, but the grievances were too deep, and they could not be solved by just a few words, Jiang Futing looked at him, he not only hated those people, he also hated himself.

"Did you call the police?" Jiang Futing asked.

Zheng Qing looked hesitantly ahead and kicked his foot hard

Under the sudden emergence of stones: "Report." The police only look at money, not people. ”

After listening to the final result, Jiang Futing seemed to be pinched in his heart, did not speak, and continued to walk.

"Squad leader." Zheng Qing suddenly stared at him tightly from the side, motionless, as if he wanted to dig through the other party.

"You say, do these people deserve to die?"

He muttered, a question but full of unmistakable affirmation.

He shook his head, then reacted to something, and his eyes focused on Zheng Qing, and he said with a solemn and serious face: "Stop it, go and turn yourself in." ”

Zheng Qing's footsteps suddenly stopped, looked up at him, and smiled plainly: "What do you say, squad leader?" ”

Jiang Futing stood and looked at him coldly: "Wang Hao was killed by you." ”

The smile on Zheng Qing's face deepened, and he looked honest and innocent: "Squad leader, the more you talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes, everyone knows that it is obviously a female ghost." ”

"The girl in the photo is called Wu Zixuan." Jiang Futing didn't ask him, and it was an affirmative sentence.

The smile on Zheng Qing's face suddenly froze, and then the smile became even more embarrassing: "Squad leader, I always thought you were not interested in beautiful women!" ”

(End of chapter)