"That long gash is like an ugly scar"

Unlike Ling Yue, Mu Zi'an was born with an unruly and uninhibited energy in his bones. Every morning, he would step on the class bell and swagger into the classroom under the annoyed gaze of the teacher. He shoved his bag into his desk and sat down on a stool. When he encounters a class that interests him, he will tilt his body to listen for a while, and when he encounters a class that he is not interested in, he will put his school uniform and hat on his head and fall asleep. When the bell rang for the end of class, he woke up miraculously, "whoosh" out of the classroom, and came back sweating profusely.

Because he always got a good score in the exam, the teachers of each subject turned a blind eye to him, and even if there was a teacher who took care of him, he would not listen.

In Wencheng Middle School, if Ling Yue is a god-like existence, then Mu Zi'an is an immortal-like existence. Just like Ling Yue looked down on Mu Zi'an's unruliness, Mu Zi'an also looked down on Ling Yue's security. Just like in that math class, even though Ling Yue's ideas for teaching the students were clear and fluent, Mu Zi'an still felt that Ling Yue was just pretending.

Fake, fucking fake! Mu Zi'an squinted at Ling Yuebian and said "bah" twice in his heart. When Ling Yue walked down from the podium after finishing speaking, Mu Zi'an deliberately coughed loudly a few times, causing the classmates to turn their heads to look at him, but he pretended that nothing had happened.

Lin Yawen, who was sitting by the window, looked at Teacher Wang in the smoke, a little worried. However, Ling Yue calmly walked to his seat, picked up the workbook and continued to work on the questions.

The smoke in the classroom has a little more smell of gunsmoke, Lin Yawen thinks.

Sure enough, as Lin Yawen expected, when the bell rang for the end of class, Mu Zi'an deliberately went around the corridor beside Ling Yue when he left the classroom door. I saw that he deliberately tilted his body, and touched Ling Yue with his arm as if he were nothing, Ling Yue staggered, and the pen in his hand was writing, and with a "stab" sound, he cut a long hole in the exercise book.

The long gaff, like an ugly scar, lay across the exercise book. Ling Yue stood up suddenly, his face flushed, he rushed to Mu Zi'an's side, and reached out to grab his coat.

"Stop!" Ling Yue's voice was low, but it had an indescribable sharpness. Mu Zi'an glared at him, shook off Ling Yue's hand fiercely, and walked away. Ling Yue hurriedly walked back to the classroom, picked up the book that had fallen on the ground, and then tore off the grinning workbook and threw it into the trash.

The classmates talked a lot, some felt that Ling Yue was too easy to bully, and some complained about him. Lin Yawen sat in the corner, she was very angry and anxious, but because there were too many people in the classroom, she didn't have the courage to walk up to Ling Yue and say a word of comfort to him, even if it was just a word.

When she raised her eyes to look at Ling Yue again, Su Xiaoyun stood next to Ling Yue and said something with a sideways face.

Lin Yawen's head "buzzed", and her heart was like a pool of calm lake, suddenly rippling. It's like a little soft sand, leaving a messy walk. A little lost, a little sad, and a little inexplicably sad.

If you weren't so timid, if you weren't so timid, wouldn't it be me and not her who is standing next to you now?

After a long time, Lin Yawen always has such feelings when he recalls the past. But the rivers of life flow endlessly, and life does not believe in assumptions and ifs.