The moment he walked into the classroom, the bell rang for the first time, Jiang Che turned around, but he didn't see Luo Yuqing. He shook his head, what didn't change was that she was still the same as before, she was not in the same classroom, how could he find her.

Luckily, he and her were now separated by a wall, not like he had been, and he ran hard against the wind, but still couldn't find her.

But what's unfortunate?

Finding his place and sitting down, Jiang Che was a little dazed when he put the book in his hand into the desk. In fact, every day Jiang Che would involuntarily appear like this, in the blank memory in his mind, he imagined the future, imagined the blue sky and white clouds, imagined the time he missed, the three years that he couldn't go back.

For the people around you, when one day, you suddenly find that there is an unsociable person around you, you will pay attention to him from time to time, you will feel why you didn't find this person like this before, and you will think about what kind of person this is.

Therefore, when Jiang Che didn't know how long this state lasted, he was well known to the people around him. Slowly, the people around him began to learn to tease him. Because at the age of seventeen, silence does not mean sadness, but something on the mind.

"Jiang Che, this is the umpteenth time this week that you have been in a daze during class, you said that you are like this every week, what are you thinking!"

The line of sight slowly became clearer, the white light reflected in the pupils, and the summer classroom still looked a little dazzling even in the morning, like a book in the hand, only by squinting could you see the lines and lines of small words. The rows of students in front of them are very serious with their heads down, the teacher on the podium is wearing black-rimmed eyes, talking spittle, and the light gathers the free dust to the extent that it is visible to the naked eye, just like the junior high school physics book says, solids and liquids will be refracted or diffuse reflection in the nature of light, so it is not our eyes that see the book or the surrounding scenery, but these things let us see.

Then, it's not surprising to see the spittle, such an idea popped up in Jiang Che's mind nonsensically.

"Hey! Be stupid. ”

When the whispered words came, Jiang Che turned his head and saw a pair of very bright eyes, black and white, without a little red blood from staying up all night. Like the glass ball he played with when he was a child, and like a newborn deer, he is full of thirst for the unknown.

It's just that he knows that this owner, who is full of curiosity about the unknown, can also be rude.

"What did you just say?" Jiang Che subconsciously turned the page of the book and looked at the same table that had not changed since the beginning of school.

I said...... You're a big-headed ghost. Chen Pan glared at the boy in front of him, shook his head, looked at the blackboard, and no longer paid attention to this nerd, looking a little cute.

Jiang Che was a little depressed, he didn't know what the girl was angry about, he wasn't angry yet! There was a pain on his cheeks, like countless brushes swept across his cheeks, and he touched it with his hand, Jiang Che looked at the waist-length ponytail.

"I don't know." He muttered. It is said that only through the potential energy and the weight of the object itself can it make very light, very soft things hurt, so what about now? Was it caused by that momentary acceleration?

Damn, what's wrong with me, how can a liberal arts student think about the subject he hated the most before, Jiang Che despises himself.

Hiss!

"You're a dog!" Silence your exasperated voice.

Jiang Che's body stiffened suddenly, accompanied by the pain transferred from his hand to the nerve in his brain, and then the entire scalp seemed to explode, and then he lowered his body and grinned. It's just that when a hand is placed on the girl's head, it loses its strength.

"Stand up, what are you two doing, all kinds of small actions in class, thinking about falling in love all day long, I really don't know what you students think, I think we were ...... back then"

There was a muffled sound from the podium, and you didn't need to look at it to know that it was the sound of a blackboard rubbing on the wooden lectern, accompanied by the teacher's roar, and the whole class was like a marionette, after being pulled the so-called neuron, turning their heads neatly and vigorously.

Sympathetic, incomprehensible, funny, and gloating. Jiang Che looked at these faces without a trace of waves, he looked at the chalk ash floating in the sunlight steadily, like seeing insects that could hover and fly under the street lamp every morning.

Pilgrimage is a general existence.

Chen Pan stood up at a loss, she was not used to everyone's gaze, and lowered her head, maybe because of her weak heart, maybe it was the so-called shame. A flash of red broke into her sight, as dazzling as the sun at noon, making her entire pupils tingle, and her body trembled slightly. She watched as restless beads of blood popped out uncontrollably, then rolled and slipped off her arm, accumulating on the yellow desk.

Looking up, there was the young man's calm face, as he had known him, quietly silent.

……

Infirmary.

"How did you get this wound? Why so vigorous. Chen Pan was keenly aware that the doctor glanced at where she was standing.

"It's okay, I accidentally got it."

Still a quiet teenager amid the doctor's nagging, his slender body whitewashed in a white plaid shirt, occasionally chuckling in defense.

Chen Pan stood to the side and looked at the young man's slightly soft short black hair, revealing beautiful eyebrows, and the row of tooth marks on his arms were very deep, smeared with unknown liquid, and halos of yellow light appeared on his fair arms. The originally smooth skin is now like a scar made by some vicious life, Chen Pan thought, she is this vicious person.

But is he defending her?

As the doctor said "it might hurt a little," she saw the veins in the boy's arm pop up suddenly, and his fists clenched and released.

Jiang Che turned his head and looked at the girl who used to like to fight with him, her eyes were red, her lips were tightly pursed, and even her waist-length ponytail seemed to be hanging her head in frustration, and her mouth was open and closed.

The final ending was made by Chen Pan, which was actually a knot, but she still looked cautious. In fact, such a wound is not a big deal for a boy of this age, although Jiang Che looks quiet, but when it is time to hide, there is no ambiguity at all.

During the time of private study, he didn't have conflicts with people, the most serious time was that his nose was punched and he was bleeding, and afterwards he just blocked it with paper, and he was also injured while playing. It's just that he was bitten for the first time.

However, they were all injuries, he thought, and they were no different.

The corridor was quiet, and occasionally I heard the teacher's question from the classroom next door, and then the sparse voice answered. There are those who are confident and those who are not, and they can be distinguished by their voices.

At this age, there seems to be a comparison of everything, and the top students who answer questions most actively and loudly, and the so-called students with bad grades who are naughty and mischievous. Everyone is trying to express themselves, no matter how they are.

Jiang Che thought that the reason why so many people felt strange or deliberately talked to him was because he was too different.

Slowed down, naturally he saw the person he cared about, Jiang Che looked at Luo Yuqing who was standing at the door, opened his mouth, and still didn't speak after all, just because he saw her quickly lowering her head.

Standing in the doorway during class time, there is no need for any words to explain why.

Chen Pan in the back was obviously still immersed in that matter, and he didn't notice Jiang Che's stoppage, and directly bumped into it, "Ah", covered his forehead, and looked at Jiang Che for some reason.

Luo Yuqing seemed a little silent, and the eyes were two figures walking side by side, without deliberately talking, walking silently at the entrance of the building, as if the footsteps were instead of speaking.

When I walked to the door of the classroom, the teacher had changed, and the next class was over, and the next class continued, and every day I sat boringly and boringly, and the words "study" and "study" were repeated in my mind. Therefore, Jiang Che understood their mood of watching the excitement like this. After making a report, the two walked across the podium, and there were a pair of eyes in their sight, Jiang Che didn't want to pay attention to these superfluous emotions.

Returning to his seat, Jiang Che found the textbook for this class and opened it. There was a tingling sensation in his arm, which made it a little inconvenient for him to take notes.

Bowing his head, it was a white bow lying on the wound, but it was not so ugly, Jiang Che thought so.

There was an extra note in his sight, moving quietly on the table, Jiang Che watched it slowly move from the other side of the table to his side, at the speed of a snail.

"I'm sorry that you were criticized by the teacher."

“……”

Scratching his head, Jiang Che took the note very distressed, wrote a few words, glanced at the girl next to him, and found that she was staring at the blackboard blankly, not knowing what she was thinking, thinking and thinking, and feeling that this was not good, and not knowing how to comfort her. He simply put it in the drawer, he was the worst at comforting people.