In school, there is a saying that although there are two classes, their communication is sometimes more lively than that of the same class. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the hallway, students from several different classes were chatting.

"Have you heard, the first grade in this monthly exam is Mu Zhaoling from Class F. ”

The other said to one of them, "Eh, isn't that from your class?"

"Well," the F-class student looked a little unhappy, "a guy who is very tugging." ”

Classmates who don't know the truth: "Won't you?"

"No, that guy looks down on people very much, doesn't talk all day long, and ignores questions when asked, as if he is amazing. ”

"I heard that his family seems to be very rich, and of course the rich family looks down on us. ”

"Don't say that, maybe it's a character flaw. ”

"It seems that he is usually like a wooden man, with no expression on his face at all. ”

"Isn't it pitiful?"

"No matter how good your grades are, you can't laugh or cry, if you want me, it's better to get a zero score. ”

――The topic that revolves around Mu Zhaoling, these people talk and laugh, although most of them are not good things.

When Liang Yu came back from the bathroom, he happened to hear the second half of these people's words, and he walked over with a frown, "Hey, wouldn't it be too much for you to talk like this?!"

The conversation was interrupted, and the attention of several people was focused on him.

The student in Class F grinned and said, "Athletic Commissioner, we're just joking, joking. ”

Although the words may sound malicious to the person concerned, for these students, these conversations are indeed mostly jokes, they are just ordinary students, and their understanding of others is mostly superficial, and what Mu Zhaoling shows is also very consistent with what they say.

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, Mu Zhaoling is very good, he just doesn't know how to communicate. Liang Yu still had anger on his face.

"Uh-huh," the students in the other classes nodded perfunctorily, "I understand, it's just that the talent is full of IQ, and it's normal for EQ to be low." ”

Because the attitude was not correct from the beginning, no amount of communication could change their opinions, Liang Yu was annoyed, but he couldn't convince them, "Forget it, you can know if you have more contact, others are really good." ”

After he left, the men began to talk again.

"Who's that guy? ”

"The sports committee member of our class is a very enthusiastic person, and he is the first to do any hard work. The student in Class F explained, "Well, he and the class leader will talk to Mu Zhaoling, of course he will murder us." ”

- This is just a small episode, the only one affected is Liang Yu, Ah Ling's affairs he knows better than anyone in Bai Zhong, too good to fit in with the surrounding environment, Ah Ling he ...... Maybe you shouldn't have come to Baizhong......

He didn't tell anyone about these things, but he just kept them in his heart. Besides, things weren't far from that, and they weren't necessarily bad enough to be as bad as he thought.

――If the idea does not match the facts――

From the morning to the afternoon class, there are more than two hours of time, Mu Zhaoling doesn't like to 'show his face' outside, he usually goes back to his own home, and there are two people at home who are fed, and they come and go and wash the dishes and cook, just enough to pass this time.

The bell rang at the end of the last class, like a splash of water stirring up a thousand waves, and the whole school was immersed in the restlessness of the end of school.

Five minutes after the bell rang, a strange female classmate came to the door of Class F, and she looked at Class F stiffly, and at this time there were only a few people left in the class.

"That, is Mu Zhaoling in the class?"

The closest student pointed to the back of the room, indicating that the person she was looking for.

"Hello," she came to Mu Zhaoling, "it was Nangong Die who asked me to come to you, she said that she couldn't leave the school alone, so I asked you for help." ”

Nangong Butterfly ...... Mu Zhaoling paused, "Well, I see. ”

The girl who treats the world as a garden and dances, if it is not necessary, I really don't want to touch it more, but for now...... Let's deal with it a little bit.

After getting his reply, the girl said a few more words and went straight home.

There was no task, and there was no longer a stay, so Mu Zhaoling went directly to her.

Year 2 Class E.

When he came here, Nangong Die was surrounded by five students, two men and three women, they were talking and laughing, and they seemed to have a very good relationship.

Nangong Die found him, and then said to the classmate who was talking to him, "Ah, I'm sorry, the person I'm waiting for is here." ”

Then everyone's eyes moved to Mu Zhaoling.

Indescribable myopia glasses!

Because of this bug-like special item, in the eyes of these ordinary students, Mu Zhaoling looks like a lifeless dead house, gloomy, introverted, and difficult to touch.

It was hard for them to imagine that such a beautiful and gentle Nangong Butterfly would be this kind of person!

Even a cynical gentleman is better than this, right!?

"Ah, hello. The smile was a bit far-fetched, and these people were greeting him.

"Hmm. Mu Zhaoling nodded, and... There is no then.

- If he didn't cover up his bad attitude with his appearance, he was really not fit to be a student in this school.

"Let's go. He walked up to Nangong Die, and then carried the other party on his back.

"I'm sorry," Nangong Die smiled apologetically at these classmates, "I'll go back first." ”

Although they don't like this man, they have a very good impression of her.

"Take care of yourself. ”

"I'm going to come back in the afternoon~"

"Goodbye. ”

.........

In the early autumn sun, the heat does not decrease at all, and the feeling of being exposed to the sun is not comfortable, Mu Zhaoling carried the Nangong butterfly on his back and tried to walk in a place with shadows.

"That ......" was supposed to be a silent barrier, but Nangong Die opened her mouth to break the uncomfortable silence, "That's not good." ”

"Hmm. Mu Zhaoling knew that she was talking about her attitude towards those people just now.

It's nothing, he's a god of countless years, and mortals... Before the ideological outlook and values mature, the dialogue with each other will only make him bored and uncomfortable.

Besides, most of the immortals are otherworldly, and ordinary people rarely get their approval.

"Is there a reason?" Nangong Die turned her face sideways and leaned lightly on his shoulder, as if she was a little tired.

"We understand the world differently, and there is no need for communication. There was no change in expression on Mu Zhaoling's face, and he did not refuse the other party's slightly intimate action.

Because of Nangong Die, she... Dead!