Chapter 44: The Double-Sided Table of the Scholar

Song Jiazhu's heart began a difficult tug-of-war, and his eyes never took his eyes off the direction of Lin Zhi.

The fierce exchange of thoughts stopped subtly after seeing Lin Zhi's hand pressed on the yukata, and in Song Jiazhu's brain, the victorious side began to crush and suppress the other thoughts.

He clearly understood how despicable and shady his actions were, and Lin Weaving was being spied on by him without knowing it, and he didn't cut off contact in advance.

The joy of the slightly distorted betrayal breeds, and the dark side of human nature spreads.

Because the mirror and the desk are not on the same surface, Song Jiazhu can only see the side of Lin Zhi.

Under the light, the young man's rounded shoulders were white, and the smooth body lines were half-hidden by the bed.

When he saw the clothes in Lin Zhi's hand, Song Jiazhu subconsciously picked up the water cup on the side and took a sip of water.

The height of the bed can only cover Lin Zhi's calves, so Song Jiazhu can clearly see that Lin Zhi bent over slightly and bent his legs to wear intimate clothes, a piece of clothing that can be judged as if there is nothing, and talking about something is better than nothing.

The strong sense of thirst forced Song Jiazhu to take another sip of water, and even though he knew that Lin Zhi couldn't see it, he still used the action of drinking water to cover his slightly unnatural expression.

In front of the mirror, Lin Zhi sighed softly in his heart.

He didn't buy these clothes, and the original owner actually had a very wild side in his heart, but he was always suppressed, he didn't try these clothes when he bought them, he just looked at them, and stuffed them into the depths of the closet.

Lin Zhi didn't plan to wear this dress so early, in his plan, at least two weeks later, on a day that was no different from the previous video call, he would actively or passively show in front of Song Jiazhu and let him be impacted, not on the first day of video tutoring.

can consider Song Jiazhu's abnormality just now, but he doesn't know where Song Jiazhu's abnormality came from, but it is certain that he can give Song Jiazhu a sense of security.

Then he didn't mind making Song Jiazhu feel more secure and making him more greedy.

If it was just by his strength, he couldn't tell if Song Jiazhu kept talking, but 01 knew that it could see and tell him the answer.

Lin Zhi picked up the upper part of the clothes, this set of clothes is a two-piece set of tops and skirts, although the fabrics may not add up to as much as Song Jiazhu's dark blue sweatshirt winter fabric.

This is strictly out of the category of hot girl outfits, although the upper body fits, but it is essentially a piece of clothing that is not suitable for going out.

The upper body is a bandeau design, and the blue and white plaid fabric is wrapped with white lace, and the middle is semi-hollowed, crossed by a ribbon of the same color as white lace, connecting the two pieces of fabric.

The lower body is a blue and white plaid skirt with a circle of white lace at the bottom, and a white apron design similar to a maid's outfit in the center.

Lin Weaving was tall, so the skirt, which was not long, was a little upward.

Lin Zhi didn't deliberately wear a wig, in fact, even if a boy wore such clothes, there was not much sense of disobedience.

He looked at the clothes in the mirror and remembered that when the original owner bought this dress, the label 'sweetness' on it was indeed very consistent.

Song Jiazhu tried his best to calm his breathing and adjusted his sitting posture.

In the picture, Lin Zhi turned his back to him, and seemed to be looking for something else in the closet.

When he bent down to look for it, Song Jiazhu's posture was almost stiff.

After a while, Lin Zhi found what he was looking for.

This is the matching small piece of the dress, which is scattered in the cupboard.

The translucent white bow lace style chocker is woven around the neck.

Instead of looking in the mirror, he looked in the direction of the desk and faced the bed in front of him.

Song Jiazhu's heartbeat almost stopped for a moment, it was a mixture of surprise and fear, enough to stop his thoughts.

Coveting the good, fearing to be discovered, this is the unity of the snooper.

Then the overly intense heartbeat that was almost resuscitating made Song Jiazhu exude warmth in the cold winter.

It was a pair of knee-high socks, to be precise, the same chocker-style stockings as the absolute realm, that is, in the center of the thighs.

The top is embellished with a circle of white lace, which echoes the overall outfit and achieves a certain harmony.

He is like a sweet gift waiting to be unwrapped, and the bow around his neck seems to be the key to unlocking everything.

This winter day was unprecedentedly warm, the dark-eyed young man across the screen was deep, his unspeakable lips did not reveal any words, and his emotions burst silently.

The man he was watching was sitting on the bed, half-kneeling and reaching out to pull the cupboard beside the bed, as if to find something inside.

With the traction of the action, the full and hidden snow is revealed in front of people.

Lin Zhi didn't take out the things he had played in the previous world, but took out a small mirror.

The reward does not need to cross the line, and the sense of anticipation of opening the gift lies in the unknown.

He looked at himself in the mirror and saw his smiling eyes.

Lin Zhi put down the mirror, lowered his head and rubbed his ankle, which was no longer painful.

After waiting for about two minutes, Lin Zhi got up and walked to the desk.

When he picked up his phone, he saw an empty room on the other side of the video.

He let out a deliberate exclamation and immediately turned off the video.

After finishing the work, Lin Zhi put the phone on the table, with a meaningful smile in his eyes.

Sleep well, little mute.

On the other side of being contacted by the data, Song Jiazhu sat back at his desk when he saw the screen pop back to the dialog box under black.

On his desk is a pot of rejuvenated stars, stretching its leaves in the light.

At the moment when Lin Zhi walked over, Song Jiazhu subconsciously moved himself out of sight.

He was like a thief who had stolen a sweet dream, recalling the dream that made his heart palpitate in a slight dizziness of his brain.

This is like an overly gorgeous fireworks festival for the innocent boy who is blank in terms of feelings, and his thoughts are like meteors, falling into the same love lake.

The ripples rippled outward, and in the real dream, they spread outward round and round, and never stopped.

In the dream, he opened the gift, his hand gripping the snow slightly, leaving finger marks.

The fragments of reality were intertwined, and Lin Zhi's eyes were glowing with a faint mist, making everything like a fog and hazy.

Song Jiazhu was almost late the next day, he almost didn't have an alarm clock, and his biological clock would make him get up earlier than half past six, and then he could wash and change clothes and eat breakfast and enter the school very much, but he woke up today, and it was only fifteen minutes before he read early.

He washed up in a hurry, but fortunately his residence was close enough to the school that he stepped into the class just in time for the bell to ring.

"You're here later than usual today."

Lin Zhi's voice sounded in his ears, and Song Jiazhu nodded, without explaining the reason.

He didn't even look at Lin Weaving's eyes, worried that his unrestrained pleasure would be exposed.

This shouldn't be, Song Jiazhu knows it.

He looked at the contents of the book, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

School life is a regular fun and boring, like a reciprocating and changing stream of water.

Since He Yuqing and Wang Aya sat closer to Lin Weaving, Lin Weaving's daily life has changed slightly.

He Yuqing always seems to have endless snacks there, and she loves to share, so Lin Zhi can often receive small snacks passed by Wang Aya, and in order to give back her heart, Lin Zhi will occasionally buy some small snacks and share them with them.

This seems to have become a pattern of friendship transmission, even though Lin Zhi tried hard to maintain a small transparent posture, but he was still strongly absorbed into the circle by them, after all, he was a quiet and introverted classmate who was not good at rejecting others.

Song Jiazhu is still the same, but there is a consensus in the whole class that he has a good relationship with him at the same table.

This is not what anyone announced, but Song Jiazhu will fill Lin Zhi's cup with hot water every morning before he comes to school.

When taking the test paper or homework, Song Jiazhu will take it along with Lin Zhi's copy.

Sometimes classmates would see them eating together in the school cafeteria, and all this made up this consensus.

So sometimes some students are embarrassed to ask Song Jiazhu directly, they will ask Lin Zhi to ask, and Lin Zhi generally will not refuse.

So in the eyes of other students, Song Jiazhu and Lin Weaving became a cold scholar and his cute and shy tablemate, and the other students didn't want to call Lin Weaving's name, but although Lin Weaving's grades were very good, he was too introverted, he wouldn't take the initiative to communicate with people, and he wouldn't even look at people, just like a mimosa.

Song Jiazhu, who overheard his classmates calling Lin Weaving like this, was silent, and even enjoyed the badness that Lin Weaving only showed in front of him.

Time flies, the midterm exam doesn't seem to be over for long, and the next monthly exam is approaching, scheduled for the end of December.

However, the students did not shroud themselves in the shadow of the monthly exams that were coming in more than a week, because Christmas was coming.

Although it is a foreign festival, the students are keen to celebrate festivals other than the Qingming Festival, and follow the customs of the festival after localization.

On Christmas Eve, Lin Zhi received several apples, and he also gave He Yuqing apples and candy in return, of course, there was also Song Jiazhu's share.

Song Jiazhu had already prepared it for him, and it was placed on his desk earlier than He Yuqing, and the handwritten greeting card was also very beautiful.

For most of the month, Lin Zhi and Song Jiazhu maintained a highly similar life routine.

One or two hours of video every night, not all of them are studying, Lin Zhi will hang the video to watch a movie, and Song Jiazhu will listen to his background music on the other end and read a book.

On Sundays, they sometimes go to bookstores or welfare homes together, and the last time Lin Zhi took Song Jiazhu to eat a Sichuan food for two, a mouthful of chili pepper Song Jiazhu drank two glasses of water, which made Lin Zhi laugh for a long time.

Song Jiazhu still wanted to insist, but Lin Zhi couldn't bear to order non-spicy dishes so that Song Jiazhu could eat peacefully.

They tacitly maintain a state of seeming regression but actually progress, and only when the fingers that occasionally touch each other during class can freely hold each other's belongings, the sense of ambiguity will spill over slightly.

The evening self-study class is very lively, and students who don't usually communicate with each other will also give candy to students who are more familiar with other classes on this day.

Lin Zhi came back from the teacher's office with the papers, because his grades had improved relatively quickly during this time, and he was relatively stable and did not lag behind, and the head teacher would also pay more attention to his learning progress, and occasionally asked him to take care of Song Jiazhu, not only the students, but even the teachers also noticed their harmonious relationship.

The corridor was very lively, He Yuqing was standing at the door of the second class chatting with people, and saw Lin Zhi calling him.

Lin Zhi looked up and smiled at her.

Xu Lieyang stood in the middle of the corridor, and when he heard the girl shouting Lin Zhi's name, he also subconsciously raised his head.

The darkness outside the overpass and the illumination of the corridor make the boy's face reflect in the eyes of the observer.

Chapter 45: The Double-Faced Table of the Scholar

Christmas Day was a normal working day, and students went to class as usual.

Unlike the businesses that have launched holiday packages with Christmas signs in advance, because there is no holiday, there is a festive atmosphere similar to yesterday's Christmas Eve in the school only when the evening comes.

When Song Jiazhu came out of the bathroom, he saw Xu Lieyang.

Xu Lieyang beckoned to him, obviously having something to say to him.

Song Jiazhu's eyes raised slightly, he didn't refuse, followed Xu Lieyang down the stairs, and went to the corner of the stairs to speak.