In the midterm exam in the first semester of high school, Lu Zhengkang lost to Jiang Jin by one point. In the following days, he went to class as usual, ate as usual, and his daily routine did not change. On the contrary, several of his roommates acted strangely.

No one was joking in front of him, and his voice was full of sorrow and nostalgia, which made Lu Zhengkang wonder if he was already dead.

Hearing them talking and laughing in the dormitory, Lu Zhengkang thought about joining the conversation. As soon as he appeared, the smiles on everyone's faces immediately disappeared and they looked at him with serious eyes again.

"What plague do you have? Why are you so weird?"

"Deer, a great military strategist in ancient times once said that victory or defeat is a matter of military strategism. The past is past, don't take it to heart." Roommate Zhou Xiuhe, an old-looking, slovenly boy, came up to pat the deer.

He has healthy shoulders and a face that has the vicissitudes of a middle-aged Mediterranean man.

Lu Zhengkang also patted him on the shoulder, "You speak human language."

The chubby Zou Xiagu said quickly: "Oh, don't mention this, the deer is angry."

Lu Zhengkang looked at Zhang Yingxuan, "Do you think you'll be angry if I lose to Jiang Jin?"

Classmate Xiao Zhang is sweating profusely now. The loyalty of the world cannot tolerate a snitch. He, a traitor, made the secret of the decisive battle between the two masters that day public. He really should not have done it. He destroyed the majesty and evil spirit of his brother. Not to mention three things.

The knife made six holes, and at least one of his little fingers had to be cut off to apologize.

Ten minutes later, the four people who returned from the canteen all had delicious grilled sausages.

Lu Zhengkang bit into the black pepper sausage and made a squeaking sound, as if chewing the traitor's fingers. Zou Xiagu ate the fastest, licking the stick with endless interest. Zhou Xiuhe asked while eating, his words were vague: "Deer, you really don't

angry?"

"Why should I be angry? Jiang Jin is a better student than me."

"There is only one point difference between you two. If it is a subjective Chinese question, the teacher will give you more help. This time you will be ranked first."

"That's right, it's a non-war crime! It's all because of Old Monster Song's partiality."

Lu Zhengkang didn't know how to explain it. "I really don't care. As long as my grades are so-so."

These words silenced the roommates.

Zou Xiagu held the bamboo stick in his mouth and made a few random circles, "Deer, who doesn't care about being the first in the grade? It's okay to lie to your brothers, but don't lie to yourself. If my brother is cheated by you, just smile...

"

"Stop." Lu Zhengkang covered his head, "Have you never thought that I will have enough food and clothing in my life and don't need to care about my school grades?"

"Brother, I'm not saying that. It's true. In fact, everyone can see it." Zhou Xiuhe muttered, feeling guilty for exposing his classmates' thoughts, "You really care about being the first in this grade."

Lu Zhengkang was so stunned that he waved his hands and ran to wash up and get ready for a good sleep.

In the first year of high school, there is evening self-study, from 6:30 to 9:00. Among high schools in the city, it is relatively relaxed. In some high schools, evening self-study is postponed until 10:30. Lu Zhengkang does not like late self-study. Except for the teachers who earn wages on behalf of the class,

No one likes studying in the evening. But he also misses studying in the evening, as quiet as a tomb, the silent faces of his classmates, and the snacks secretly shared under the desk.

Lu Zhengkang tried to go to bed early. As soon as it passed ten o'clock in the evening, the mobile phone system was locked. When the lights were turned off at eleven o'clock, the LEDs he stared at the ceiling dimmed instantly, and the residual afterglow of the fluorescent material on the lamp wall was still giving off a faint light. After that,

After a while, the slight brightness also faded.

In the lightless darkness, the mixed signals of the optic nerve created a gray cloud floating on the ceiling.

He finally found that he had insomnia.

During the morning run the next day, Lu Zhengkang was a little absent-minded due to lack of sleep, and stepped on the shoes of the leader Zhang Yingxuan several times. Xiao Zhang was angry but did not dare to speak, and silently shrank behind him.

One good thing about the large size of the school is that you don’t have to be crowded to run in the morning. Lu Zhengkang remembers how high school running exercises looked like a big sheepfold at the beginning of the century. Some things have changed, and some things have not. Morning runs are still used by the school.

To tame students, girls will still use their period as an excuse to avoid running, and boys will still chat and joke while running.

Lu Zhengkang led the race for Zhang Yingxuan, but he was still absent-minded and fast-paced, and accidentally lost the lead of the large group. His classmates called him from behind, but they didn't hear them.

Someone tapped Lu Zhengkang on the shoulder from behind. He turned around and said hello to the girl: Hi.

"Lu Zhengkang, you are running too fast." The person who came was the sports committee member, who was mainly strong, vigorous, enthusiastic and cheerful.

"Oh, my bad, I'm sorry." Lu Zhengkang quickly slowed down his pace.

"How about I take the lead? You don't look very good."

"Well, thank you." Lu Zhengkang consciously retreated to the team, and he retreated all the way to the end.

The compulsory Chinese class in the morning was taken over by a new trainee teacher and was arranged in a lecture theater. After handing in his mobile phone, Lu Zhengkang found a corner in the back row. When the projection screen came on and the lights in the room dimmed, he started using his hands.

He dozed off with his head propped up. Several students sitting next to him took out their spare phones, switched them to transparent mode, and began to entertain themselves seriously.

The atmosphere in the classroom was dull. Lu Zhengkang was sleeping unconsciously. His head dropped unconsciously, and then he quickly raised it up again. He did this over and over again, like a chicken pecking at rice. He nodded his head here, which was encouraging.

With the confidence of the substitute teacher, the lectures became louder and more passionate.

After class, the substitute teacher returned to the office. The head teacher asked him what he thought. He said a few polite words, and then mentioned in particular, "There is a student who is very enthusiastic. He kept nodding his head to encourage me when I was teaching."

"Which student is so kind? The students in this school are very difficult to deal with. If you are not careful, you will be posted on the blackboard. I have been asked by students before if I can't stand up." The head teacher said it as a joke, and other teachers in the office

They also joined in the fun.

On an ordinary day, the teachers in the office were in a good mood because of this incident. They even shared it in the teacher chat room, and everyone laughed and talked about their professional experiences.

At 1:03 p.m., a senior high school student committed suicide in Huai'an Building on the North Campus. It was only two minutes before the first class in the afternoon. Students were chatting in the classroom and corridor. The boy suddenly climbed over the railing and jumped.

, fell in the snow-covered green belt, a hole was punched out in the bush, and the bright red blood dyed the roadside red.

This winter cold wind ruined the good mood of the teachers. Someone posted photos of the scene in the chat room, and some of them were coded. The bloody stretcher was sent into the ambulance. The first responders were wearing white coats and black rubber shoes.

The eyes glancing towards the camera reveal dullness and tranquility, they are like a group of silent trees covered with snow.

In the days that followed, Lu Zhengkang's classmates talked about this incident with strange, uneasy smiles on their faces.

When taking an elective foreign language class, the distant sounds of suonas and gongs came from the campus streets, and the students' minds were completely distracted by this subtle movement. Everyone was restless, whispering, and poking their heads towards the windows.

"I heard that the family members of the deceased are here." In the cafeteria at noon, 11 out of 10 people were talking about this matter.

"Why did you jump off the building? Does anyone know?"

"It seems that I am under too much pressure from study. My family is pushing me too hard. I am not very popular and have no friends."

Lu Zhengkang received many emails from his old classmates in Ninghu. They also heard about the incident and sent condolences one after another, making it seem as if something had happened to Lu Zhengkang.

"Xuan, it's not you who said it again, is it?"

"Absolutely not." Zhang Yingxuan is indeed not a loudmouthed person and usually has little desire to socialize.

When a student died, other than the news spreading within a small area, it did not stir up any disturbance. The family of the deceased had agreed on compensation and no longer came to the school to cause trouble. The Luoxue campus was as quiet as yesterday, as if nothing had happened.

But everyone knows that this classmate will live in their hearts forever, and will remain in their memory as an unknown and miserable person. In the future, he will be mentioned as a topic of conversation countless times.

Before the New Year, the school arranged monthly exams. This time, Lu Zhengkang got the first place. The second place was not Jiang Jin, and the third place was not her. Jiang Jin ranked sixth in grade.

The day when the results came out happened to be a Friday. Lu Zhengkang still went straight to Nandou's hut after school, and Brother T and Hong Yuanmei were still so enthusiastic. If the intelligent robot jumped down from the building, it would definitely not die. Their graveyard is

Garbage dumps and factory recycling lines. If the core data is retained, it can survive by changing the body.

"Still the same?"

He nodded. A beautiful colorful firework was displayed on Hongyuanmei's screen.

After receiving two drinks, he stood at the counter for a while when Su Xiangli suddenly jumped on his back and let out a strange and threatening scream.

"rua! Are you scared? Are you scared?"

Lu Zhengkang: "..."

"What's the matter? You're not happy. You're not happy when you see me. You deserve a beating!" Su Xiangli's warm eyes were like red coals in a fire pit. He tiptoed and kissed his lips quickly, like a skylark flitting across the spring lake.

"My lips are so cold." Lu Zhengkang laughed strangely.

"It's so cold!" Su Xiangli took a sip, "Aren't you going to drink?"

"I'm not thirsty now."

They walked along the artistic street outside the South Gate towards the Skytrain Station. The laser isolation tape outside the shopping plaza has been removed, and the newly painted surface is beautiful and neat. There are still a few bright red paint stains remaining on the street pavement. As pedestrians

As you walk by, this bit of paint will gradually be worn away by the footprints in the next few months.

Su Xiangli began to complain about school life again. She had already discovered that there was a gap between herself and the peers around her. This was due to differences in reality. The students of Guoyi Middle School were born in wealth, while Su Xiangli's family background was ordinary in comparison.

We usually study together, but it seems like we are in two different worlds, and even our living habits are very different. She can't make friends, and she doesn't like the classmates around her.

"If you really don't like it, just transfer to another school." Lu Zhengkang suggested.

He had never made this suggestion before. No matter what Su Xiangli did, he would support it and would not back down.

Su Xiangli stopped and stared at his face with strange and twinkling eyes in the winter night. This young man's energetic and cheerful face always seemed to be covered with a faint shadow in the clear blue sky after the rain. Others may not be able to see it.

Even after he came out, his family didn't notice, but Su Xiangli knew.

If Lu Zhengkang had a heart disease, she would be the attending physician. If a master of martial arts was injured, she would be the miracle doctor Sai Huatuo.

Comrade Sai Huatuo took off the man's bandage, pointed to the sword mark on his heart and said: Which master hurt you? Well, looking at the injury, it seems that it was caused by swordsmen from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Based on my many years of medical experience, I can't hurt you.

This move is called Hui Feng Dancing Willow, right?

The reckless man looked helpless: Sai Huatuo, you are still Wang Yuyan.

Su Xiangli smiled and stroked his cheek with her soft palms, "Are you stimulated by Jiang Jin? Oops, someone can't be the first in the grade."

The reckless man sighed: Comrade Saihua Tuo, something has really happened to the old swordsman you talked about now.

"She failed in her performance this time and fell to sixth grade. It's very abnormal."
To be continued...