[Assassination Classroom] Dimensional Wall

【01】36.1℃

**[The reason why this world is beautiful is because of your existence. ]**

It was raining outside the window.

The dark clouds lingered on the gray sky, the rain that fell was like the tears of God, and the faint thunder in my ears was like a sigh leaking from the gap between the teeth and the gap in the heart.The whistling wind made the rain more violent, and the posture of throwing itself on the window seemed to die with something.

With the sound of sliding, the window was closed lightly, and the curtains, which had been struggling in the wind for a long time, finally had a chance to breathe.

The temperature is not too satisfactory.The cold spring is expected, and the white gas exhaled can be clearly seen in the air.The glass was covered with a hazy mist, Su Qiong who was sitting by the window couldn't help but reach out to wipe it off, the biting cold temperature stained the fingertips, Su Qiong just paused and then gently wiped the whole palm All over the windows.

The lines on the palm were not very clear on the blurred window. Su Qiong stared at the wet palm, tilted her head, and immediately a few strands of loose black hair fell on her chest, and the hair was soft It's outrageous, just like Su Qiong himself.

Gentle, good-tempered, no matter what happens, she can always wear a warm smile on her face. As a healing department, people can't help but like her at first glance-this is almost everyone's evaluation of her in the class.And Su Qiong himself didn't express anything about it, and was always smiling.

The cold air made her lungs moist and uncomfortable. Su Qiong took a deep breath, and only dared to exhale it after the damp feeling faded and the nasal cavity became warm.The long and entangled breath is like the water plants gently floating around, dispelling the chill in the spring rainy season.

The weather in the south has always been like this.Although the words "Jiangnan water town" can easily remind people of beautiful things such as the warm spring breeze, willows blowing across the broken bridge and the West Lake, but we have to admit that winter and early spring in the south of the Yangtze River are always Maintain this viscous and cold state.

Students in the south were still shivering in winter clothes when other places had already put on T-shirts.In such a cold spring, no matter how good-tempered a person is, he can't keep a comfortable smile all day long.

The classmates in the classroom were chasing and playing, the hot atmosphere was in stark contrast to the cold rain flying outside the window. After all, they were just the little devils in the second year of junior high school. The pressure of the high school entrance examination had not yet been fully exerted on everyone. And happiness is the capital they are squandering at the moment.

Su Qiong closed the notes that had been sorted out in class, rested her chin and stared boredly at the place on the glass window where the water vapor had just been wiped off by her and gradually condensed again, and raised her hand to write stroke by stroke on it, with a gentle and gentle expression. Focused, the faint smile on the corner of the mouth seems to carry a calming magic.

"Yejun, good day."

Just as the last stroke was being made, the school bell rang.The sigh of dissatisfaction boiled up for a while, and then calmed down as the teacher strode into the classroom.Su Qiong pursed her lips, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, she just finished a little secret that only belonged to her, she smiled like a cat that stole the fish.

Staring at the textbook, what gradually emerged in Su Qiong's mind was the red-haired boy holding a gun and laughing domineeringly. His energetic appearance seemed to make people full of strength.

So today, let’s still study hard for Yejun.

Su-joon said this to herself, holding the pen.

****

The history teacher wearing old-fashioned rimless gold-rimmed glasses stood on the podium and described several major battles in modern Chinese history in a calm and rigid tone. The students below were either whispering or falling asleep or writing Homework, almost no one attending the class.

You can't blame everyone for this - the boring course and the teacher's boring and uninspired way of narration made everyone lose interest in history class.Probably the history teacher also knows this, as long as the discipline in the class is not too unbearable, just turn a blind eye and close one eye and let everyone go.

It is precisely because of this that Su Qiong, who is a well-behaved student, dared to give the two-dimensional character named "Akabane Industry" a piece of paper carefully under the teacher's eyelids in history class, using the paper under the thick history book. write a letter.A letter was written that made Su Qiong terrified. On the one hand, he felt guilty for not listening to the class well, and on the other hand, he was full of uncontrollable emotions.

But Su Qiong, who is very interested in history, has already read the history textbook no less than a hundred times, and almost all the contents of the textbook can be recounted with closed eyes, so there is really no need to attend the class.

Su Qiong herself struggled for a long time before she dared to write a letter to Akabane for the first time in history class.

I thought that the history teacher would ignore everything and leave class as usual, but Su Qiong obviously underestimated how appallingly low her luck value was recently. The letter just started, and the history The teacher didn't know why he suddenly called the students to answer the questions.

You must know that the probability of her being named is even smaller than the probability of Halley's Comet hitting the earth.

But Su Qiong, who was immersed in his own world, didn't notice the movement of the history teacher at all, and continued to concentrate on his work, and the teacher's voice didn't float into his ears at all.Stroke by stroke, Su Qiong has always written seriously and vigorously, and the words written are as correct as hers.

"If the next student can't answer the question again, go out and stand for me!"

Su Qiong, who has never heard of it, wrote: "... I am in class now, and I am writing to you under the teacher's gaze. Although I know this is not good, I still can't hold back my emotions and want to tell them all. for you……"

"Number 37, stand up and answer!"

"The weather is not very good. Although it is spring, it is still very cold. I thought that the weather this week should be getting warmer, but who knows that it started to rain again. I didn't bring any clothes, although I didn't feel cold sitting in the classroom. But once I get outside, I might be frozen into a popsicle..."

"Number 37!" The voice suppressed anger was raised again and again.

"...I'm in the second year of middle school, where is Yejun? What's your timeline like? Let me think about it, maybe you're still a student in elementary school, maybe you've stopped school because you caused too much trouble At home, maybe you have already met the lovely Killing Teacher. Or maybe you have graduated from junior high school and continue to complete your high school studies..."

"Don't you have No. 37 in your class?" The history teacher glanced at the roster with an unfriendly expression, and shouted, "Su Qiong——"

Su Qiong's deskmate poked her vigorously with an elbow. Su Qiong, who had put all her energy on writing letters, was so frightened that she stood up subconsciously, but because of too much movement, she hit Lu on the desk. The textbooks outside and the books on the table crashed all over the floor, Su Qiong stood there awkwardly and at a loss, in a panic.

There was faint laughter and whispers from the backseat.

In embarrassment, Su Qiong went to pick up the history books on the ground and the letter that was pressed at the bottom, but her movements were abruptly cut off in the air by the history teacher's scolding: "What are you picking up! I called you so many times and you didn't hear ?!"

Knowing that she made a mistake, Su Qiong bowed her head obediently and apologized: "I'm sorry, teacher."

Seeing Su Qiong's attitude of admitting his mistakes was good, the history teacher's face softened a little, but his lips were still tightly pressed: "Answer the question I just asked."

……what is the problem?Su Qiong, who lowered her head and glanced at the integrity of the letter from the corner of her eye, stiffened her back, complaining in her heart, secretly regretting that she didn't concentrate on listening to the lecture, at the same time, Su Qiong tried to get useful information from her deskmate—even if her deskmate was not Know the answer, but just tell her the question and Su Joon has the confidence to answer it.

But her deskmate just lowered her head helplessly, who made her half-drowsy just now.

Su Qiong, who had been silent for a long time, finally just sighed, and said helplessly: "Teacher, I can't."

"Isn't it?" The history teacher's slightly gloomy face immediately sank, "I can't answer such a simple question, go out and stand up for class!"

The air is dull and suffocating, and sad emotions are like dough stuck in the chest. After being baptized by tears, they begin to ferment and expand, replacing all other emotions in the body effortlessly.Su Qiong remained silent. When she bent down to pick up the book, she carefully sandwiched the letter between the pages. The black hair falling from her shoulders blocked all of Su Qiong's expressions.

Opening the classroom door, the cold wind poured into the classroom. Su Qiong, who was the first to bear the brunt, felt that the temperature on his body was taken away by the wind.The cold wind is like a dagger made of ice, cutting open the body abruptly, freely moving through every part of the body, plundering all the remaining heat.

The locked door with a click separated Su Qiong from everyone in the classroom in two worlds.The gloomy cloud did not soften a little because there were students standing outside for punishment, the rain did not decrease, but the wind increased, blowing the rain diagonally into the corridor, even though Su Qiong was already sticking to the wall like a gecko It seemed that he was standing still and he was not spared.

Although there wasn't much rain falling on her body, it still made people feel bitingly cold, especially Su Qiong who didn't wear any warm clothes at all.

Letting out a breath, the water vapor that dissipated after staying for less than three seconds engulfed Su Qiong's eyebrows and eyes, and the movement of crossing his arms and chest made Su Qiong feel a little warmth.The back was covered with tiles, and not long after, the heart-cooling temperature penetrated into the back, making Su Qiong shiver uncontrollably.

——It’s really cold.

There was no second student who was called out by the teacher and punished to stand. The original purpose of the teacher was to kill chickens and monkeys, but the unlucky Su Qiong unfortunately became the "chicken" who was slaughtered.The warm spring-like atmosphere in the classroom has nothing to do with her, anyway, she couldn't integrate into the existence of this group.

Su Qiong smiled, but her eyes suddenly swelled, and something seemed to be gushing out of them, and in the end it just made her eye sockets redden ridiculously.

Occasionally—really only occasionally—Su Qiong would feel that such a self is really not suitable for this world.

****

After finally getting out of class, the history teacher came out of the classroom with strides like amnesty, and kept his eyes on Su Qiong as he walked past. It seemed that after venting his anger on her, it had almost disappeared.Su Qiong smiled wryly, and rubbed her knees that were completely frozen from standing for too long.

When taking the first step, Su Qiong almost fell because of the tingling pain from her knees. Fortunately, there was a wall around her, which supported Su Qiong from falling down directly and making her look embarrassing.A boy who came out of the classroom looked at her strangely, but didn't ask her if she needed help.

Su Qiong herself didn't even intend to ask for help, she leaned on the wall with one hand, and moved back to her seat in small steps like a half-disabled person.Her deskmate was turning around and chatting enthusiastically with the girls in the back row. Seeing Su Qiong's appearance, she just turned sideways to give Su Qiong enough space to enter, and then continued to turn around.

Compared with the temperature outside, the temperature in the classroom can be said to be as warm as spring. Su Qiong, who was sitting on the seat, tapped her sore knee lightly, her body shivered unconsciously, and she couldn't stop it no matter what.The tip of her nose was red and her fingertips were cold. Su Qiong lowered her eyes and quietly waited for her body to warm up by itself.

It seems that there is an invisible wall separating the fierce discussion over there from Su Qiong, who is exuding a cold air. No matter how hot it is over there, it has nothing to do with Su Qiong, and Su Qiong has long been used to this kind of getting along with everyone. mode.Suddenly, Su Qiong's deskmate slapped the table and shouted excitedly: "It's obvious that Lu Han is handsome!"

"Nonsense," said the person who answered the conversation with a look of disdain, with a hint of arrogance in his eyes, "Youtian is obviously more handsome!"

Su Qiong's deskmate simply turned his head and pointed an angry face at Su Qiong, trying to get the answer he wanted from the third person: "Su Qiong, which one do you think is more handsome, Lu Han or Park Yoochun?"

The invisible wall was broken by this sentence, and Su Qiong, who was named, opened her lips slightly, and subconsciously uttered a monosyllabic word to express her doubts: "Huh?"

"I asked you who is more handsome, Luhan or Park Yoochun, it must be Luhan, right?"

"..." Su Qiong frowned and remained silent for a while, then asked cautiously, "Who are they?"

Her tablemate and another girl stared in disbelief, looking at her expression as if looking at an alien: "You don't even know who they are? Are you still a girl?"

Her heart pounded heavily at her undisguised words, and Su Qiong held her breath to suppress her emotions: "Is it a Korean star? Sorry, I'm not interested in those things at all."

"There are still people in this world who don't like Oppa..." Another girl muttered in a low voice, and then immediately returned to her normal tone, "Then what do you like? Don't tell me that you never watch other things. something."

"Me?" Su Qiong couldn't help curling her mouth when thinking of the anime she likes, her eyes filled with clear tenderness, "I like watching anime."

The two girls looked at Su Qiong with disdainful expressions of "You are really hopeless", and complained: "I really can't stand it, I really can't figure out why so many people like to watch cartoons, they are all fake, no Existing and illusory things, aren’t they? You can’t touch them at all, aren’t they? Besides, those things are read by children, you’re so old, don’t you think you’re too naive?”

All the reasons for liking anime that had been planned in her mind disappeared because of these words, and the curvature of the corner of Su Qiong's mouth suddenly dropped.The enthusiasm that had finally ignited on the top of his head to make him happy was completely extinguished by the pot of cold water they were putting on his head.

Su Qiong only felt icy cold from head to toe.

Whether it was their sarcastic language or sarcastic expressions, Su Qiong felt sad from the bottom of her heart, her heart became heavy and heavy like a sponge soaked in water, and her soft heart couldn't bear such heavy vicious words at all.Breathing became short in the air, Su Qiong clenched her fist, as if she wanted to cheer herself up through this action, or suppress her anger.

Su Qiong stood up with firm gaze: "It's not fake, how can they be fake who can touch me so much!"

Hearing this, the girl turned her head and looked down at Su Qiong by taking advantage of her height, folded her arms around her chest, raised her brows and raised her eyes, the corners of her mouth curled into a sarcastic arc: "Yo, I think you're crazy."

There was a strong wind, and it was obviously cut off by the window, but hearing the whistling wind, Su Qiong felt that she was blown by the wind and almost fell down in a daze.The beautiful nails dug into the flesh of the palm of the hand, the speechless Su Qiong could only look at her with sad eyes, and stared at her.

However, the last game only ended with Su Qiong's sitting down and compromising.

Listen, the wind outside is more like the whimpering of a small animal.

****

When I got home, my father hadn't come back, and she was the only one at home.Su Qiong threw her schoolbag in the living room wearily, and then threw herself on the sofa as a worthless thing.Lying on his back, the dazzling light made Su Qiong subconsciously put his arms between the light and his eyes.

The eyes felt a little better, Su Qiong turned around and lay on her side.

Suddenly, liquid ran out of the eyes in disobedience and wet the cloth sofa.

Before going to bed at night, Su Qiong carefully took out the unfinished letter, which she regarded as a treasure, from her schoolbag, and continued to write: "This world is a huge quagmire, and I am trapped in it. The malicious stares and rejection, disgust and irony of others. But despite this, I still love this world from the bottom of my heart.”

Turning his head, the desk lamp emits soft and quiet light in the dark night, the sound of rain outside the window has stopped, and the singing of insects can still be heard if you listen carefully.

"Yejun, you see, this world is still very beautiful-cherry blossoms are flying in the streets in spring, and birds are singing happily on the branches; trees are blooming in summer, and thunderstorms wash away everything dirty; maple leaves are all over the ground in autumn, and the fruits are spreading A rich and enchanting smell; everything is white in winter, is it not?"

In the last sentence, Su Qiong wrote very slowly, as if writing a serious oath:

"I believe that the reason why this world is beautiful is because of your existence."

——Although there is a thick dimensional wall between us.

—but I still have this unrealistic dream that conveys this emotion to you.

【TBC】

The author has something to say: I hope everyone can like this style of writing WWW.