I still don't want to go to school today

……

Fu Luojia came a little early before the proprietress lifted the stool off the table, and the soy milk was not ready yet.

There are only two or three breakfast shops within a few miles of the school, and this one is one of them. The name is "Zhenzhen Noodle Restaurant"-Zhenzhen is the nickname of her daughter.Fu Luojia eats breakfast here every day, because it is the most deserted here.

In the early summer of the southwest mountainous area, there is abundant rain, and the rain is sometimes rapid and sometimes slow.Fu Luojia looked at the small whirlpools rolled out of the drain in front of the noodle shop, and drained the water from the umbrella into the bucket at his feet.

The proprietress poured a cup of tea and handed it to him. "Is it still the same today?"

"Hmm." He bit the rim of the plastic cup.

The proprietress supported her waist and turned to go to the stove, "Are you about to take the college entrance examination?"

"One more year."

"Oh, then I remembered wrongly. It's too soon, my daughter is taking the exam this year."

"That sister has worked very hard these days."

"Yes, she has been suffering from insomnia for the past few days. Her grades are not very good. I am thankful for the last undergraduate. I remember your grades are very good. Where do you want to go to university in the future?"

"I don't know, my mother told me not to leave the province."

The proprietress nodded, "It's not bad to have a big S."

The table is covered with a plastic film that has turned yellow due to aging, and the old oil stains have formed a dark brown waxy solid on it.Under the plastic film of each table is a handwritten menu, which looks like it was written by her daughter, in typical student block letters.

At around 06:30, the sky was not very bright yet, the proprietress turned on the light, and the dim light of the incandescent lamp hit the cobwebs on the ceiling.

"It's hard work for those who study." Her face was hidden behind the steam.

The beef noodles at Zhenzhen Noodle House can only be described as mediocre.The beef is a bit woody, and the time for drying the bamboo shoots is not enough, it is a bit harsh to chew.Fortunately, the soup is clear and the coriander is green and tender. The overall appearance is good, and the noodles are also juicy and tasty.

After the proprietress brought the noodles, Fu Luojia took the chopsticks by himself, just turned his wrist to stir it, then stopped, and took out his mobile phone.

He saved Xu Zhibian's number in the memo, but he hasn't added him on WeChat yet.

After clicking on WeChat, he casually flipped through Moments, and then clicked on the bustling class group to take a look—of course it was the class before he transferred.

——He studied in Linshi for four and a half years.The infrastructure of Linshi and this city is almost the same, both of which are beyond the level of the fifth-tier cities, and each strives to open up the direction of economic development with local characteristics: Linshi is engaged in the industrialization of education; the city focuses on tourism construction.Fu Luojia didn't know if Lin City's educational ambitions were successful. Anyway, in the districts and counties of this city, parents all sharpened their children's heads and went there—except for his mother.

His father transferred him to work at the China Unicom company in Linshi from his first year of junior high school, and brought him along with him, allowing him to study in the No. [-] Middle School in the city, a key provincial school.The No. [-] Middle School is naturally not comparable to the super high schools in the provincial capital cities, but the modified data for entering higher schools can still be said to outshine the surrounding cities.As an all-inclusive public middle school, naturally not every student in it is dedicated to the sun.He has seen a lot there, but there is no doubt that the county No. [-] middle school he is studying now is a broader platform for long-term knowledge.

The class he was in was Class A in No. [-] Middle School——A means excellent.The head teacher is a dry old man who is not interesting and loves to preach.Most of the students in the class were directly promoted from the junior high school, and they knew each other before entering the classroom.Although he is also from the junior high school, the people he knew before happened to be assigned to other classes, so he was vaguely excluded from the social circle along with a few people who were admitted to No. [-] Middle School from other schools.

But it has been a year and a half now, and I can no longer say that I am not familiar with it.At least someone mentioned him in the WeChat group after he transferred to another school.For example, when the campus art festival is approaching, all classes are busy preparing for the show.Just now there was a person named "NIUNIUNIU"—he didn't give a note, so he didn't know who it was, maybe it was the secretary of the Communist Youth League or the literary and art committee—and bluntly expressed his longing for "Fu Luojia"—he temporarily Let's recognize the name first.

He was in a daze for a while at the chat interface that was still popping up dialog boxes.

"Why don't you move your chopsticks, the noodles are about to melt." The proprietress reminded softly. "Eat breakfast first before playing with your phone."

"……okay."

Fu Luojia saw the mirror at the entrance of the teaching building, and then remembered why he opened WeChat.He pushed down the raised hair on the back of his head.

Although County No. [-] Middle School clearly stipulates that electronic products cannot be brought into the teaching building, when you walk in the corridors between classes, you will find that every classroom is at least from the fourth row down and playing with mobile phones—the first three rows are blocked. Not visible from windows.But this does not mean that the teaching director will not confiscate the mobile phone, the key depends on which student is playing.

After yesterday's experience, Fu Luojia completely lost confidence in this aspect, and silently stuffed his mobile phone into the deep and wide school uniform trouser pocket.

The classroom of Class 30, Grade [-] is located opposite the women's toilet on the fifth floor.He ran into the head teacher who had just washed the teacups in the corridor.The homeroom teacher was surnamed Ye, in her thirties, and had just arrived—I don’t know if it was because of this that she valued Fu Luojia a little bit.Fu Luojia thinks that she is the kind of person who is emotionally sensitive: the tone of her speech always fluctuates rapidly, breaking the sound at the highest point, and can't hear clearly at the low point, making people's temples twitch; The sense of restraint in opening hands is always cautious when it is unnecessary; facing this class and this school, she seems to be able to cry at any time.

Fu Luojia greeted her. "Teacher Ye."

His homeroom teacher is very thin, shockingly thin, and the narrow-sleeved small-style shirt looks like an aunt's shirt on her.Holding an empty cup in one hand, she was trembling slightly. "What happened yesterday, huh?" She spoke so softly and urgently that Fu Luojia almost didn't hear clearly.

"Ah? It's nothing."

Teacher Ye looked at him from above the lens, with layers of creases on the upper eyelids.

"Your mother told me that you went back so late that you were soaked through."

"I... fell."

"Did you fall?" She frowned, "Really?"

"real."

She didn't seem to be able to think of anything else, or she didn't mention it when she thought of it, so she nodded reluctantly: "Don't worry your mother, it's not easy for your mother to be alone. If you have anything...you can tell me."

Fu Luojia lowered his head, "Yes."

There is no need to do exercises between classes when it rains, and the classroom falls asleep.Fu Luojia moved to the front of the podium as lightly as possible, copying the writing on the blackboard that he didn't have time to vacate in the notebook.

A person listening to music sat in the first row, looking straight at him.

"May I copy my notes here?" Pharoja asked.

Nothing happens.

Fu Luojia put down the notebook.As soon as the pen cap was unscrewed, the person listening to the song pulled off the earphones.

"Can you stay here?"

Fu Luojia looked at him. "Why?"

"Noisy."

Some people around raised their heads because of the silenced "very noisy".Fu Luojia glanced around, put away the notebook and turned back to his seat.

Someone laughed. "Li Wenjia, why are you delaying Renxueba's study?"

Li Wenjia leaned over to the table. "Did Xueba speak? What are you calling?"

"A group of bad-eyed people are there every day with yin and yang." Fu Luojia's deskmate is a fat girl with a fairy-like name named Zhou Linya.After Fu Luojia sat down, she took his textbook and flipped through it, "Isn't it enough for you to write so much? Did you get so much in the test?"

"I'm going to go to Z University in the future, and I don't want to read three books like you." The girl in the front row who was immersed in origami continued.

"Ah?" Zhou Linya looked blank, "What school is Z University? Where is it?"

Fu Luojia: "...No, no."

"No? But I have someone I know who is a classmate with you in elementary school. He just talked about you with me yesterday, saying that you said it... But where is Z University?"

Zhou Linya: "You can't afford the exam either, so don't ask. What college are you talking about? You're only a sophomore in high school. ——What are you discounting? Is it for your boyfriend?"

Fu Luojia didn't listen further.

He did go to elementary school in the county, but it was so long ago that he couldn't even remember what class he was in, and he didn't even mention the word "elementary school", let alone have any associations.

Z University is very special to him, it is true—the kind that makes one feel excited when one sees the school badge.But it's true that he really couldn't pass the exam.It is pure yearning.

Whether this longing can be traced back to elementary school Phra Ka is skeptical.

What he is more concerned about now is that the number of occurrences of "elementary school" seems to have increased sharply in the past two days.

Fu Luojia asked casually while writing, "What's the name of my primary school classmate you know?"

At this time, someone called Fu Luojia's name at the door.

Fu Luojia looked up.

"Ahhhhhhhhh Xu Zhijian!!!" Zhou Linya covered his mouth, "Oh, I'm special...why is he here?!"

A stroke from the tip of the pen almost floated off the paper.

……

Fu Luojia's first reaction was that a certain unknown boss sent his minions to face him in front of his classmates-this idea was a bit pretentious.In any case, he felt the need to dissuade the minion from doing such a thing in front of the women's bathroom.

He walked up to this minion and noticed his school uniform.Although Minoru's arms are well covered in his sleeves, half of his shoulders are exposed.Fu Luojia has seen some students also wear it like this, but it is the kind with bangs covering eyes and walking fluttering in No. [-] Middle School.

But my hair is not long, and the bangs are above the eyebrows.Of course, he didn't wear smoky makeup, on the contrary, he looked quite refreshing.

Fu Luojia glanced behind him, there were no other people, there were a few girls who pretended to pass by casually.

"I just found out that you are in Class Nine." Xiao Luo nodded at him, "My classroom is upstairs, a bit far away."

Fu Luojia looked at him. "...So you worked hard?"

"I was... sorry yesterday," I reached out for my pocket, "so would it be more appropriate to add WeChat now?"

"You are Xu Zhilian." Fu Luojia took a step back while holding his forehead, "Huh?"

Xu Zhibian blinked. "Do you remember?"

"No."

"It's okay. Do you scan me or I scan you?" He turned on his phone.

"You came to me to add me on WeChat."

"Yes."

"But I don't know you. At least... not familiar with you."

"Here, my business card."

A black and white two-dimensional code was placed in front of Fu Luojia brightly. "I didn't bring my phone."

Xu Zhibian's words finally stopped.He looked troubled. "Then... can you get a piece of paper? I'll write to you, and save my phone number by the way. Or you just tell me your number?"

It might be the laughter of a few girls behind him, or it might be the ringing of the preparatory bell - Fu Luojia was sure that something must have disturbed his thinking.

He took out the mobile phone he "didn't bring", clicked on the green and white dialogue bubble sign, and threw it to Xu Zhijian aggressively:

"...Add it yourself."