I still don't want to go to school today

Xu Zhibian was warned by the teacher.

The reason is that often many people—the number is still increasing—run to his seat, sitting, lying or standing, forming a tight circle, making noise, "seriously disrupting the order of the class."

He shed a few tears in front of the teacher, but he had no intention of correcting himself.

Seeing that there was no effect, the teacher quickly shifted his work goal: "What's the matter with you girls, you talk too much, don't you? What kind of talk is like being around a boy every day? Do you know what shame is?"

Although Xu Zhibian hates the teacher's obstruction, he understands that what he needs more now is change - the number of people who come to listen to his stories about "Nangong Ya" and "Nangong Ya's sister" will decrease sharply.

——As for why it is "sister", I have to start from the earlier paragraph "Nangongya's daily life".

"I saw him in the supermarket yesterday."

A common beginning leads to expected questioning.

"Who is he with?"

He wanted to say that he didn't see it clearly.But after thinking about it, he said, "There is a person behind him, pushing a cart, and there are a lot of snacks in the cart."

They were so excited that they forgot to laugh at the not-so-clever name of "Cheche" for a moment, "Who is it?! Is it a boy or a girl? Say it quickly!"

This reaction was some kind of invisible encouragement, pulling him towards the peak of their emotions.He took a short breath and blinked, "... girl."

"Oh my god!!" The squadron leader covered his mouth, "Is it... girl, girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend!" The squad leader repeated it emphatically, with the momentum of leading the reading in Chinese class.

"They go to the supermarket together! Eat snacks together!"

"Impossible!!" a scream. "She's definitely not Angie!"

For a moment Xu Zhibian felt that the choice he had made was wrong - he was aware of the subtlety and danger of the moment.He swallowed, and mumbled: "Maybe not...maybe...sister, or sister?"

He admitted that he thought of Liu Shantong.Liu Shantong liked to push the cart when he went to the supermarket, but repeatedly refused to hug him and sit on it.

"It's my sister! Isn't it? Nangong Ya is actually a very gentle and good brother. He took care of his sister since childhood—"

"It must be! Is it normal to go to the supermarket with my sister?"

"Happy to be his sister!"

"I also want such a big brother who dotes on me since I was a child—"

Xu Zhibian responded in a timely manner: "Yes, uh...it should be. That's right," he nodded, "Nangong Ya has a younger sister. He treats her very well."

So Nangong Ya has since then had a harmless younger sister.This provides a lot of convenience for Xu Zhibian's future story sharing. For example, "Nangongya tied her sister's hair" can be told three times and get consistent and enthusiastic responses, and "Nangongya bought a skirt for her sister" can even be told. The reason why he told it seven times—not eight or nine times was that he himself got bored first.

In the beginning, there were so few people who always came to ask him to talk.Later, there were more people, in twos and threes, several groups came a day, and a story was told several times.Later, for some unknown reason, they merged into a large group of people that could alarm the teacher.After his reaction went from flattered to normal, the time for storytelling gradually settled down: the last labor class every Wednesday.

It's not that Xu Zhibian couldn't detect the weirdness in it, but he did enjoy it.More gazes can give him richer inspiration, and he is happy while in a trance, feeling unprecedentedly satisfied.For many days, he taught himself a lot of techniques to make the story more attractive.He felt an innate mastery—over his own tone, articulation, look and gesture, over the audience—expanding.

But the teacher suddenly blasted away the audience he had managed to accumulate.

So those few tears came from being angry, not because of those few slaps.

What's even more frightening is that although the girls no longer gather around his seat to listen to his narration, the story of "Nangongya's sister" is not over yet.He heard some brand-new stories from others intermittently, which did not come from him, such as "Nan Gongya gave her sister a birthday present".

"Nangong Ya's younger sister" belonged to him.Others are stealing from him.

He can't get it back, and he can't destroy it.

When he couldn't figure out a way, he was so anxious that he didn't want to go to school, but he was beaten up by Liu Shantong.Liu Shantong took him by the collar and threw him back to school, by the way, because of some old things—not just old things, probably because of arranging a special seat for him and slapping him this time, Xu Zhi Think about it—I had a fight with the teacher.

"Have you ever considered how much this hurts him? Why do you always target him like this? What is wrong with him? Just because he is different from other boys? Physical punishment and abuse of students, what kind of teacher are you?!"

After dropping this sentence, she slammed the door and left.Liu Shantong was only a sophomore in high school at the time, and couldn't hold anything in his head except emotions, so he couldn't imagine what would happen to Xu Zhijian who was thrown there.

As usual, Xu Zhijian would write a self-criticism and apologize to the teacher.But this time he didn't want to write, he just cried.After all, the teacher was scolded, and his face was very ugly. Looking carefully, he was paler than usual.Then he was kicked out of the office.

Coincidentally, Pharoja was walking in at that time.The fact is that they met face to face, and Xu Zhibian still had two streams of snot hanging from his nose.

Xu Zhibian looked at the male lead.The male protagonist wears a brand new and bright red scarf, bouncing past him with a smile on his face, as if passing through a cloud of air.

The office behind him suddenly became lively because of the arrival of the leading actor.

"Jiajia scored double percent this time!"

"Did you read the question of filling in the blanks wrong? It's too low-level, and you won't be deducted points this time. I'll change the answer for you. Be careful next time."

"Is the script for tomorrow's speech under the national flag ready?"

"You read it to the teacher first, and we all listen to it to see if there are any problems."

And so on.

The sister's story took a turn one day.A boy in the class heard of a certain version of the story for some reason, and was driven by curiosity to do a ground-breaking event—to ask Nangong Ya himself for verification.

He asked with a sense of ritual, and his voice was solemn, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the class.

It is reasonable to say that Xu Zhijian should be the most nervous person at this time, but it may be because the chocolate in his mouth has not yet melted at that time, so he just looked at it ignorantly.

Fu Luojia looked up.

Fu Luojia opened his eyes slightly, showing a little surprise, and then smiled.

He was waiting for Fu Luojia to shake his head.

"Sister..." Fu Luojia shook his head as expected, but he did not rush to deny it verbally. "Who said that?"

Xu Zhibian rubbed his neck - the special seat was next to the podium, and he had to turn his head at a large angle to see Fu Luojia.

While he was rubbing his neck, a row of eyes casted over him, and the boy who spoke loudly also said naturally: "It's that Xu Zhijian."

He didn't.At least this version is not what he said.He was about to show his grievances, but at this moment Fu Luojia looked over.

Fu Luojia raised his elbow and looked at him with his chin propped up.

He thought this might be the first time he had caught the eyes of the actor.Strange emotions replaced the urgency to show his innocence, and he just stared at Fu Luojia in such a stupid way.

This seemed to be the first time he looked at Fu Luojia carefully.

His school uniform was clean and brand new.But there seems to be something written on the cuff, and there is a dense black.

His face was clean, too, with no bangs—or very light bangs.The eyes are black and bright, with a little curved curvature.

Xu Zhibian never felt that Fu Luojia was a person who could talk to him before.He plays with boys, sweats his neck in the summer, has short hair, is popular with girls—

But at this moment, he suddenly found something in Fu Luojia's eyes that he was looking forward to.Soft texture, rich luster, gorgeous color.

He had only seen this kind of thing in the eyes of girls—or women.

It's an illusion.he thinks.

"Hmm...that's how it is." Fu Luojia finally spoke out.

"I have a younger sister." He looked at Xu Zhibian and said. "What's the matter, are you saying this all of a sudden?"