Tentative

"This color is the prettiest, look at it... Anyway, I'm going to buy it!"

"The school doesn't allow you to wear lipstick..."

"It doesn't matter, just wipe it off secretly, and wipe it off if you get caught."

"Be careful that Baldy Li will send you a circular to criticize! Haha..."

Girls seem to have endless topics to talk about forever.They are like flowers blooming all year round, full of vitality.

It was the coldest time of the year, and the down jackets tightly wrapped their graceful figures in their developmental stages, making them slightly bloated.A fashion magazine was spread out on a certain girl's table, and another tall girl with a ponytail was holding the hot water she had just brought back from the end of the corridor, talking and sipping at the same time.

Qu Zhe walked into the classroom with his head buried. He had just come back from the outside, and the hat of the down jacket was still on his head.The tip of his nose and cheeks were flushed by the cold wind, and a few seconds after he entered the room, his heavy-looking glasses were covered with a thin layer of water mist, blocking his vision.

He hurriedly squeezed through the narrow aisle next to the girls, still holding the pickled vegetable buns he had just bought from the cafeteria.

"Ah—" The moment he passed by, the two girls exclaimed one after the other, and then raised their voices and complained: "What are you doing!"

"Ah...the magazine I just bought..."

He turned around, still not realizing what had happened.

"Are you sick, Qu Zhe! Apologize!" the girl pointed at him angrily and cursed.Her manicured nails were painted with clear polish, glinting slightly in the incandescent light.He didn't notice this because he was so close that he almost poked his glasses.

The mist on the lens gradually disappeared, the drenched magazine was steaming, the wide-mouthed thermos cup rolled to the ground, hot water flowed out of it, and formed a small puddle on the ground.

"me……"

He was a little nervous-maybe after the whole semester, no girl would talk to him, and he continued to say two or three sentences like this.

The tall boy who was chatting in the last row suddenly stood up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked over to join in the fun: "What's the matter, this is it?"

The girl who was sitting was crying and complaining in a low voice: "Hey, I haven't finished reading the magazine I just bought..."

The owner of the water glass answered immediately: "That's right! Don't you have eyes, Qu Zhe? You can't see even with such thick glasses. Why don't you just go to a school for the deaf and mute, so as not to cause trouble to others!"

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Qu Zhe said submissively, his voice was so small that he could barely hear it.

"I said you," the tall man said with an inexplicable smile, "couldn't you want to touch someone's butt on purpose?"

"I do not……"

"It's disgusting! Get out of here!"

The defense was interrupted by the girl's sharp insults, and Qu Zhe stood where he was, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.He held the tangled handle of the plastic bag with his hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth nervously.

The two girls also chattered about something, undisguised disgust flowed out wantonly, comparable to the sharp tip of a knife, poking at Qu Zhe's body one after another.

In fact, it was just passing by, and it is easy to get scratched if you wear too much in winter, Qu Zhe thought so.

"Hey, where is the steamed bun I asked you to buy?"

"At this………"

He raised his hand, the bun that was still steaming was now cold, and the plastic bag was covered with condensed water droplets, which looked very unappetizing.

"Tsk, can you hurry up, how can you eat this?" After taking a look, the boy grabbed the bun and threw it accurately at the trash can in the corner of the classroom.

"I can't even buy a steamed stuffed bun. Are you a waste?" the boy said, pushing Qu Zhe away and walking towards his seat.The person watching the joke next to him also said: "Who says it's not, hahaha..."

The dull voices in the classroom immediately turned into laughter, revealing a sense of peace in the winter.

It has been raining continuously for the past few days, and the air is humid but a little cold.

"Qu Zhe! You still don't take a mop to mop it!"

"Oh, good." He nodded dully, turned around and went to the corner to get a mop.

Shen Yizhuo sat by the window, resting his chin on his hands, quietly looking at the gray sky.There is still a mechanical pencil between his fingers, and the half-written test paper is spread on the table, as if he is tired and resting, and the noise in the classroom has nothing to do with him.

Qu Zhe passed by his table, and the other party turned his head and looked at Qu Zhe lightly, expressionless.At this moment, Shen Yizhuo's fingers relaxed slightly, and the mechanical pencil fell to the ground.He was about to bend down to pick it up, but Qu Zhe had picked it up for him first, just put it on the edge of his table, and turned to go to the girl's seat.

Shen Yizhuo glanced at the mechanical pencil, stretched out his hand and retracted it, leaving it on the edge of the table, precariously falling.

Self-study courses.

Qu Zhe was tightly wrapped, and his hands were wet when he washed the mop. He had returned to the seat for a long time, but he still couldn't warm his hands.He had no choice but to fold his hands together and breathe lightly on his lips, trying to warm up his hands.

His eyes naturally fell on the front table, and he could see his fair neck and slightly long and soft hair tail.The other party didn't seem to be aware of this, and he didn't know what he was thinking with his chin propped up.

"Yizhuo, are you going to play?"

The small group who skipped the self-study class and went to play ball yelled in this direction. Qu Zhe saw the other party turned his head, and his impatient expression flashed past.Then he smiled plainly, "There are still two papers, so I won't type them."

"Row."

—He was clearly not writing.

Shen Yizhuo is the kind of top student who is very good at pleasing others, Qu Zhe has already discovered this.He studies well, has a good family background, is well-connected...and looks good too.Anyway, no one hates him, no matter boys or girls, they all treat him very well, even with the intention of getting close to him on purpose.

It is hard to say whether anyone hates it, and there are.

Qu Zhe hated him, from the first time he saw him.

Especially after discovering that the other party is not the kind of likable top student in the true sense - Qu Zhe's seat is in the last row, next to the trash can behind him.Paper waste will always be the majority in the classroom, so there won't be too much bad smell.He witnessed with his own eyes that Shen Yizhuo took the love letter with a smile, said thank you tenderly, took advantage of no one's attention, crumpled the love letter into balls indifferently, and threw them into the trash can.Qu Zhe was sure that he hadn't read the content inside, those words like "thank you" and "I'll take a good look at it" were all lies.

Just like Shen Yizhuo, he was hypocritical from beginning to end.

"Qu Zhe!"

Suddenly someone called his name.

Qu Zhe turned his head dully, and a ball of paper flew from the direction of the sound and hit him on the forehead.

"Hahahaha..." The boy laughed heartily, "Three-pointer."

He didn't speak, and Shen Yizhuo, who was sitting in front of him, didn't respond.

Simply put, no one responded.

It is natural for such a thing to happen to Qu Zhe, as if the sun rises every day.Primary school textbooks will tell you that the sun will always rise, even if it is not visible on cloudy and rainy days, it is still there; just like Qu Zhe experiences humiliation, big and small, every day, even if no one sees it, it is still happening.

If you want to say why Qu Zhe is annoying, he knows it himself.

It's nothing more than not studying well, not doing sports well, speaking submissively, and not being good-looking.

The thick glasses almost covered half of his face, and no one wanted to know what his eyebrows looked like under the glasses.No one wants to find out whether an inferior student is good or bad, and bullying him is just a passing interest.

When the interest is gone, he is equivalent to a transparent person.

The sound of pattering rain made people irritable. Qu Zhe looked at Shen Yizhuo's back—he still maintained his dazed posture between classes, with his head propped up and staring out of the window.

Qu Zhe's gaze passed by the other party intentionally or unintentionally, and then looked out the window.

...It was gloomy and gloomy outside the window, only the rain that was faint and continuous in thin lines.

Nothing fancy at all.

"Jingle Bell--"

"Hey, I have classes in the gymnasium today too."

"let's go."

He watched Shen Yizhuo stand up, put all the papers and books away, put them in the drawer, and then walked away talking and laughing with others.

The people in the classroom gradually left.

Only Qu Zhe didn't move, he sat in his seat in a daze.Once Shen Yizhuo didn't sit in front, he would even feel a little dazed.

He hated Shen Yizhuo to the extreme, but apart from spying on his every move, he was never able to do any substantive actions.

He didn't dare to talk to Shen Yizhuo, and Shen Yizhuo never talked to him.Since the beginning of school, maybe Jiang Yuzhao, the tall boy who asks him to "help" run errands every day, is the person he communicates with the most.

In the empty classroom, only the sound of rain outside the window remained.

Suddenly, Qu Zhe stood up.

He moved very lightly, even though there was no one else around, he still remained cautious and cautious, for fear of making a loud noise.

It's actually not the first time this has been done.

But Qu Zhe still felt nervous.He held his breath unconsciously, and slowly approached Shen Yizhuo's seat from his seat.

The top student has a tidy desktop, no waste paper in the drawer, and the schoolbag is neatly hung on the back of the chair.Plain and unremarkable, but it reveals pleasing features everywhere.

He opened the unfinished paper—it was not finished, but it was better to say that he didn't write much at all.While he was staring at Shen Yizhuo's back in a daze, Shen Yizhuo was also staring at the rain outside the window in a daze.Only the student number and name, and two big questions are written on the paper.Shen Yizhuo's handwriting is as good-looking as anyone else's, and seeing it makes Qu Zhe have the urge to tear it up.

Not just tearing it off, but tearing it into pieces until they can no longer be put together again.

He carefully flipped through Shen Yizhuo's drawer, opened every book in his drawer, looked at the notes he wrote, and occasionally wrote aside words with unclear meanings when he was distracted.

There was fine sweat on Qu Zhe's forehead, he wiped it with the back of his hand indiscriminately, and continued to watch.

He didn't let go of his homework book, his exercise book, and even the scratch paper full of formulas.

Then he turned around again and rummaged through his schoolbag.

This has happened countless times, and he never got what he wanted.

In other words, he didn't know what answer he wanted.

But it's not enough, no amount of snooping is enough.