sleep in your heart

Sometimes people are really startled by their sudden thoughts.

You Zeyi rarely gossips about other people's affairs, but the night he came back from the bottle, his mind was full of the school doctor and the man in the shirt. He always felt that the atmosphere between the two was very unusual, as if they were a couple. lovers.

Two men made him feel like this, which made him a little unbelievable.

But You Zeyi is 19 years old after all, even if he has never experienced relationship problems, he still has some understanding of these things. It's not that he has never heard of the word "gay". When talking about Ning Lu, they said that they said that Ning Lu might be gay.

Rumors are terrible, and some rumors can ruin someone's life.

You Zeyi hates these people who make conclusions about others without evidence, but the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that the relationship between the school doctor and the two of them is ambiguous.

He turned over on the bed, his head was still a little confused, he pressed his forehead against the cold wall, and said to himself in disgust: What's going on with him, what does it have to do with you?

Although he kept telling himself that this matter had nothing to do with him, but for some reason, You Zeyi couldn't forget it.

The next day, he went to get a bottle injection again. He didn’t have to go to the consulting room, he could go directly to the injection room. He thought he wouldn’t see the school doctor, but when he went in, he happened to meet the school doctor who had taken off his white coat and had finished working with his colleagues. .

He stared at him subconsciously, perhaps because the school hospital usually had too few patients, and the school doctor immediately recognized that this boy had come for an injection yesterday.

The school doctor asked with concern: "Are you feeling better?"

You Ze nodded, a little embarrassed.

The school doctor smiled and pointed in the direction of the injection room: "Okay, you go quickly, and remember to come here on time tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he left, You Zeyi stood where he was and looked back at him.

The school doctor walked across the road, got into a white car, and sat in the co-pilot's seat.

That car seemed to have been waiting there for a while, at least it had been parked there when You Zeyi just came over, but he didn't expect that the owner of that car came to pick up the school doctor.

You Zeyi didn't see the person in the driver's seat, but his intuition told him that the driver must be the man in the shirt from yesterday.

He also couldn't figure out why he paid so much attention to those two people. He leaned back on the chair with his eyes closed while playing the bottle, wondering why there were so many beautiful girls, and they still wanted to like men with the same structure as him.

The gay world, he felt as if he really couldn't understand it.

However, it's one thing to understand it or not, and it's another thing to accept it or not.

Some people accept it, but don't understand it. You Zeyi doesn't understand it, but he accepts it.

He feels that as long as people who like each other should be together, it doesn't matter what gender they are. After all, in such a big world, it is more difficult to meet two lovers in one's lifetime than winning the 500 million lottery.

On the third day after the monthly exam, You Zeyi felt that this was his day of suffering, because his grades had dropped.

As soon as he arrived at the class in the morning, he heard someone say that the papers of all subjects had been graded, and he estimated that the results would be announced in the next two days. As a result, the English teacher came directly to the first English class with the papers.

Each of the two class representatives held a stack of papers and handed them out to everyone. The English teacher seized every opportunity on the podium to summarize the results of the monthly exam.

You Zeyi was extremely nervous. This was his first formal exam since he came here. As a repeat student in other people's hearts, he always wanted to win.

Zheng Zhi's test paper was handed out first, and You Zeyi took a peek at the score. It was 126 points, which is not a very high score for an English with a full score of 150 points. At that time, there were quite a few students with a score of 140 or more in English.

He always knew that Zheng Zhi was good at studying, but looking at the score, he probably made a mistake this time.

Although his grades are mediocre, Zheng Zhi's mentality is not bad.

English was not his strong point in the first place. In these college entrance examination subjects, he could not get high scores in Chinese, and he could only be regarded as an upper-middle level in English. He mainly relied on the pure science subjects to gain a firm foothold for himself.

Zheng Zhi browsed through his test paper and found the few questions he had done wrong. The final composition score was not high, and he made more mistakes in reading comprehension.

The English teacher said on the stage: "Zheng Zhi, have you got the paper yet?"

Zheng Zhi raised his head in surprise: "I got it."

When the teacher called Zheng Zhi's name, You Zeyi also looked at her nervously.

"Well, you can see for yourself where you are wrong." The English teacher knocked on the podium and said, "How many times have I said that if Chinese is not good, English reading comprehension and composition will be affected!"

After Zheng Zhi heard this, he thought to himself: Come on, it must be that the Chinese test is not good, and the two teachers have already communicated.

He was a little embarrassed, but he still said to the teacher very politely: "Thank you teacher, I will try to improve these two aspects next time."

The English teacher wanted to say something, but he hesitated, and finally gave up altogether.

Just when You Zeyi was thinking about whether to comfort Zheng Zhi, the class representative also handed out his test paper, with a score of 119. When you Zeyi saw this score, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He is basically at this level, no breakthrough, no decline, at least he himself is happy, and even Zheng Zhi only scored 126. So far, the first monthly exam results of the third grade in senior high school, he chooses a competitor. Zheng Zhishao scored 7 points, which is not a big gap.

You Zeyi is very good at self-comfort, and because of this self-comfort, he suddenly regained his confidence, feeling that he is not that bad.

When he was fiddling with the paper, Zheng Zhi looked at him with one hand turning the pen and resting his cheek on the other, and asked, "How is it? How many points?"

You Zeyi didn't expect Zheng Zhi to ask him, so he quickly turned the paper back to the first side, and showed the score: "119."

Zheng Zhi looked down and nodded without saying anything.

But Zhou Tong was unwilling to be lonely, he threw a ball of paper and smashed it on You Ze's head, when he frowned and turned his head, Zhou Tong asked, "How much score do you have?"

As soon as You Ze was about to speak, he heard the English teacher say, "Zhou Tong! You don't have time to be honest! You got bloated after you passed the exam, right?"

Zhou Tong smiled like a fool, holding the paper to cover his face.

You Zeyi was very curious about how good the teacher said "passed the exam". He could feel that Zhou Tong was a very smart person during this period of time. He didn't usually see him studying hard, but it seemed that his grades were not bad.

Generally speaking, this kind of person is the kind that the students envy the most.

You Ze selfishly didn't want Zhou Tong to do better than Zheng Zhi in the exam, and he didn't know why, it was an inexplicable partiality. It stands to reason that although Zhou Tong was indeed annoying at times, but looking back, Zhou Tong was not annoying It was okay for him when he was in bed. He was sick these few days, and Zhou Tong went to his dormitory to bring him snacks every day. Although he didn't eat any of them, at least he had his heart.

But even so, You Zeyi still hoped that Zheng Zhi would crush Zhou Tong, in every sense of the word.

While You Zeyi was thinking wildly, the English teacher started to give a lecture.

"This time the question was not difficult at all, but everyone's grades were not satisfactory. We don't care about other subjects, we only speak English, and the first grade is class 9. Should you reflect on it?"

You Zeyi was a little curious, and asked the front desk: "What happened to Class 9?"

The front desk turned around and explained to him in a low voice: "Our class's average score every time is the first in the grade, and class 9 may be ranked in the middle."

You Ze nodded and understood, this is the dignity from the first class.

"Zheng Zhi," the English teacher clicked on Zheng Zhi's name again. Many students in the class haven't spoken a word to this previous school bully since they started school for more than a month, but they all turned their heads to look at him. He said, "I have read your papers specifically, and I have also talked with your teacher Xue. You should not be at this level. Why did you pass the first monthly exam like this? After you go back, reflect on yourself."

You Zeyi lowered his head slightly, and peeked at Zheng Zhi from the corner of his eye. He felt that the teacher was a little too shameless, and the bully had a super self-esteem, saying in front of so many people that he did not do well in the exam. Well, what a shame.

But Zheng Zhi still looked neither salty nor dull, nodded and didn't speak.

"This time the highest score in our class is Zhou Tong, but it is 2 points less than the first in the grade."

The English teacher was still talking heart-wrenching words, and You Zeyi thought that he could barely get by, but found that his score of 119 was not even qualified to be noticed by the teacher.

After the English class ended, You Zeyi lost all the good mood he had at the beginning. He sighed on the table and muttered casually: "It's so hard to be a human..."

Zheng Zhi was amused by him, and asked him: "What's wrong?"

You Zeyi was just talking to himself, but Zheng Zhi paid him no attention, sniffled and said, "I feel like I can't do anything well."

He was lying on the table, looking sideways at Zheng Zhi, and accidentally found a mole on his left neck. He was fascinated by the mole, and heard Zheng Zhi say, "It's okay, keep working hard."

Zheng Zhi leaned on the back of the chair and stretched: "This is only an exam, and it won't prove anything."

You Zeyi found out that Zheng Zhi's mentality is really good, no matter whether he is pretending or really thinking so, but his calm and breezy appearance makes people admire him.

He remembered that Zhou Tong asked him to write down the name of the exercise book that Zheng Zhi was working on when he first started school, and suddenly felt that this might be the reason why he liked Zheng Zhi but didn't have much affection for Zhou Tong.

Although these two people have very different personalities, they are both good students in the eyes of the teacher. Zhou Tong is smart, but he also likes to play tricks too much, giving people a very unsteady and slippery feeling. Just always look like you were indifferent before Mount Tai collapsed, focusing on yourself and not moving your mind.

But after all, these two people made You Zeyi envious, at least in terms of grades, he was so envious that he wanted to learn from them.

Before the class bell rang, the math class representative came in, still holding a thick stack of papers in his arms.

You Ze sat up straight all the time, staring nervously at the paper that looked like a critical illness notice.

Zheng Zhi glanced at him, patted his back lightly, and said nothing.