After the Xueba character was exposed

My deskmate didn't take the exam either.

My deskmate didn't take the exam either.

My deskmate didn't take the exam either.

……

Isn't your deskmate the fucking me!

Jian Yao only felt that his scalp was numb, and his mobile phone was a little hot. He felt that he had lost his horse in just one thought, and he instantly raised his spirits.

In the past when the two didn't have so many interactions, he didn't care if Jiang Zhao knew about it, but now he really doesn't want to expose himself.

Apart from embarrassment, the main reason was that he was no match for Jiang Zhao.

As much as I hate to admit it, it's the truth.

Even if you want to say it, you have to wait until the day when he is better than Jiang Zhao, and that advantage is with him.

He first sent out the words he entered in the box, and then started to play dumb.

Y: I will check the answer when I finish it at night

Y: What a coincidence, who is your deskmate?

Jiang Zhao: It's quite similar to your name

Jian Yao:? ? ?

What do you mean by that?He really didn't understand.

He replied with a question mark, and a prompt box suddenly popped up on the top of the screen: The current battery is only 3%, please charge it in time.

It will take more than an hour for him to go back, so he has to keep the phone in case grandma wakes up later and calls him and can't find anyone.

Y: The phone is running out of battery, I'll talk about it later

These words sounded like a lie, but Jian Yao couldn't care less, he cleared the background programs and locked the phone.

On the way, he kept thinking about the words sent by Jiang Zhao, but he couldn't figure it out.

What is a similar name?He chatted with Jiang Zhao on wechat and talked straight, and he never used any fake name to deceive him, so what is the name he knows?

There can't be another him, and he can't have a split personality, so what kind of supernatural event is this?

There were still quite a lot of people at the subway transfer station, and as soon as the door opened, they swarmed in. Jian Yao was stuck in a corner, and his thoughts were disrupted by the noisy voices and the honking of the horn to maintain order.

He was too lazy to continue to figure out the meaning of Jiang Zhao's words, and was going to ask him when he got home to charge his phone.

It was past ten o'clock when Jian Yao left the subway station, the sky was completely dark, and a crescent moon hung alone in the night, emitting a faint light.

There is still a short distance from here to the school, and this spot is usually quite lively, and the evening self-study of the third year of senior high school ends at ten o'clock, which is when they go home.

But now it’s summer make-up classes, high school ends at [-] o’clock, and most of the day students go home at that time, only a few stay in the school study room for self-study.

Today, there is no one on this road, the shops on the roadside are closed, the whole road is silent and depressed, the dim street lights are shrouded in the night, and there is a breeze blowing from time to time.

The summer night in City C is still very hot, the wind isn't cool at all, and it even carries heat. When Jian Yao walked to the school, there was already a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

The retractable door of the school has been closed, and only the small door on the side is still open. Looking at the teaching building from the outside, all the classrooms are dark, only a few street lights are bright white, but no one can be seen on the road.

Dark night and silence can always exaggerate some inexplicable emotions of people. Jian Yao walked on the deserted road, and the suppressed emotions emerged little by little.

The lights in the corridor were still on, Jian Yao arrived at the class and walked towards the back door.The back door lock was broken some time ago, and no one came to fix it after reporting it for repair. Zhao Jin could only ask everyone not to leave valuables in the school for a few days.

Jian Yao pushed the door open, turned on the light on his side, and stared at the room for a moment.

It was probably the first time that Jian Yao came to the classroom at this time, and Jian Yao was a little uncomfortable. He glanced at the whole room, the desk piled up with books, the blackboard that was not wiped clean, and the blackboard eraser that was deliberately placed on the top of the blackboard. .

Just looking at these can imagine a lively scene, but Jian Yao suddenly felt a little empty.

Maybe it's because I'm a little sad today, and I feel uncomfortable watching everything.

Staying in the empty classroom now, he was a little moved by the scene.

He looked back at his desk, and it was completely changed after not seeing him for an afternoon. There were piles of newly issued papers, which were today's homework and weekly test papers.He folded the large papers one by one and stuffed them into his bag. Just after he folded two papers, his phone vibrated.

It was grandma's call, and Jian Yao pressed it without thinking about it.

"Hey?"

"Yaoyao."

Grandma's voice was full of unconcealable fatigue, it seemed that she was anxious, and her voice rose a little.

I guess today is really a bit sad, just hearing grandma yelling like that, Jian Yao felt his nose sore and his throat instantly dry.

He lowered his head and fiddled with the papers in his schoolbag aimlessly, and heard his grandma continue to say, "You came to see me in the hospital today? Oh, I told Xiaolan not to tell you."

"You don't tell me such a big thing as the operation." Jian Yao used his tone as relaxed as possible, and even smiled at the corner of his mouth, although the smile was not very good-looking.

"...It's nothing serious." The head hesitated for a while, then continued, "Don't worry, grandma is fine, it will be fine when the wound heals, but I can't eat a lot of things in the future, hey..."

Grandma's tone was relaxed and ordinary, even with some complaints, but every word was like a knife cutting Jian Yao's heart, making small openings, each of which was oozing blood.

Who is the patient?

Who should comfort whom?

Why now, grandma still treats him like a child?

Jian Yao felt a sense of powerlessness he had never felt before, the tip of his nose became more sore, and his eye sockets were dry and painful. Various images emerged in his mind, grandma's smile, the doctor's words, the stomach he saw in the operating room...

A drop of water hit the paper with a bang, which was heard very clearly in the quiet environment.

Jian Yao was stunned for a moment, and clenched the hand holding the paper hard, only then realized that his vision was blurred, and tears overflowed at some point.

This tear was like a switch, instantly activating all of Jian Yao's grievances. He tried desperately to continue smiling, but the corners of his mouth refused to twitch.

"Listen to the doctor carefully. You can eat whatever he tells you to eat." Jian Yao tried his best to keep his voice normal, choked up and continued, "My mobile phone is almost out of battery, so let's not talk about it. You should rest early. I'll see you after school tomorrow."

"Okay, I'm going to sleep." Grandma said, "Don't come if it's too late, you can come again on the weekend."

Jian Yao pretended not to hear and hung up the phone, he felt that he could not speak normally.

He pursed his lips into a straight line, took a few deep breaths to squeeze back the tears, and quickly sorted out the remaining papers, but the feeling of depression became stronger, so that his movements became irritable. Hold your face.

Facts have proved that the tears that are about to cry cannot be held back, at least Jian Yao can't.

In fact, he seldom cries. The last time he cried was when his grandfather passed away. He cried alone in the room for a long time. He couldn't remember how he recovered.

A man does not flick his tears lightly, Jian Yao has always agreed with this sentence, but sometimes he is very useless, such as now.

The surrounding was quiet, and it seemed that his sobs were clearer. In fact, he tried to be patient, but a few sobs still leaked out.

He put his shoulders against the wall, closed his eyes and turned off the light, and slowly squatted down against the wall.

Just let him vent.

Just cry this once.

He huddled in the corner like a helpless child, with half of his face buried in his arms, his nose was completely blocked, and he sniffed vigorously every few moments in an attempt to get air.

Halfway through the inhalation, the door behind him was suddenly pushed open, and the light from the corridor came in in an instant, and was covered by a figure in an instant.

Jian Yao was dumbfounded for a second, turned his head, and met the man's downcast gaze.

It's Jiang Zhao.

Hold……

The person squatting in front of him had red eye circles, tear stains all over his face, and his bangs were messy against his forehead. His astonished eyes made him look like a frightened rabbit.

Jiang Zhao studied in the self-study room for a while, thinking to try his luck, but he did not expect to be bumped into by him.

He saw the lights on in the classroom in the aisle, and then turned off after a while, so he deliberately waited downstairs for a while, thinking of waiting for the rabbit.

He didn't know why he would do such a boring thing, but since he had the idea, he did it, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't get anyone.

This is the only way to go downstairs and leave the school. Jian Yao wants to cross here and leave the school unless he can fly.

Jian Yao's thoughts of grievance and discomfort have all disappeared, and now his whole head is full of confusion.

Why is Jiang Zhao here?Why the hell is Jiang Zhao here!

Now he was squatting here with snot and tears all over his face, he didn't even see himself, and now Jiang Zhao saw it all.

Jian Yao wished he could die on the spot.

He turned his head back, without speaking or making a sound, pretending to be a statue.

Then Jiang Zhao turned on the light on his side.

The sudden bright light made Jian Yao close his eyes, he cursed in his heart, he just closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, I can't see others and they can't see me.

He heard Jiang Zhao walking beside him, and after a noisy meal, there was the sound of the zipper of the schoolbag. He couldn't help opening his eyes to peek, and saw Jiang Zhao take out a few books from the bag and throw them on the table. He pulled his schoolbag and carried it over his shoulder, then raised his hand to turn off the light, walked out of the classroom, and closed the door behind him.

Jian Yao: "..."

Once again, he fell into darkness and began to wonder if he really existed in this world.

He had such a big target squatting here, Jiang Zhao could not see it? ?

Jian Yao, who wanted to be ignored, was really ignored now, and became unhappy instead.

He doesn't care if others think he is a bad student or poor student, but he can't care if others think he is a coward.

He couldn't let that cowardly look refresh Jiang Zhao's impression of him.

Jian Yao stood up supporting himself, opened the door and rushed out, trying to catch up with Jiang Zhao and explain to him.

As soon as he took one leg, he saw Jiang Zhao standing by the door and almost bumped him on the shoulder.

Jiang Zhao casually leaned against the wall, with a black schoolbag on one shoulder, and the sleeves of his school uniform jacket rolled up to his elbows, and looked towards him when he heard the voice.

Both he and Jiang Zhao have fair skin, but Jiang Zhao's white is colder, almost transparent under the interweaving of moonlight and incandescent lights. He probably just came out of an air-conditioned room, and his school uniform is still cool.

Jiang Zhao stood up straight, still looking at him, with a cold voice in his deep voice: "Are you done crying?"

Jian Yao's brain had already crashed, and the words "嗯圈" were written directly on his face. He subconsciously sucked his nose, and replied, "Ah."

Jiang Zhao looked at him blankly again, then lifted the shoulder strap of his schoolbag, turned and left.

Jian Yao stood where he was, watching Jiang Zhao's figure disappearing at the top of the stairs, like a watchdog.

His brain cells were dead, and he did everything by instinct. He turned around and grabbed his schoolbag, and chased after Jiang Zhao without even thinking about it.