How did Xiao Ming die?

It happened in Beijing time on a certain day of a certain year, and the couple, Zhenmeng and Meng, who had already engaged in dating, were sitting on the stone steps of the stands next to the school playground.

The sunshine in February is just right.

"Tong Tong..." Shi Liang propped his hands on the stone steps, looking up at the clear sky above his head.

"Huh?" It was I holding the computer and typing on the academic report.

"Tong Tong..." Shi Liang leaned slightly and leaned against Yeszhen, "You talk to me."

"Speak." It was me who was careless.

Shiliang curled his lips, "Actually, I want to tell you something important?!"

"What's the big deal..."

"Actually, that day was at the origin, not our first kiss."

The origin, the intersection in front of the school.That day, when the red light was off and the green light was on, it was I who kissed Shiliang in front of the zebra crossing.

When I heard the words, I still didn't take my eyes off the screen, but my tone was no longer that perfunctory, "Autoplay."

Shiliang giggled, and it played automatically, "Before that, I kissed you secretly."

"When?"

"Nebrosa." Shi Liang said, "After you gave me your godhood, you fell into a coma for a while."

It was I who turned my head, glanced at Shiliang, and turned back blankly.

Shiliang was not angry, and it was Zhen who pushed him, "Is this the only reaction?! I broke the news so boldly!?"

It was my computer that almost dropped, so I sneered, "Okay, I got it."

Shiliang wanted to kill him.

It was I who tapped on the computer for a while, then suddenly raised my head, "So you liked me a long time ago!?"

"You just realized it!!!" Shiliang went up and stopped Zhennen.

It was I who said frankly, "I thought you were Soul at that time."

As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere suddenly became dull. Soul, the five-petal flower, is not an easy memory for me.

That's why there is that fitting room that can't squeeze two people, that kiss that can't fall.

It's because I thought Mengmeng was a soul, so I suppressed my thoughts.And the little comrade from Shiliang, who had always fantasized about being molested by me, thought he was in unrequited love.

Shiliang poked at me and wanted to say a word or two of comfort.

At this time, it was Zhen who muttered again, "Actually, I knew you liked me a long time ago, and I purposely watched you suffer."

I was killed by nen.

Still stands, stone steps.

It's me typing on the keyboard, Shiliang is bored.

"Hey." Shi Liang broke the silence, "Is that your first kiss?"

It was my side that made the crisp sound of typing on the keyboard.

Shiliang pouted, "I'm not."

It was I who raised my eyes, "When was your first kiss?"

"I don't remember." Shi Liang grinned.

Shiliang grew up in a very complicated environment, and we cannot use common sense to judge his experience.

"What about the first night?" I asked flatly.

"En..." Shi Liang thought for a while, then grinned again, "I can't remember."

"How many women have you slept with?"

Shi Liang still grinned.

"Where are the men?"

"you."

It was I who stared at Shiliang's smiling face, "Oh."

There was another brief silence after that, it was I typing on the keyboard, and Shiliang was bored.

Still the stone steps on the stands.

"That wasn't my first kiss either." At this moment, it was Zhen who broke the silence.

"Ah?" Shi Liang didn't hear clearly.

"Nebrosa, it wasn't my first kiss."

"Ah?" Shi Liang was taken aback, "Are you jealous?"

It was I who was typing on the keyboard intently, calm and calm.

Shiliang was not calm anymore, "Did you see that I had many such and such things in the past, so you deliberately said this to annoy me?"

It was hard for Shiliang to imagine that a person like me could have any romantic affairs.

"Is there anything strange?" It was Zhen who closed the computer and looked at Shiliang.

"It can't be more strange!" Shiliang realTM sad.

After thinking about it, I am a person who has lived for 138 billion years. The long journey of life has a bit of unofficial history, and it is also... and it is also something that Shiliang cannot accept.

Just kidding, even Shiliang's possessiveness is gone.

"It's that Tang Dynasty princess..." Shi Liang was about to cry, "It's Xuan who said you had a Tang Dynasty princess before."

"No." It was I who was calm and calm.

However, Shi Liang saw signs of holding back his laughter, "Who is that?"

It's just my acting skills, even if I give him a little bit of talent, I'm afraid he will be proud.

"When I was in junior high school." I confessed.

Cried.

Shiliang is so heartbroken, it is bound to let me reinterpret the unofficial history of junior high school with a ppt!

It's my favorite to see Mengmeng jealous, her eyes curved into smiling arcs.

"Do you care that much?"

"Is that little bitch pretty!" Shi Liang was very concerned.

"En..." I recalled it, "I can't remember clearly."

"You lied to me!" Shi Liang was so sad that he lay on Zhen Zhen's lap, "You must be deliberately pissing me off!!"

"I didn't lie to you." Is it because I'm dead?

"I order you to tell me this is not true!!"

"Good." I comforted him symbolically.

"You're holding back your laughter!!" Shi Liang cried, "Your acting skills are so bad my mother, how could I be willing to be deceived by you!"

"Then I won't laugh." It was Zhen who straightened his expression and held Shiliang's face in his hands.

Shiliang thought it was me who wanted to kiss him, so he immediately fell silent.

I just heard that it was I who said in a low and deep voice, "My first kiss was really in junior high school."

Shi Liang raised his middle finger.

This story dates back to the time when I hadn't awakened the Emperor God.

15 years old, third grade in junior high school.

At that time, I didn't know that there was a place called Nibrosa on the other side of the universe, I didn't know Rong Xuan, I didn't know how to condense the air into gravel, and I didn't kill anyone.

Not to mention a group of guys called five-petal flowers thinking about his life all day long.

An ordinary junior high school student is my ordinary life.Apart from being a little bit more aggressive than other students, a little bit more in second grade, and a little lethargic, there is nothing special about it.

Oh, no, very handsome.

When I was in junior high school, I lived in Japan because of my parents' work.

Although he loves to sleep, he never arrives late or leaves early. He is a typical top student praised by his teacher.

One day, it was I who walked into the classroom with my schoolbag on my back and the bell ringing.

All the people in the class sat upright, and the head teacher stood on the podium.

It was I who nodded and said hello, and walked to my seat silently under the attention of the whole class.

"Today we are going to add a new member to our class. I hope everyone can get along in harmony." The voice of the class teacher was next to my ear.

It was I humming softly in my heart, 'Transfer student? '

It was my seat in the last row of the second row by the window. He sat down and squinted at the second-to-last row by the window.

Empty, the corners of my mouth are raised again.

The penultimate row by the window, the transfer student, the standard configuration of the hero.

Thinking this way, I finally turned my gaze to the podium.He wanted to see if the appearance of this transfer student was worthy of such a compelling setting.

Standing on the podium was a young man about my age.

Although it was his first day at school, the teenager's attire was not formal at all.The shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned is crooked, with a schoolbag mopping the floor in one hand, and a plaster cast tied in the other.

Looking at the face again, there is no beauty at all.In other words, you can't see what it looks like at all.

The boy's head was wrapped with gauze, and his soft hair was in pieces.The cheeks and the left eye are covered by bandages, the only thing I can see clearly is the boy's right eye and the corner of the blue mouth.

'Bad boy? ! 'It was a barrage that popped up in my heart.

The bad boy bowed to the class without introducing himself.After the ceremony, he went to the empty seat by the window.

It is my front left.

After that, I have nothing to do with this bad boy.

Bad students sometimes skip classes, sometimes fall asleep on the table, and never take the initiative to talk to classmates.

Occasionally, some enthusiastic students wanted to carry this new member, but they were scared back by the dark aura emanating from the bad boy.

Of course, I am not afraid of him, I just simply don't want to talk to him.

Is there anyone in this class who can pretend better than me?

impossible!

So, the story begins again from one night.

During that time, the school held a school festival, and as the sports committee member, I was assigned a lot of tasks.

You read that right, the remnant body is me, and he is the sports committee member.

It's not just me, in fact, all the male students in the class were left in school to make props that day, and this busy work lasted until after [-] o'clock.

It was I who wiped off the paint on my hands and got up to wash my hands.

"The bathroom in this building doesn't seem to work. Go to the lounge on the top floor and wash your hands." The squad leader reminded.

"Oh." It was I who nodded as a thank you, and climbed up the stairs leading to the top floor.

The floor is not high, six floors.The top floor is the activity classroom. Usually, few people come here, and the lights in the corridor are all off.

The cold moonlight shines through the window, and the lounge is at the corner at the end of the corridor.

It was I who walked over, turned around, looked up, and saw a figure from behind.

The lounge on the top floor is spacious, with large floor-to-ceiling windows blocked by chest-high railings.

The windows were open, and the evening wind lifted the white curtains.A teenager sits on a fence with his legs dangling outside the window.

The youth is against the light, in my eyes it is a silhouette.

This is forced, give full marks.

The experienced master of authenticity appraisal is Mr. Zhen, who calmly walked to the sink.

At this time, the boy who had never made a sound in class suddenly spoke.

"Anything to eat?"

"..."

This is forced, no points.

"No." It was Zhen who wiped his hands and walked away.

"I'm hungry……"

I ignored it and walked out of the lounge.

Suddenly, a strong wind brushed his cheek.With a bang, I was blocked in a corner.

With one hand hanging in a bandage and the other dangling danglingly, the young man stood in front of Zhenzhen with his body bent, staring straight at him.

But I knew in my heart that he wasn't being thumped by the wall, that boy didn't reach out at all!

It's speed!It's wind pressure!What forced him to retreat was the aura that only the sophomores could understand!

I'm not afraid, but he just wants to yell shit.

"I'm hungry." The boy whispered.His only exposed right eye couldn't see any human warmth, it was full of death.

Calm as I am, a senior pretending to be invisible.He used his peripheral vision to measure the distance to the balcony, and mentally calculated how the boy flashed in front of him and intercepted him in just one second.

Finally, he came to a conclusion.

This boy, he, cannot be beaten.

"Are you hungry?" It was I who took out a Snickers bar from my pocket, "Eat it."

The boy took the Snickers bar and walked straight back to the French windows.

I saw him supporting the railing with one hand, and jumped onto the railing.

Very light!

"The students in the class are all making props downstairs." It was Zhen who simply turned back to the original route, "It's good for you to hide here and be lazy."

The boy tore open the package, cast a sideways glance at me, "what?"

"Full marks." It was I who chuckled, "This place is not bad."

Feeling good.

The teenagers were squatting on the railing, holding a Snickers bar in their mouths, "Are you coming up?"

It's because I think it's dangerous, "Reject."

"I'm here, it's fine." The boy patted the railing beside him.

It was I who was calm and calm, "Refused."

It's me who is not afraid, he really can't go up.

He is a top student, and his body is also a top student!

The boy stretched out his hand, Canzhen hesitated for a moment, and climbed up.

"Aren't you afraid?" It was Zhen who stared downstairs, feeling his scalp tingling, and the numbness stretched from the tip of his toes to his calf.

The boy clutched the wrapping paper of the Snickers bar, "Scared."

"I'm afraid you still..."

"If your scalp feels numb, it's a feeling of fear of death. I'm afraid of death, but I'm afraid."

It was my bangs that were blown by the evening wind, he turned his head, and the boy's side face was close in front of him.

The boy's head was wrapped with gauze, and his soft hair was in pieces.Under the moonlight, it was a somewhat light hair color.