The scholars all want to train me to become a talent

"This time it's the number one in the two grades again."

"Otherwise? The provincial number one scholar and Xueshen are fighting like gods."

"Now it's up to whoever plays out of order."

"Why is it called the provincial champion? Wasn't it called a school bully before?"

"You know what a der. Now that his grades have improved, he is still called a school bully."

"It's great, I can still look up to the demeanor of the Provincial Champion in my lifetime."

"I thought I couldn't see it either."

"My faith is back!"

As spring and autumn come, students have begun to put on long sleeves. Time flies, year after year, looking back, a drop in the ocean.

Most of the students put on a school uniform jacket outside, and the summer school uniform is still inside, and the school trousers are long, so there is no need to change them.

This kind of outfit is to avoid when it is hot, there is something to take off, and when it is cold, there is something to put on.

Zhou Xing was naturally dressed like this. His jacket was unzipped, and the curve was wide enough to see the school uniform inside. He was writing with his eyes down, writing out the problem-solving process smoothly, without sloppiness at all.

Zhong Zhiming, who came to ask for advice, couldn't hide his excitement, and praised without hesitation: "Wow, your idol is so fast!"

Zhou Xing raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the words, and the handwriting appeared faster, and the characters floated so fast that they almost flew out of the page frame.

"It's faster! It's amazing!" Zhong Zhiming's eyes were so bright.

Yu Jue looked at Zhou Xing for a while, then silently looked away.

Zhou Xing wrote down a difficult problem in two or three times, and pushed it to Zhong Zhiming with a smile on his lips: "If you still don't know it in the future, you can come to me."

Zhong Zhiming nodded like a pounding garlic: "Yeah!"

Fu Yuanshu followed closely behind and handed over the homework book with a sincere attitude: "I also have a question..."

Zhou Xing took it, calculated it easily, and pushed it back.

Fu Yuanshu: "Wow! So fast, you are my idol!"

Zhou Xing waved his hand: "Small."

Sending off one after another of the top students who came to ask for advice, Zhou Xing was able to relax until the class, he stretched his muscles, narrowed the distance with Yu Jue, and smiled: "I'm sorry, I robbed you of your fans. "

However, Yujue didn't want to compete with him at all, so he calmly reminded: "During class time, put away your little tricks."

Zhou Xing retreated when he knew the difficulty, and sat back in his seat with folded arms.

This class is the last class of the day. After class, I will leave school and prepare for evening self-study.

Listen carefully in class, the time actually passes quickly, and it is not tormented.

After the evening self-study, the two returned to the dormitory as usual, washed up, and sat on their own beds.

Zhou Xing looked down at the documentary, and suddenly heard that Yu Jue said that he would ask for leave tomorrow.

"Ask for leave?" Zhou Xing closed the game and looked up at him.

Yu Jue, who hasn't asked for a vacation for 800 years, came here suddenly, Zhou Xing really didn't get used to it.

"Tomorrow is his death day." Yu Jue's tone was light, "I have to go."

Zhou Xing's heart skipped a beat, he understood who Yu Jue was talking about, 365 days a year, no matter what, one day would be...

"Okay." Zhou Xing nodded in response, recalled some things for a moment, and asked, "At this time last year, did you also ask for leave?"

Yu Jue said, "Please, come back to class later."

Of course Zhou Xing knew about it, but Yu Jue came back the day after he asked for leave, and then...

Zhou Xing's eyebrows twitched: "The day you skipped class with me, shouldn't it be..." Fei Ze's death day, right?

"Yes." Yu Jue admitted readily.

Zhou Xing: "..."

"Then, why don't I go with you tomorrow?" Zhou Xing felt guilty, he never thought of his unintentional proposal, so that Yu Jue didn't go to see his friend.

Yu Jue said, "You can go if you want, but I voluntarily skipped class that day, so don't blame yourself."

In fact, the day before the death last year was also the afternoon when Zhou Xing couldn't contact Yu Jue.During that time, he had been in the cemetery, in front of Fazer's tombstone.

The next day, Zhou Xing asked for leave and went to the cemetery with Yu Jue.

The leaves are not falling seriously, and the autumn wind sweeps a small number of fallen leaves. The wind is cooler, the sky is blue, and the horizon is blurred.

Most of the cool and dreary weather is reminding people that rain is coming.

Vehicles pass by the birch-planted avenue, the tires roll up the residual leaves, and the heat returns to the desert in an instant.

Zhou Xing followed Yu Jue on the path, and the nearby lush grove was rustling, with broken branches and leaves falling on the tombstone.

The young man had a bright smile, but it was particularly dazzling in the black and white photos. It was vaguely sad and ironic. To Zhou Xingxing, it was a strange face.

Come once a year, there is always something to say, Zhou Xing still has a sense of propriety, he said: "I'll go and stand by."

He planned to avoid it and give Yu Jue his own space.

But Yu Jue stopped him: "You stay with me."

Zhou Xing paused, suspicious: "Is it really not necessary?"

Yu Jue just looked at him.

Zhou Xing spread his hands: "Okay."

After confirming that Zhou Xing would not leave, Yu Jue tilted his head, lowered his eyelids slightly, his eyes seemed to fall on the photo, and at the same time seemed to fall on the ground.

The wind that passed through the mountains, rivers and oceans once again passed through a forest, and there was a "woo hoo" wailing in the forest, like the howling of wild animals, adding a bit of mystery and horror.

Zhou Xing stood with Yu Jue for a few minutes, but the other party just stood there without any movement, and there was no sign of speaking.

Are you really speechless?

Yu Jue moved, he took Zhou Xing's hand, turned and left.

Zhou Xing was led forward by him, he really didn't understand: "Don't you have anything to say to him?"

"No." Yu Jue said.

Zhou Xing was inconceivable, he felt that he liked to hide things in his heart too much, and placed too many invisible burdens on himself.

"Just leave like that?" Zhou Xing asked.

Yu Jue said, "Yes."

Zhou Xing frowned: "If you have something to say, we can share it together."

"Don't worry." Yu Jue already guessed what Zhou Xing was thinking, and he didn't stop, "I'm just visiting him."

Although he doesn't know whether there are spirits in the ground, whether there is a paradise in the sky, and the reflection of the soul, but his thinking has always been simple, he just wants to come and see him.

Yu Jue strode forward, his back was tall and straight like a pine, the ends of his hair were loose and flexible, holding Zhou Xing's hand was strong and warm.

Zhou Xing walked behind him, looked at his lonely and deserted back, felt the warmth in his hands, felt something in his heart, caught up with his steps, and stood side by side with him.

These words are not very important.