Orientation sniping

On Monday morning, the second period was biology class. The teacher was a middle-aged man with a serious face. His lecture sound without any ups and downs made people drowsy.

Jiang Jing lay absent-mindedly on the table, and the half-written paper was creased.

The sky outside the window was dim, and the branches slapped on the glass from time to time, making a few muffled sounds.A large part of the back row has fallen asleep, and Jiang Jing is the only one who is relatively awake.

He was sleepy too, but couldn't sleep for no apparent reason.

The teacher pressed the laser pointer, a small red dot was drawn across the whiteboard, and a line of bold words was circled.

"Winter is the season when many diseases are most likely to recur, including rheumatism, cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, skin diseases, etc., as well as psychological diseases such as depression..."

The teacher read it again, word by word, without emotion.

Jiang Jing didn't even raise his head, and looked out the window with his chin propped up. The ballpoint pen twirled between his fingers, and then fell to the ground with a "snap".

There was a very light crisp sound, but it made his heart skip a beat.

Zhao Yu, who was separated by a corridor, was half asleep, rubbing his eyes to meet his gaze, and whispered, "Brother Jiang, what are you looking at?"

The bare branches swayed more and more, and the whistling wind could be heard faintly.The haze seemed to fall on his heart, and there was a burst of chest tightness for no reason, as if it was foreshadowing something.

Jiang Jing shook his head mechanically: "Nothing."

Zhao Yu yawned out of boredom, picked up the pen for him, and chatted with people in the table hole while swinging his legs.

45 minutes passed in the blink of an eye. After class, Jiang Jing took out his phone and sent a message to Ji Shurong.

Jiang Jing: What are you doing?

After posting, I felt that the words were a bit dry, and then I shook the penguin probe emoji.

Ji Shurong: At home, I will go out later.

It was a very common sentence, and Jiang Jing's restless heart suddenly calmed down.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and sent a message: Slow down on the road.

Ji Shurong: Good.

Jiang Jing wanted to send another sentence, but as soon as he typed a word, he saw the classmates who were secretly playing with their mobile phones. A boy jumped in from the back door and said anxiously: "Hurry up, hide the phone, the grade director is here again Patrol!"

Jiang Jing glanced at the screen one last time, and Ji Shurong didn't send him any more messages. Although the content of the chat was the same, Jiang Jing keenly sensed that he was not in a good mood.

Recently, Ji Shurong's mood has been very low.He didn't do anything, but he always looked tired.

When he was leaving this morning, Jiang Jing accidentally glanced at the medicine bottle on the cabinet. There were only a few pills left in it. According to Ji Shurong's usual dosage, he shouldn't be able to take it so quickly.

Jiang Jing's heart, which had settled down just now, rose again. Ji Shurong's series of abnormal reactions flashed before his eyes one by one in the past few days, as if something was about to come out.

Everyone around them was hiding their mobile phones in a panic. After a while, the grade director walked in with steady steps, patrolling the back row like an emperor.

Just as a thought popped into his head, before Jiang Jing could grasp it, he was interrupted by a sudden voice behind him.

The grade director squinted at him with his hands behind his back, and raised his chin toward the table hole: "What is that in the book, take it out."

The stairs in the cafeteria were very narrow, the students going up and down passed by each other, Jiang Jing walked down with his pockets in his pocket, feeling uneasy for some reason.

He subconsciously took out his phone, and before he could press it, his foot suddenly stepped on the air.

Zhao Yu, who followed closely behind him, grabbed his arm suddenly and pulled him back.

"My God, Brother Jiang, you scared me to death. If this falls, it will hit a lot of people." Zhao Yu patted his chest, and breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear.

Jiang Jing didn't respond, as if he wasn't the one who almost fell down the stairs just now.He lowered his eyes, looked at the phone in his hand, and suddenly wanted to send Ji Shurong a message.

He couldn't tell where this sense of loss came from, and an inexplicable sense of anxiety spread along the blood throughout his body.

Zhao Yu jumped down the last step of the stairs, hugged Jiang Jing and Li Fan one by one, and said enthusiastically, "How about going to play some ball games, get out of class is over early today, and there is still some time before lunch break."

"Okay." Li Fan readily agreed.

Zhao Yu arched Jiang Jing and asked, "Brother Jiang, how about you?"

Jiang Jing was looking down at his phone, his brows were slightly frowned, and he ignored what the two said.

"Brother Jiang." Zhao Yu raised his voice and called him, "What's wrong with you, aren't you just being called a parent, and you look like you've lost your soul?"

Li Fan also looked over and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Jiang Jing turned off the phone, took a deep breath and said, "It's nothing, let's go."

He sent a series of messages to Ji Shurong, but there was no response for a long time.

At first, Jiang Jing thought that he was too busy to look at his phone, so he called him a few times after the first class, but no one answered.

Jiang Jing didn't listen to any classes or questions he had in the afternoon. He kept holding on to his phone tightly, afraid of missing any messages from Ji Shurong.

Unfortunately not.

Not a single reply.

The chat box is full of long or short words sent by him alone, lined up in a row alone.

The moment the school bell rang, Jiang Jing was the first to rush out of the classroom carrying his schoolbag.

Before the teaching building had time to become lively, the stairs were empty and seemed a little deserted.The marble on the ground reflected the gloomy light, making people feel flustered by the cold.

The school uniform was not zipped up, and was blown behind him by the wind, slapping him up and down.

Jiang Jing ran out while holding his mobile phone. He ran too fast, his face was a little pale, and his heavy breathing was blown away in the wind.

He also called Yang Xiao, but no one answered.

Jiang Jing knew that something must have happened, otherwise these two people would not have lost contact at the same time.Countless guesses flew through his mind, each of which made his heart shudder.

The busy tone from the phone continued, Jiang Jing didn't give up, cut it off and dialed again.

He had already ran out of the school gate, and in front of him was the road with cars coming and going, and the cold wind blown by the cars hit his face.He stood at the intersection in a daze, but he didn't know where to go.

The phone's busy beeping sounded for a while, and when he was disheartened, Yang Xiao's voice suddenly came.

Yang Xiao's voice was deep and tired, "Hello?"

Jiang Jing glanced at the screen, and it showed Ji Shurong's name.

His temples were throbbing, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Where is Ji Shurong?"

Yang Xiao was obviously silent for a moment.

Jiang Jing sensed something from his momentary pause, and his heart sank suddenly.

"He..." Yang Xiao paused, probably hesitating whether to tell him the truth.

After a while, he opened his mouth slowly.

In a word, Jiang Jing knew every word, but the combination made him feel strange.

It took Jiang Jing a long time to regain his breath, his chest was cold and painful.He wanted to tell you not to make such a joke, but when he opened his mouth, he was so choked up that he couldn't speak.

Yang Xiao sighed, and repeated what she said just now: "Old Ji had a car accident and is in the hospital."

The author says:

The old season is too miserable (ah