phantom hand

The subway is advancing rapidly in the darkness of nothingness. Some people say that the intricate subway lines are like the veins of a city, hidden under the skin of the asphalt road. Every high-speed subway is the blood of the city.The more rapid the development of the city, the faster the subway, just like the faster the blood flow of a person running, the slower the heart will be, the less oxygen it will be.

Li Chuang was born with a quick temper. When he was in school, what he hated the most was going out, because whether it was taking a taxi or taking a bus, half an hour's journey would always take you stumbling for an hour or more.So he likes the speed of this city quite a lot. Whatever he wants to do, there is the most efficient channel, unimpeded, and running at full speed.

It's just that it would be more perfect if there were not so many people.

At this moment, Li Chuang is in the subway car, being squeezed against the glass door by layers of crowds. He feels that as long as the people behind him push a little harder, he can be transformed into a perfect mobile phone film, which is fully attached to the glass door. There are no air bubbles on the door.

This is the trouble of low altitude. Li Chuang lowered his head and sighed depressedly. Zhao Qingyu's height of less than [-] is really worrying. In the past, he used to look at the heads of a car of people in the car, but now he feels better. He only feels that the top of his head is covered with blackness. .When he lowered his head, Li Chuang accidentally saw his T-shirt again. Oh no, it was the T-shirt of classmate Zhao Qingyu. He searched through the boxes of his grandma’s and found nothing pleasing to the eye. He just wanted a big T-shirt with a round neck and a casual loose T-shirt, is it that difficult!There was a cabinet full of checkered shirts or school uniforms with lapels and plain short-sleeved clothes—in Li Chuang’s place, any T-shirts that couldn’t be shaken in the wind were not called T-shirts—finally Li Chuang grabbed one with his eyes closed.

The clothes fit very well, and when looking in the mirror, Li Chuang sighed at the appearance of the deity.Although it's not a style that Li Chuang can appreciate, the "little thing" with red lips and white teeth in the mirror is indeed... er... very pretty.It's not in the same way as the little girl's beauty, she looks clean and bookish, Li Chuang thought that if he was gay, he would like Zhao Qingyu as well.

When the subway arrived at the station, the door was still persistently opened as Li Chuang begged his grandpa to tell his grandma. Without any suspense, Li Chuang was pushed out.After all the people who wanted to get in were finished, Li Chuang sprinted in at a speed of [-] meters and gritted his teeth until the door was closed before letting go of the lady's purse in his arms.

Finally, the glass door could be affixed to the back, and Li Chuang smiled gratefully at the eldest sister who desperately defended her property.

The elder sister who was still in shock hugged her bag like a pangolin and got into the sea of ​​people until she was only in the car.

The subway moved again, and Li Chuang couldn't move anything except his fingers.Someone stepped on his white casual sneakers, and he tried to move his foot away, but he stepped on the person next to him.At last he simply remained motionless.

In the midst of poverty and boredom, Li Chuang's head suddenly flashed a lot of idiot-like AVs he had seen before. They were all the same as office workers or schoolgirls in the crowded subway who were bullied by strange uncles. This atmosphere, this condition, if you want to harass, it depends on whether your arms and legs can move.

It was noon when we arrived at the school, and Li Chuang ate a bowl of Guilin rice noodles at the school gate, which according to the shop owner was unauthentic and free of charge.It was the first time Li Chuang ate this food, and he felt that it looked very similar to rice noodles anyway, and it was basically the same origin, so he felt that this food could be called dry mixed rice noodles.

While sucking sucking sucking hungrily, Shao Xiaodong sent another text message, he was very polite and asked, are you there yet?Because Li Chuang had sent a text message saying that he would come over.Li Chuang was also concise, just reply, where are you?After waiting for a while, there is a reply, dormitory.Li Chuang nodded approvingly, replied two words, and waited.In half a minute, Shao Xiaodong sent another pitiful message: I have been waiting all morning.Li Chuang looked at the text message and saw the pitiful look of the little fat man. How should I put it, this man is a rare cute guy in Zhao Qingyu's social relations.

As soon as he opened the door, Li Chuang saw Chubby Er Dong who was sighing and complaining to the window, and the other party turned his head when he heard the voice, his eyes lit up when he saw Li Chuang, and he seemed to be crying with joy: "I thought you wouldn't come. "

Li Chuang looked around the empty room: "Where are they?"

Shao Xiaodong scratched his head in embarrassment: "Uh, they said to go first."

Well, that's what those guys can do.Li Chuang raised his eyebrows: "Then why don't you go there together?"

Shao Xiaodong lowered his head and dawdled for a long time before he said, "I always feel that it's not good not to wait for you."

A certain bad feeling ran from Li Chuang's back to his scalp, and in the next second he put his arms around Shao Xiaodong's neck, head to head, eye to eye, as if he could wipe it with his lips: "I said , you don’t have any thoughts about me, do you?”

Shao Xiaodong was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize what Li Chuang meant after a few seconds, and immediately pushed Li Chuang out with wide eyes.

Unprepared, Li Chuang staggered and knocked on the desk. He slammed his teeth hard for a long time, and when he recovered, he glared at Shao Xiaodong: "You fucking deal with class enemies, why don't you be so ruthless?" ah."

Shao Xiaodong was a little flustered, at a loss for what to do for a long time, and finally came up with a complete sentence: "I like women, I swear!"

The corners of Li Chuang's mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth while rubbing his lower back: "Speaking is enough, no action is needed to prove it!"

After the panic, Shao Xiaodong felt a little guilty, and asked with concern: "Are you all right?"

"Thanks to my buddy, I have practiced." Li Chuang stretched his muscles and bones, and the pain in his waist was still there. Obviously, Zhao Qingyu's body's ability to resist blows was not very good.

Shao Xiaodong breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Chuang keenly grasped the other party's subtle emotional state, and then suddenly realized that the reason why Shao Xiaodong was friendly to "Zhao Qingyu" was not because of any thoughts, but because of Li Chuang's lust.

Li Chuang expressed his satisfaction that he was still able to intimidate people with his aura in Zhao Qingyu's body.

On the way to the laboratory, Li Chuang found out that Shao Xiaodong was from Sichuan, and his family was very wealthy in business. He was the youngest and had four older sisters.Li Chuang felt that he seemed to be able to understand how Shao Xiaodong's gentle, mother-in-law character came about.

When Li broke into the laboratory, he watched carefully around the equipment. Of the two people, only Song Hongqing raised his head, greeted Shao Xiaodong, then lowered his head and continued to vomit blood on the paper. Did not lift.

Shao Xiaodong didn't think too much about it, so he hurried over and spread out the experiment report, looked up, and wrote while looking down, discussing things with other people from time to time, such as how long it took for the color to change, was it this color in the first place, catalyst Whether the dosage has changed, etc.After a while, I realized that Li Chuang was still standing there, and asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

Li Chuang shook his head calmly. He couldn't tell the little fat man that the blue liquid in the test tube reminded him of blueberry flavored Gatorade—he liked to drink that after playing basketball.

Walking over as if nothing had happened, Li Chuang also bent down and looked left and right at the complicated instrument like a model. He felt that it was similar, so he spread the experiment report aside, and began to concentrate... Turning the pen.

What Li Chuang hated most in his life was mathematics, physics and chemistry. He used to think that he was out of the misery. When he received the admission letter from the philosophy department, he was as high as a believer who got the gospel. But now, looking at the blackboard in the laboratory Li Chuang felt that he could convert to my Buddha after reading rows of heavenly chemical equations...

Damn it, Zhao Qingyu, what kind of shit is he studying!

After staying in the laboratory for a full afternoon, when he came out, Li Chuang had the feeling of seeing the light of day again.Shao Xiaodong asked him if he wanted to go to the cafeteria, but Li Chuang declined. The key point was that the faces of the other two people when they heard the invitation were really not good-looking, and Li Chuang was rare to be considerate of public opinion.

I don't know if it was because of the rice noodles at noon that he was too hungry or because Zhao Qingyu's stomach was really small, but Li Chuang didn't feel hungry at all.So while others were eating, he leisurely entered the school library.

When he came out with two books, it was already dark.

Li Chuang took out his mobile phone and found Shao Xiaodong's phone number from the phone book. After connecting, he asked straightforwardly, "Where is the nearest big supermarket?"

Little Fatty's concerns are comprehensive: "What do you do in the supermarket?"

Li Chuang rolled his eyes: "Buying bedding rolls, I'm going to live in the dormitory today."

Shao Xiaodong was silent for two or three seconds. Li Chuang guessed that he was trying to understand the meaning of bedclothes. Just as he was about to explain, he heard the other side say: "No need to buy it, don't you have it in your cabinet?"

"Huh?" This time it was Li Chuang's turn to be surprised.

Shao Xiaodong thought he had forgotten, and reminded him patiently: "You forgot? Didn't the school give out a set when we entered school? There are quilts, pillows, sheets, and sheets. You haven't used them and stuffed them in the cabinet."

The more Li Chuang listened, the more he felt more comfortable: "Okay, brother, I'll go back now."

Li Chuang, who hung up the phone, flew to the dormitory humming a little tune.

Shao Xiaodong, who hung up the phone, was pushed to the ground by Song Hongqing and Wang Han and tortured.

——Song Hongqing was in charge of pressing Shao Xiaodong's stomach with a pillow, and Wang Han was in charge of beating on it.

Wang Han glared: "Are you so full that you go to the dormitory to recruit him?"

Shao Xiaodong was aggrieved: "I'm on a diet, I only ate [-]% full just now, oh...he said he would stay at night..."

Song Hongqing stared: "You won't say that there is no quilt and pillow?"

Shao Xiaodong pouted: "But he said he was going to buy it."

Sighing, Wang Han stopped his attack first. In fact, he didn't strike hard, and the little fat man was not injured at all.Sitting back on the chair in front of the desk, Wang Han leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the other two: "Do you think that guy has become weird since he came from Beijing?"

Song Hongqing pulled Shao Xiaodong up, then leaned against the door panel, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "That guy has always been weird."

Shao Xiaodong picked up the pillow and patted the ashes on it: "Actually, he didn't do anything to us. Maybe this is an opportunity. If he moves back, we can get along well." At this point, Shao Xiaodong paused for a while, thinking about it Then he added, "However, I also feel that he seems a little different from before."

Song Hongqing touched his neck subconsciously, and suddenly said: "Let the two of you tell me, why does my neck feel chilly?"

Wang Han narrowed his eyes slowly: "What did you think of?"

Song Hongqing swallowed her saliva: "It's that introvert who has been bullied by classmates all the time, who is always depressed, who kills people in a dormitory and stuffs the corpses into the cabinet... You know, once a person is under too much mental pressure... "

Wang Han's liver trembled a little too: "It's not like that, we didn't bully him that much."

look at each other.

Song Hongqing patted the table: "Don't worry about it, just in case."

Ten minutes later, all the controlled knives in the dormitory, including fruit knives, paper knives, utility knives and even razors, were thrown into the dark drawer, and Wang Han kept the keys.

Shao Xiaodong felt that the two roommates were making a big deal out of a molehill: "Maybe we didn't have much contact with him before, so we didn't have a comprehensive understanding of him, so we don't need to be so serious."

Song Hongqing and Wang Han didn't speak, they just stared at the thing in Shao Xiaodong's hand.

The inexplicable Shao Xiaodong lowered his head, for a long while, with a troubled expression on his face: "You don't need to take away the nail clippers..."