Battle for Rebirth

When he was called to stop, the boy in the novel was dying at the moment of a sword.When he looked up and followed the sound, his originally calm eyes trembled, and finally he stuffed the pen and paper into the drawer, walked slowly through the desks, chairs and classmates, and walked out of the classroom.

The young teacher hesitated to speak, and then said helplessly, "The teacher in charge is calling you."

Maybe it's because of the results of this monthly exam, his performance must be not ideal.He thought lightly, nodded and walked towards the corridor.

When he knocked on the door and entered the office, the always serious head teacher frowned when he saw him.

"Your grades this time," the class teacher paused, looking at his still expressionless face, somehow thinking of the gossip among the students in his class, and feeling sympathetic in his heart, "The math grades have improved very quickly, look Come and study carefully."

It turned out not to criticize him.

"Also..." The class teacher hesitated for a while, then continued, "You are at the same table and said you want to change seats."

He was still expressionless, his pale face seemed to be covered with a mask to hide all his emotions.

"Don't you want to say something?" the head teacher asked him.

He couldn't help but think of the story that began to be described in the thick notebook. The boy was like a dead leaf or a butterfly flying with wings, but in the end he always slept under the deep soil.And all of this is constructed by him, and the young man is just a grain of sand in the vast world, a passerby who cannot enter the protagonist's heart.

"casual."

The expected answer, the head teacher curled his lips, "You were transferred to the last table, can you see it?"

"Ah."

Behind, more suitable for him, undisturbed and forgotten.Pretty good, he summed it up in his mind.When he walked out of the office, he closed the door politely, walking lightly, like a ghost.

Back in the classroom, he pushed his desk and chair to the last row, and met his former deskmate unexpectedly, who turned his face in a hurry, which made him feel ridiculous.

He knows what other people think of him. He is gloomy, scary, withdrawn, and indifferent. He doesn't know what to write all day long.

When he took out the notebook from the drawer, he couldn't help but think of the time when he overheard them talking about him, saying that all the words written in his notebook were vicious curses, and everyone in his class was targeted by him.But everyone believed it, spreading rumors, as if the notes could really curse people to death.The rumors were really scary.He thought casually, and crossed out the paragraph he wrote before.

It was written in graceful and correct handwriting: The boy's eyes widened in disbelief. Those eyes were terribly bright before death and long sleep, but the bright light quickly faded away.He seemed to want to raise his hand, but in the end he could only touch the dripping blood on his chest... That blood, tick-tock, was magnified into a movement of death in front of the four people who were silent.The boy wanted to speak, wanted to ask them, did he kill him so easily...

Suddenly, a hand hit his book vigorously, and his shoulder was also scratched to the other side.

There is a long black mark on the note.

The tall boy raised the corners of his mouth indifferently, and apologized without sincerity, "I'm so sorry."

He glanced at the young man, but silently picked up the book, wiped off the dust on it and put it back, then tore off that page.After the first glance, he never looked at the boy again.

The classmates in the class hated him, were afraid of him, and alienated him. Naturally, some people bullied him.It's just that he never responded to this, just like a sandbag that doesn't move.

"Tsk. Bastard." The tall man sneered, and sat down in his seat rather bored.

There is an invisible space between them.

Everyone probably thinks he has no feelings, just like a puppet.

He used to think so too.

Until the cliché was rescued, until he found out that the boy was in the same class as him, the turmoil in his heart became bigger and bigger, but his character gradually drew the distance between the two of them.They were right about one thing, he was gloomy and selfish, wishing he could imprison the boy and make him his own.

Boy, is his light.

The protagonist in the novel is the boy who rescued him, and he was the boy who fell in love at first sight.The result was an all too obvious tragedy.

He never expected it.

Maybe one day he will do something that he regrets, his eyes darkened as he watched the boy and a girl holding an umbrella intimately, his face became paler after being drenched by the rain.While he was standing quietly, the young man in front of him turned around as if he had noticed something, and couldn't hide his surprise when he saw him drenched in the rain.

"Don't you have an umbrella?" The boy walked over without thinking, and grabbed his thin arm.

He froze for a moment, shaking his head slowly.

"Really, I'll catch a cold." The boy took off his school uniform jacket and covered his head, "My house is nearby, go to my house to shelter from the rain first."

"Can I...can I?" He was worried, his heart beating violently.

"Haha, are you still angry that I said something about your bastard in the afternoon?" The young man smiled brightly, "Well, actually, I just wanted to see if you would be angry, but your reaction was too boring."

He looked straight at the boy's smile, feeling that his smile could erase all the darkness in his heart.

"Let's go." The boy grabbed him, greeted the girl, and ran with him.

It was still raining, but it seemed that the sky was going to be sunny.

After that, their relationship suddenly became better. He would also show the young man his novels, and the young man would read them seriously and ask questions. It seemed that he had no objection to the fact that the protagonists in the novels were all men.His heart that didn't have any expectations slowly recovered, and a faint smile appeared on his originally indifferent face.He was already good-looking, and his smile suddenly brightened a lot.He even received a love letter.

How incredible.He thought, thanks to the boy.

He wanted to give the boy in the novel a good ending again, just like him, with his own light.

It's just that all of this was broken by the young man himself.It turned out to be an illusion of happiness. He was outside the door, listening to the boy mocking himself and thinking that he really wanted to be his friend and read him that disgusting gay novel. He almost threw up.He stood numbly, after a while, the corners of his lips curled up, and he walked into the classroom as if he didn't know anything.It's just that at this moment, he felt that he probably never had such a thing as a future.

His confession was finally restrained by himself.

On the last night, he was lying on the bed watching the neon lights pouring in from the window on the ceiling, the extreme tenderness was just a dream.

Since he can't get his own happy ending, let's give the boy in the book a ding.

If you die, be reborn and get a new start.