madness

Su Zhiyun curled up, his forehead pressed against the floor, the cold seeped into his hot cheeks, his body seemed to be split in half by a god.

Half soaked in the cold glacier, half fell into the burning hell of lava.

He lay down for a while, still feeling a terrible headache.

Su Zhiyun looked at the snow-white ceiling, his eyelashes fluttered twice.

It's quiet out there, everything is quiet.

Even a little too quiet.

Su Zhiyun covered his ears, and when he heard the wind blowing through his closed palms, he murmured to himself.

"No one."

There was no sound at all.

Can't hear anything.

When he was young, he always had all kinds of weird thoughts. With his eyes open, Su Zhiyun seemed to see colorful soap bubbles dancing in front of his eyes, the ethereal singing of mermen came from the ceiling, and the red-skinned train whistled past the window. .

The tide was raging, and the pavement was coming. He jumped off the roof and fell into the deep sea.

Reality constructs bizarre and incredible dreams before his eyes.

He gradually closed his eyes, then opened them again.

It was really just a dream.

Su Zhiyun felt a little lost for no reason. He stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, then stretched out his hand and let out a "boo".

It's like popping a soap bubble.

He touched his forehead, and the fever has subsided a lot. Young people probably only have this little advantage, having endless energy and a body that can withstand wanton waste.

But Su Zhiyun has always disliked a body that is too healthy, he would rather enjoy the feeling of taking medicine when he is sick.

Colorful medicines, bitter and astringent medicines, medicines that no one cares about.

As for why he likes it, Su Zhiyun has never thought about it, he rarely thinks about the reasons why he likes or does something.

Su Zhiyun got up, took the diary out of the drawer, glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was 11:30.

He writes in a diary.

Sunny September 6

The weather today is good.

I may be a psycho.

Aunt Wang was a little surprised when she saw Su Zhiyun walking down the stairs.

"Young master, didn't you go to school today?"

Su Zhiyun's hair was still curled up, he responded, then took out the thermometer from the medicine box, put it in his mouth, and took it out to have a look.

The burn is not so severe that it can't kill anyone.

He took out the cold medicine, took it with water, then picked up the schoolbag on the ground and went out.

Aunt Wang stared at Su Zhiyun's back for a moment, feeling very surprised: "Why is the young master so active today, and he still has to go to class at this point?"

The way Su Zhiyun walked in was still the same, swaggering, not guilty at all, and walked to the seat with his schoolbag on his back without saying a word in the report.

It's a pity that the head teacher who is in class today has the worst tolerance for sand, so when he saw this, he lost his temper and told Su Zhiyun to get out.

Su Zhiyun glanced at the blackboard brush that had been thrown at his feet, brushed the dust off his trousers leisurely, and walked out the door again.

The little fat man looked at the head teacher's face turning blue with anger, and secretly sighed with emotion.

Su Zhiyun is so courageous.

The sky was not gray, it was approaching summer, and when it cleared the sky was a compelling azure blue with huge fluffy clouds.

After Su Zhiyun walked out of the classroom, he didn't leave very far, leaning against the wall, humming casually.

"Hello, are you Su Zhiyun from Class 3?"

The voice was clearly transmitted through the earphones, Su Zhiyun glanced to the side, he was also a kid who came out for punishment, with crooked eyebrows and bright little canine teeth when he smiled.

Not really bad, more of a ruffian.

Su Zhiyun turned his gaze around again, he was not interested in this smiling type, because it reminded Su Zhiyun of Chen Yi from the high school.

White on the outside and black on the inside.

Not a good thing.

"But you don't look so scary, you have thin arms and legs, like a little girl."

After the other party said this, he took out another bag of snacks from his pocket and chewed them.

The way he eats is not ugly, but rather cute, like a little hamster.

"Who do you think looks like a little girl?"

The young man raised his head and looked at Su Zhiyun who came in front of him. The other party blocked the light, so he blinked twice.

The earrings on Su Zhiyun's ear bones were shining brightly under the sun, and they made a soft sound.

Some dazzling.

The boy narrowed his eyes slightly.

Su Zhiyun from Class 3 and Cui Ming from Class 10 started fighting.

As soon as get out of class was over, the news spread, and many people quietly gathered outside the dean's office to watch the excitement.

Both Cui Ming and Su Zhiyun are famous, but neither of them have a good reputation.

The dean is also a headache.

Both of them were disqualified, the difference was that one was still smiling with a bruised nose and swollen face, and the other had never seen his face clearly from the beginning to the end, and his hair covered it all up.

The dean rubbed his sore temples: "How long have you had this hair? How can students have such long hair?"

Su Zhiyun didn't speak, just like that when he came in, without saying a word.

"Forget it, you two can write a letter of guarantee and go."

The dean waved his hand and gave up completely.

Su Zhiyun's father was somewhat related to the principal, so the dean could only turn a blind eye to Su Zhiyun most of the time.

"Ok."

Cui Ming responded happily, and immediately found a pen and paper.

When he went out, Cui Ming touched the corner of his mouth, and he felt so painful, he said quietly and curiously: "Really, I just talked about him, why are you so angry, with a aunt..."

Thinking of the situation just now, Cui Ming swallowed the remaining half of the sentence.

Come on, what a little ancestor, I can't afford to mess with him.

Su Zhiyun is the type who wants to fight with his life. Cui Ming is not afraid of him, but he feels that the opponent's thin arms and legs will break if he breaks them.

I didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of being accidentally beaten to death.

Su Zhiyun ignored him, passed by Cui Ming, and walked forward alone.

Cui Ming watched his leaving back and snorted: "This kid is quite proud."

He was suddenly a little interested in Su Zhiyun's face, why did he get so angry when he was called a girl?Does it really look like a girl?

Cui Ming rubbed his chin, and silently substituted Banhua Lin Yinyin's face on Su Zhiyun's body, and immediately shivered all over his body.

Forget it.

"Brother Cui, I heard that you fought with Su Zhiyun from Class 3?"

Someone excitedly leaned over to inquire.

"Did Su Zhiyun fight very hard? Did he come out with a knife?"

What a mess.

Cui Ming frowned.

The other party began to explain enthusiastically: "Everyone said that Su Zhiyun used bangs to cover his face because of a birthmark on his face. Some people said that everyone who saw Su Zhiyun's face died before!"

"Blind talk." Cui Ming took the draft of the guarantee letter and smeared the other party's face: "Do you think Su Zhiyun is Medusa? Just look at it and die?"

"Do you have any brains, do you believe this kind of rumor?"

As soon as the other party heard what Cui Ming said, their interest lost half.

"Then he must have something special?"

"Why does he have a special place?"

The man said, "Because he is Su Zhiyun."

"It's not someone else, he is Su Zhiyun."

What happened to Su Zhiyun?Cui Ming thought that Su Zhiyun looked no different from an ordinary middle school student, if he had to say it, he was just a little thinner.

Like a little monkey.

The more Cui Ming thought about it, the more he felt that this metaphor was very appropriate. He was skinny, he couldn't speak or understand human language, and he liked to yell.

Isn't it just a living monkey?

Su Zhiyun sneezed, the little fat man trembled in fright, and tremblingly handed over two tissues.

"Do you have a cold?"

the little fat man asked cautiously.

Su Zhiyun, who had just had a fight, exuded a chill all over his body, and looked even more difficult to get close to than usual. The students who wanted to throw garbage all bypassed Su Zhiyun, and would rather go a long way than get close to each other.

"should."

Su Zhiyun's speech was a bit muffled. When he was in the office, he thought it was too hot to wear a school uniform jacket, so he took it off. Then he caught cold again, and now his head started to hurt a little.

It was the first time for the little fat man to hear Su Zhiyun speak, and he was flattered.

"Then why don't you go to the infirmary?"

"No need." Su Zhiyun lowered his head, buried it in the crook of his arms and closed his eyes: "Just sleep for a while."

The second class this afternoon is physical education. The physical education teacher has a class next week, so he changed classes with the physics teacher. Although it was only a class change, everyone was still relieved that they could skip the physics class.

The events are still those, 1000 meters, volleyball, pull-ups, in preparation for the upcoming senior high school entrance examination.

Su Zhiyun was called out by the little fat man while he was in a daze, and walked lightly to the playground.

He realized that he seemed to be burning a little more than he thought.

When he officially started running, he felt a little nauseous.

The distance of 1000 meters seems to never reach the end.

The shadows in front of my eyes were blurry, and the mist was heavy.

After crossing the finish line, Su Zhiyun suddenly felt a tumbling sensation in his stomach, he felt the world spinning, and his eyes went dark.

Not painful and not hard.

Su Zhiyun felt as if he had been poured into a piece of cotton, but there was an overwhelming green lemon aroma.

Cure his illness and save his life.

When Su Zhiyun opened his eyes again, it was already dusk, and he saw a majestic golden expanse outside the window.

He was taken to the infirmary.

The doctor opened the curtain and walked in, reaching out and touching Su Zhiyun's forehead.

"The fever has subsided."

The doctor smelled only of disinfectant.

It's cold and unpopular.

Her hand was just the opposite, it was soft and warm, and when it touched Su Zhiyun's skin, he couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Be careful in the future. If you are sick, you can directly report to the teacher. Why do you have to support yourself?"

Su Zhiyun sat on the bed, took small sips of the hot water handed over by the doctor, and lowered his eyes.

"I don't want to talk."

The doctor didn't ask much.

"Why do you have such long hair?"

"I like long hair."

Answer short and to the point.

The doctor smiled slightly, his eyes curled up.

"But wouldn't it be uncomfortable to have such long hair? It's going to cover your eyes."

Su Zhiyun stopped talking.

The doctor took out a bunch of rubber bands from the drawer and asked Su Zhiyun to choose one.

Su Zhiyun picked the simplest one, the black one.

The doctor helped to tie up Su Zhiyun's bangs. She looked at it and smiled again.

"suitable for you."

Su Zhiyun touched the braid she had tied for himself, but said nothing.

"You are so white."

Su Zhiyun was stunned.

So the doctor said: "The face is very red."

The author says:

Innocent pervert.