After exiting the infinite escape game

In this dungeon, Si Ying has a withdrawn personality. He sits alone in the corner of the last row of the classroom. He has no deskmate and stands alone. There are no learning materials, books and papers on his desk. It looks like ?It doesn't look like a senior high school student who is about to take the college entrance examination.

Lian Cijin walked to Si Ying's table before the evening repair officially started, trying to say hello to his only acquaintance, and when he got closer, he found that Si Ying was lying on the bed Draw pictures on the table.

Si Ying hangs his head, under his long? long? bangs, there are black and thick slender eyelashes like crow feathers. His slender fingers are holding short crayons, and they are constantly scribbling and coloring on the white paper , His desktop and drawers are full of drawing papers, some of them look decent, some of them look like meaningless lines.

"Si...Qi Yun, do you have any more pants? Can you lend them to me?" Lian Cijin smiled slightly at Si Ying.

However, Si Ying continued to draw graffiti on the table as if he didn't hear anything.

Before Lian Cijin could continue to ask, a classmate sitting in the front row turned his head and laughed unabashedly: "You talk to this? Idiot? Does he? Can you hear? Do you understand? Hahahaha, this ? Fool? Doodling all day long, thinking he is some kind of great artist!"

This? This person is the yellow-haired person next to Jin Haozhi just now. He squinted at Lian Cijin, and taunted him in a strange way: "University bully, as the second-to-last in our class? Annoying person, you want to be with us now." Is the last person in the class who hates an alliance? Hahaha, lunatics? And fools? They really should be good friends!"

Lian Cijin wasn't angry. He looked at the failed papers that had just been handed out on the yellow-haired table, and smiled faintly: "A fool? It's better than a mental retardation. I'd rather be friends with a fool than a mental retardation."

Huang Mao immediately became angry: "How dare you scold me? Mentally retarded? Don't leave after you have the ability to study late!"

Lian Cijin nodded: "Okay, see you at the back door of the school after the evening class, do you dare to come?"

Huang Mao turned around and kicked Si Ying's table violently: "My mother will definitely come, I'm afraid you won't dare to come!"

Although the table shook violently, Si Ying remained unmoved, and continued to draw seriously, quite deaf to what was going on outside the window, but a few crayons on the table rolled and fell to the ground. He was about to Changed to another color of crayon, but found that the crayon was gone, so I frowned slightly.

Seeing this, Lian Cijin bent down and picked up the crayons, and while returning them to Si Ying, he boasted casually: "Mondrian's style is very good, obviously they don't understand."

Huang Mao continued to sneer: "I still have the Mona Lisa, do you think he is Picasso?"

Lian Cijin chuckled: "You know? It's not easy to know Picasso."

Huang Mao was angry again: "What do you mean? You really think I'm mentally retarded! Don't look at my low grades, it's just that I didn't bother to study! If I study hard, how can there be such a kind of you who only memorize by rote A rote nerd? What's the matter! You? A nerd? Do you have other skills besides rote memorization? Do you really think you're the second in the grade? It's amazing!"

Lian Cijin laughed: "Second in grade? It's really great. At least I can choose from the top ten institutions of higher learning, but you can only worry about which pheasant school to listen to? Go to? Not so pheasant, not even pheasant want you."

Huang Mao was obviously guilty for a few seconds, but soon he laughed confidently again: "Is it great to go to college? I will go to work after graduating from high school. Maybe I will be the boss when I graduate from a prestigious school. Come and work for me!"

Lian Cijin continued to smile: "If it is Jin Haozhi, there is indeed such a possibility. If he does not study hard, he may become a small boss in the future, but your family background is very different from his. Why do you think you are Can you be like them? Because you are their good brother? Adults can be sold as good brothers in the world, let alone you now, you treat him as a big brother..."

He? lowered his voice, and leaned close to Huangmao's ear: "but he? only treats you like a dog."

Huang Mao's eyes widened and his nostrils enlarged, as if his world view had been hit by an unprecedented impact. Just when his brain froze when he wanted to refute but didn't know how to refute, the bell of late repair suddenly rang. Also stepped on the spot and walked into the classroom.

Lian Cijin lazily stood up straight, but suddenly found that Si Ying glanced at him, but soon, Si Ying withdrew his gaze again, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and continued to scribble on the drawing paper.

"Why don't you go back to your seat?" The teacher in charge frowned when he saw Lian Cijin, who was the only one standing in the classroom.

Lian Cijin shrugged and was about to reply, but Zhuang Heao suddenly stood up and said softly, "Report to the teacher, student Lian Cijin's pants? Accidentally got wet. He? Looking for someone to borrow his pants... ...I happen to have an extra pair of trousers here? I can lend them to him."

As soon as he saw Zhuang Heao, the head teacher's tone suddenly softened, and even his attitude towards Lian Cijin became much better: "In that case, why don't you change into Zhuang's pants? Why don't you hurry up and thank Zhuang?"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lian Cijin followed Zhuang Heao with his hands in his pockets to the utility room at the end of the classroom. Zhuang Heao opened his locker and took out a brand new pair of school uniform pants.

"I've already said that classmate Qi Yun won't talk to you. He? Has autism. I heard? He? Even his? Mom doesn't care much. He's immersed in his own world all day. He? Teacher Li and classmates never do their homework, and they never write papers for exams?"

Lian Cijin took off his wet pants and asked, "Then why does he still go to a school for normal people?"

Zhuang Heao's eyes fell on Lian Cijin's legs. Lian Cijin's current appearance is still his original appearance, but younger and immature, and his height and figure have also become the boy version. A pair of long legs White and straight, the legs are slender and well-proportioned than the thick and dark legs of most boys of the same age, and more voluptuous and plump than the thin, thin legs of most girls of the same age.

Just when Lian Cijin was careless? Concentrating on putting on his pants? The system suddenly went online——

"The progress bar is moving! The progress of the slag attack strategy is 0, and after going around and going around, it finally returned to the original point! Let's see what Zhuang Heao is thinking? - It must be good to hug such beautiful legs @ #￥%... I really want to break this? Both legs are broken... This system has? Automatically blocked discordant words! This time, the slag Gong is really young? There is also a seven-point pervert in it!"

Lian Cijin: "..."

He speeded up his trousers with a deadpan expression.

Zhuang Heao obviously didn't know about Lian Cijin's mental activities at this time, and continued Qi Yun's topic: "I heard? It's because his? mother wanted him to grow up like a normal child. She thought Qi Yun Yun's IQ is not lower than that of other children, he is just immersed in his own world."

After Lian Cijin changed his trousers, he calmly thanked Zhuang Heao for lending his trousers, and then prepared to go back to the classroom: "Tomorrow I will wash the trousers and return them to you."

Zhuang Heao smiled and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't wash it."

If it was before, Lian Cijin would only think that Zhuang Heao was pretending to be polite with him, but now he only thinks that Zhuang Heao is acting abnormal, so he couldn't help but look at Zhuang Heao with a half-smile: "This? This is not very good, right? You must have a cleanliness."

Zhuang Heao was a little surprised: "How did you know? I should have been very restrained."

Lian Cijin pointed to his eyes: "Of course I can see it. In addition to cleanliness, you have a little obsessive-compulsive disorder, right? If that's the case, there's no need to hide yourself in order to play a perfect student, pants? I'll wash them clean, As for how to deal with it is your own business, even if I lose it, I will pretend not to know? "

Zhuang Heao smiled and said, "Student Lian Cijin, you seem to be a little different."

Lian Cijin shrugged and didn't say anything. He bypassed Zhuang Heao and returned to his seat. As the second grader, he sat in the last row of the classroom like Qi Yun, the only one who was stronger than Qi Yun. It's because they have a deskmate, but their deskmate can tell at a glance that they are also the kind of unwelcome students.

Their deskmate is a little fat man, and the papers spread out on the table are almost all red crosses, so he doesn't look very smart. Seeing him, the little fat man came back and turned his head with a naive face He asked anxiously: "Lian Shen, why is our answer obviously long? The answer is almost the same, but you are right and I am wrong?"

Lian Cijin glanced at the name "Zhu Shou" on the test paper from the fat man from a young age to the answer he was pointing at, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly: "Looks about the same?"

Zhu Shou scratched his head: "I am 8 vertically, and you are 8 horizontally... Isn't it similar?"

Lian Cijin glanced at Xiao? Fatty? with a smile that was not a smile: "Student, you must be the bottom one in your grade, right?"

Little? Fatty? Suddenly a little angry: "That's not it! I am obviously... the second to last?! The last is Qi Yun!"

Lian Cijin nodded, expressing his understanding: "So that's the case, then it's no wonder that the second in grade? and the second to last in grade? It's reasonable to sit together."

The little fat man was ashamed and angry. He snorted, then lowered his voice and said to Lian Cijin, "This is unreasonable! Our school has always had good students sitting with good students. Look at Zhuang God, he? But sitting with the third in grade! You are obviously the second in grade, but you sit with me, the second to last in grade? The teacher is so unfair!"

Lian Cijin had already noticed that for a good student like him in the second grade, the head teacher not only did not treat him as a treasure, but also had a cold and distant attitude just now, and he guessed that the teacher could not I don't know that they were bullied by Jin Haozhi and others, but they didn't deal with it and just sat by. Besides Jin Haozhi's family has money, is there any other reason behind this? It's a bit intriguing.

"Let me ask you, do I usually have a mobile phone?" Lian Cijin arranged the test papers and homework books on the table as a cover, then turned to ask the little fat man, he didn't find the mobile phone on his body or in his schoolbag, This? It's a bit embarrassing.

The little fat man was very blunt: "Your family is poor and you can't afford a mobile phone."

Lian Cijin: "..." Alas, the beginning of everything is difficult.

Just when he was wondering where to get a mobile phone and a computer, the little fat man scratched his head with a naive face: "I have a mobile phone, but why do you need a mobile phone?"

Lian Cijin said: "Borrow and use."

Little? Fatty? After hesitating for a moment, he quietly handed the phone to Lian Cijin from the drawer: "Do you want to play games? What about homework?"

Lian Cijin smiled: "You write quickly, I will copy yours."

The penultimate second in the grade who wants to copy the homework for the second grader is instantly stressed.

Lian Cijin quickly used the little fat man's cell phone to find their school's campus forum and the social accounts of most of his classmates. I probably understand-

Although the previous Lian Cijin had good grades, but he was introverted and not good at speaking. Naturally, he couldn't compare with Zhuang Heao, who had excellent grades and was sunny and handsome. However, the two often competed for the first place in the grade. What is Lian Cijin? After winning Zhuang Heao's heart once, the girls in the class gradually began to hate him, and even believed that he stole the No.1 that belonged to Zhuang Heao, and these? The instigation of the people around them followed suit. Although the girls were isolated on a small scale at the beginning, the boys also joined in later, and finally formed a large-scale exclusion and targeting, especially in the few classes headed by Jin Haozhi. The bastard? He even made it a routine to bully Lian Cijin.

These students wantonly ridiculed Lian Cijin on their social accounts, saying that his usual dress is ugly and ugly, that he wears the same pair of shoes 360 days a year, and that he stole Zhuang Heao's grade before. The number one throne must have been some kind of trick. Some people even said that they had already reported Lian Cijin to the school for cheating in the exam—although Lian Cijin had no problems in the subsequent spot checks, but this? People don't think that Lian Cijin really didn't cheat, on the contrary? He thinks that the teacher who randomly checked whether Lian Cijin cheated is partial to him?.

"That stinky old man usually likes Lian Cijin very much. How can there be a teacher who likes him? That guy is weird and poor. He has nothing to do except reading. Hear? He steals other people's leftovers in the canteen! My God, this It's too disgusting! It's like a rat in the gutter! A teacher who favors this kind of student is not worthy of being our teacher! I've already reported him to the school!"

"Haha! That stinky old man was fired, and Lian Cijin will be next! Such a person staying in our class will affect the image of the class too much! Compared with him, Jin Haozhi is much more pleasing to the eye! He should be expelled earlier !"

Lian Cijin couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he saw this. He checked the account associated with this account, and found that this account was the junior of a girl named Qin Chunchun in their class. No, this doesn't seem to be anything special, but what's special is that this Qin Chunchun is the class flower of their class, and seems to be the school flower of their school, and at the same time, the fourth grader sitting with Zhuang Heao three.

Qin Chunchun's social tuba is the exact opposite of her small? Lyrics and verses, of course, all kinds of fresh and beautiful selfies are indispensable. Unlike her small number of single-digit fans, her big size has many fans, and many classmates or students from the same school leave messages below, Just like a little? Internet celebrity.

Lian Cijin followed Qin Chunchun's attention and found Zhuang Heao's social account. Compared with Qin Chunchun, Zhuang Heao's social account is relatively cold, and the things he posts are also very high-end, playing golf, equestrianism, fencing, diving... He? There are also many fans, and the comments and likes are comparable to little stars.

Zhuang He'ao's texts are relatively stream-of-consciousness, most of the words are specious, and there is almost no content that reveals personal emotions. This is obviously a masked person who does not reveal his emotions and perfectly conceals himself at all times.

They checked to see if Zhuang Heao was related to the account, but they couldn't find it, which surprised them, because generally speaking, people with this kind of perfect mask would have a private vent The mouth is like Qin Chunchun's trumpet.

Lian Cijin didn't find Zhuang Heao's account, so he hacked directly into Zhuang Heao's account. Zhuang Heao's backstage received thousands of private messages, most of which were confessions of the opposite sex, mixed with a small number of homosexuals Of course, most of them came from diss of the same sex out of envy, jealousy and hatred, but these private messages Zhuang He Ao Tongtong did not reply, and even the date request sent by the beautiful little Internet celebrity, he also did not reply .

Lian Cijin didn't quite believe that Zhuang Heao was so upright, so he sent Zhuang Heao a text message loaded with a Trojan horse through the cell phone of the little? He can start monitoring Zhuang Heao's cell phone.

While waiting for Zhuang Heao to turn on his mobile phone, Lian Cijin hacked into the school's surveillance system by the way, and found some surveillance records related to the original Lian Cijin with a small program he wrote himself. Surveillance records overwrote the clips, and they also recovered them.

Soon, they saw the surveillance record of Lian Cijin being bullied by Jin Haozhi last week. Jin Haozhi and his younger brothers took advantage of the fact that there were not many people in the lunch break class, and blocked Lian Cijin in the classroom. There was punching and kicking in the corner.

Lian Cijin was beaten to the ground, hugging his head and begging for mercy. He looked very pitiful, but Jin Haozhi and others not only stopped, but kicked and kicked more vigorously. At this moment, Zhuang Heao walked into the classroom.

Zhuang Heao seemed to have seen the scene in front of him, but he didn't seem to see it. He walked over without looking aside, returned to his seat and sat down.

Jin Haozhi and the others took a look at Zhuang Heao, and saw that he, the president of the student union, didn't mean to meddle in other people's business, so they continued to turn their heads and vent violence at Lian Cijin until they were tired , and then left the classroom laughing and slapsticking shoulder to shoulder.

Lian Cijin squatted on the ground with his head bowed and shivering, his whole body was dirty, while Zhuang Heao who was not far away was slowly flipping through a thick original book, his body was spotless.

Seeing this, Lian Cijin couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly. He watched a few more surveillance videos, and gradually realized that Zhuang Heao was not so "cold" from the beginning. On the contrary, Zhuang Heao just now When he transferred to another school, he smiled at all his classmates including Lian Cijin, but gradually, Zhuang Heao began to treat Lian Cijin coldly.

He looked through the monitor and found that Zhuang Heao's attitude towards Lian Cijin basically changed after that exam. Lian Cijin usually got good grades, but he was always a little worse than Zhuang Heao. In other words, there is still a gap between their vision and educational resources. Compared with Zhuang Heao, who speaks fluent English with a British accent, Lian Cijin's English scores who can only write but not speak are always a little bit worse. Every time he took the exam, he basically maintained his position as the second child in ten thousand years. The only time he turned against the wind was the last final exam.

Although Lian Cijin beat Zhuang Heao for the first time in the final exam last time, the No.1 throne was quickly regained by Zhuang Heao again. They only won against Zhuang Heao once, but because of that one time, Zhuang Heao's attitude towards them began to change.

Lian Cijin noticed that the change of attitude towards Lian Cijin among other people in the class actually started after that exam. Could this be a coincidence?

——This? Of course it can't be a coincidence.

At this moment, Lian Cijin discovered that Zhuang Heao had finally turned on the phone, so he immediately hacked into Zhuang Heao's phone. Of course, Zhuang Heao who was opening the phone would not notice.

They saw that Zhuang Heao was checking a text message, so he also took a look at it by the way—it was a text message sent by Qin Chunchun, a confession text message.

"He Ao, can I call you this? I know you never read the private messages in the background, but in fact I send you a private message every day. I didn't want to take the initiative to pierce this layer of window paper, but immediately It’s about to take the college entrance examination, so it’s too late if I don’t say anything… But you can feel it too, right? I’ve always liked you.”

Lian Cijin frowned, and looked up at Zhuang Heao and Qin Chunchun who were sitting in the first row. Qin Chunchun lowered his head deeply, and put one hand in the drawer. His ears turned red slightly.

Even though they were sitting together, they still had to use their mobile phone to send text messages to confess their love...

After a while, he? saw? Zhuang Heao's reply: "Sorry, I'm all focused on the college entrance examination now, maybe I can't reply to your heart? No matter what, we can wait until after the college entrance examination, okay?"

It was a sincere refusal, keeping a glimmer of possibility for the future. Qin Chunchun was a little disappointed, but not disappointed. She typed for a long time with a blushing face, and sent Zhuang Heao a long?long?text message, but this time Zhuang Heao didn't reply.

Lian Cijin looked through Zhuang Heao's other text messages, and found that they were all ordinary and nothing special, so he looked through Zhuang Heao's browser search records and web purchase records. —

"How to help someone get an abortion?"

"How to abort when the fetus is already formed?"

"Production Pliers"

Lian Cijin switched back to Zhuang Heao's text message interface again, this time he chose to restore Zhuang Heao's deleted text messages, and soon, they found a text message that Zhuang Heao deleted last month - "Heao , I'm pregnant...what should I do?"

This text message obviously came from a girl.

Zhuang Heao only replied with two words: "Kill it."

The girl's tone was very excited: "But I'm so scared! I dare not go to the hospital! What will the doctors think of me? I dare not tell my parents! They will definitely beat me and scold me!"

After more than an hour, Zhuang Heao replied: "You are afraid of going to the hospital, so I will do it myself. I just bought tools. Where are you now?"

The girl was obviously frightened, and there were a lot of typos in the text message: "Don't do this! You are so weird! I'm so scared! Don't come to me!"

After half an hour, Zhuang Heao replied: "I am outside the door, you open the door."

There was no reply from the other side.

Lian Cijin: "..."

... It seems that he accidentally broke some terrible secret.