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Yu Qiuliang opened his eyes in a daze, and found that he had just slept on his stomach, and his eyes were covered. Now his eyes are blurred, as if covered with a layer of frosted glass, and everything he sees is jagged or rough, even the podium. The standing math teacher also has fluff on his face.The math teacher was tall. Yu Qiuliang looked at him and then at the ceiling, always worried that once he straightened his back, the top of his head would come into intimate contact with the roof.

However, no matter how high the math teacher is, it is impossible to be so high.Yu Qiuliang rubbed his eyes again, then blinked vigorously, trying to make his vision clearer, but it didn't help.

Glancing to the side, Song Ciran was listening to the class seriously, and the notebook spread out on the desktop was already filled with a large area.Seeing those miscellaneous strange symbols, Yu Qiuliang had a headache. God knows how much he hates mathematics. Song Ciran can listen to such anti-human things with great interest.Song Ciran is really not a human being. Those who are good at mathematics are not human beings. They are all mysterious creatures traveling to Earth from outer space.

Sensing Yu Qiuliang's gaze, Song Ciran tilted his head, smiled and scratched the waist of his deskmate.Yu Qiuliang was afraid that the math teacher would see Song Ciran making small moves underneath and turn on the mocking mode again, so he frowned and avoided the other party's hand.But Song Ciran persevered, seeing Yu Qiuliang trying to hide, he reached out to pinch his thigh, Yu Qiuliang took a breath, grabbed a piece of flesh on the back of Song Ciran's hand, and twisted it hard.

Song Ciran's facial expression suddenly became very exciting.But the math teacher was solving a difficult problem on the podium, he was ashamed to be as presumptuous as he was in English class, so he grinned silently and shook off Yu Qiuliang's claws.

Yu Qiuliang was too lazy to make a fuss with him, seeing that he didn't want to play any more, he let go of his hand directly.Song Ciran ran away from him holding the notebook all of a sudden, like a good woman who shunned bandits and bullies.He was always startled, but Yu Qiuliang had already gotten used to it, and when he finished taking notes for this class, he would definitely return to his humble appearance at the beginning.

This afternoon's class is very boring, so boring that it makes people want to sleep.The homeroom teacher was on duty for evening self-study, but during these afternoon classes, he never came to the class once, so Yu Qiuliang slept very peacefully, from the first class until dinner time, he was not woken up .

Normally, Yu Qiuliang would not be able to sleep for so long. The reason why he was able to sleep like a dead pig today was because he stayed up late last night to do his math homework.Thinking of the horrible incident he personally experienced last night, Yu Qiuliang felt disheveled.To be honest, he would rather copy all the Chinese documents in the three years of high school without sleep, than do a math problem with a pen.

Even multiple-choice questions can make him sick to the point of vomiting.

Yu Xiasheng, who killed a thousand knives, must have taken money from his uncle, so he stared at him closely, urging him to do his homework without a moment's relaxation.

Song Ciran didn't feel how angry his deskmate was at the moment. He was naturally dull, and if he didn't say something directly, he would never be able to guess it for a lifetime with his pig head alone.Yu Qiuliang glanced at Song Ciran, wondering if he should tell him yesterday's experience as a story, just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard him shout: "Why is your face so pale today?"

It is said that after a person dies, the face of the corpse is pale and lifeless.Yu Qiuliang was taken aback, and raised his hands to cover his face, for fear of being seen by others.

This action fell into Song Ciran's eyes, but it seemed that he was playing his temper.Song Ciran only thought that something bad happened to his friend yesterday, so he stretched out his hand and wanted to hug him as a comfort, but Yu Qiuliang was shocked and pushed his hand away. The expression on his face was like seeing someone It's like a ghost.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Ciran felt aggrieved, "What did I do?"

"No..." Yu Qiuliang opened his mouth, but finally said nothing, "It's not your problem."

He should never have left Song Ciran and ran away by himself yesterday. If he had walked with Song Ciran instead of going to the river alone, maybe after he suddenly fainted, Song Ciran could still take some responsibility and help He called an ambulance and took him to the hospital.Thinking of this, Yu Qiuliang sighed.Now he finally understands why some people want to buy regret medicine. Some things are indeed beyond regret.It would have been nice if he had died in the hospital yesterday, then he would have died very simply, he would not have met Lu Huaiming before he died, and he would not have been sent back by Yu Xiasheng after he died, and he would have been forced to write math problems all night .

Speaking of Yu Xiasheng, Yu Qiuliang frowned even tighter.Until now, his understanding of Yu Xiasheng was limited to this name, and he didn't know anything about Yu Xiasheng's real identity, as well as the date of birth and death.Lu Huaiming must know Yu Xiasheng better than him, but now he doesn't know how to find Lu Huaiming. Does he have to run to that river again to see his dead uncle?

Maybe he was silent for too long, even Song Ciran, who was always carefree, could see that something was wrong with him.Song Ciran cautiously stretched out his hand to touch Yu Qiuliang's forehead, the latter moved slightly, and seemed to want to hide, but finally closed his eyes and froze in place.

Yu Qiuliang didn't have a fever, on the contrary, his forehead was cooler than before.Song Ciran coughed, and didn't know what to say, so he could only say dryly: "The temperature has dropped recently, you should wear thicker clothes and keep warm."

"..."

He said this like an old lady.Yu Qiuliang felt a sense of disobedience, stared at him for a while, and finally let out a sigh of relief: "Understood, thank you."

Looking at this distraught appearance, he must have been sucked away by some vixen.Song Ciran squinted his eyes, as if he smelled gossip from his friend.Yu Qiuliang once told him that he would never fall in love or get married in this life. At that time, Song Ciran thought this was incredible, and even laughed at the other party for liking to set up flags randomly. Now it seems that Yu Qiuliang, who does not eat the fireworks of the world, has also fallen.

But whether he believed it or not, Yu Qiuliang really just had a stomachache because of yesterday's math homework, and there was no other reason.

Some people would rather die than abandon justice; some people would rather die than violate morality; and some people would rather die than learn mathematics.

Yu Qiuliang is the last kind of person, and he is very likely to be the only such extreme person in the whole world.

Fuck math, f*ck high school.Yu Qiuliang turned his face away, and his clear sight didn't make him feel much better. When he saw the bright "Thursday" on the blackboard, his whole face almost turned black.

Although he already knew that today was Thursday and that the head teacher was on duty for evening self-study, but knowing in advance didn't mean he was willing to accept it.He hopes that there will be no Thursdays every week, so that he can happily skip class every night for self-study without worrying about being discovered.It's a pity that time is ruthless and ungrateful. No matter how much people resist in their hearts, the day that should come will eventually come. It's like those who don't want to die have to die.

Ah, that's what I said, but why, even those who want to die can't die?

Could it be that deep in his heart, there is still a faint hope pulling him, making him live in a daze?

What's the point of being alive?Yu Qiuliang took a sip of Coke, and the sweet and spicy liquid flowed all the way down his throat. The coldness that had not completely dissipated made him shiver.However, when he reflexively raised his hand to touch his neck, he suddenly remembered that he was already dead, so he couldn't feel the heat or cold.

That's good, to save him from being forced to wrap up in a thick cotton jacket in winter.

Yu Qiuliang was very thirsty, he raised his head and drank up his drink.The can was slowly twisted in his hands, and finally turned into a flat piece, and the circles at both ends of the flat piece stood stubbornly, like the bones of a strong man who would not bend.It seems that even the cans have a bit of backbone, but as for him himself, he doesn't have much backbone.

Stiffness cannot be eaten, and there is no need to be too hard to live.It is not impossible to act appropriately and deal with the problem.

"Yu Qiuliang." The class teacher called him outside, "Come out for a while."

After saying this, the head teacher turned around and disappeared into the darkness in the corridor.Yu Qiuliang spread his hands to Song Ciran, he understood that the teacher in charge wanted to ask him something, it was nothing more than why he skipped class last night during self-study.

But unexpectedly, the class teacher did not ask him this question.He approached Yu Qiuliang for the politics class in the morning.

Yu Qiuliang's class is like a huge delivery room. Almost every young female teacher, halfway through teaching their class, will suddenly get married and become pregnant, and then go on maternity leave.The ones who took their place to teach were of course substitute teachers temporarily transferred from another class. Now not only the English teacher has changed in their class, but also the political teacher has also changed.Yu Qiuliang didn't like these two substitutes very much. He felt that the two of them really had too much shit, and they targeted him inexplicably.The ghost knows what outrageous things he has done in ordinary times, which made them dislike him.

Obviously the English grades and political grades are very good.

Isn't high school classroom a dispensable thing?For high school courses, as long as the test scores are high enough, isn't it all right?

In the political class in the morning, Yu Qiuliang didn't remember what bad things he did.However, his memory is good enough, as long as he recalls more, he can clearly remember the scene at that time.

Oh, it's the phone again.Yu Qiuliang thought indifferently.

At that time, he was found by his political teacher when he was looking at his mobile phone. The teacher asked him to take the initiative to go to the class teacher and hand in the mobile phone by himself.How could he do such a thing as handing over the mobile phone?How could he go to the head teacher's office?So he flatly rejected the political teacher, and told him bluntly that he didn't want to go.

It is estimated that when she heard this sentence, she turned around and complained to the head teacher.It seems that people of every age group will have the problem of complaining.

A shy smile suddenly appeared on Yu Qiuliang's face: "It's true that I didn't play with my mobile phone. I used to pass mobile phones to my classmates in politics class. Maybe because of this, the teacher had some opinions on me, but today I I really didn't play with my phone in the morning. Maybe after that incident, she looked at everything in my table and thought it was a mobile phone."

Despite the contempt implied in his words, the expression on his face is impeccable, every humility, every innocence, is so well disguised that people can't tell the truth from the fake.After staring at Yu Qiuliang for a long time, the smile on his face did not change, so the head teacher had to sigh heavily, and repeatedly warned him to concentrate on his studies, then went back to the office and continued to read the papers that he had just finished yesterday.

Probably being a class teacher is also very tiring.Yu Qiuliang turned around and shrugged at the slowly closing office door.I hope that every responsible and good teacher will not encounter such a nasty bad student like him, who has serious problems from thinking to behavior.

Who likes bad students?

No one likes bad students.

No one likes it, that's for the best.

The smile on his face disappeared suddenly, Yu Qiuliang licked his lips, there was still a little sweetness of the drink on it.It is said that drinking too much carbonated drinks can lead to osteoporosis, but I don't know if this is true or not.

He is getting thirsty.Although cola is sweet, it can't quench your thirst, and it is also suspected of causing osteoporosis. Therefore, in order to quench your thirst and prevent future osteoporosis, it is best not to drink cola starting tomorrow.

Yu Qiuliang stretched his waist and slowly walked into the classroom.Behind him, a white figure flashed past.

The red light of the camera flickered in the unlit corridor, like a lonely red eye.It doesn't know who is spying on everything that happened here, but it is not omnipotent, there are always some things that cannot be captured by it.

That white shadow is invisible to people.Everyone only knew that the window at the end of the corridor was not closed properly, and a cool breeze suddenly blew in.

Wind has no form, wind has no substance.No matter how advanced the technology is, it is difficult for the wind to leave a shadow in the video.Therefore, the white shadow passing by like the wind just disappeared at the end of the corridor, as if it had never appeared here before.

"That old woman, report me to the teacher in charge." With displeasure written all over her face, Yu Qiuliang pulled out the chair with a clang and leaned back on it.

Song Ciran got up and closed the door and window, rubbed his stiff hands, and went to answer Yu Qiuliang's words: "What do you think they are trying to do? It's not good for them if we get criticized."

"Are you stupid? If we do well in the college entrance examination, they might get a bonus." After Yu Qiuliang finished speaking, he thought about it and added a few words, "Of course, I'm not sure if the substitute teacher will get a bonus. Maybe They're just meddling with rats and making trouble for anyone who doesn't like it."

Song Ciran heard the words "Damn", and Yu Qiuliang heard him whispering: "No...it's as if we can be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University just by attending lectures...I'm not interested in attending lectures, and I can't do anything else ?”

"At the end of the monthly exam last time, I played with my mobile phone in my evening self-study, but I was arrested by the vice principal." Yu Qiuliang said, "I think she is very talkative, you can tell her your suggestion."

If you really tell the school leaders what you said, wouldn't you be looking for your own death and digging your own grave?Of course, it is impossible for Song Ci to do such a thing of lifting a rock and smashing his feet.He understood that Yu Qiuliang was mocking him again, and he didn't know why this man was born with a sharp tongue. Eight out of ten sentences out of his mouth could be irritating, but what he said was very reasonable.

The evening self-study on Thursday is destined to be lifeless.Yu Qiuliang raised his eyes and peeked at the head teacher sitting on the podium. The lid of the laptop was turned up to block the head teacher's face and also cut off his sight.

At this moment, there is a blind spot under the table.Yu Qiuliang was very sure that even if he took out his phone and turned the screen to the brightest, the head teacher would not notice anything unusual in the last row.He thought that the essay papers for yesterday's test must have been judged, and the head teacher is probably in the process of registering the grades. After the grades are registered, he will have to check them again. During this period of time, it doesn't matter if the students below do whatever they want.

It's like this, it doesn't matter if you do any small tricks, anyway, the head teacher can't see it.

As long as the teacher can't see it, it can be regarded as the student has not done it.Yu Qiuliang grinned, not knowing what it was that made him feel so funny.

Many people were secretly playing with their mobile phones under the table while the teacher was not paying attention.In fact, Yu Qiuliang's interest in mobile phones has gradually faded.Nowadays, the mobile phone is nothing more than a communication tool for him. Sometimes it may be used to listen to music, but most of the time, its screen is usually turned off.

Still books are more interesting.

Yu Qiuliang took out a book and a thick notebook from the table.

If the math teacher saw that his reading notes were so thick, he would probably be so angry.If Yu Qiuliang treated mathematics with half a love for literature and history, then he would never worry about partial subjects.

Unfortunately, there are no "ifs" in this world.It is impossible for Yu Qiuliang to like high school mathematics in this life.

For the next two classes, the homeroom teacher kept staring at the computer screen, and Yu Qiuliang kept staring at the book.The two of them were so engrossed in their respective tasks that neither looked up.

Song Ciran inadvertently caught a glimpse of what book Yu Qiuliang was reading.

It was a book that high school students seldom read.

It turned out to be Clausewitz's "On War".

Then I bent down to look at Qiuliang's table, and there were still layers of "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and a 14-year history of the Chinese Anti-Japanese War.

What are you doing every day?Song Ciran was a little dazed.He felt that there was a future war criminal hiding beside him, and he was afraid that he would be able to see the trial of his high school buddies by the judges in the international court next year.

"What are you looking at? Are you sick?" Yu Qiuliang squinted and kicked him under the table.

Song Ciran is wearing white shoes today, which are not resistant to dirt, and any stains on them are very conspicuous.As soon as Yu Qiuliang moved, he was startled, his legs were pulled out from under the table, his waist twisted, and he moved his legs to the other side as if dancing.Yu Qiuliang frowned, lowered his voice and cursed: "How can you be so coquettish."

"Can you speak better?" Song Ciran bent down to look at his feet, and after making sure that there were no footprints left on the shoe, he straightened up with confidence.

Yu Qiuliang ignored him and squinted to look at the watch on the wall.It's almost time to leave school, it's time to pack your schoolbags and get ready to go home, take a shower and go to sleep.

However, when the school bell rang, few people in the classroom got up.Yu Qiuliang sneered in the last row. He knew what these people were thinking. Today is the head teacher's evening self-study, so of course they have to pretend to love learning.Now the teacher is still sitting on the other side of the podium, and has no intention of leaving. Since the teacher does not leave, it is even more impossible for the students to leave. They must walk behind the teacher.

Desperate for face, crazy.

Yu Qiuliang got up straight away, carrying his schoolbag on one shoulder, and went out.The head teacher didn't look at him, maybe he didn't pay attention.Song Ciran turned over the table, dug out his beloved water bottle from a pile of textbooks, and followed Yu Qiuliang.

At the junction of the first and second floors of the teaching building, a large mirror was placed.Yu Qiuliang had to pass in front of it every night after school, and had to bypass the female students who were grooming in front of it.Tonight, the front of this mirror was more empty than usual, only a girl in a white skirt stood there combing her hair.

She is tall, with straight and long legs, but she can't see her face, so she doesn't know what type she is.Yu Qiuliang glanced at her, stood still not far behind her, looked back at Song Ciran who was behind her, and raised his voice and asked, "Can't you walk faster?"

"No one came out, just the two of us, what are you doing in such a hurry? I don't think the guards have opened the school gate yet." Song Ciran replied on the platform on the second and a half floors. His shoelaces were untied, and Yu Qiuliang saw him bending over. Lace up your waist.

"Who said there was no one? Isn't this..." Yu Qiuliang choked when he said this.He looked down at his clothes. Although the trouser legs had been changed and the top of the school uniform had been changed, it was still a school uniform overall.

This is high school, high school in mid-October in the north.

The temperature had begun to drop, and it was freezing cold at night.What kind of girl must be to wear a knee-length white skirt at this time?

Yu Qiuliang turned his head abruptly, facing a pale face.

Dark eyes, pale skin, crimson lips.

"Student, can you see me?" she asked.

Song Ciran tied up his shoelaces, ran down in two or three steps, grabbed Yu Qiuliang's shoulders, and was about to go downstairs.Yu Qiuliang's hairs stood on end, he grabbed Song Ciran with his backhand and ran out, Song Ciran yelled "Oh" and said, "No one, no one, why are you running?"

"Shut up!" Yu Qiuliang was about to go crazy with fright, he clearly saw a woman, why couldn't Song Ciran see it?Was it because he died once that his physique changed subtly?

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared outside the school gate.

It was the mysterious Yu Xiasheng.

Last night, Yu Qiuliang thought that the guy who forced him to write math problems was a devil, but at this moment, he actually felt that Yu Xiasheng was his only life-saving magic weapon.He pulled Song Ciran and stumbled to Yu Xiasheng, just about to tell him that there was a ghost chasing him, but when Fang turned around, he was surprised to find that the female ghost had disappeared.

It turns out that ghost is afraid of this guy.

"Hey, are you poisonous? There is no one here, why are you running?" Song Ciran took a breath, looked up and saw a young man he didn't know, and said suspiciously, "This is..."

"My brother." Yu Qiuliang pursed his lips, planning to make up a lie to fool people.He fixed his eyes on Yu Xiasheng, and his hands had already grasped Yu Xiasheng's sleeve first.What a joke, he doesn't want to be haunted by a female ghost, even if Yu Xiasheng in front of him is a monster that is a thousand times or ten thousand times harder to deal with than the evil ghost, he will go with her without hesitation.

"It seems to have been stained with something." Yu Xiasheng looked at his school uniform, as if scolding him for soiling his coat.

But Yu Qiuliang understood that the other party meant something, and what those eyes were looking at was not his coat.

"Yes... It's dirty, I'll go back and wash it." Yu Qiuliang's teeth were trembling, and two cold eyes seemed to cast him from behind, piercing his entire body.He mechanically waved to Song Ciran, and after Song Ciran left, he took a deep breath and hardly dared to look Yu Xiasheng directly in the eyes: "I... let's go home."

The author has something to say:

Except for hitting ghosts, everything else is my real experience in high school.There are some things I always want to complain about, such as the substitute teacher who always stares at me, and the classmates who procrastinate every Thursday and never leave the classroom.

"On War" and "Sun Tzu's Art of War" are actually pretty good.