desolate

I don't feel anything, Zhou Ze has been in No. [-] Middle School for three days.

During this period of time, he has known most of the classmates in the class, and he thinks that he gets along well with him—except for a certain desk that has been empty all the time.

While reading this morning, Wen Jialang asked Xu Duozhi specifically about the situation - it wasn't that Zhou Zexian liked to listen to people chatting, but the voices of these two people didn't know how to restrain themselves at all. In the sound of reading, Zhou Ze heard their conversation clearly.

Noisy all morning, Wen Jialang didn't ask anything, Xu Duozhi kept avoiding, either changed the subject or gave a vague answer, and even said that he didn't know at the end.

Does he really not know?Zhou Ze guessed it was a lie.

He still remembered the phone call that afternoon, and it was Pei Ye who called without accident.As for why he didn't tell this good brother Wen Jialang...it might be a secret.

After all, it's not a secret to have a secret.

Fortunately, the person who asked the question was Wen Jialang, who didn't notice Xu Dazhi's abnormal reaction at all.But this result made Zhou Ze want to interrupt halfway - don't ask, people don't want to talk at all, being a "dog licking" will not end well, so study hard!

But just think about it.

The next second, Zhou Ze met Wen Jialang's questioning gaze. He immediately smiled calmly, and then looked back at his Chinese textbook.

Thanks to Ma Wenjing's teaching and training, the textbook in his hand, which was brand new yesterday, has many key annotations today.

Wen Jialang pointed his nostrils at him impolitely: "What are you looking at?"

Zhou Ze had to change his face from facing the textbook to facing him again: "I saw Director Yan just came up from the third floor."

"Didn't you say it earlier?!"

Upon hearing Director Yan, Wen Jialang immediately lowered his chin.

Sure enough, the moment he picked up the book, a dark shadow appeared outside the window. A pair of shrewd and shining eyes were scanning the entire classroom meticulously, and when they met Wen Jialang's eyes, they were vicious. He stretched out his hand in warning.

Wen Jialang shrank his neck, and there was a sound like a mosquito humming.

When the morning reading was about to end, Wu Guang suddenly walked up to Zhou Ze and ordered him out.

Eyes from all directions began to follow them until they went out.

It has been raining lately at night, the ground has been wet all the time, the temperature difference between day and night is huge, and if there is wind in the morning, it is even more torture.Zhou Ze squeezed his neckline, hoping that the person on the opposite side could finish his sentence concisely.

"How about it, can you still keep up with your studies?"

"Keep up."

"Does sitting in the back have any effect? ​​The people next to you are usually very noisy. If it affects you, you can tell me." Wu Guang said, "Our seats are arranged according to the results of the monthly exam. You have also seen that the classroom is small. , the seats are all full, if you are affected, how about I arrange you to the side of the podium?"

Sit there and eat chalk dust?

Of course Zhou Ze chose to refuse: "No need, my position is quite good, and they didn't affect me." Behaviors such as eating melon seeds and watching movies are not counted.

Hearing what he said, Wu Guang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "That's good, after the next monthly exam, you can choose the seat you want to sit in - I have something to do with you..."

The bell for the end of get out of class rang, and the students walked out of the classroom one after another, curious or probing eyes followed.

Zhou Ze deliberately turned away.

Wu Guang didn't notice it at all, and the students who wanted to do good things waved their hands twice and continued: "...do you want to be a class leader?"

Zhou Ze shook his head without thinking.

"..." Wu Guang choked on his decisiveness for a moment, "...Okay, okay, it's fine if you don't want to. There's already a bed available for you in the dormitory, you can move anytime."

"Okay, teacher has worked hard."

"The dormitory number is 105. It's just that building - get the key from Mr. Xu from the logistics department. Have you packed your things? Are there many?"

Zhou Ze followed his fingers to look over, it was a very old building, there were rows of boys' clothes and shorts hanging on the balcony, the floors were low, and the number of rooms should not be many, presumably because there were few people living in this school.

"It's fine," he said.

"Ask a few classmates to help you if you have too many words. If you are embarrassed to say it, just tell me, and I will speak for you."

Seeing that the class bell was about to ring, Wu Guangcai finally let him go back.As soon as he entered the classroom, the temperature difference made him shiver uncontrollably.

As soon as he sat down, Wen Jialang turned around with Erlang's legs crossed: "What did Old Wu tell you to do?"

"It's nothing." Zhou Ze had no desire to express, so he made a fool of himself.

Wen Jialang frowned, and seemed to be looking for something to say: "By the way, my birthday is next Tuesday night, do you want to come and play?"

This should be regarded as the first social event invitation that Zhou Ze received here. It stands to reason that if you want to quickly integrate into the new environment, it is a safer choice to agree to the invitation.

"But there is still class the next day."

"What are you afraid of? It's English morning reading that day. If Lao Wu doesn't come, you can come before the first class."

Xu Duozhi came back after drinking the milk and just heard their conversation, so he immediately bumped Wen Jialang's shoulder with his elbow: "Aren't you planning to go to that newly opened bar for your birthday this year? Go there."

After getting along for a few days, they were more or less convinced that Zhou Ze was really a good student who loved to study.

Zhou Ze nodded cooperatively after speaking.

Wen Jialang's smile faded, and he clicked his tongue in displeasure: "It's boring."

After Xu Duozhi sat down here, he whispered into Wen Jialang's ear in a low voice, "Are you sick, why did you call him? He's well-educated and has a lot of hypocrisy. If something happens, Why did the school blame us?"

"I'll just call, isn't this fun?"

Jianghuai mandarin has different pronunciations in small places, and the speed of speech is so fast that people who don't understand it may think they are speaking a foreign language.

Zhou Ze's smile froze for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth, pretending that he didn't understand anything.

The time dragged on until the evening, and when school was about to leave, it suddenly rained outside. The rain washed away every inch of the school's buildings and land, and also quenched the students' eagerness to move.

"Big guys, don't sleep, get out of class."

The old man who taught politics closed the book and woke up the students who had slept soundly for half a class with a benevolent face.

Among them, the one who slept the most soundly was the one next door to Zhou Ze.

Wen Jialang raised his head from his arms, and there were a few red marks on his forehead as if he had been struck by an evil spirit. He wiped his hala while looking at the rain outside the window.

After a while, he finally smacked his lips: "What's the situation, why is it raining so hard?"

At this time Zhou Ze was packing his schoolbag and was about to leave.

Wen Jialang grabbed Xu Duozhi and asked, "Curly, have you brought an umbrella?"

Xu Duozhi also grabbed his hair and didn't know what to do: "Bring me a fart, I'll sleep a little longer, maybe my parents will remember at seven or eight o'clock and give me an umbrella."

Not to mention him, there are no more than two digits of umbrellas in the class, and they are all girls.

Wen Jialang was about to die of grief: "That won't work, I'll have another round later, these shoes are new, they can't be soaked in water."

"Why do you have so many things?" Xu Duozhi was annoyed by him, "Doesn't Zhou Ze have an umbrella? You ask him to take you to a taxi."

Zhou Ze, who was suddenly called, grabbed his backpack and stopped standing up.Behind him, two pairs of eyes stared at the umbrella in his hand.

Zhou Ze turned around, Wen Jialang had already stood up quickly: "Brother, do me a favor...!"

He was a little unhappy at first, but he readily agreed.

"Let's go!" Wen Jialang walked in front of him glamorously, and he reapplied the hairspray again, and the smell still lingered in the air.

"...It's raining, I don't have an umbrella, I have to be late." Wen Jialang grabbed the phone and squeezed under an umbrella with Zhou Ze.

Standing at No. 15 minutes at the school gate, there is still no car stopping. The school is in an old neighborhood, and the road at the gate is too narrow for two cars in a row, not to mention that when it rains, the school gate is full of parents in the case of.The taxi-hailing software is just like a decoration, and it is estimated that the chance of them getting a taxi is only one percent.

While waiting for the bus, Wen Jialang received another call: "Wait a minute? What...Goddess Meng is here? Why is it so fast... I'll do it, please drive first, I'll be right there!"

Zhou Ze stood with him, the rain was blown everywhere by the wind, even standing under the eaves was not any better.Wen Jialang became anxious after answering the phone call, kept flipping through his address book, and finally stopped when he reached Pei Ye.

"...Hey, Brother Pei!"

He didn't know what was said on the other side, but Wen Jialang's tone suddenly became anxious.

"Come and pick me up, I'm really in a hurry... so, five hundred, I will forward you on WeChat..."

Sure enough, money can turn ghosts around.

Zhou chose not to start uncomfortably.

Not long after hanging up the phone, a taxi finally stopped by the side of the road with the windows rolled down, and it was Pei Ye who had just collected the money.

Zhou Ze looked at him through the rain curtain—compared to the last time, he seemed to be much haggard, and there was a thick gray ash in front of his eyes.

As soon as Wen Jialang waved, Pei rolled up the window again.

"?"

Soon, a message came.

Pei Ye: Come here by yourself, I don't have an umbrella.

Wen Jialang replied with a "speechless" emoji, and then showed Zhou Ze the phone: "I'm sorry to trouble you!"

"It's okay." Zhou Ze smiled helplessly, accepting the fact that he was going to be troubled.

When sending Wen Jialang to the car, Pei also took an extra look at him for the first time.

Zhou Ze smiled at him, and was thinking whether to say hello out of politeness, when the next second, the car door slammed shut in front of him, splashing water on his hand.

... so impolite.

Zhou Ze quickly adjusted his mood, dripping with stagnant water, and went to the stationery store to pick up all his belongings - a 26-inch suitcase. He didn't have many things, and he planned to buy daily necessities in the supermarket opposite the school.

According to the building pointed out by Wu Guang, Zhou Ze quickly found the so-called dormitory manager.

The entrance to the dormitory is next to the school’s small shop. Pass through a gray stairwell, and you will see a half-open door. On the wall next to it, there are several large characters: Boys’ dormitory, girls are not allowed.

Coincidentally, at this time, an old man wearing a wool cap came out of it.

Uncle's Mandarin has a strong local accent: "Student?"

Zhou Ze nodded: "Where is 105?"

The uncle said, "He's new here, right? Fill out the form and pay ten yuan as a deposit. This is your key. Alipay and WeChat are all on the wall."

Zhou Ze touched his pocket and took Zhang Baibai's cash.

The uncle looked at him, and said for a long time: "There is no change, I can't change it, and we don't accept cash here."

Zhou Ze took out his appalling mobile phone to show him. Although the snow-patterned screen can still be scrolled, the rear camera has been completely blacked out, and he plans to repair it tomorrow.

The uncle was speechless for a moment, then shook his fingers and said, "You're like this, you asked your roommate to pay for you first."

Although Zhou Ze didn't think it was a good idea, he could only do it in this case.

As soon as the door of 105 was opened, there was a smell of instant noodles from inside.Zhou Ze's appearance immediately caught the eyes of the three people in the room.

The first to speak was a boy with a jet head who was holding Laotan sauerkraut noodles: "Who the hell are you?"

The second speaker was a young man in red pants holding braised beef noodles: "Dude, did you go the wrong way? Rice cooker, why didn't you close the door?"

At the end, the young man called the rice cooker finished the last rattan pepper chicken noodle, put down the bowl in a hurry, and got up like a rooster: "Wait...you are a transfer student from Class [-], right? Old man Liu said yesterday, A freshman is going to live in our dormitory, and you are not here."

Zhou Ze grabbed the suitcase in his hand and greeted them awkwardly.

"Hello, I'm Zhou Ze from Class Six... Excuse me, can any of you do me a favor?"