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It was another sleepless night, Zhou Buyi hadn't "go to bed early" for a long time.There is a monster in his heart, which enters through the cracks in his thoughts during the day, and imprisons him firmly at night, making it impossible for him to escape or get rid of.

He was used to the sound of steady breathing, but it was never his own.Those breaths were also like a catalyst, fermenting his anxiety, making it even more difficult to fall asleep.

I don't know when I fell asleep in a mess of thoughts.Hearing the rustling sounds around him, he woke up again, so sleepy.

Zhou Buyi likes the feeling of chaos when he just wakes up.At that time, he didn't think about anything and was very quiet, but when he woke up, his world began to be filled with fear, restlessness and endless self-doubt.

Get up numbly, dress and wash, and then go to the classroom for morning self-study.

Fang Weizhuang rarely came earlier than him.He seemed to glance at Zhou Buyi intentionally or unintentionally, then turned his gaze to the window.

Zhou Buyi didn't look at him, went straight to his seat, and sat upright as usual.

"Peng" something fell onto his desktop.

"Ah, I'm sorry. Can you pass it to me?" Fang Weizhuang said.

"Yeah." Zhou Buyi picked up the card, and couldn't help being stunned when he saw the words on the card: "There is only one kind of true heroism in the world, and that is to still love life after recognizing the truth of life."

Zhou Buyi glanced at Fang Weizhuang, he looked a little deliberately: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Zhou Buyi handed him the card, and he inserted the card in the narrow gap of the desk.

Did you say this to him?how can that be possible?Just a coincidence.How could he care about himself?

Moreover, he is not a hero, let alone love life.

However, there may be too many coincidences.People who didn't dare to care about and imagine Zhou Buyi were a little suspicious.

Fang Weizhuang no longer ran out after class, but slept on the table.And when he came back from going to the bathroom between classes, he would find that Fang Weizhuang was gone, and when he sat down, Fang Weizhuang walked in through the back door.When eating, I always see Fang Weizhuang, and I always find him somewhere in front, back, left, and right.I always feel like I'm being followed.

Why is he like this?Is he really paying attention to himself?For what happened on the top floor?But how could it be?How could you care so much about your own life?If you ask him yourself, will you be too affectionate?

Things have been deadlocked like this, and Zhou Buyi can't find a chance to continue what happened last time, because if he wants to die, he will meet Zhou Buyi.

It's strange, but I dare not ask him at all.

Things turned around when the results of the monthly exam came out at the end of the first month.Zhou Buyi and Fang Weizhuang are tied for last place.

Everyone couldn't believe that this person who usually looked so serious was actually the last one!

Fang Weizhuang probably knew the results of his grades, so he didn't bother to watch them at all, but he was a little curious when he heard them talking there.

At first glance, it really is!

Only then did Fang Weizhuang look at Zhou Buyi who was sitting on the seat drawing lines. He didn't seem to be interested in grades either.

Unexpectedly!When I saw him for the first time, I saw that he had a serious look, and he was as well-behaved as a first-grade child after listening to a class. I thought that Xu Zhengyang's No.1 would be threatened.

Unexpectedly!The one who is threatened is his bottom one!

Fang Weizhuang casually put his hands on Zhou Buyi, and said, "Brother, what are you doing in class? If you're serious, you won't be distracted, right?"

Zhou Buyi was taken aback by his sudden contact, the pen in his hand jumped and fell down, Fang Weizhuang's weight was pressed on his shoulders through his arms, beside him was his intense breathing, which burned his ears a little itchy.

Seeing that he had dropped his pen, Fang Weizhuang realized that he might have frightened him, so he took his hand away and straddled his seat.

"You didn't do that last time because of your grades, did you?" Fang Weizhuang asked in a low voice.

Zhou Buyi glanced at him, Fang Weizhuang looked pure and harmless, and seemed a little less distant than before.

Fang Weizhuang just stared at him, waiting for his reply, Zhou Buyi finally had a chance to ask that question: "Have you been following me these few weeks?"

"What stalking? It's not nice to say so much." Fang Weizhuang seemed a little guilty, but after a while he returned to his open and generous look: "To be honest, who made me unlucky to meet you committing suicide. If I really don't care, you Dead, no matter how I know it, I don’t report it, and my conscience will not be able to live with it for the rest of my life.”

Zhou Yi bowed his head and fell silent after hearing this.Sure enough, he is still troublesome, even death will bring trouble to others.Who would really care about him?It's just a worthless life.

There is no way to seek death in the future, because after his death, Fang Weizhuang will have to bear the anxiety for a lifetime.How could he be so selfish?If there is only value in his life, maybe it is to let Fang Weizhuang not be condemned by his conscience, so let's live.It's like living like a walking dead, after all, I still can't be so selfish and leave my spiritual torture to another person.