Bite Your Fingertips

Before the first class, the study committee started to collect the summer homework at the last time, and handed out the extracurricular activity intention form by the way.

When Chu Yu was handing in his homework, he took a quick look and found that Lu Shi's test paper was no different from his own. He chose to fill in the blanks and filled it up. The main question only wrote two lines of ideas, or he simply drew two auxiliary lines and it was over. It looks empty.

He suddenly had a new understanding - it turns out that there is something in common between learning to a certain level and being a scumbag to a certain extent!

The study committee member raised his voice and urged irritably, "Hurry up, and hand in the extracurricular activity intention form after filling it out! It's time to go to class!"

The classroom was full of discussions, and Zhang Yueshan turned around holding a pen and asked Chu Yu, "Student Chu, what did you fill in? I'm hesitating whether to choose tennis, fencing, or taekwondo? I like them all!"

His eyes fell on Chu Yu's intention form, and he was puzzled, "Gardening A? Is there such an option?"

His deskmate has been in the headquarters all the time and knows the inside story, "The option 'Gardening' is a hidden option, not on the list."

Signed his name at the bottom of the page, Chu Yu put the cap back on the pen, "Yes, it's only for paddling."

Zhang Yueshan was curious, "What is this extracurricular activity you chose to do? Pruning plants and leaves?"

"No," Chu Yu explained, "Behind the school's big playground, across the grove, isn't there a constant temperature botanical garden and a glass greenhouse. My duty is to press the button to run the watering equipment in the constant temperature botanical garden. Wait. The device detects that there is enough moisture in the air and soil, and it automatically shuts down."

Zhang Yueshan was amazed, didn't know how to describe it for a long time, and finally commented, "Sure enough, it is very suitable for paddling!"

Chu Yu was proud and said in his heart, of course, I carefully selected for myself!

After the study committee member collected the summer homework, he rushed to collect the intention form again. When he received the last two sheets, he casually looked at them—awesome, the gardening of Chu School's flower filling, the gardening of Lushen's filling of B, a constant temperature Botanical garden, a glass greenhouse, so exciting?

The first period in the morning was math class. Chu Yu couldn't understand, and didn't think about forcing himself, so he just took out the comic book and continued reading.

After turning two pages, he suddenly remembered something, reached into the belly of the table, searched blindly again, and finally found a toffee.

Putting it in his mouth and tasting it, Chu Yu frowned, and realized that it was not an illusion. The candy didn't have the rich milky aroma and sweetness before.

An inexplicable anxiety rose from the tip of his heart, and Chu Yu stuffed another fruit candy into his mouth.

Eating two candies together used to make him feel tired, but now, he only tasted a little bit of sweetness.

Staring at the two candy wrappers in his hand, Chu Yu was stunned—this is me, continuous low-grade fever, burning out the taste nerve?

The good mood that was originally due to the recovery of the body instantly fell to the bottom.

After mourning for most of the morning, Chu Yu decided to stop his wild thoughts, and comforted himself by saying that maybe it was just because of some kind of autonomic nerve dysfunction, the sense of taste became dull for a while, and it would be fine in a few days.

He squeezed a piece of candy in his hand, and was wondering whether to eat it or not, when he suddenly felt his throat dry and itchy and thirsty.

Damn, why does this feel so familiar?

Just like the package, when the throat is dry and itchy, the heartbeat starts to speed up, and the blood vessels on the forehead are bulging, as if they are about to explode in the next second.The familiar heat permeated his whole body, no, it was even hotter than yesterday, which gave him the illusion that he would be roasted on the spot in the next second!

Chu Yu was almost depressed - he thought the enemy army had retreated, but he didn't expect to gather more troops, and after more than [-] hours, he made a comeback!

He Zhihao came to find Chu Yu after his lunch break, and saw him lying on the table, facing the wall, with a look of lovelessness, like a thanked flower.

He tapped the table twice with his fingertips, "What's the matter, didn't you wake up?"

Chu Yu turned his head slowly, weakly, "Knock your ass, knock your ass, talk about something, hurry up and leave."

He Zhihao raised his eyebrows, knowing that this was the young master's temper, and he couldn't be provoked.He quickly withdrew his hand and said something, "Sister Lin asked me to bring you a message, saying that I like the gift very much, thank you for remembering it for so long, next time I have time to play together."

Then he put the small cake in his hand on Chu Yu's table, "Last night, I slept on the boat. Don't you like sweets? Sister Lin specially ordered the chef to make this cake this morning and asked me to bring it to you. "

Chu Yu lost interest, "Oh, let it go, you can retire."

He Zhihao didn't want to resign, so he gossiped and asked in a low voice, "By the way, isn't it rumored that you had a conflict with that Lu Shi? Is it true or not? How did he offend you? Do you want my brother to help you find someone to deal with him?"

Chu Yu felt that what was flowing in his veins was full of magma, and his breathing was so hot that he was even afraid. Hearing that He Zhihao was still beeping like a fly in front of him, he became agitated for no reason, and frowned, "Go away, you go to Lu Shi. If you can't live for ten seconds, it will crush you to death, just like that? Yes, crushing ants."

His voice was dry and his voice was slightly hoarse, and he added, "He didn't provoke me, it's just that he has a bad temper, don't make trouble for nothing."

He Zhihao shrugged, "Alright, then I'm leaving."

"Wait," Chu Yu wrinkled his nose, disgusted, "Hurry up and change your clothes, your body smells so bad it's giving me a headache."

He Zhihao tugged on his collar, took a deep breath, and wondered, "You said that I smell like blood. I got up in the morning after drinking too much, and I fell down and bled. After I tied the bandage, I haven't had time to change my clothes yet. You can smell it again. , where does it stink?"

"No smell, hurry up and go away."

He Zhihao left, and Chu Yu was about to continue lying down, when he caught sight from the corner of his eye——Hey!When did Lu Shi return to the classroom?

In the end, Zhang Yueshan shared the cake with him at the same table, and Chu Yu lay on the bed all afternoon, without appetite, dinner, and evening self-study, so he went straight back to the dormitory.

The private dormitories in Jianing are luxurious, and most importantly, they are all quadruple rooms with private bathrooms.Chu Yu lives on the fifth floor, a deluxe single room, with a light-colored long cashmere carpet on the floor, a large bed, a desk, storage rack, wardrobe and shoe cabinet, and a corner of the balcony, where Aunt Lan put a pot of strelitzia chinensis.

Chu Yu fell on the bed with limp limbs, hugged the quilt, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Dreaming in the middle of the night, it was the same dream again.

The only difference is that everything faded to black and white. In the winding alley, Lu Shi looked at him. On his left arm, there was bright red blood flowing down. The dazzling red was the only color in the dream.

But separated by a wall, Lu Shi woke up from his dream.

Her ears seemed to be filled with the disgusting sharp curses of the woman in the dream, "You bastard with dirty blood flowing from your body!"

Dirty blood.

Lu Shi sneered.

He lay on his back on the bed, everything was silent, only the slight sound of air escaping from the air outlet of the central air conditioner.

Getting out of bed and standing up, Lu Shi crossed his hands, pulled up the corner of his clothes, took off the white T-shirt, put it on the back of the chair, and stepped into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Lu Shi came out of the bathroom with wet hair and steamy body, took out a bottle of mineral water from the small refrigerator, and sat down at the desk.He randomly picked a math competition exercise book from the shelf and spread it out.

His fingers are very long, twisting the bottle cap, the phalanx is slightly protruding, thin and strong.

After swallowing half a bottle of ice water, he pressed the fire in his heart back to the deepest part again.

Lu Shi is accustomed to using a pencil when writing questions.

There was a rustling sound as the nib rubbed against the paper.

After completing two pages of questions, Lu Shi stopped and took out a pencil sharpener from the drawer.

The blade was sharp, and chipped off a piece of sawdust, revealing the black lead core wrapped inside.

Lu Shi stopped his hand.

Under the white light of the desk lamp, on Lu Shi's left wrist where he usually wears a watch, there are thin and messy scars.Some years and months have passed for a long time, and there is only a shallow line left, and some are still red.

The pencil sharpener moved, and finally stopped at the wrist. With a little force on the right hand, the tip of the knife pierced the cold white skin, and when it was drawn down, crimson blood overflowed instantly.

Lu Shi had thin eyelids drooping, with blood in his eyes, and his expression was indifferent.