BE Crazy Demon Survival System

September 1, 2015.

"I know, do you want another carton of milk."

"No, I can't drink it." Xia Zhixu fastened the laces of his sneakers, grabbed his schoolbag and hung it on his shoulder, "Parents, I'm leaving."

Mother Xia put down the milk and ran to Xia Zhixu. Her son was only fifteen years old, so he smoked a stick early, a head taller than her. She pinned Xia Zhixu's school badge on the table to his left chest, "Look at you, I almost forgot this. I just left it on the first day of school."

Father Xia put down the newspaper, "Do you want me to send you?"

Xia Zhixu smiled and hugged Mom Xia, stretched her neck and shouted at the father in the restaurant, "No, I'll take the bus. Let's go!"

The weather in September is hard to describe. It has just faded from the heat, but it has not yet fully entered the hearty autumn. It is mixed between two seasons, just like his age.

There are no boundaries and ambiguous.

From home, just across a road is the bus stop. The summer uniforms of Jingjian Middle School are very plain, white short-sleeved shirt and black trousers, which makes Xia Zhixu very satisfied. He originally thought it would be the polo shirt and shorts of curious colors, and was a little surprised when he received the uniform. , But it also fits the style of this school.

Going lazily to the bus stop, a few office workers stood beside the stop sign, looking very anxious. Xia Zhixu sat on the bench, looking at the direction of the bus coming in the distance, waiting for his No. 729 bus.

The number of people at the bus stop gradually increased. There were a few girls wearing other school uniforms. The dark blue school uniform skirt was very long and covered the knees. There are also some younger pupils, holding their unfinished breakfast in their hands, talking milky and milky.

Xia Zhixu stretched out two long legs and glanced at the watch on his wrist boredly.

7:39.

It's too early, it should not be late.

Lifted his head again.

A new figure appeared in his sight, just like himself, wearing the uniform of Jingjian Middle School.

His back looks so thin, just like the small sapling he planted in his grandma's yard last year, standing upright, always feeling uncomfortable, as if the wind would fall over.

Very strange. This person is clearly standing here, standing at this noisy and humane bus stop, but invisibly, there seems to be a thin barrier separating him from everything outside, alienated and quiet.

Just like going to an amusement park when I was a child, the performers on the side of the road blow out a huge bubble that can completely cover people in it, and the sun shimmers with colored lights.

Xia Zhixu tilted his head too much. Out of curiosity about the students at the same school, he wanted to see his face.

Going to school at this time should also be a freshman.

"729 is here."

Hearing someone talking, Xia Zhixu reacted, and quickly got up from the bench. The bus that had just stopped before was already full of people. He had to wait in the back and finally got on the bus.

--student card.

Xia Zhixu put the card into the side of his schoolbag and was squeezed into the middle of the carriage by the crowd. The entire bus is like a huge can of sardines, with people sticking to people, immobile. He turned his head and looked around, and saw the same white shirt as himself among the dense crowd.

The colorful bubble is still there, wrapping this person in it.

In the swaying figure, Xia Zhixu could barely see his side face and found that he seemed to be injured, and his left arm was hung in a plaster.

——Nanjing Road is here, please bring your belongings...

The crowd loosened a little. Xia Zhixu watched as many passengers exit the car, and he squeezed backwards, "I'm sorry to give in, I'm sorry..."

He got his wish and squeezed to the side of the boy.

Xia Zhixu reached out and grabbed the pull ring above his head. The car started moving. He couldn't stabilize and accidentally ran into the boy next to him. He quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, sorry."

The schoolmate who was hit did not even raise his head. The only movable hand grabbed the pillar next to him and shook his head facing the side window of the car.

Xia Zhixu lowered his head slightly, and looked at the people around him with his chin sideways. He kept his head down slightly, almost expressionless, and tape was taped to his mouth, left cheekbones and neck, and he seemed to have it on his forehead.

Was it beaten? How could there be so many injuries.

However, she is very good-looking, handsome and beautiful, and she is only slightly shorter than herself. His skin is very white, and his drooping eyelids can almost see light blue blood vessels. Two clusters of eyelashes are shone by the sun, casting a long shadow, and the skin under his eyes flickers.

The line of sight moved down the upright bridge of his nose, and fell on his lips. The color was very light, and an inconspicuous lip bead could be seen on the side.

Staring at someone’s mouth the first time I met, it seemed impolite.

Realizing this problem, Xia Zhixu tilted his head and his eyes flickered.

It's just curiosity. He comforted himself in this way.

The car was swaying, and the city’s public buses were known for driving violently. The drivers almost used the public bus as a kart to drive.

After a sudden stop, the boy around him bumped into Xia Zhixu.

He was fine, just worried about this man's arm. Xia Zhixu helped him, "Is it all right."

The lips I had just stared at opened slightly, "...I'm sorry."

The sound is also very nice.

Like the sound of spring water.

This strange metaphor made him feel a little bit mad. After all, he was really not that interested in literature, and he always wrote something boring or curious.

Still a little worried, couldn't help but take a few more glances. His hair color is completely different from his own. It is a lighter dark brown, which looks brighter in the sun, looks soft, and feels good to rub.

But his face was really not very good, a little pale, and the hand holding the pillar was held tightly, and the joints were white.

Xia Zhixu looked at him like this, and the other party suddenly turned his head, seeming to notice the look in his chasing eyes.

He quickly raised his head and looked at the road map above his head casually.

One more stop.

Since elementary school, there have been admirers. Xia Zhixu, who had been watching by girls outside the window for three years in junior high school, experienced the feeling of peeking at others for the first time in his life. He felt strange in his heart and couldn't explain why.

He turned around and squeezed hard to the door of the car. Whatever it feels like, he should get out of the car now.

With the sound of the stop announcement, the car door was opened, and Xia Zhixu got out of the car with a complicated mood. I don't know why, but I slowed down unconsciously, as if I was waiting for someone, with an urge to look back.

But he did not look back.

Let's go, go to the classroom early and meet new students.

As soon as the mental construction was done, and the first brisk step was taken, the cloth on the back was grabbed.

Xia Zhixu looked back subconsciously, but didn't see anyone. He lowered his head again and saw someone squatting behind him, the boy who was in the car just now.

The man covered by colorful bubbles.

He actually had hallucinations, and vaguely heard a puff, the bubble burst.

"What's the matter with you?" He was a little nervous, and quickly squatted down to support the opponent's uninjured shoulder, "Is it uncomfortable? Motion sickness?"

The boy's face is very pale, his lips are also pale, his head is covered with fine beads of sweat, and he can't lift his head.

I don’t know why, Xia Zhixu began to worry, "You are talking?"

"Does...is there any sugar?" He grabbed Xia Zhixu's arm as if he wanted to find a support point.

"Sugar? I don't have sugar, can milk..." Xia Zhixu was a little puzzled. He subconsciously reached out to touch the side of his schoolbag. Only then did he remember that he didn't bring milk today and couldn't help but feel a little upset.

The boy frowned tightly and shook his head weakly.

Xia Zhixu looked around and found the small shop at the entrance of the school, "You wait, I'll go there and buy it soon." He stood up quickly, and looked back while running. He was still squatting alone. there.

Breathlessly ran to the small shop, "One, a packet of sugar!"

"What kind of sugar?" The boss who was sitting there lazily eating noodles didn't lift his eyelids.

"Whatever," Xia Zhixu panted, suddenly remembering something, "Don't have bubble gum."

As soon as the boss put his chopsticks down, he stretched out a hand and pushed the ball-shaped body filled with lollipops on the glass cabinet, "Hey, pick it yourself."

Xia Zhixu didn't even look at it. He took one casually and was about to leave when the other party shouted, "Hey, you didn't pay for it!"

I was so anxious that I almost forgot to pay. Xia Zhixu hurried back and touched it for a long time. There was only a one hundred piece on him, so he handed it to him, "Thank you, please."

"What's the hurry?" The boss raised his eyes and glanced at the old clock on the wall. "It's not early yet. You should be a freshman at this point. Don't worry, it's not early on the first day of school. Self-study."

Xia Zhixu watched him carefully look at the one hundred yuan against the sun, twisted it with his index finger and thumb, then slowly opened the drawer, took out the change one by one, and carefully pointed out one by one. Again.

It feels like a century has passed.

"Here, order a little by yourself and see if you can..."

"Thank you." Xia Zhixu quickly took the stack of old banknotes and ran away.

The boss looked at his back and shook his head, "What's going on with the kids now, it's weird..."

Xia Zhixu ran back to the bus stop just now, only to find that the boy who had squatted here before was gone. His heart sank, and he went around several times, coming and going many people in the same school uniform. They were all walking towards the school gate, none of them were him.

He squeezed the lollipop tightly, sweating on his palms and back.

Sticky and anxious.

A great sense of loss overwhelmed him. It is hard to say whether he felt unwilling because he didn't do a good deed. Anyway, he felt uncomfortable. He looked down at the candy in his hand, unpacked and stuffed it in his mouth. .

So sour.

What taste...

I glanced at the wrapping paper, which was printed with bright lemons.

He crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can at the entrance of the school. He raised his eyes to look at the school gate, which was called a masterpiece, and followed the crowd in.

This school is one of the best high schools in the local area. It is famous for its beautiful environment and rigorous style of study. In this city that values ​​basic education, many parents squeeze their heads and want to send their children to study.

Xia Zhixu walked down the marble steps in front of the school and saw the newly repaired playground and the very magnificent new teaching building in the shadow of the trees.

"Xia Zhixu!"

Hearing someone calling his name, he turned his head and it was Chen Fang, his junior high school classmate. Seeing him managing an inch that couldn't be shorter, Xia Zhixu couldn't help laughing, "Your hairstyle looks like you just came out of the game."

Chen Fang pushed him vigorously, "Your kid is too much, I haven't told you yet. Didn't I say you want a haircut? You are too long." He grabbed Xia Zhixu's hair, "It should be more. Cut so much."

Xia Zhixu slapped his hand away, "You don't come here. The discipline committee member who checked people at the school gate didn't say that there was a problem with my hair."

"Oh, anyway, you are leaning on this face, and there are a lot of girls chasing after your shaved head." Chen Fang sighed, "God bless you, don't put us in the same class."

Xia Zhixu dangling the lollipop and squinted at him, "Why?"

Chen Fang rolled his eyes, "Are you embarrassed to ask? Three years in junior high school, but whoever of the girls I like never confessed to you? I'm really a miserable group. Forget it, I don't have a good time at home during the summer vacation. Scolded by my mother."

He knocked on the orchid finger to imitate his mother, and poked Xia Zhixu on the shoulder, "You said you have played so well with Zhixu, why don't you learn more from them? They are in the top ten in the city in the entrance examination. How many points did they score? They are also gold medals in the Olympiad and played well in basketball. They look good, look good, look at you, tut tut, what to do."

Good looking...

This description is simple. Xia Zhixu smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, with a lollipop in his mouth, and couldn't speak clearly. "Just because of this you don't want to be in the same class as me."

Chen Fang bumped his shoulder, "Just kidding, how could it be possible, we are so iron."

Outstanding.

These four words are almost everyone who knows Xia Zhixu's evaluation of him.

But such a person has the most cheerful and sunny personality, which makes people unable to even feel jealous. Suddenly he is attracted by his charm and becomes his friend.

When he walked to the display board downstairs in the first grade of high school, Chen Fang squeezed left and right to the front. Xia Zhixu was reluctant to squeeze, so he stood behind and watched. The name list, classes and specific class positions of high school freshmen are printed on the exhibition board.

Xia Zhixu was tall, and he could barely see it when he stood at the end. His gaze swept across the sign, and he saw his name under the first grade (13) class. He ranked first and was very conspicuous.

"Zhi Xu! We are really in the same class!"

Chen Fang squeezed out excitedly, "Walk around, we are on the fourth floor."

What a coincidence, Xia Zhixu smiled happily and was dragged upstairs by this silly old friend.

The classroom was not much different from what he had imagined. Compared with the junior high school classroom, it was just a little bigger. Chen Fang's idol baggage is not small. He tidied off his shirt before going in. Xia Zhixu followed, watching him so much that he couldn't help laughing.

There are already quite a few people in the classroom, and there are a few clusters around them, probably old classmates I knew in junior high school.

"Hey, look, there is a good-looking one."

"Fuck, really handsome."

Xia Zhixu was accustomed to this gaze, the smile on his face narrowed a little and turned into a polite smile, and followed Chen Fang to find a seat casually.

There were more and more people. Xia Zhixu and Chen Fang were chatting, only when they heard someone say that the teacher had come in, they raised their heads and looked at the podium.

What came in was a thin Gaussian man, wearing a pair of glasses, who looked only in his thirties, and his expression was fairly soft.

Feeling like teaching Chinese, Xia Zhixu thought so, crunching the lollipop that was less than half melted in his mouth and squeezing the stick in his hand.

"Hello everyone, I'm your head teacher, and my name is Zhang Zhengxin." He picked up a piece of chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard. Underneath a student whispered, saying that his name was a little weird.

Teacher Zhang smiled and answered, "Although my name is strange, but it has a source." He then turned around and scribbled a sentence on the blackboard.

Those who want to cultivate their bodies must first correct their hearts.

"This is a sentence from the Book of Rites." Zhang Zhengxin turned around, "It is also my expectation of everyone. When everyone comes to Jingjian Middle School, the primary purpose of course is to learn. I will not repeat this point. But in my opinion , And more importantly, learn to be an upright person." He lowered his head and opened the roster, "Well, let's not say much, let's arrange the positions first." He raised his head and squinted his eyes. "We just... …Arrange according to the size first."

So the students in the classroom went out one by one. Under Zhang Zhengxin's arrangement, the boys and girls were separated and stood in two rows in order of height.

"Starting from you, go in one by one."

The boys and girls in the lead looked at each other, a little embarrassed, but still walked in.

This teacher is really strange. Boys and girls are specially arranged to be together, are they afraid of premature love? Xia Zhixu looked at the girl next to him, and the other person also happened to look at him. The shyness on his face could not be hidden. He had to smile at her, and then turned to look at the scenery outside the corridor.

The sour candy pieces were still in his mouth, making his cheeks uncomfortable.

There were fewer and fewer people in front. Xia Zhixu just waited. When the boy standing in front of him had left, he stepped forward and stood beside Zhang Zhengxin.

"Okay, next..."

Zhang Zhengxin's hand was placed on Xia Zhixu's shoulder.

"teacher……"

A familiar voice appeared, and a certain nerve in Xia Zhixu suddenly tightened, and he didn't even know why. He tilted his head and saw a person walking behind Zhang Zhengxin.

It really is him.

The original lazy heart suddenly beat violently, as if being prodded by something, even he himself felt so strange.

"Sorry... I just had something wrong and I was late."

His voice is very low, very soft, full of apologies.

"It's okay." Zhang Zhengxin turned around, looked at the injury on his body, smiled softly, "Then you..." He looked back at Xia Zhixu again, "You can go in ahead of him first."

Xia Zhixu's eyes followed the boy into the classroom.

"It's you, you can go in with this classmate."

"Oh." Xia Zhixu only recovered, but did not notice the excited expression of the girl around him.

They are seated one by one in an S-shaped manner. The boy just sat in the bottom of the fifth row.

So naturally, Xia Zhixu sat in the innermost position of the sixth row, which happened to be in his back seat.

I don't know why, Xia Zhixu's mood improved somehow, even the lemon candy that didn't melt in his mouth became sweet.

This is what the adults say.

I want to be friends with him.

"Okay, everyone is seated now." Zhang Zhengxin pushed the eyes on the bridge of the nose, "This is the first lesson today, let's get to know each other, and everyone will follow the order just now and do it one by one. Introduce yourself, whatever you want to say, the most important thing is to let us remember you."

Suddenly feeling that his arm was being poked, Xia Zhixu turned his face and saw the girl beside him gave him a piece of gum.

Xia Zhixu smiled at her, then opened her mouth and pointed to the candy inside.

Tactfully refused.

He regretted it a little. If you are not angry and eat this lollipop, can you use it as a greeting tool for the person sitting in front now?

This person was not surprised when he first saw himself.

Involuntarily sighed.

"Well... Hello everyone, my name is Zhou Xiaoxiao, and my junior high school is..."

"My name is Yang Zifeng, and my hobby is playing football..."

"My name is Li Ming..."

The classmates went up one by one, and then came down one by one. Xia Zhixu put his palm on his side and seemed to be watching it seriously, but his mind was not on it.

Until the person in the front seat stood up slowly and the seats were a little tight, Xia Zhixu dragged his table back in a panic, allowing him to get out more smoothly.

His eyes were not under his control, so he stuck himself to this person and moved to the podium step by step following his back.

He turned around and stood on the podium with his left hand hanging on his chest and unable to move, his chin slightly closed. His pupils are very light, as if people with white skin usually have light pupils, he always feels that his vision is out of focus and looks very indifferent.

"Okay, you can introduce yourself." Zhang Zhengxin smiled and encouraged him.

He opened his mouth slightly, and the gauze at the corner of his mouth was also torn.

"My name is Xu Qichen."

Xu Qichen? Like many students in the classroom, Xia Zhixu also wondered which words it was.

Zhang Zhengxin heard everyone's whispered comments, so she turned her head and asked gently, "Your name is very special. What are the words? Write it on the blackboard."

Xu Qichen's eyes hesitated, and finally he reached out his right hand that could be moved, picked up a piece of chalk, turned around and wrote his name on the blackboard.

The writing is beautiful. Xia Zhixu sighed sincerely.

Zhang Zhengxin nodded approvingly, "Who gave you a very good name? Does it have any meaning?"

Xu Qichen raised his hand that he had just put down again, and slowly wrote a line next to the name.

[Ling for Bi Huai Yi, come to offer his Chen. ]

A group of students under the podium began to talk quietly again, after all, the source was more obscure than his own name.

"Tell everyone what does this mean."

Xu Qichen turned around and said in a very soft voice, "This poem comes from the Book of Songs "Lu Song·Pan Shui", which means that Huai Yi has now realized that he is sincere and presents their treasures."

Zhang Zhengxin nodded and said with a smile, "These two characters are very suitable for your last name, very good, the students also learned a poem by the way."

Xu Qichen lowered his eyes, gently placed the chalk on the desk, and walked off the stage.

Xia Zhixu's eyes still fell on him, watching the light flickering on his body, and finally walked to sit in front of him.

He moved his gaze to the blackboard, watching the verse he wrote just now, and muttering these three words silently in his heart.

Xu. its. Chen.

You are the treasure that God promised me.

Is this the meaning of his name?

"The next classmate, that..." Zhang Zhengxin smiled and propped up the desk with his hands, "that little handsome guy in a daze."

The same table pushed Xia Zhixu, and he recovered and stood up, "Is it coming to me so soon?"

The whole class laughed and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

Xia Zhixu walked up with a smile, picked up the chalk and wrote his name freely, and the pen was smooth and flowing, and they lined up neatly with the three words of Xu Qichen just now.

"Hello everyone, my name is Xia Zhixu. Although my name is not as elegant as classmate Xu, it actually has a source."

Zhang Zheng was very happy, "The parents of this class of students are very talented, and the names they chose are nice and talkative. Come on, you can tell everyone about it."

Xia Zhixu's teeth showed off and smiled brightly, "My birthday is May 21st, which happens to be early summer. My mother likes Li Qingzhao very much, and she has a sentence like this."

[Dyeing willows with thick smoke, blowing plum flute and resentment, spring will know how much. ]

He wrote this line next to his name, turned his head and smiled, "This sentence "How much does spring mean" is said to be in the early spring season. The climate has not yet warmed up and the meaning of spring is not obvious. I was born in early summer. My surname was Xia, so my mother named me Xia Zhixu."

His eyes skipped the other people in the classroom, and they met the brown pupil by the window for only a moment, but his heartbeat missed a beat.

It was like playing the wrong piano. From then on, it was all wrong.