A convicted murderer.

*

"This time, our class is counting down to the grade again." Teacher Wang stood in front of the podium with a stack of thick test papers and sighed, "If you go on like this, no one will be able to go to undergraduate."

He handed the test paper to the class representative, looked at the ranking, and his tone was stern: "Especially the last student Shen Chi, the seven subjects add up to less than 200%, and Yan Shen, the second last one, has taken three exams. One hundred and forty minutes, shouldn't you reflect on yourself?"

It was the first time he criticized a person in public, and when his words fell, the whole class couldn't help but look at the teenagers in the back row.

And Shen Chi, who had just made up for a day's sleep, got up from the desk and wrote down the firearms data. The blanks in the English textbook were densely filled with numbers.

After school in the afternoon, he sat up from his seat, and Yan Shen, who was sitting beside him, suddenly threw him a handwritten booklet before he left.

The boy sat back in his seat and opened the booklet.

Zhuangzhou was also attracted by the four words "Tianfen Baodian". He couldn't help but secretly glanced at the booklet, wanting to see the learning experience. When he saw the content clearly, his mood was very complicated. Sure enough, he shouldn't hold anything about the second-to-last learning material. expect.

On the first page is a paragraph neatly written.

——Three long and one short, choose the shortest, three shorts and one long, choose the longest, choose B for different lengths, choose D for uneven lengths

The boy closed the booklet blankly.

Shi Liang, who was helping Shen Chi to pack his schoolbag, looked at the booklet and asked suspiciously, "But how could Yan Shen teach learning experience? I feel that he has always been alone, and no one in the class dares to play with him."

"I know this." Zhuangzhou answered with experience, "Yan Shen was the last one when I was in my first year of high school, and Yanshen was still the last one when I was in my third year of high school."

"It is estimated that the first time he met someone with worse grades than his own. I was afraid that after you were criticized by Pharaoh, your self-esteem would not be able to stand and drop out of school, and he became the last one again."

Not to mention Yanshen, since Shen Chi was transferred to the class, the pressure of each exam has been reduced a lot.

Although Zhuangzhou felt that he was telling the truth, the young man looked over coldly, and he quickly changed the subject: "There is nothing wrong with the countdown, anyway, the first place in the class will not be able to enter the university."

"But if I can pass the exam, I want to take the Yancheng Academy of Fine Arts." When it comes to the future, Zhuangzhou's eyes show hope.

Shi Liang handed the packed schoolbag to Shen Chi, his tone full of longing: "I don't have a university I want to go to, if possible, I hope it is a school in a big city, I will stay in the big city after graduation, and take my mother to a good hospital to see a doctor. ."

Shen Chi just took the schoolbag and stood up without saying a word.

Zhuangzhou asked him, "Have you thought about your future?"

Shen Chi clenched the shoulder strap of the schoolbag in his hand, lowered his head slightly, the ends of his hair covered his amber pupils, and seemed unusually silent.

When the woman found out that he was not her own child, she threw him at the airport again and again, and he always found a way to go back. The last time, the woman threw him at the train station. He sat on a chair and looked up at the richly dressed woman. .

The woman said to him calmly: "Shen Chi, don't look at me like this, if there were no accidents, you would have grown up in the slums of the border town. It was the Shen family who raised you for 18 years. Do you think you are pitiful? No, pitiful. It's my child, whose life was stolen by you, but Qiaomu is always Qiaomu, you shouldn't want to hear the second half of the sentence."

The teenager retracted his thoughts and raised his head: "No."

He didn't think about his future, he just wanted to pay off the money quickly, it made no difference whether he was in Biancheng or Yancheng.

His life couldn't get any worse.

Shen Chi picked up her schoolbag and walked out of the classroom.

A new dessert shop opened opposite the school. He just passed by the door and smelled the sweet and sour aroma of strawberry cake wrapped in the wind. It smelled delicious.

The young man couldn't help but stop, but after looking at the price on the cake, he continued to look ahead and walked forward.

Because yesterday's live broadcast was too late, and the whole day was groggy, he walked back to the house and turned on his mobile phone, only to realize that he hadn't said happy birthday to Yan Xuexiao.

*

Yan Xueyiao put down the book and answered a call. Yan Zhao's voice came from the phone: "I'm very disappointed that you didn't come back today."

"I know you don't like socializing, but why can you learn useless philosophy, because you were born in Yan's family."

The young man hung up the phone calmly and continued to open the book, but it took longer than usual to turn the pages.

A voice message appeared on the screen. He frowned and picked up the phone. After seeing the sender, the young man's eyebrows gradually eased and he opened the message.

The young man's clear voice sounded on the mobile phone, as if it was close to his ear, so clear that he could hear the slight gasping sound: "Happy birthday, have you eaten birthday cake today? Recommend strawberry flavored one."

He has no plans for a birthday.

Yan Xueyiao narrowed her eyes, unable to see clearly.

Shen Chi on the other side of the phone had never received a reply from Yan Xuexiao. He was acutely aware that the other party didn't seem very happy. He didn't know if he had said something wrong, and stared at the phone for a while.

He turned off the phone and started the live broadcast. At twelve o'clock, there was a sudden knock on the door when the broadcast was about to end.

"Why did someone knock on the door all of a sudden!"

"I started to panic in the middle of the night"

"Cubzai should protect yourself at home alone"

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