Mushiji [Pleasure]

2333: "Are you crazy? Catch it to the head teacher and it's over!"

Wen Qianshu: "Well, we are here to complete the task, not really go to school."

2333: "Aren't you really going to school?"

It doesn't believe.

Wen Qianshu was able to handle other subjects, and the only language she could not handle was rejected by 2333, because she thought "artificial intelligence is not good at language".

2333 felt that Wen Qianshu was inferior to artificial intelligence.

God knows that the Chinese exam is about to die. The first multiple-choice question, Wen Qianshu, has a different answer from the whole class, and it's wrong.

Jiang Mingyue turned her head to the side, glanced at Wen Qianshu, and actually took out a pencil. She really had to draw a solid circle—a black spot.

2333: "?"

What are you two doing! Do you want to be scolded together?

"It's alright." Wen Qianshu said with a white child on the side: "Isn't there a plug-in like you? Look at the head teacher for me, she calls me when she sees the classroom."

2333: "Did you use the plug-in like this!"

"It's all right, we're not talking." Wen Qianshu cut off Jiang Mingyue's chess game and comforted 2333, "And I wrote the answer to the final question on the other side. If the head teacher comes in, I'll turn it over to her and say we're discussing it. Question, I just happened to take this piece of paper."

2333 breathed a sigh of relief and began to monitor the head teacher's movements: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Wen Qianshu: "I just thought of it."

2333 regretted it.

2333 has long known not to ask.

Wen Qianshu also played chess casually, without any rules, so he couldn't stop Jiang Mingyue at all. Gobang is fast, and she lost several games in an instant. When the head teacher came in later, Jiang Mingyue took the piece of paper and turned it over to read the math problem.

2333 was stunned: "How does she know your excuse?"

Wen Qianshu: "Prove this excuse is good."

2333: "…"

When the first self-study class was over, the bell rang, Wen Qianshu leaned over, saw that Jiang Mingyue was still looking at the piece of paper, and explained, "I wrote this question like this at the time, but I thought about it just now. , I feel that there are two other situations that have been missed.”

"So the writing here may not be complete." Wen Qianshu stretched his arm over Jiang Mingyue and tapped with the tip of his pen, "I'll think about it later and write it to you."

Jiang Mingyue nodded, holding the paper, and could see the scratches on the back of the backgammon. She stared at it for a while, then suddenly asked, "Didn't you let me just now?"

Wen Qianshu smiled: "Wow, how dare I let you? It's purely my food, I didn't win if you were absent-minded."

absent-minded—

Jiang Mingyue paused slightly and read Wen Qianshu: "Obviously?"

Wen Qianshu: "Anyway, we also played backgammon, a little violation of discipline."

The classrooms that had just ended were like fried water, noisy, and no one could hear their voices.

Wen Qianshu smiled: "It doesn't matter whether the head teacher finds out or not, it should be a resistance."

Jiang Mingyue lowered her eyes and said abruptly, "I don't think she is right."

She started sorting out the exam papers on the table and asked, "She is a teacher, can she just flip through other people's stuff like this?"

"Aren't the elders supposed to lead by example—" Jiang Mingyue said halfway through, then stopped and said, "I hope—"

Wen Qianshu: "You wish you brought your mobile phone with you today, and she found out."

"And you think you did well on this midterm exam, you can reply to her accusations, you do think you did well on the exam."

Jiang Mingyue was silent.

Wen Qianshu propped her chin: "You are very angry, you want to slap her, you want to quarrel with the head teacher."

Jiang Mingyue stopped his movements, but did not deny it.

2333 shocked: "My God."

Most of the time in the original book, Jiang Mingyue looked on and kept silent, not like a human being, but like a set of standard and excellent templates. 2333 couldn't understand, except when Wen Qianshu pulled her out, Jiang Mingyue never violated the school rules again. Logically, the punishment could not be punished on her, and she was not familiar with those boys, so why should she be angry for this.

Jiang Mingyue pursed her lips and said nothing.

Wen Qianshu was lying beside her table, looking up at her, Jiang Mingyue was looking down, so they looked at each other.

Wen Qianshu grinned and said, "Aren't you feeling well? How about if I borrow two comics now, let's report it to each other?"

"There's still time—" She glanced sideways at the clock, adding, "There's still time to quarrel with the teacher, write the review, and then do the homework."

2333: "!"

Is this the point?

Is it important to have time to write homework?

Jiang Mingyue looked down at her and said after a moment.

"OK."

2333 was so frightened that he lost his soul. He couldn't figure out what the two were going to do. He was about to stop Wen Qianshu when he heard laughter.

They looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

That smile was short-lived, Jiang Mingyue quickly retracted it, turned her eyes away and asked, "Maybe you will still call your parents - are your parents easy to talk to?"

Wen Qianshu didn't expect her to ask this question, and froze suddenly.

In a trance, she saw blood all over her eyes, a pale light, a hospital bed, and a crying woman.

"Qianshu, mom loves you, mom loves you so much—"

"Only mother in the world loves you—"

The gaffe was only for a moment, Wen Qianshu quickly smoothed the corners of his mouth along the stiffness, and then smiled: "Of course."

Of course it's hard to speak.

Jiang Mingyue looked at her, and for a moment, Wen Qianshu felt like she could see through her smile, because Jiang Mingyue asked again, "Of course?"

Wen Qianshu still smiled: "Of course."

Jiang Mingyue was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Really?"

Wen Qianshu sat up straight, wrapped her arms around her, and leaned back slightly—she knew this was a defensive posture, but she couldn't control it. Just as she knew that Jiang Mingyue just mentioned it unintentionally, but accidentally hit the bullseye. But this little pain was enough for the thorns all over her body to stand up.

So she lit the thorn and asked everyone to hurt together.

Wen Qianshu: "Do you know why you feel uncomfortable?"

Jiang Mingyue: "I don't know."

Wen Qianshu: "Because you are taking out your anger."

Wen Qianshu closed his eyes and smiled. Unlike the past, this smile was sarcastic and defensive: "No matter how people change, they never stop deceiving themselves. Love is, so is anger."

"Are you really uncomfortable because of the head teacher?" Wen Qianshu opened her eyes and looked at her, "Or did you project yourself and regard yourself as those people, then, who is your 'head teacher'?"

Wen Qianshu: "Who makes you feel under surveillance, and who is violating your privacy?"

Wen Qianshu added the last sentence: "Your parents - can you talk?"

Jiang Mingyue stood up suddenly. She was pale and cold.

It was the end of get out of class, and there was a clamor of people around, laughing and complaining incessantly.

The dark night, the bright lights, and the portraits projected on the classroom glass.

The papers, notebooks, scratch paper, and students who come and go, catch water or throw garbage are reflected together with the portrait.

Stacked textbooks, scratch paper on the table, drawing paper, drinking glasses.

There are also lights, very bright lights, overlapping with the moon outside the window, illuminating the vivid and unreal popularity of the classroom.

The class bell rang suddenly, and the class representative shouted "Class".

The students returned to their places in twos and threes and returned to the sea of ​​questions.

The excitement quickly dissipated, leaving only silence.

Before the class representative could speak, Jiang Mingyue released her hand and sat back to her seat.

Naturally, she didn't answer Wen Qianshu's question, and she didn't speak to her again—in a sense, they were really a good pair at the same table.

After being poked, they were all angry.

Wen Qianshu supported his head with his hands and wrote his homework.

She was rarely annoyed - annoyed by Jiang Mingyue's problem, and annoyed by her own counterattack. If she hadn't poked Jiang Mingyue's wound immediately, she might have been able to hide her own.

Wen Qianshu: "2333."

2333 was stunned by the conversation just now, but couldn't return to God, "Huh?"

Wen Qianshu: "Forget it, it's nothing."

2333: "Huh?"

Wen Qianshuben wanted to ask 2333 what was going on at Jiang Mingyue's house, but she thought of her anger at "invasion of privacy", so it's okay after all.

This boil, boil a class.

During this period, Jiang Mingyue just did her homework, and she never spoke or passed a note.

After all, the evening self-study finally ended. Wen Qianshu sat for a day, with back pain and dizziness. She stood up, threw the pen into the pencil case, and decided that she would not bring her school bag back—she really didn't want to start writing after taking the exam for a day.

Shen Ting had the same plan with her and didn't bring her bag.

Jiang Mingyue moved away and let her out.

Jiang Mingyue didn't say goodbye today.

Wen Qianshu thought to herself, and then she felt that she had too many words. Jiang Mingyue didn't mention it on purpose, so why did she poke back. Well, there is no "goodbye" anymore.

Time is the catalyst, and the more you think about it, the more annoyed you become.

Wen Qianshu paused, watching Jiang Mingyue lowered her head to pack her things, opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything, and went to the garage with Shen Ting to get the car. Wen Qianshu's car was of the same model as Shen Ting's. There was a horizontal bar in front of her, and she couldn't even step on the ground when she stepped on it. The car was still creaking when riding, and she would die of anger in the next second.

The campus is bustling and noisy, with three or two students walking or laughing together. Bicycles are not allowed in the school, so the two pushed the car and walked through the crowd with difficulty.

Unexpectedly, after walking for a while, Wen Qianshu suddenly saw Jiang Mingyue again - she was carrying a schoolbag, talking to a short-haired girl beside her - no, the other party should have been talking, Jiang Mingyue walked with her back straight and said nothing send.

The light sprinkled on her hair, slid down her hair, brushed her snow-white neck, drowsy and hazy, with a little false tenderness.

nice.

It's **** good looking.

Wen Qianshu pushed the car and followed for a while, then suddenly turned around and said to Shen Ting, "Wait for me at the newsstand, I'll tell you something."

Shen Ting: "Okay."

Wen Qianshu: "Please let it go, let it go."

She pushed her bicycle through the crowd, chased Jiang Mingyue, and patted her shoulder: "At the same table, let's talk about something."

Jiang Mingyue stopped and said to the short-haired girl, "You go first, see you at the school gate."

The short-haired girl was the little tiger-like girl from Class 6. She glanced at Wen Qianshu and said with a smile, "Okay."

Wen Qianshu led Jiang Mingyue, then pushed against the crowd and squeezed into a grove—the landscaping in No. 1 Middle School was so well done, there were groves everywhere. But fortunately, it is also close to the school gate, and there are few couples.

Wen Qianshu shook the handlebars and said, "I'm sorry."

She tugged at the corner of her clothes with one free hand, and deliberately smiled freely: "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't—"

Jiang Mingyue was startled, then thought of something, interrupted her and said, "No, I'm not angry."

Wen Qianshu was at a loss: "Then you?"

Jiang Mingyue: "I'm just a little confused. I'll use the next class to sort it out."

Jiang Mingyue: "I thought—I don't know how to explain it to you—I thought these emotions wouldn't be brought into the school."

"You don't need to explain, I know." Wen Qianshu breathed a sigh of relief, pinched the handlebars, and moved his eyes to stare, as if it was something new and unseen, "You can't cut it apart. "

"I have a friend." Wen Qianshu scratched the leather on the handlebar, "She has a very bad relationship with her mother, very bad. She is also like this, sometimes she keeps thinking about it, she can't help it."

"Someone told her later." Wen Qianshu frowned and saw that a large piece of skin on the handlebar had been ripped off by herself, "Study, go to school, go out of the family. Don't be stuck in a square inch, go see more people, go see the bigger world."

"When I look back one day, I may feel that this is not the case, or it may be difficult to let go. But in any case, I have tried it."

It's strange, it seems to be her idea, and it seems to be said by a doctor back then.

The man stood in front of her hospital bed, wearing a white coat, leaning down, his mask exposing a pair of cold, light-colored eyes.

She seemed to say something else—

also said-

"Okay."

Jiang Mingyue said, "I will."

Wen Qianshu was shocked and suddenly woke up.

What is she doing - Jiang Mingyue is not the Wen Qianshu of the year, Jiang Mingyue's family may not be at the level of Wen Qianshu, of course Jiang Mingyue knows what to do. No one in the book found Jiang Mingyue's point. She didn't quarrel with the teacher, and she never cared about the hero or heroine. She just studied hard and got into a good university.

Wen Qianshu rubbed her temples, only to feel a headache—she couldn't figure out whether she was obsessed or what, so she had to attribute everything abnormal to her mother before her death.

No matter how long it has passed, whether they live or die, they are always torturing each other.

No one is spared.

Wen Qianshu waved his hand and decided that it is not appropriate to speak today: "Then I will go first."

Jiang Mingyue said, "Who is your friend?"

Wen Qianshu finally exerted force and accidentally pulled the skin off the handlebar. She went to see Jiang Mingyue and looked at the light-colored pupil of the other party. However, the other party quickly said, "As long as you have a friend, it's all made up, isn't it?"

Wen Qianshu thought for a moment, Jiang Mingyue knew.

She knew that this person was Wen Qianshu, and she also knew that Wen Qianshu didn't want to say it.

So Wen Qianshu walked down the steps and smiled, "I was discovered by you."

"Well." Jiang Mingyue said, "She must be a very good little girl."

Wen Qianshu laughed: "It's all made up."

"Yes." Jiang Mingyue, "It's made up."

They walked out side by side, towards the school gate. At this moment, the campus is more than half empty, and the bicycles are pushed more smoothly.

Seeing that she was about to arrive at the school gate, and she could already see the short-haired girl, Jiang Mingyue suddenly said, "If I'm angry, I'll say it."

Wen Qianshu didn't understand: "What?"

Jiang Mingyue: "If I get angry, I will tell you. I'm just a little upset today. I forgot to say goodbye. Don't think about it."

Wen Qianshu's pupils shrank and smiled: "What are you thinking about? I didn't think about anything."

"Well." Jiang Mingyue turned her head sideways, showing a very shallow smile, "Goodbye."

Wen Qianshu waved his hand subconsciously: "Goodbye."

Then she saw Jiang Mingyue walking towards the girl.

She saw Jiang Mingyue's raised long hair and remembered that very shallow smile.

Weirdly beautiful.

It was too late at night, and there was a breeze passing by, making the leaves rustled.

Wen Qianshu realized in a trance that the gentleness brought by that dim street lamp was not false, but real.

Genuinely gentle.

The wind at night was a bit cold, but fortunately, people could heat up with the pedals.

Wen Qianshu quickly met with Shen Ting, and listened to her chatting along the way, chatting about gossip in the class, about food, and about the teacher.

Wen Qianshu was a little absent-minded, but smiled in response.

But when he stopped and waited for the red light, 2333 hesitated and said, "You—"

It looked at the information in her hand, only to find that Wen Qianshu had committed suicide three times in the first year of high school and was admitted to the hospital several times, but then she stopped for some unknown reason. After that, she stumbled through high school, went to college, switched jobs on and off, paid off debts, treated illnesses, taught herself multiple languages, and traveled to several countries.

The reason why I don't know what happened is because Wen Qianshu's records were missing during this period of time. 2333 tried to ask the main system, but was told that he "doesn't have permission to view it".

Strange, why is there no permission to view it?

"You think it's miserable too, don't you." Wen Qianshu said, "Actually, my mother also likes to look through my diary. I knew it was burned last year."

The first half of the sentence made 2333 groan, and the second half made it "ah?".

Wen Qianshu worried: "Alas, the death was too sudden, and it was too late to burn the diary."

"I've written a diary since elementary school."

All right now, since elementary school, all the tragic and self-motivated middle and second sentences will be exposed.

I hope no one suspects this is murder, otherwise the police uncle checks the diary, it is no different from checking the hard disk of a computer.

If Wen Qianshu can still be in that world, even if she is dead and nailed in a coffin, she will still be in the tomb, shouting out with this rotten vocal cord: "Please burn my diary!"

2333: "You've been worrying about this since just now?"

Wen Qianshu: "Otherwise?"

2333: "…"

2333 swears that if it sympathizes with Wen Qianshu again, it is a fool!

The author has something to say: 2333: "You have lost 14 points in Chinese!"

Wen Qianshu: "Shut up."

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The author is verbose:

□ □ Used to, my protagonists are not good people. Don't believe everything Wen Qianshu said.

Then suicide is very bad! It hurts! Don't follow suit!

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