BE Crazy Demon Survival System

The self-introduction session ended in a giggling atmosphere, and the originally strange and embarrassing classmates quickly got acquainted.

Zhang Zhengxin stood on the podium and turned to look at the clock on the wall. "The boys in our class will go with me to the textbook section to move the textbooks in the first year of high school." He glanced at the boy with his head down by the window, "Xu Qichen No need to go."

Xu Qichen didn't respond either. He lowered his head and stared at the graffiti left by the previous students on the table.

Xia Zhixu looked at his back from behind, hesitated to speak, but was preempted by Chen Fang in the second group, "Zhixu! Let's go!"

"Oh," Xia Zhixu stood up, "Okay."

The female tablemate beside him got up and gave him a place. Xia Zhixu smiled and said thank you, and went out.

Chen Fang stood at the door waiting for Xia Zhixu, and when he saw him coming out, he hooked his shoulders, "Your kid has made the limelight again."

"No, I saw the source of my name, so I mentioned it by the way."

Two people followed the large group to the textbook department. One moved a large stack of books. Chen Fang laughed and teased, "I see, this time the class grass has been contracted by you again."

"You don't come here." Xia Zhixu gave him a white look. "I think most of the boys in our class are pretty handsome." Little Huya revealed maliciously, "Except you, hahaha."

Chen Fang looked unconvinced, "Then tell me, who is handsome?"

Xia Zhixu pulled out a few names at random, and finally added something casually, "Also...I'm not bad at the front seat."

"Xu Qichen." Chen Fang curled his lips. "It's too white, even whiter than most of the girls in our class."

Xia Zhixu immediately retorted, "What's wrong with the white, just as black as yours and shiny? Just be a light bulb for the rest of your life."

"Hey I said what's the matter with your kid! I owe to clean up!"

The two went back to the classroom arrogantly. Xia Zhixu put the book on the desk, turned around and wanted to go back to move it, but was stopped by the boy behind, "No, the teacher said it is gone."

Xia Zhixu nodded, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Xu Qichen looking out the window. The light cut his side face into light and dark sides, and his cold expression hung weakly in the middle.

The **** tablemate of the two of them became friends during this short time of moving books. The two went to the bathroom. Xia Zhixu patted the dust on his hands, thinking that he should go to the bathroom to wash his hands.

There are only two of them left in the seats. This is a good opportunity to say hello.

Xia Zhixu sat down in the seat. Originally wanted to pat his shoulder, he took it back when he was about to touch it. He glanced at his hand, and finally only gently touched his back with the back of his hand.

Xu Qichen's body moved. He turned his face to the side while looking out the window. He looked at Xia Zhixu behind him. His expression remained unchanged. The amber pupils met Xia Zhixu's eyes.

"You remember me." Xia Zhixu said with a smile, "On the bus this morning...and at the school gate, you asked me for candy...Remember?"

The expectation in his expression was too obvious.

Xu Qichen nodded.

Little Huya happily revealed, "Actually, I bought that candy for you, but I didn't see you when I came back, so I ate it myself." He smiled embarrassedly.

"It's okay."

I don't know why, when talking to him, Xia Zhixu is always subconsciously cautious, as if this person has a [fragile] label on his face.

"Um...what happened to you this morning, why did your complexion suddenly become so bad?"

Xu Qichen's lips opened, and there was no ups and downs in his voice, "I have hereditary hypoglycemia. I was in a hurry this morning and didn't eat."

He rarely said so much, Xia Zhixu was a little happy, but soon began to feel distressed again.

Hereditary hypoglycemia should be uncomfortable.

"Then what happened to you..."

"An aunt at a breakfast shop helped me to rest."

"Oh……"

I still have doubts in my heart, especially his injuries, but Xia Zhixu is afraid that he will accidentally step on the minefield of the other party, destroying the little connection he has finally established, so he did not continue to ask, just smiled Say, "We are so fate, let's make friends."

Xu Qichen's eyes flickered, perhaps hesitating.

The smiling face in Xia Zhixu's heart gradually drooped with his hesitation.

After a while, Xu Qichen nodded suddenly.

With a ding sound, the smiling face recovered and became more brilliant.

[friend]

These two words seem to be the most common and ordinary classification in interpersonal communication, and there is still a subtle sense of distance in intimacy.

It would be great if I really had the ability to be a prophet.

If I knew I would like you.

In the beginning, we would not use the word "friend" to delineate the scope of our relationship and set the bottom line distance.

There was no class arrangement on the first day. After the textbooks were distributed, the class teacher Zhang Zhengxin organized the election of the class members. The atmosphere in the class was warm, but the boys in the front seat always looked like a stranger, and were incompatible with this freshman class.

The bored Xia Zhixu stared at his back until his name was called.

"Xia Zhixu, you will serve as a math class representative." Zhang Zhengxin flipped through the roster and looked up at Xia Zhixu, who was ignorant. "Mathematics is an important subject for you."

"why?"

The classmates all laughed, Zhang Zhengxin deliberately put on a stern attitude, "It seems that you did not listen to me just now. I have said that the position of class representative is quite special. In terms of grades, your math grades are the best in the class, so you are the representative of the math class."

Xia Zhixu nodded in embarrassment.

"Then we applaud and encourage classmate Xia Zhixu."

The applause of everyone made him even more embarrassed, stood up and bowed slightly, "Thank you, thank you."

In fact, he didn’t want to be a class representative. Such a position was just responsible for sending and receiving homework every day and docking with the class teacher. In his opinion, it was very boring, but he had to bite the bullet and take it. Errands.

"Okay, let's take a look at the language..." Zhang Zhengxin pushed his glasses. "The highest score in the language of our class is student Xu Qichen. It is very rare. It turned out to be a male student."

Xia Zhixu subconsciously went to look at the boy in the front seat, and the back of him who was called by the name shook slightly, seeming to be frightened.

Zhang Zhengxin carefully looked at the scores at the back of the roster, "Xu Qichen took 112 on the Chinese test, and he got a very high score."

The following classmates began to whisper. For a Chinese with a full score of 120, a score of 110 or more is very difficult to achieve. After all, the subjective questions of Chinese cannot be controlled. Only when all the objective questions are correct and the subjective questions are supernormal can they be so. A little bit of hope on 110.

Zhang Zhengxin didn't have any teacher's airs, and looked at him, "Student Xu Qichen, you will be my right arm from now on."

Xu Qichen did not respond to the teacher's words like Xia Zhixu did, and was silent, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

At this moment, a few lonely applause suddenly appeared in the quiet classroom.

Everyone looked at the applauding Xia Zhixu.

Xia Zhixu shrugged, and said with a smile, "Should we not applaud the representative of the Chinese class?"

His voice has a natural appeal, and the classmates who originally thought Xu Qichen a little strange also followed Xia Zhixu to applaud.

When the applause gradually diminished and disappeared, Xia Zhixu heard a very soft voice.

"……Thank you."

Rubbing the palms of his hands that were red from clapping hard, the corners of Xia Zhixu's mouth could not restrain the ground from rising.

It seems too easy to satisfy.

There are still two minutes to finish class, Zhang Zhengxin cleared his throat, "At 3 o'clock this afternoon, the school will hold the opening ceremony for high school freshmen in the auditorium, and there will be a military training mobilization meeting tomorrow..."

"Really need military training..."

"No!"

Zhang Zhengxin patted the lecture table, "I haven't finished speaking, everyone will be in the classroom before 2:45, and we will go there together after counting the number of people, remember?"

"remember--"

The bell rang after class, and the students in the classroom suddenly became alive and cheered. Zhang Zhengxin shook his head and shouted to the four groups by the window, "Xia Zhixu, come out with me."

Xia Zhixu stood up without knowing it. He had been thinking about going home just now.

In the morning, Xu Qichen and he came by the same bus, so maybe they can also go home together.

Xia Zhixu, who was about to invite Xu Qichen back home, was stopped by the class teacher as soon as he heard the bell for the end of class, and the thoughts in his heart could only be dispelled.

Pity.

"That's it." Zhang Zhengxin took him to the corridor outside the classroom. "Tomorrow's military training mobilization meeting will have a session where representatives of new students will speak. It will be arranged after the principal mobilizes. Our class is also one of the representative classes. You are us. The first place in the entrance examination of the class, the personality is more outgoing, I think you are a more suitable candidate."

Xia Zhixu didn't speak, but glanced around. He saw Xu Qichen walking out of the classroom with his head down, and his heart immediately followed and turned down the corner of the stairs.

"Then prepare your speech after you go back."

Xia Zhixu looked at Zhang Zhengxin and hesitated, "Teacher, I... My manuscript is written very ordinary, can you Baidu?"

Zhang Zhengxin couldn't help but laughed, "For such an important occasion, it is best to be original, otherwise it would be embarrassing if you collide with someone else."

"It's also..." Xia Zhixu nodded absentmindedly, counting his steps silently in his heart, presumably Xu Qichen should be down to the second floor by now.

"If you are really afraid that your manuscript is not good enough, you can let our language class representative polish you up," Zhang Zhengxin patted him on the shoulder, "His composition for the high school entrance examination is a perfect score."

Xia Zhixu's eyes lit up immediately.

This is a good idea.

"Thank you teacher! I'll do my best!" Xia Zhixu left the corridor full of energy, rushed downstairs, and saw Chen Fang waiting for him at the corner of the stairs.

"Hey, why is the head teacher looking for you?"

Xia Zhixu hurriedly dealt with two sentences, "As for the freshmen's speech, I won't tell you, I have to catch the bus!" After speaking, he quickly slipped downstairs.

"Hey! What a hurry! The bus departs every ten minutes..."

The sound of the wind brushed over his ears, and Xia Zhixu finally ran out of the winding stairs. Suddenly, there were people wearing the same clothes in his broad vision, which was a test for him.

Squinted and looked around.

I saw the thin back on the tree-lined road full of phoenix trees, and one arm was lifted by the white gauze.

Passing through the crowded and flowing crowd, Xia Zhixu ran behind him in a hurry, stopped two or three steps away, and tried to calm his excessively fast breathing until he could pretend to be an unhurried person who just happened to meet him. Look like.

"Xu Qichen."

The person called did not look back, as if still immersed in his own world.

Xia Zhixu didn't feel discouraged either, stepped forward, stood beside him, and turned his head to look at him, "Do you also take the bus home at noon?"

Xu Qichen turned his face, glanced at him, and then nodded.

"We seem to drop in, let's go together."

Adding the word [seem] seems to be able to conceal one's deliberate actions.

When Xu Qichen walks, his steps are very slow, his leg is not injured, it seems that he is habitually slow. But Xia knew that Xu was not. He was always full of vitality and walked with wind, so at this moment, he glanced at Xu Qichen's legs intentionally or unintentionally, adjusting the frequency of his step swing.

In order to make myself look more like a tacit friend.

"Does your family live near the bus stop?" Xia Zhixu tried to stir up the conversation.

But he soon discovered that his speaking skills needed to be improved. You should not ask questions that can be answered directly with [yes] or [no].

Especially in the face of a taciturn person.

"Ok."

Sure enough. Xia Zhixu sighed slightly, but quickly returned to a cheerful smile, "Me too. My home is in the community opposite the bus station. We shouldn't be in the same community."

"No."

Blunder, blunder.

Xia Zhixu lowered his head and looked at a green and yellow sycamore leaf that had fallen.

"My home is on the same side of the bus stop, but I have to turn a corner."

Hearing his soft tone, Xia Zhixu seemed to be a dry plant that was suddenly watered, regaining vitality in an instant.

"Really? That's very close too." The two people walked out of the school gate unknowingly. The gray bus stop sign was right next to the school gate, where there were already a large number of students waiting.

The two walked to the bus stop. Xia Zhixu looked at Xu Qichen's injured hand, and subconsciously stood in front of him to help him block the people in front.

Behind Xu Qichen is a billboard at the bus station, and in front is Xia Zhixu.

The crowded bus station was divided into a cramped and safe space by his long body.

"729 is here." Xia Zhixu turned his head, "Are we in this car?"

Xu Qichen looked at the carriage. It wasn't too crowded. "It's okay."

Xia Zhixu gave a hum, took out the student card from the side of the backpack, rushed to the front, and turned his head, "Don't worry, don't squeeze your arms."

What a weird person. Xu Qichen looked at his tall back, standing silently by the tail of the waiting crowd. The people in front got into the car one by one, and Xu Qichen finally got on the car. The car was full of seats, and there were several classmates standing there.

"Xu Qichen, come here!"

Suddenly hearing that person's voice, Xu Qichen hesitated and walked in with the chair, only to find that several people standing blocked Xia Zhixu.

Xia Zhixu smiled brightly, and when he saw Xu Qichen approaching, he immediately got up from his seat, "Sit down."

Xu Qichen, who was "giving up his seat," looked at Xia Zhi and Xu Wanwan's eyebrows. He had to sit down with a look of expectation on his face.

This is a single orange love seat. Xia Zhixu, who has no seat, is standing beside him, holding Xu Qichen's seat back with two hands, and the other holding the front seat, unconsciously encircling him in it.

"Good luck, I found a seat when I came up."

Xu Qichen didn't speak, turned his face, and looked out the window silently.

The poorly polished glass windows reflect unclear figures, with his own profile face, and enthusiastic classmates wearing white shirts behind him.

On the eve of school, Xia Zhixu deliberately checked the route to Jingjian High School.

The bus can go directly, stopping at eight stops on the way.

It feels a bit far away.

It is conceivable that there is always a deviation from reality. When he heard the announcement, Xia Zhixu, who stood stupidly all the way, was stunned.

Is it so fast?

Get home so soon.

Time is really a clever liar.

Xu Qichen stood up from his seat, Xia Zhixu also recovered, and the two got off the car one after another. Walk along the bus stop for a while until you reach the crossroads, Xia Zhixu is going to the opposite side of the road, and Xu Qichen is going to turn left and go home.

"I heard that your composition for the senior high school entrance examination is perfect.

Xia Zhixu's tone is easy to distinguish sincere, and Xu Qichen can only answer modestly, "It's just good luck."

"Just now, Teacher Zhang told me that I would speak on behalf of the freshmen, but I don't know how to write manuscripts, my language skills are very poor, you..." Xia Zhixu said, stopped, "You don't Can you help me?"

Xu Qichen also stopped, and looked back at Xia Zhixu who was worried.

He doesn't want to help.

In other words, he didn't want to contact anyone.

But seeing the person in front of him, seeing his black and white pupils, and I don't know why, so he agreed with such a ghost.

"Good." Xu Qichen lowered his eyes, "but my level is limited."

"It's okay! Thank you!" Xia Zhixu laughed so hard that he couldn't see his teeth. The little tiger teeth on his lips came out again, and Xu Qichen's eyes hurt in the sun.

This person is too dazzling.

"……I'm leaving."

Back home, Xia Zhixu finished the meal as quickly as possible. Before waiting all morning, Xia’s mother asked her son about the new school. So he slipped into his bedroom, opened the curtains, and sat at the desk. He took out a blank notebook and began to think about the idea of ​​the speech.

Mother Xia knocked on the door with the cut fruit. There was no sound inside, so she knocked again. Then she heard her son respond and opened the door, "Eat some fruit, what are you doing?"

Xia Zhixu didn't raise his head either. "The teacher chose me as the representative of the new students. I will speak at the military training mobilization meeting tomorrow. I am preparing to write a speech."

"Really?" Mother Xia touched Xia Zhixu's head and put the plate on the table, "As expected of my son." After she finished speaking, she took Xia Zhixu's shoulder again, "No, you used to I have not been a student representative less, so why are you so serious this time and write your own manuscript."

Xia Zhixu pushed her mother, "I'm in high school and I can't grow a little bit. Mom, go out."

"Well, don't disturb our new student representative, tomorrow's star~"

Mom was right, and she had never been so serious.

Thinking about the wording suitable for the scene before writing the pen, using various verbose and redundant rhetoric techniques, racking his brains to search for a suitable word, all these make Xia Zhixu, who has no interest in language, a waste of time.

but.

Xia Zhixu frowned, biting the end of the pen with his teeth.

I don't want him to feel that he is very low, and he doesn't want to be looked down upon by new friends.

This can be regarded as an excuse to barely conceal his inner tension.

Just for such a speech draft, Xia Zhixu didn't sleep at noon, just put down the pen, and when he looked up, he found that it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

Mother Xia, who was sitting in front of the TV and watching Korean dramas, saw her youngest son rushing out of the bedroom, and she knew that he was going to be late again.

"Go slowly, don't worry."

Panting and ran to the bus stop, and did not see the figure he expected to see.

I obviously didn't make an appointment to go to school together in the afternoon. Isn't it normal not to see people? With such a long break at noon, how could he happen to be waiting for the same bus as himself?

Xia Zhixu squeezed the notebook in his hand and watched the green bus approaching. He turned his neck and still didn't see anyone else. He swiped the card and got on the bus alone.

Perhaps this car drove slowly, or perhaps it took a long time to stop at each stop.

Holding the book tightly, Xia Zhixu found that the road from home to school was really far away.

Time is a clever liar.