Peach Branch Bubbles - Chapter 8

Tao Zhi leaned against the wall, hiding himself in the shadows, watching the oolong rivalry between the two inside through the glass window.

She should have rushed in and dragged Song Jiang away at the first time, but she tried to get in several times, but she always felt that she couldn’t move forward.

Her eyes stopped on Jiang Qihuai inside.

The boy wore the uniform shirt uniform of the convenience store. He was tall and thin. During the action, the shirt folds were supported by the outline of the skeleton. The sleeves were folded up twice. Under the cold light, the skin showed a sickly pale, and his expression was cold and cold. strangeness.

There is a sense of alienation that is very different from when I was in school.

This is the Jiang Qihuai of another world.

It was the weak connection that had just been established between them that was far from enough for her to spy on his own private world.

The sensor glass door of the convenience store opened and closed, and the conversation between the two people faintly spread out. Tao Zhi sighed, took out his mobile phone and called Song Jiang.

Song Jiang picked it up, turned his back and lowered his voice sneakily: “What’s the matter? Why didn’t you come in?”

“Get out now, don’t be embarrassed anymore,” Tao Zhi said impatiently.

Song Jiang: “Didn’t you always want to beat him up? Anyway, he’s outside of school anyway.”

“It’s an early truce, I want to beat you up now, anyway, it’s outside the school.”

Song Jiang moved out reluctantly.

Tao Zhi hung up the phone, put in his coat pocket, raised his head, and Jiang Qihuai suddenly turned his head in the convenience store.

The two people collided with each other, and Tao Zhi was stunned.

Jiang Qihuai fixed his eyes for a moment and looked at her indifferently.

Song Jiang came over there and said grinningly: “What’s the matter? Why call me—”

Tao Zhi grabbed the sleeve of his jacket, turned his head and left.

She was in a hurry, and Song Jiang took two steps to keep up: “Hey, what are you in a hurry, the stew will not run anymore.”

After walking out of this street, Tao Zhi slowed down and turned his head: “What did you two say?”

Song Jiang recalled: “I asked him how he wanted to die.”

“Fool.” Tao Zhi said objectively.

“He said he will be off work in four hours.” Song Jiang couldn’t understand, “Is he serious or pretending to be forced?”

Tao Zhi ignored him, and after four hours of calculation, it was dawn.

I haven’t seen him go to bed in class. Doesn’t this person need sleep?

They were sitting outside the braised cooking stall, Tao Zhi propped his head in a daze, the store’s stuff was quickly up, Song Jiang was still entangled, “Although you two have a truce, but I have finished the battle, will it seem like running away? “Too embarrassing” about this, and glanced at his watch for the third time, and said anxiously: “There are only three hours left.”

“…”

As soon as Tao Zhi put his chopsticks down, he nodded: “You can sit here and wait for another three hours, anyway, the boss won’t rush people.”

Song Jiang: “What about you.”

Tao Zhi stood up and walked outside, and waved his hands behind his back: “I’m going home to sleep.”

Song Jiang: “…”

Tao Zhi was paralyzed at home like a salted fish for two days, day and night, and didn’t care about the time. He woke up, brushed up on American TV shows, played games, and went to sleep when he was sleepy. The weekend quickly passed.

The sequelae caused by the reversal of day and night was that she overslept on Monday, and Aunt Zhang knocked on the door several times before finally quarreling her.

Tao Zhi unhurriedly got up to wash and went downstairs. The driver was looking down at his watch when he went out with the toast in his mouth. Tao Zhi climbed into the car and looked at him courteously from the rear mirror: “Uncle Gu, I don’t have to tell Lao Tao about such trivial things as I will be late and leave early in the future, what do you think.”

The driver held back a smile: “I know, I know.”

When I arrived at school, the flag-raising ceremony had already begun. In the playground, all teachers and students stood neatly according to their class and age. Class I was the first in the second year of high school.

Tao Zhi passed through the end of the team, passed more than a dozen classes, and walked to the end of the first class.

Jiang Qihuai is the last one, and Li Shuangjiang is in front of him.

Tao Zhi stood at the end of the row of girls. The row of girls was two fewer than boys. She happened to be next to Li Shuangjiang, and Li Shuangjiang turned his head when he heard the voice: “Morning, squad leader.”

Tao Zhi still held the unfinished piece of toast in his mouth, raised his hand, and said vaguely: “Morning.”

“Have you done your homework on the weekend?” Li Shuangjiang asked.

Tao Zhi ate the white soft bread, pulled off the light-colored corners outside, and threw it in the trash can behind him, asking sincerely, “What’s left for homework?”

“…The paper issued last Friday,” Li Shuangjiang said, “I will remind you that every Monday before class, there will be a ten-minute quiz. The questions will be drawn from the weekend homework. If there is a mistake, he will give you one. Similarly, changing the answer and continuing to change it if the answer is incorrect is very abnormal.”

Wang Er is the mathematics teacher of his class, named Wang Jie, the head teacher of the third class, and the head of the mathematics school year. He is known for his various methods of torturing students.

Tao Zhi has never heard of such a trick: “Until I get it right?”

Li Shuangjiang: “Until you get it right.”

Tao Zhi didn’t take it seriously: “That’s not bad.”

Copy the Xueba’s.

Li Shuangjiang saw through what she was thinking: “Don’t think about it. Your front and back tables, including your tablemates, may be different from the papers you got.”

“…What’s the meaning.”

“It means that Wang Er will prepare four different questions every time he takes a small test, not necessarily which set of questions everyone has sent.”

Tao Zhi: “…”

Tao Zhi didn’t expect to encounter such a cruel test in the second week of school. For a while, he didn’t know how to get through the remaining two years of the first class.

Every day I am fighting wits and courage with teachers in various subjects.

Also face awkward classmates.

Throughout the afternoon in the group discussion of each subject, the atmosphere of the last group in the first row of the second grade class was a bit strange.

Fu Xiling didn’t talk a lot at first, Jiang Qihuai could just be a dumb person. In the group discussion last week, Tao Zhi was actually asking some strange questions to make the atmosphere less embarrassing.

For example, how to solve the root sign, and what is the chemical equation of calcium carbonate.

As a result, Tao Zhi didn’t even say anything this week, and didn’t lie down on the table. Her elbows only supported her narrow chair back. Sometimes she accidentally touched Jiang Qihuai’s table, and she retracted it.

She was a little uncomfortable because of the weekend.

She wanted to explain, but she felt as though saying everything was strange.

After the chemistry get out of class in the morning, Tao Zhi mustered up the courage again, turned his head, tapped his fingertips on the back of the chair, glanced at the person who looked down at the vocabulary list, and stopped talking.

“Just say what you want.” Jiang Qihuai suddenly said.

Tao Zhi blinked: “Huh?”

“It’s been twisting up and down all morning,” Jiang Qihuai raised his head, “What do you want me to do?”

“…What do I mean by begging you?” Tao Zhi didn’t know why this person could get so angry just by opening her mouth, she narrowed her eyes uncomfortably, “I begged you?”

“You thought about how to copy the math test?” Jiang Qihuai asked back.

“Didn’t he make the wrong one, then I can’t get it all wrong,” Tao Zhi said nonchalantly, “he still consumes me?”

“…”

Awesome.

Jiang Qihuai did not speak any more, and looked down again.

Tao Zhi is not as awkward as in the morning, she said sincerely and curiously: “Don’t you need to sleep?”

Jiang Qihuai turned a page of the book and obviously understood her question: “I only have night shifts on weekends.”

He raised the matter head-on, and Tao Zhi began to feel uncomfortable again.

She cleared her throat and asked knowingly: “Did you fight with Shih Yu that day?”

“No.”

Tao Zhi looked at him not salty or indifferent, and was a little curious: “Do you really fight?”

Jiang Qihuai raised his eyes: “Do you want to try?”

“You really want to tear up the peace treaty,” Tao Zhi reached out to him, “You return my sincerity to me.”

Jiang Qihuai reacted for a while before realizing that her peace treaty refers to the little gingerbread man with a truce written on it.

Sincerity probably also refers to this.

He nodded and said calmly: “You wrote a truce, and when you turn around, you ask someone to ask me how I want to die.”

Tao Zhi sold Song Jiang without even thinking about it: “I didn’t ask him to ask, he just likes to fight,” Tao Zhi said very seriously, “Sometimes walking on the street and seeing casually. Without a second word, he rushed forward and punched someone, without knowing why.”

Jiang Qihuai: “…”

Listening to Fu Xiling in the corner: “…”

In the eighth class downstairs, Song Jiang was bragging to others, and suddenly sneezed while blowing.

“Thinking and cursing, who misses me?” Song Jiang muttered in wonder.

The last class in the morning was mathematics. As expected, Wang Er walked in with a few stacks of papers, and handed the papers to the first row of each group with a book under his arm: “Don’t chat, take the exam, see if you hand it in. My son couldn’t make so many mistakes in his junior high school this year.”

Tao Zhi took the paper handed over by Li Shuangjiang and took a look.

There are three left, and sure enough, each one is different.

She randomly took one and looked at it from the beginning. There were five questions in total, all of which were big questions, and there was no chance for people to even get the answer.

The exam lasted fifteen minutes.

Wang Er pinched a bit in front. When the time came, he took the triangle ruler and knocked on the blackboard: “Okay, let’s finish it here. You can’t finish writing this problem in 15 minutes? The paper is passed from back to front. Li Shuangjiang, you back The table has been waiting for you for a long time.”

After finishing the last inscription, Li Shuangjiang put down his pen and turned his head, and took a look at Tao Zhi’s paper.

How did the Tao Zhi scroll got it and hand it in. Except for an extra name at the front, the main topic below is blank.

Li Shuangjiang: “…”

As expected of the monitor.

Tao Zhi held one hand forward and the other stretched back. After waiting for two seconds, he felt Jiang Qihuai’s paper pat her palm.

She took it, and just about to pass it up, she caught a glimpse of a piece of note paper on it.

The gingerbread villain was folded up, cut in the middle, and a crease was added.

Tao Zhi took the note paper, handed it over, and turned his head: “What does this mean?”

“Your sincerity.” Jiang Qihuai said.

Did you really give it back to her?

“Are you wanting to declare war with me? It’s all said that I didn’t let Xiong Yu find you fault, why are you like this—” Tao Zhi said, angrily unfolding the urinary note, and then had a conversation.

On the villain, there were two more words under her “truce”.

It’s not her characters, the font is slightly oblique, the pen is sharp, and the vertical and sloping strokes are stretched very long.

-Quasi-playing.

Tao Zhi: “…?”