TTCTT Ch68part1

Chapter 68 – School Bully x Academic Bully

Song Chenyi woke up in a daze and wanted to hug Zhu Chi in his arms.

He stretched out his hand and groped in bed for a long time, only to find that he could not touch Zhu Chi.

Great anxiety forced his nerves to wake up quickly, and Song Chenyi opened his eyes, where there was Zhu Chi around him.

‘Where is my boyfriend? What about my beautiful and lovely boyfriend?!’

It is clear that they slept together last night!

At this moment, Song Chenyi discovered something was wrong in front of him.

Not only did Zhu Chi disappear, but even the room where he is lying now has changed a lot.

No, not at all.

Where the hell is this place?

No matter where he is, he is flustered when he can’t find Zhu Chi for a moment. No, he quickly puts on his clothes and holds the door handle to go out and look for him.

At this moment, Song Chenyi saw the mirror in front of the door and confirmed that his face had not changed.

His eyes caught a glimpse of the school uniform on the hanger, which was painted with the school emblem of Pingcheng No.1 Middle School.

…..

Pingcheng No.1 Middle School.

It’s time to rest after doing exercises, and the fans in the classroom are creaking, which is annoying. All the wind blowing in the open window is hot and dry in summer, and students are fanning their faces with thinner exercise books.

Meiyu in Pingcheng is coming, and the dark clouds under the leaden sky are continuous, just like the huge wings of black.

Like a monotonous, low saturation world, recorded by black film frame by frame.

Zhu Chi felt breathless and his chest felt stuffy.

Coming and going in the corridor, several girls who accompanied each other were holding ice cream in their hands with youthful smiles on their faces.

Zhu Chi sat at the lecture table in the classroom, and the nearest fan on the flower board was also in the first row. But still, only a few wisps of cool air poured into his neck.

His position in the sitting arrangement was arranged by his mother, asking the teacher to help him.

The sitting arrangement was according to the student’s height. Zhu Chi sat next to a student with poor grades but good personality. Zhu Chi has a social phobia, so he was comfortable to sit with him.

Later, after her mother opened a family meeting and learned about the achievements of Zhu Chi’s table, she asked the teacher to change his position without saying anything. The final result was that Zhu Chi was arranged next to the podium, and a single table was placed there with him sitting alone.

Zhu Chi’s teacher once told his mother that Zhu Chi is introverted and having a deskmate would be better , which can help him exercise his social skills.

Zhu Chi’s mother is determined that at Zhu Chi’s age, he doesn’t need to have a good relationship with people around him, as long as he can study hard and get a good grade without being influenced by anyone.

When the bell rang, Zhu Chi raised his eyes, and a drop of sweat slipped into his eyes, which stung.

The students who entered the classroom excitedly begged that after the summer vacation, they would install cabinet air conditioners in their classrooms, so that it would not be hot in the summer.

But when they approached Zhu Chi, their voices dropped to whispers.

“Let’s keep it down, so as not to affect the study of university tyrants.”

“His mother went to the teacher’s office to make trouble before, like a bitch. Let’s stay away from him.”

“Maybe he doesn’t like us either.”

….

Zhu Chi zipped his lips and said nothing.

His listening has always been good. He wondered if the people who talk about him know it. This just belongs to the category that he can hear even whispers.

However, if he stabs himself, it will not be embarrassing for him anymore. He’ll just think that the hurt he is feeling is from that action instead of being hurt from the judgemental statements.

He punctured the black pen into his hand, and his eyes seemed to be hurt more.

But soon, all the tingling and discomfort he could feel turned into numbness.

For a long time, the environment has made him erect a barrier around himself automatically, and the numbness of emotion will not make him think negatively.

The world around him has faded quietly, and their voices are gradually lost in the background.

The position next to the podium is very special.

Sitting here, he can feel the sight of a handful of monkeys from the zoo from time to time.

The teacher then asked Zhu Chi to answer a question again.

The teacher praised him again, and he must be very proud.

‘Stop talking about him, he doesn’t even look at us.’

When Zhu Chi came down from the podium after solving the problem, he felt weak at the bottom of his feet and his senses were pulled away, as if he were looking at a colorless painting.

Like everyone in the painting, he has no color.

He sat down and stared at his fingertips stained with chalk dust.

When he first entered school, although he was reticent, the people around him didn’t mean anything to him. After all, he was only regarded as a quiet scholar, that’s all.

When did it start to change?

A beautifully printed card was accidentally stuffed in the drawer of his table. Zhu Chi curiously opened it and saw that it was an invitation card to invite him to a birthday party.

He could only blink back at it dumbfoundedly.

Zhu Chi was invited for the first time, and his platinum eyes sparkled like a doll hiding in a corner but not forgotten. He was like a villain finally invited into a party in some kind of fairytale.

At that time, he felt that his own world would be painted with colorful bright colors one by one like oil painting and make good friends.

Just then, his deskmate stood at the door, impatiently waving at him and telling him to follow the desk into the office.

The memory behind becomes noisy and chaotic, and the blue and white clouds in the oil painting suddenly appear cracks, and then it fade, fade, fade. ….

“Zhu Chi’s grades should be stable in the future. If you let him sit with the poor students, wouldn’t that ruin him?”

“I don’t care, you must change the seating arrangement for Zhu Chi.”

“Mother, that’s not what I said …”

“Zhu Chi … you will switch tables.”

“What about the invitation card you sent me?”

The deskmate answered with a sneer on his lips, and he left the office without saying a word. At the moment of closing the door, Zhu Chi saw a tear hit the ground.

Pop!

The sound of the pen hitting his desk awakened Zhu Chi’s thoughts.

He returned the pen that he had not held steady just now to his hand. It was obvious that it would be hot and make people sweat all over, but he felt cold in his back.

When doing the exercises left by the teacher on the blackboard, Cao Chen, who was sitting in the first row, poked him and borrowed a pen from him.

Zhu Chi didn’t refuse. He opened his pencil case and handed him the unused new pen.

Cao Chen took it with no expression. Zhu Chi’s expression was blank for two seconds, and his eyes returned to the dense draft paper that he had been calculating.

If Zhu Chi is the first, then Cao Chen is the second for as long as anyone could remember, and there has been no way to replace him.

However, he is one of the few friends in this class.

Because Cao Chen, like him, also has a social fear.

Not very likable social fear.

He has an uncanny affinity for every class.

….

During the evening self-study, Zhu Chi walked home alone with his schoolbag on his back.

His home is not far from here, so he is a day student.

He has poor eyesight at night and suffers from night blindness, so he often wears a pair of glasses with low degree when walking at night.

His schoolbag is so heavy and his glasses frame is too heavy as well.

He raised his eyes and saw people coming and going on the road with their friends, lovers, and children jumping on the road holding hands with their families. As long as they were not alone, most of them were smiling.

He looked at it for a while, then quickly looked back and drew a line with something that didn’t belong to him.

The social fear in Zhu Chi is not to hate people’s contact.

He just ran away, just afraid, afraid of being the only one who was ignored.

No one has taught him such a thing. He is stupid and timid. He is not good at making friends or anything.

“Zhu Chi.”

Suddenly, a figure appeared beside Zhu Chi. It was the boy who borrowed his pen today.

Cao Chen doesn’t know why he suddenly called him, but he did. In order not to be embarrassed, he can only walk naturally in one place and then find a suitable time to say goodbye.

Two people walked all the way in silence.