TTCTT Ch69part2

He lowered his eyelids and unconsciously loosened his collar. He suddenly felt strange and breathless.

Hot and dry mixed with cold, came at him together.

He doesn’t know how long it took, but Zhu Chi regained his good mood and was about to spread out his problem book to do the problem when he heard the air in the classroom suddenly quiet down.

This is not surprising. It should be the teacher who came in.

Zhu Chi didn’t care and continued to do his problem.

Perhaps in order to shield something, Zhu Chi is particularly focused every time he does the problem, and he can even forget what is happening around him.

The head teacher came in, with a slight cough, and announced to everyone, “There is a new transfer student in our class. We asked him to introduce himself.”

A familiar voice, which seems to have been heard not long ago, sounded from the podium: “Song Chenyi.”

The voice is not gentle, even a little distant, and there is a feeling that people are deliberately pushing outward.

But he still can’t help but raise his eyes. His bright eyes stared at the figure standing on the podium with the class teacher.

Everyone else in the class is different. His body is full of unruly breath.

Zhu Chi has long been polished round, but in front of him, this person is like an out-and-out obtuse angle, standing in the line of sight of everyone without fear.

Miraculously, the feeling of being out of breath suddenly disappeared.

Song Chenyi felt something, and bowed his eyes, looking at Zhu Chi’s sparkling eyes.

As if peeking was discovered, Zhu Chi wanted to cover up with his book to block his eyes, and the small works made Song Chenyi’s eyes ripple.

Just once, it smoothed Song Chenyi’s anxiety that he didn’t see Zhu Chi for a day.

Fortunately, Zhu Chi stays in the same world as him.

None of them disappeared inexplicably.

Song Chenyi almost couldn’t help it. If this Zhu Chi is willing to raise his eyes to see him, he must feel that Song Chenyi is a super-familiar weirdo.

Zhu Chi’s avoidance made Song Chenyi aware of a problem.

In this world, Zhu Chi doesn’t seem to know him.

Song Chenyi even speculated that this might be a parallel world, or an absurd dream he had with Zhu Chi. In this world, Zhu Chi didn’t know him, and they continued to meet with each other in a different fate.

It doesn’t matter, no matter how many times, no matter where he is, he is willing to get to know him again and bring him back to himself again and again.

….

He thinks it was God’s play, or someone’s bad taste. Song Chenyi was arranged by the teacher to sit with Zhao Dai.

Since the last time Shen Baiyan came to make trouble, Zhu Chi and Zhao Dai were changed into different positions. Zhu Chi sat at a single table next to the podium, and Zhao Dai sat alone.

Song Chenyi is nowhere near him, anyway, as long as he can stay in the same classroom as him. It’s all the same where he sits.

When Song Chenyi sat down, he found a cup of milk tea on everyone’s desk, but Zhu Chi’s desk was empty.

Zhao Dai paid attention to Song Chenyi’s eyes, and then he said kindly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know there would be a transfer student coming today. I’ll supply you with milk tea another day.”

Seeing that Song Chenyi was still looking at Zhu Chi, Zhao Dai was afraid of his mistake, and explained, “You just came here. You don’t know, that man is crast, and there is no good fruit to eat close to him.”

Song Chenyi looked at him and frowned.

When he came to this classroom, Song Chenyi vaguely felt that something was wrong here.

So he began to talk to Zhao Dai: “Look, why is there no good fruit to eat with him?”

There’s no way for Zhao Dai to talk. When he asks, it’s just like finding an outlet, telling all the things that Zhu Chi’s former mother came to make trouble with and that almost the whole class doesn’t like him now.

Song Chenyi looked at Zhu Chi sitting alone next to the podium, his eyelids closed down, and his brow was full of unhappiness.

His dark eyes flashed a strange emotion and slowly said, “I see.”

Zhao Dai thought that he was a common enemy, so he tried to say to him, “So in the future, you should remember to stay away from him.”

Song Chenyi tilted his head, tearing at the end of his eyes were cold and chilling.

Zhao Dai heard him with his mouth, saying a word-

Impossible

…

The head teacher arranged a difficult problem, and no one in the class could solve it in ten minutes.

Song Chenyi concentrated on looking after his boyfriend, and looked at Zhu Chi with anticipation, waiting for him to solve the problem effortlessly and surprise the audience.

However, Zhu Chi buried his head so low as if afraid of being seen by others, trying to narrow his sense of existence as much as possible.

The teacher called Zhu Chi’s name, and his shoulders shook obviously, like a puppet receiving instructions, and he stood up very slowly.

While handing him the chalk, the teacher reprimanded the other people in the class: “Take a good look at what he would do. How can people’s brains work? You are all just like wood.”

Zhu Chi slowly opened his eyes, seemingly unaware of the teacher’s behavior, and shook his head subconsciously, but his trivial work was not noticed by many people.

Malice is overwhelming like a spider web.

“You don’t have to step on a class to hold him alone.”

“I hate him.”

“If this continues, I really want to change classes.”

…

Zhu Chi stood on the podium, looking at everyone under the podium, and suddenly felt that he was standing on the edge of a cliff, and the whole person was teetering.

The world is dark again.

He suddenly seemed to be unable to stand, and the chalk fell apart.

He really wants to escape.

He wants to go home.

He wants to go home.

A lazy voice suddenly appeared, like a discordant note, interrupting the spread of malice.

Song Chenyi became the new focus and slowly raised his hand: “Teacher, I have a request.”

The head teacher looked at the new transfer student. He lifted his glasses frame and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Song Chenyi looked at Zhu Chi with gentle eyes and lifted him out of the drowning predicament.

Zhu Chi blinked at him lightly.

He heard him say: “I also want to move to sit next to the podium.”