My Mate Makes Me Hate Studies Chapter 7

On Tuesday and Wednesday, Jarvin Wen's deskmate was absent again. The head teacher Marcus Cheng came twice a day and stood at the back door of the classroom. When he saw Adrian Chi's seat was empty, he sighed deeply, then turned around with his hands behind his back and went to the next inspection point.

Liam Zhao stood with his English book covering his face and asked Jarvin Wen, "Don't you think Marcus Cheng is just torturing himself? He knew that Chi Ge was almost never in the classroom during evening self-study, but he still came over to take a look and sigh. Is he trying to... practice his lung capacity?"

Jarvin Wen felt that the person sitting in front of him had a very unique perspective on things.

"He often doesn't go to evening self-study?"

Liam Zhao: "That's right. Chi Ge comes to school like pi, with no regularity. It probably all depends on his mood after getting up that day. But there is one thing that never changes, that is, he doesn't go to evening self-study. Marcus Cheng was furious at first, like a fire-breathing Tyrannosaurus Rex with a pricked foot, squatting stubbornly to wait for Chi Ge, but when he found that he couldn't even see his shadow, he had to hold back tears and refused to give up."

Connor Shangguan poked Liam Zhao with a pen, "At 8:30, your game."

"Fcuk, thank you for reminding me, Your Majesty. I almost forgot!"

Liam Zhao looked around and made sure that there was no teacher, then he quietly took out the headphones from his schoolbag. His Bluetooth headphones had just been confiscated a few days ago, so he could only make do with wired ones.

The white headphone cord was tucked into the hem of the school uniform, passed through the collar, and finally the earplugs were inserted into the ears, and the live broadcast software was turned on.

He also cordially invited Jarvin Wen, "Do you want to join us? GAC and LP are playing in the finals! I bought the lottery ticket, LP will win 100%!"

Jarvin Wen turned the pen in his hand around his pale fingertips, "You watch the picture and I listen to the sound?"

Liam Zhao tried to hold back his laughter: "Just pretend I didn't say anything, it was just too cruel to hear that."

Connor Shangguan asked him, "Aren't you a die-hard fan of GAC? You spent so much money on it before that you couldn't even afford a meal, but now you've fallen in love with LP?"

Liam Zhao held his phone and said, "In the e-sports industry, being bad is the original sin. GAC will definitely lose. In this game, I am willing to join LP!"

As soon as the voice fell, someone coughed lightly. As if an alarm bell had sounded, the whole class sat up straight and wrote furiously, almost putting a sign above their heads that read "I am studying hard".

The head teacher Samuel Xu walked in from the classroom door and opened his mouth with a precise attack, "Wang Haoxuan, weren't you having a lot of fun playing games just now? Hand over the source of happiness."

Wang Haoxuan, who was called out, was a big guy. He shivered as if a high-voltage wire hit his forehead while he was walking. He tremblingly took out a switch from his school uniform pocket and put it into the canvas pocket in Samuel Xu's hand.

Samuel Xu took the things and made a few comments, "Don't look like your heart is bleeding and your face is wrinkled like a flower roll. I told you at the beginning of the school year that you are not allowed to bring mobile phones, game consoles, or music players to the classroom."

Liam Zhao booed in the back row, "It's a big deal. This thing is not cheap."

Samuel Xu successfully seized a trophy. "Also, I saw it at the door. Be conscious, don't let me call out your names."

The classroom was quiet for half a minute. Then, there was the sound of chairs rubbing against the floor. A girl in the third row stood up and handed in her cell phone.

Samuel Xu shook the cloth bag in his hand, looking calm and not ready to stop. "There's more."

No one spoke or moved in the classroom.

Liam Zhao leaned back beside Jarvin Wen's desk, controlled his mouth and whispered, "Old Xu's psychological tactics are getting better and better. Don't worry, I can handle it!"

Not long after, another boy handed in his PSP and said, "Please, Brother Xu, don't tell my mom that I saved the money by eating instant noodles for half a month!"

Samuel Xu: "You ate three packs of food in one meal? You've gained a lot of weight."

Muffled laughter rang out in the classroom.

Samuel Xu looked around, "No one?"

No one moved.

Just when everyone thought Samuel Xu would stop after this job, Samuel Xu stepped out of the door, turned around, and his eyes fell on the second to last row, "Liam Zhao, mobile phone, headphones, we can't lose any of them, what do you say?"

Liam Zhao's heart was bleeding, and he uttered a word from his throat: "...Okay."

When the bell rang for evening study, Liam Zhao had been looking hopeless for half an hour.

Jarvin Wen took out two unfinished test papers and put them in his schoolbag. Seeing Liam Zhao sitting motionless on the chair pretending to be a stone sculpture, he said, "You---"

Liam Zhao looked over with resentment in his eyes.

Jarvin Wen: "Nothing."

Taking bus 117 home, he opened the door and it was pitch black inside. Jarvin Wen then remembered that his grandmother had left on a plane in the morning. Although she has retired, as a lifetime honorary professor of the Department of Physics at Mingnan University, she still receives many invitations to academic conferences at home and abroad.

Jarvin Wen turned on the light, changed his shoes, and entered the room as usual. But when he passed the closed door of the study, he subconsciously stopped. He tightened his hand holding the strap of his black schoolbag, and then loosened it.

It was a windy winter day, and the windows of the study were closed. The air was filled with a stale, stuffy smell mixed with the faint smell of paint from the new bookshelves. Jarvin Wen closed the door and took a deep breath in the narrow room.

He was familiar with the books neatly arranged on the shelves; they belonged to his father, his mother, and his sister.

once.

Squatting down, Jarvin Wen opened the storage box piled in the corner. A wooden photo frame was on the top, facing down. He reached out and tried to turn the photo frame over, but it was as if an invisible thorn in the air pierced his fingertips - he retreated at the last second.

With a "bang", Jarvin Wen almost panickedly left the study, opened the door and ran out.

Passing the intersection of Jiuzhang Road and Qixia Road, Adrian Chi hummed a few lines of a song, and then heard Lily say, "Brother, stop singing. Your singing is worse than Zhao Junze from our class."

"You're not happy with my accompaniment? You're so picky." Ikeno looked down at his sister, "I say, little idiot, if you put on a helmet and cover your ears through it, will it work?"

Lily looked at her palms and thought, "It seems... useless?"

Ikeno sighed for the umpteenth time, feeling that his sister was not very smart and was really frustrating.

Lily blew a breath into her palm, "Brother, can you take me with you when you deliver goods in the future?"

Paying attention to the cars on both sides, Adrian Chi asked her distractedly, "The construction site is dirty and messy, don't you mind?"

"I don't mind," Lily shook her head, her voice softening a little, "You went out to deliver goods, and I was home alone. The dog next door kept barking, and I was scared."

Adrian Chi's heart was like a bottle of lemonade, so sour that his breathing was stagnant for two seconds. After a while, he spoke, "Okay, brother promises you, I will take you wherever I can."

After turning another corner, Adrian Chi suddenly slowed down and ordered his sister, "Lily, look ahead. Is that the guy in school uniform, Cola brother?"

Lily recognized him at the first sight, "Yes! It's Brother Kele!"

"Yes, yes, why are you twisting your body on the bike? Can you be more ladylike? You broke this broken motorcycle, so we can only measure the earth with our feet!" He drove the car to the curb and stopped, and Adrian Chi got out of the car, "Put on your beloved little helmet and follow me."

Lily is excited: "Okay!"

Jiuzhang Road seems more lively at night than during the day. The warm street lights are on, the fruit stalls are using loudspeakers to repeat "two boxes of strawberries for ten yuan, two boxes for ten yuan", and the noodle shop owner is wearing an apron covered in oil and smoking at the door, with the brightly lit shop behind him.

Adrian Chi walked towards where Jarvin Wen was. When he got closer, he found that the man seemed to have his soul taken away by a demon. He was standing on the side of the road, acting as a human signpost, motionless, and all the worldly air around him was blocked out.

Maybe...something happened?

Ikeno actually didn't quite understand this state. He always felt that adolescent depression, isolation from the world, worry, fear and confusion about the future were all Fcuking pretentious.

Life is like that. He doesn't believe in fate and relies on himself.

The light of car lights approached from afar, piercing his eyes. He saw Jarvin Wen stepping off the curb without noticing. Adrian Chi cursed, took a few big steps over, grabbed the man's wrist and pulled it back hard, cursing, "Do you still want to die?"

His wrist hurt, and the next second, all kinds of noises from the world filled his ears again. Jarvin Wen looked up in shock and met Adrian Chi's face.

The dim light from the street lamps fell from above, and Adrian Chi's sharp facial features were carefully outlined and shaded, which rushed into Jarvin Wen's eyes with great impact.

A silver van sped past the roadside, stirring up a gust of wind.

Beside the sycamore tree trunk, Adrian Chi raised his hand and touched Jarvin Wen's forehead, "You haven't even developed a fever yet, but you've become stupid?"

Seeing Jarvin Wen staring at him without blinking and without saying a word, Adrian Chi lost his patience, "You go buy medicine when you're sick, and go home when you're healthy. You stand on the street in a daze, do you think you're going to die?"

After asking this question, Jarvin Wen responded, "Yeah."

Ikeno: ...

He turned his head and called his sister who was holding a small helmet behind him, "Lily, come and see if your brother Coke is stupid."

Lily trotted over and stood beside her brother's legs. She looked up at Jarvin Wen and frowned worriedly. "It seems so."

Jarvin Wen came back to his senses and asked, "Ya Ya?" His voice was still a little hoarse.

Lily smiled with round eyes, tugging at his brother's clothes, "Brother, Coke brother is not stupid, he still knows Lily!"

Ikeno: "I know, I know, stop it, don't pull it."

Jarvin Wen's gaze moved down to his wrist.

Ikeno's hand was still clenched there.

"You can let go now."

Adrian Chi let go of his hand for a second and put it back into his pocket. After two seconds, he came to his senses - this man's wrist was too thin. If he used a third of his strength, it would probably break. If he hadn't seen him fighting with a broken water pipe, he would probably think he was weak and hungry.

Riding a motorcycle over, Ikeno skillfully propped his legs on the curb. Lily was self-conscious and climbed onto the bike in two moves, and even put on her pink helmet by herself.

Without moving, Adrian Chi looked at Jarvin Wen who was wrapped in coldness, "Do you want to get in the car? I'll give you a ride?"

Lily showed her eyes from under Adrian Chi's arm, "Brother Kele, I don't take up space. I'm a kid, and the three of us won't get caught."

He took a half step back, and when Jarvin Wen spoke, there was white air coming out of his mouth, which was more obvious under the street light. He shook his head, and his voice was not as hoarse as before, "No need to bother."

After meeting a few times, Adrian Chi was sure of Jarvin Wen's personality, so he didn't force it. "Okay, I'll go first."

After that, the engine hummed suddenly, and Adrian Chi hung the black mask on his ears and warned Lily, "Hurry up and sit tight. If you fall on the side of the road, I won't rescue you."

Lily sat up straight in an instant.

The white smoke from the motorcycle was like the only warmth in the cold winter. Jarvin Wen said, "Thank you."

The voice was mixed in with the roar of the engine, but Adrian Chi still heard it. He said "hmm", curled his lips in a slightly rogue manner, and casually pulled up the black mask with his fingers to cover the lower half of his face, "Let's go."