Paper Plane

For a month, Zhou Lin really disappeared.

Without those sticky eyes staring at him, and no one following him like a shadow, Tang Junhe felt the long-lost relaxation.

Sometimes he would think that he had completely got rid of Zhou Lin—this is not impossible, maybe Zhou Lin was ruined in Runcheng, and he couldn't even guarantee a basic living, so he could only go to other cities to make a living.

This fluke thought allowed him to spend the most carefree month in nearly six years. After school, he can stay in the empty classroom as he likes for a full hour—he lied to Tang Xiaonian that the school added an hour of self-study class, as long as it involves learning, Tang Xiaonian Nian never suspected him.

Sometimes after finishing the test papers, he would stand in front of the windowsill of the classroom and watch Yang Xuan play basketball on the basketball court downstairs. It is undeniable that he has always had a desire to get close to Yang Xuan. When no one is paying attention, he will stare at Yang Xuan with unscrupulous eyes. Out of greed and thirst.

However, when Yang Xuan wanted to approach him intentionally, he couldn't control himself and wanted to run away.

Later, Tang Junhe gradually realized his contradictory mentality, perhaps because he was always infatuated with Yang Xuan in his imagination, the Yang Xuan who brought the only bright color to his gloomy childhood, he wanted to escape, just because He was afraid that the current Yang Xuan would destroy the Yang Xuan in his memory.

After all, he knew nothing about the current Yang Xuan.

One day after a month, Zhou Lin appeared again.

When Tang Junhe got off the bus that day, the night had completely fallen, and there was a round moon covered by clouds in the sky. He was humming an unknown song, and walked slowly and briskly past the beginning of the cicadas singing. Loud tree-lined path.

Along with that figure, there was that disgusting smell of alcohol. Zhou Lin rushed up and hugged his waist, trying to stick those two alcohol-soaked lips to Tang Junhe's face.

"You fucking..." Tang Junhe gritted his teeth and cursed, trying to get rid of him. After being drunk, Zhou Lin showed an astonishing strength, his arms tightly wrapped around Tang Junhe.

Tang Junhe felt a trace of fear in his heart. At this moment, he clearly realized the power gap between himself and the adult Zhou Lin. If he couldn't break free, Zhou Lin might really drag him to a secluded corner , what to do to him.

This kind of fear drove him to use all his strength to break free from Zhou Lin's two iron pincer-like arms, and then ran away. Zhou Lin rushed forward and grabbed his arm, begging him not to leave.

"Xiaohe, stay with me, okay? Don't leave, okay..."

Tang Junhe tried his best to pull his arm out of his hand, he kicked Zhou Lin fiercely again and again, but all his strength was in vain, Zhou Lin squatted like a rascal Get down and drag him desperately with both hands, refusing to let him move a step forward.

"I, I don't have a job anymore..." Zhou Lin's ordinary face shed ugly tears, "I went to many schools, but they refused to accept me. I won't be able to be a teacher in the future..." He cried Said, "Xiaohe, there is no point in my life, only you, only you..."

Tang Junhe really wanted to say that he deserved what he deserved, but Zhou Lin in front of him really frightened him. He tried to withdraw his arm in panic, and then found in despair that all his efforts were of no avail.

"You **** let me go!" Tang Junhe kicked Zhou Lin's legs, body, and shoulders with the soles of his shoes, every time with full resentment and strength, Zhou Lin didn't resist, just firmly Pulling Tang Junhe's arm and refusing to let go, he curled up into a ball and cried, begging vaguely, begging for Tang Junhe's mercy and company.

At this moment, the film police patrolling at night took a flashlight and took a photo from a distance: "Hey, what are you doing over there?!"

Zhou Lin withdrew his hand abruptly, staggered to his feet, and ran away in a panic just as the police came over.

"Did you hit him just now?" The film policeman came over, looked at Tang Junhe with scrutiny and asked.

"If a homicide happened here, would you take responsibility?" Tang Junhe held his burning wrist, looked at the policeman coldly and said.

The film policeman's heart skipped a beat when he saw his cold eyes, and asked inexplicably, "What did you say?"

"There may be a homicide case here in the past few days. That person just wanted to kill me, please do your job well." After Tang Junhe finished speaking, he looked back at the road Zhou Lin ran away, regardless of the policeman's presence on his side. Scolding him behind his back, he walked away without stopping.

The police can't help at all, Tang Junhe has always thought this way, he tried to call the police, but it was useless at all, they can't control Zhou Lin's rogue follow-up.

Perhaps because of being overly frightened, Tang Junhe had another dream this night. Yang Xuan did not appear in this dream, only him and Zhou Lin. He dreamed that Zhou Lin jumped up and hugged him tightly, trying to get close to him with those two lips that smelled of alcohol. He took the knife he had prepared in advance, and at the moment Zhou Lin was about to succeed, he stabbed Zhou Lin's stomach fiercely. Zhou Lin's blood sprayed several meters high and splashed on his face and body. He saw Zhou Lin lying in a pool of blood in front of him, and a sense of revenge rose in his heart.

In the dream he was relieved, feeling an unprecedented relief.

After waking up from that dream, Tang Junhe walked lightly to the living room, picked up a fruit knife, and then went back to the room in the dark.

In the cold moonlight, he carefully looked at the sharp fruit knife, and thought blankly, maybe he should kill Zhou Lin, kill the shadow of his childhood that he once brought to himself, and the shadow he brought to him now. All my desires for Yang Xuan came from me.

Kill Zhou Lin, all these things will end, he will no longer be entangled by that kind of maggot-like eyes, and he can completely get rid of the shadow of being followed.

Anyway, for a person like Zhou Lin, no matter how he dies, he deserves his crime. After all, as a teacher, Zhou Lin not only tried to moles him, but also made him suffer from cold violence on campus...

Holding the knife, Tang Junhe gradually fell asleep thinking about what happened to him being followed by Zhou Lin on and off for six years.

After that day, Zhou Lin, who had no job, stalked Tang Junhe even more. To make matters worse, he began to drink frequently, and was no longer satisfied with simple stalking and lust, but tried several times to rush up to Tang Junhe. Jun Hyuk had physical contact.

Tang Junhe carries a fruit knife in her pocket every day. Tang Xiaonian was surprised that the fruit knife at home suddenly disappeared. After searching for it, she said to herself that she probably threw it away with the trash Then I went to the supermarket to buy a new fruit knife on the way home.

How can I get rid of Zhou Lin completely? Tang Junhe thinks about this problem all the time, thinking about it in class, thinking about it after class, thinking about it after school, thinking about it when going home, even thinking about it in dreams.

He has no way to directly stab Zhou Lin to death, otherwise he will go to jail. He checked the information very early on. If a teenager under the age of 18 commits the crime of intentional homicide, he may be sentenced to life imprisonment and spend his whole life in prison , if not a lifetime, then decades.

Tang Xiaonian will collapse, Tang Junhe thought, it doesn't matter if he goes to jail, if he can get rid of that gaze, he is even willing to die with Zhou Lin. But Tang Xiaonian regards him as her life. If she finds out that he was sentenced to life imprisonment for stabbing Zhou Lin to death, she might really break down and go crazy.

In the self-study class on Friday, Yang Xuan went to the basketball court to train as usual. Tang Junhe was doing Chinese test papers while thinking about how to get rid of Zhou Lin at night.

The boys in the class are all about to move - an MP4 containing adult images is being secretly circulated in private.

The dangerous and attractive MP4 was passed to Feng Bo. Feng Bo turned his head to wink at Chen Hao who was across the aisle, and turned his head to look in Tang Junhe's direction.

"How do you think he will react when he gets this?" Feng Bo whispered while pinching the MP4 maliciously.

"Maybe I thought it was full of cartoons." Chen Hao also glanced in Tang Junhe's direction.

"Try?" Feng Bo was eager to try.

Chen Hao laughed aloud: "Then what if he knows the goods and detains them for you?"

"Then grab it back." After Feng Bo finished speaking, he turned the volume of the MP4 to the maximum, turned around and passed it to the classmate in the back seat, and said in a low voice, "Hey, pass it to Tang Junhe, and tell him that there is Olympiad video. Remember, let everyone only pass on males, not females."

"Fuck, a family heirloom?" The boy in the back row laughed out loud, realizing it, and passed it back to the other boys.

The MP4s were passed one by one, and passed to the boy in front of Tang Junhe. The boy turned his head and knocked on Tang Junhe's desk: "Hey, everyone should read the learning materials."

"What?" Tang Junhe took the red MP4, "What do you think?"

The boy suppressed a smile: "I don't know, anyway, there are Olympiad videos or something, you can figure it out yourself."

"Oh, thank you." Tang Junhe believed it was true, thanked him, and began to fiddle with the MP4 in his hand.

For fear of being discovered by the teacher, the owner of the MP4 gave the adult videos in them unique names, "3000 English Words", "A Complete Collection of Argumentative Essay Examples", "Yuan Tengfei's History Video", "Second Year Geography Intensive Lecture"...

Curiously, Tang Junhe moved the pointer to the "Sorting Out Ideas for High School Mathematical Olympiad Test Questions" and clicked on it.

Two fleshy white bodies overlapping each other jumped out, and the huge moaning and panting sound instantly resounded in the classroom of the third edition of the second year of high school science.

The boys laughed and turned around to watch the excitement, while the girls had more diverse reactions—some turned their faces away and laughed secretly, some buried their heads and pretended not to understand, and some whispered swear words.

Tang Junhe realized that he had been tricked. He understood what these videos were about. His fair face was bloodshot from his ears, and he was frantically looking for the stop button.

"Hey, hey, class, classroom, what are you looking at, classmate Tang Junhe?" Feng Bo shouted and said.

"How to turn it off, I... I have never used this before..." Tang Junhe pressed indiscriminately, sweating on his forehead.

"Oh, I'm coming!" The red-faced Yin Cong snatched the MP4 that was screaming happily, pressed the power off button, and threw it towards Feng Bo, hitting the top of his head.

"You are responsible for knocking me into a mental retardation!" Feng Bo shouted at her with a suppressed voice.

"You're retarded if you don't knock!" Yin Cong glared at him.

After ten minutes, the commotion in the class gradually subsided, and the blood on Tang Junhe's face slowly faded.

what is that? AV they say? He tried his best to get the two white bodies and the rapid moans out of his mind, trying to concentrate on the test paper.

The last four reading questions are multiple-choice reading questions, and the reading materials are about self-defense. The blood that had been boiling in his mind for a second suddenly calmed down, and he finished reading the reading materials with concentration. Then, holding the pen, he circled the six words "not criminally responsible" on the test paper.