Rebirth of Invincibility

The wind howled in his ears, and then there was a loud noise. Lin Xiangjie fell heavily to the ground. The second before he passed out, he heard Han Ruoqi's unique and lazy voice: "The most annoying people are those who disturb me from looking at beautiful women."

Probably because they didn't know each other, since that day, no one in the class dared to stay with Han Ruoqi, but unexpectedly, Lin Xiangjie wanted to know more about him

Every time when get out of class is over, she will come to his side and say, "You better not sleep in class from now on, otherwise you won't be able to pass the high school entrance examination like this!"

Han Ruoqi yawned lazily, her messy hair scattered on the desk, blocking half of her face, but that half of her face was somewhat obscured by the sunlight reflected through the window: "If you don't pass the exam, go home and sleep.

Well...the bed is much better than the desk..."

Lin Xiangjie's fists suddenly clenched and he actually yelled: "How can you give up on yourself and waste your life so much? Nowadays, selling pork requires a college degree. You are still young. What else do you want to do if you don't go to school?"

I don't know if the sound was too loud, but Han Ruoqi's sleepiness disappeared completely. He took out a sausage from his schoolbag impatiently and took two bites before he said calmly: "The so-called life is just like making a phone call, not you.

If you hang up first, I will hang up first. Since the ending is like this, do you still mind whether I use an iPhone or a copycat phone?"

At that time, Lin Xiangjie, like every teenage boy, was full of enthusiasm and strength. He was not as cold and pale as Han Ruoqi.

When he heard his words, his brows knitted together for a moment: "Sometimes, the important thing is the process."

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that Han Ruoqi's face changed suddenly. The skin that was just a little white now could no longer see any blood, and the smile on the corner of his mouth also disappeared little by little, replaced by a

cold look

Han Ruoqi stood up slowly. At that moment, Lin Xiangjie felt that the airflow around him had changed a lot. It seemed that the air had been drained out and it was difficult to breathe. He subconsciously wanted to leave Han Ruoqi's side.

But I can't move my limbs

Han Ruoqi didn't speak, just stared into his eyes quietly, without any dodge, but full of coldness, like the coldest and hardest ice in the winter, which would never melt no matter what.

It wasn't until Lin Xiangjie felt that his breathing was about to stop that Han Ruoqi's expression softened a little. He blinked his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, adding some softness: "...but I care.

There are only results, because my process is no longer there.”

After saying this, he left the classroom. The wide school uniform highlighted his slender frame. Due to the light, his profile was a little blurry.

When class was over in the second period, Lin Xiangjie went to the archives room and looked up Han Ruoqi's personal information when he entered school. In the self-introduction column, a somewhat flamboyant and scrawled note read, "Memories and stuff are gone.

How do you want me to introduce myself to someone I don’t even know?”

When he saw this line of text, Lin Xiangjie was stunned. No wonder... The young man said that he had no process. No wonder... He only cared about the results, because his results were blank...

After understanding some of his situation, Lin Xiangjie, as the squad leader, felt more and more pitiful about Han Ruoqi's autism, so every time he would recommend Han Ruoqi to participate in some class activities or competitions, Lin Xiangjie saw

As he became more and more integrated into the group, and gradually began to talk more, he began to think that Han Ruoqi's psychological shadow was almost healed.

He even felt that to a certain extent, he should thank himself, but in fact, he was so wrong. Han Ruoqi didn't want to communicate with those people, not because he felt inferior or timid, but because he was afraid of trouble and was used to being alone.

Days of coming and going alone

He is like a wild beast in the forest. He is used to being the only one in the world, and even feels that he is the only one left in the world...

In the first half of the first semester of junior high school, various clubs in the school began to recruit people, because Han Ruoqi was good-looking and had good scores in some sports exams.

The presidents of many societies began to circle around him, looking forward to his joining.

Soon, he went from an unknown passerby to a more famous and popular "prince" in the school.

Han Ruoqi is a very quiet person who doesn't like to talk or be in the limelight. If he passes by, most people won't notice it, but once they put their eyes on him, they will never look away easily.

Once you get used to his presence, you never want to let go

But Han Ruoqi himself hates this change. He hates those people pointing at him inexplicably. He hates those people putting their hands on his shoulders and saying some inexplicable words with a familiar look. He hates it.

I feel like that disrupts his life routine.

Finally one day, he couldn't stand it anymore. At the end of get out of class, he walked straight to Lin Xiangjie's seat and forcibly dragged him to the rooftop.

Lin Xiangjie couldn't figure out why he suddenly did this. He just stood there with his head down at a loss, waiting for him to speak quietly.

Han Ruoqi didn't speak, but took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it quietly, then leaned on the railing of the rooftop. His back remained unchanged. He was thin and pale, and so delicate that people didn't dare to touch him. Lin Xiangjie was stunned.

Looking at him, he felt that the back of Han Ruoqi at this moment slowly overlapped with that of a few months ago, and then he sighed softly... Could it be that the person in front of him still hasn't changed at all...

Han Ruoqi lowered her head and looked through the gap between the railings at the crowd of people playing downstairs. After a while, she squirmed slightly and put her lips on Chanyi's lips: "...It's not over, isn't it?"

"What?" Lin Xiangjie was stunned.

"Well... there are love letters on the desk, provocative gangsters, and what kind of art competition is there?" Han Ruoqi stretched out her white fingers to count one by one, then turned her head to look at Lin Xiangjie with a look of disdain:

"These have seriously affected my life. So many love letters have taken up the place where I put snacks... The trash can is far away from me! And my mother does it every day.

A good meal is waiting for me to go home. There are too many gangsters who inexplicably say they want to steal women from me. It will be a waste of time to deal with them. Finally, what kind of bullshit art competition is this? I can only eat and sleep. Do you want me?

Do you want to perform a show of eating n pieces of bread as quickly as possible?"