Chapter Ten Blind Spot Three

  Three

  The cold weather of Xicheng has arrived, and I shivered all the way to school. The cold air also made it difficult for people to get up. When I arrived at the classroom, I only saw Zhang Chongyu sitting on the windowsill reading a book.

  Zhang Chongyu looked up from his book and asked her, "So early, how's your foot?"

  "It's okay." Lan replied softly, and only after sitting down did she notice that on the clean desk were several boxes of wound medicine, as well as a cup of hot milk tea. Lan smiled happily at Zhang Chongyu, "Thanks."

  Zhang Chongyu continued flipping through the book without lifting his head, "No need to thank me, it's what friends should do."

  At this time, Xie Zhangyi walked in from the back door with a dark face. He pulled out a chair and sat down heavily, his movements showing that he was very angry. The thin lips under his high nose were tightly closed.

  Lan Yu and Zhang Chongyu exchanged a tacit glance, opened the book and didn't speak again.

  The book on the table was snatched up by Xie Zhangyi and slammed to the ground before anyone could react. He seemed not satisfied and raised his chair to smash it, but Zhang Chongyu quickly threw down the book and rushed forward to stop him. The two boys immediately started wrestling with each other. Lan Cui couldn't hold back her anger and pulled Xie Zhangyi away, slapping him in the face. "Xie Zhangyi, what do you want to do? Are you done causing trouble?"

  Xie Zhangyi took two steps back, panting and leaning against the wall. He turned his head to look at her, "So you still know I exist, huh? I thought I was really invisible."

  People kept coming into the classroom one after another. Looking at the three people standing there, their expressions were a bit strange, but they still quietly walked past them and sat down in their seats. Lan looked at Zhang Chongyu's injured face, sighed, opened the medicine box on the table, took out a few band-aids and handed them to him.

  "What's the point of giving it to him?!" Xie Zhangyuan snatched the band-aid from Zhang Chongyu's hand and threw it back into the medicine box, his eyes fixed tightly on Lan C.

  "He bought it for me, what's wrong with giving him a few pieces?"

  "Is this what I bought?"

  She was stunned for a few seconds, then calmed down her hard-to-express emotions, and threw the medicine on his desk, "Return it to you! I don't want your things, milk tea I've already drunk, I'll buy some back this afternoon."

  The onlookers were getting more and more numerous. Xie Zhang, still fuming with anger, was able to accurately throw those few boxes of medicine into the trash can. He bellowed at a classmate beside him: "What are you looking at?! Are you happy seeing others unhappy? Is there something wrong with your minds?!"

  This is Xie Zhangyi. In his eyes, there is no right or wrong, because he is always right. Whoever doesn't follow his pace will be cut into pieces. His words and actions are like those of a hopeless problem teenager.

  But it's just that kind of violent-tempered boy who yearns for warmth and attention from the people around him. But he also forgets that the people around him often avoid or even fear him because of his clumsy way of expressing himself.

  December in the western city is like a fairyland. Every morning when I go out, I can see the school buildings surrounded by a misty aura, as if I were in a dreamlike paradise. Walking on the campus path, the fog has not yet dispersed, but after a while, the rising sun will drive away the thick fog and welcome a brand new day.

  The weather started to get cold, and the temperature in the classroom was a bit higher than outside, so the glass on the windows would become foggy, like a mirror that had been breathed on. You could write words or draw pictures on it. Lan Caihe's favorite thing to do during evening study when there was nothing else to do was to use her fingers to write and draw on the glass. Although what she drew would disappear after just a few seconds, if she breathed onto the glass again, she could still see the original drawing. Lan Caihe felt secretly delighted at having discovered this little secret.

  Xie Zhangyi leaned back in his chair, looking bored. Lan Yu started drawing on the glass again. He leaned over enthusiastically to take a look at the girl's drawing of a stray rabbit and said, "This pig is drawn quite well."

  "Looking for death." Lan gave him a cold glance.

  Xie Zhangyi just smiled and didn't refute. Since the last time, Xie Zhangyi knew that Lan C was really angry, but he didn't say anything because of his pride. Until the afternoon when Lan C bought a cup of milk tea for him, he was about to throw it away when he was intimidated by the girl's big eyes staring at him: "Don't throw it."

  He was stunned for a moment, and then Lan said in a low voice, "Sorry, I didn't know you bought the medicine. Thank you. But can you please not throw chairs when you're angry? It's really scary."

  Suddenly, he didn't feel angry about anything anymore. In fact, he himself didn't know who he was mad at. Maybe his bad mood coincided with seeing Lan C and Zhang Chongyu chatting happily in the classroom, feeling ignored, so he couldn't help but do some inexplicable things.

  "Are you going to the Literature Club's Christmas Eve activity tonight?" Xie Zhang asked, staring at the back of her head.

  "Can't you not go?" Lan looked back at him with big, shining eyes.

  "No way." Looking at the girl's dejected expression, Xie Zhangyi shamelessly laughed and said, "Who told you to be the deputy president?"

  After school, the cafeteria is like a boiling pot of ants, it's hard to squeeze in, let alone cut in line. Anyone standing together wearing the same uniform, you can't tell who's who. In the past when I was in junior high, Du Hongyi would always push his way into the cafeteria to buy lunch for her, she just had to secure a good spot and wait for him.

  Suddenly I miss the days when Hongyi was still by my side. It doesn't matter if someone cooked for her or not, but suddenly thinking of this person makes my heart ache terribly.

  Xie Zhangyu, who was standing beside her, pushed her gently and said, "What's wrong with you? It's just a bit crowded, do you have to look so gloomy?"

  Blue shook her head, "I don't want to eat anymore, you eat it yourself." After saying that, she walked outside.

  Xie Zhangyi cursed in his heart and chased after her, "Let's go out to eat, how about that?"

  "Don't go." Lan Yu walked away by himself.

  "Let's go eat char siu rice." Xie Zhangyi pulled her along, "I'll treat you."

  "Blue? C, what a coincidence." Hearing the voice, Blue? C looked towards the person coming over. Su Cen seemed to have just returned from exercise, wearing only a thin workout outfit on this cold day. His refreshing hair was wet with sweat, but the smile on his face was still warm.

  "Really?" Blue smiled, "Where are you going?"

  "Originally wanted to go eat, but seeing so many people..."

  "Why don't we go eat chaoshan rice together?" Xie Zhangyi was very skilled at this sort of thing, and before Su Chen could even finish speaking, he had already stepped forward and familiarly put his arm around Su Chen's shoulder, a charming smile playing on the corners of his mouth. "Let's go, buddy."

  Su Chen looked at Lan C awkwardly, and Lan C laughed on the side, "You two have hooked up already?"

  In this way, the three of them squeezed into a shop less than 50 square meters at the school gate. Most of the customers in the store were students from Xi Gao, wearing the same uniform and sitting among people, which also felt like being in the school cafeteria. Only the food here was more attractive to Xie Zhangyi, and it seemed that he was also an old customer here.

  Xie Zhang pointed to the menu and said seriously, "Don't say I didn't tell you, the chaoshao fan here is absolutely delicious, don't believe me? You two try it."

  Lan snatched the menu from his hand with disdain and took a look. "I won't eat it. Boss lady, give me a beef fried rice."

  "Cut, eat or not." Xie Zhangyi handed the menu to Su Chen sitting next to him, "Su Chen, you order what you want yourself."

  Su Chen smiled slightly and said, "I'll have a plate of char siu rice."

  Xie Zhangyu suddenly laughed without any elegance towards Lan Caihe and said, "Su Chen really knows his stuff."

  The good food came up quickly, the boss lady smiled and walked over with the meal, also sending a drink to each person, saying it was a gift of thanks for new and old customers. Blue C loved this kind of cheap treat, picked up the cup and took a big sip with relish.

  Xie Zhangyi glanced at the blue cup with only a little drink left and exaggeratedly shouted, "Wow, Blue Brother has a huge capacity!"

  Lan gave him a white eye, snatched his drink and took a sip. "It's really good, you're not drinking it for me."

  "I told you, didn't I? Don't you have any moral principles?" After saying that, he took the opportunity to rush over and grab a drink.

  Su Chen smiled and handed over a pair of chopsticks from the table to Lan Yu, "Hurry up and eat, your rice is getting cold."

  Xie Zhangyu's hand stretched out in dissatisfaction. "What about mine? Su Chen, what's going on with you? You help her crack melon seeds but not me, can't you treat people equally? What era are we living in that you're still doing feudal things?"

  Before Su Chen could react, Lan Yu had already handed the chopsticks to Xie Zhangyu and mumbled with a mouthful of rice, "Got to hurry...hurry up and give it to him, or else he'll overturn the table later."

  Xie Zhangyu was so embarrassed that he didn't dare to make a sound, and could only continue eating with his head down. Meanwhile, he inadvertently looked up and saw a faint smile on Su Chen's lips, perhaps it was just an illusion, but he felt a warmth in his heart.

  Early love is like a young man standing in the marsh, gazing at the sea of flowers that suddenly sprouted in the marsh. The more infatuated he becomes, the more he yearns to immerse himself in the sea of flowers and savor its fragrance. Yet, he is unaware of the dangers lurking beneath his feet. As he becomes entranced by the fragrance of the flower sea and loses sight of direction, he realizes that he can no longer escape. The more he struggles, the deeper he sinks.

  Are you also like me, falling into this sea of flowers at that moment?