Copy of Resentment

el with you today.”

“Then shut up,” Bian Shengjian said as he rotated the slim tube on his slender knuckles, the pen making a beautiful round in his hand, “Turn back.”

“Fuck, you don’t know what she is like… She’s very awful! ” Zhou Li entirely ignored his statements and returned to the previous topic.
“It’s over.
She went to Cai Zong to complain.
He’ll undoubtedly come looking for you later.”

“Can you guys really  hear her voice during the lecture?” Bian Shengjian pressed, not raising the volume of his voice, “or are you guys just pretending?”

“No,” Zhou Li glanced at him before groaning deeply.
“Let me tell you, there was a student in class who bowed his head and ate a mouthful of bread during her lecture, and was accidentally seen by her.
He couldn’t hold back and said a few words, and after a semester, she asked him to answer every difficult question during her lesson.
It was pointless for his parents to come to school and apologize.
Later, he simply left and transferred to another school.”

“Ah?” Bian Shengjian didn’t react for a while, “This…..
Does she have any mental illness?” 

“It usually happens, and it lasts a long time.” “Zhou Li sadly nodded.

“…anyway, I don’t care,” Bian Shengjian leaned back with his arms folded, “even better if she comes at me.” 

“Damn, I like your straightforwardness.” Zhou Li looked at him and smiled suddenly, “Brother Jian, let’s be friends.”

Bian Shengjian frowned.
Although he felt like a pot of rotten and fermented tomatoes at the moment, he still raised his hand and shook Zhou Li’s outstretched hand.
“Don’t keep turning around and bothering me.”

“All right, can I go to the restroom with you after class?” Zhou Li asked, sighing, “Hey, ever since students started transferring, I’ve rarely encountered individuals like you again….To be honest, I really wanted to make friends with you.”

“Didn’t you say before that you would break my leg?” Bian Shengjian looked at him, “after school?”

“Those words are farts.” Zhou Li said. 

“You are a fart.” Bian Shengjian remarked.

“Someone would have already been pressed to the ground by me, you know?” Zhou Li glared at him, “Just tell me if you want to be my friend!”

“I don’t want to.” Bian Shengjian’s pen turned around his fingertips leaving afterimages resembling a blooming flower, but he added another sentence before Zhou Li pointed at him and stood up, “…but we can go to the toilet together after class.”

“Your uncle.” Zhou Li smiled and snapped his fingers. 

Bian Shengjian pressed his temples and sighed.
He didn’t know what was wrong with him, why he was sitting here doing nothing, yet troubles came to the door one after another as if asking for money.
Thinking about staying here for two years, he felt like he was suffocating in pain.

He wanted to cry.
He wanted to find a place where no one was there and cried hard.
Fuck this new life.

“Third brother,” Bian Shengjian was lowering his head when he heard someone calling him.
He swiftly pressed a finger over his eye socket, turned around, and said, “If you have nothing to ask for, I’ll beat you straightaway.”

“Here,”  Lu Shen reached out and threw something from his hands.

Bian Shengjian narrowed his eyes and extended out his hand, finding a milk candy in his palm as he spread it out.

“Eating sugar might cause dopamine secretion,” Lu Shen explained, raising his chin.
“It has the potential of making you feel good.”

Bian Shengjian hesitated for a while but still peeled off the candy wrapper, stuffed the candy into his mouth and chewed it hard, as if he was chewing the flesh of his most hated enemy.
“Thank you.”

The entire class was buzzing with enthusiasm and commotion until the period ended.
Although a few people were still upset by the disruption of the lesson, they never dared to come to Bian Shengjian for trouble, but Lao Tan was also unusually silent.
The entire morning’s class had passed without anyone bringing Chen Li up to speak with him.
Although Bian Shengjian exhaled a sigh of relief, he couldn’t stand hearing Zhou Li’s explosive thoughts, so he waited until the last class.

When the bell rang, he immediately jumped up and rushed to the back door, carrying his schoolbag.

“Brother!” Zhou Li immediately chased after him.
“Let’s have lunch together!”

“I can’t”.
Bian Shengjian frowned, and glanced at Lu Shen who was standing by the door looking at him.
“I…I have something to do with Lu Shen.
“

Before Zhou Li could say anything, he immediately pulled Lu Shen’s arm out of the door and said, “Next time.”

“Third brother,” Lu Shen glanced at Shengjian’s hand on his arm with a faint smile, “what do you mean?”

“I’m sorry.
Sorry for using you as a tool man for a while.” Bian Shengjian loosened his hand, “Fuck, how can I spread all kinds of annoying spirits.”

(t/n tool man-Tool person, an online buzzword, generally refers to someone who helps others unknowing or willingly, works hard without complaint , pays on call, does not ask for return whether in emotional , material or economic terms, and has always been like a tool used or ordered by the opponent.)

“He’s your friend, what about me?” Lu Shen asked suddenly.

“What?” Bian Shengjian looked at him for a while.

“Am I your friend?”

Lu Shen and him shuttled through the crowded hallway.
He didn’t know if it was an illusion.
Bian Shengjian felt that Lu Shen’s tone was cold when he said this.
“Really?”

“…Yes.” Bian Shengjian replied suspiciously.

“That’s good,” Lu Shen said with a sigh of relief, and his smile brightened again.
“How about we go to the dining hall at noon? The meals at No.
4 Middle School are still fine.”

“Nonsense, where do you go if you don’t go to the dining hall?” Bian Shengjian snapped awake, but still remained in a weird state of peculiarity.
But he couldn’t figure out what was odd.
“Let’s hurry, we still have to wait in line afterwards.”

It wasn’t until the two of them found a place to sit down with their plates, that Bian Shengjian figured out what was wrong just now.
He glanced at Lu Shen, who was concentrating on eating with his head down, and couldn’t help but say, “You just….”

“Third brother, let me ask you something,” Lu Shen took a sip of the soup and raised his head, “Do you know why so many people in class left?”

“Because it’s haunted?” Bian Shengjian remembered what Zhou Li said to him in the morning, and tapped his fingers on the table a few times.
“Okay, today I want to hear how this ghost is making trouble.
And don’t fucking play any tricks on me again.”

“Because a homicide happened in No.
4 Middle School more than ten years ago.” For some reason, Lu Shen’s voice seemed incomparably clear and calm inside the noisy dining hall.
Bian Shengjian suddenly felt a little chilly–

“That year, class 8 of sophomore year, 56 students including the class adviser…all died.”

The author has something to say

I still want to mention it.
Although this novel is supernatural, it is still a campus story, so it will be slower in the early stage.
I hope everyone will bear more.
Thank you.
Continue tomorrow.