BE Crazy Demon Survival System

"Yeah, I didn't expect it." Xia Zhixu looked around and lowered his voice, "I was passing by, and I happened to see you, so I will come in and have a look."

Xu Qichen quickly caught the point, "So where were you going?"

"Huh?" Xia Zhixu walked up to him, and pretended to flip through the books on the shelf, "I didn't plan to go anywhere, so I rode the bike around for a holiday."

Xu Qichen didn't speak either. This person always did this, and he didn't bother to expose his lies.

Xia Zhixu pulled out a mystery novel, and his mobile phone suddenly vibrated. He was taken aback, took out Chen Fang's phone, and sent a text message.

[My stomach hurts and I can’t go today. Next time I ask everyone to sing and apologize to them for me. Have fun! ]

After clicking send, the airplane mode is turned on.

Turning his head, Xu Qichen was looking at him. "Are you sure you really have nothing else to do?"

Xia Zhixu smiled twice and opened the book in his hand. The two stood side by side in front of the bookshelf and looked at the book quietly, each with a headset, sharing each other's time.

When he saw a little and a half, Xia Zhixu raised his head. There was a beautiful wooden clock hanging in the bookstore, and the hour hand was already pointing to twelve o'clock. He glanced at the person next to him, it was really strange, this person seemed to have some kind of magical power, every time as long as he stayed by his side, time would pass very fast.

From his body, I can feel the feeling of [White Horse Crossing the Gap].

Closing the book in his hand, Xia Zhixu took off the earphones from his ears, and was about to remove the ones from his ears. As soon as he lifted his hand, his eyes fell to his ears.

Under the light golden sunlight, the capillaries on his auricle were faintly visible, flashing with different colors under the whiteness, and the tiny hairs became much more obvious under the action of light.

Like a beautiful shell.

Xia Zhixu's hand stopped in the air and shook, the shadow fell on his ear, and touched his ear instead. He put his hand down, grabbed the earphone cord that stretched above his side neck with his fingers, and pulled the earphone gently.

"Go eat." Xia Zhixu said to Xu Qichen who turned his face to look at him blankly.

When he walked out of the bookstore, Xu Qichen bought five books and put them in his schoolbag. When he checked out, the boss smiled and said, "Kids read books with great taste."

The little white shell was dyed a little red, and was clearly seen by Xia Zhixu.

Xu Qichen can only carry a schoolbag on one shoulder, which is a bit inconvenient. Xia Zhixu originally wanted to help him carry it, but after a while, he felt that it was really troublesome. Fortunately, he took the bag into his hand and said, "I'll come. You are the wounded. ."

At first, Xu Qichen was reluctant, and kept saying "I'll do it myself" all the way. Xia Zhixu thought it was very interesting. He carried the bag and pushed the car, but didn't return it to him. Xu Qichen looked like a kid who didn't dare to accept other people's candies casually, hesitated all the time, hesitated to speak.

"What do you like to eat?" Xia Zhixu asked, pushing the car, "I can't go back to eat at noon. I can only eat outside. Please accompany me."

Xu Qichen also whispered, "I can't go back either."

"Isn't that just right? We two poor children." Xia Zhixu smiled brightly and saw Xu Qichen pointing to a restaurant by the road.

Sichuan Restaurant.

Xia Zhixu swallowed, "Okay, let's be here."

Two people went in, Xia Zhi Xu knew Xu Qichen would not take the initiative to order, so he ordered a few familiar dishes, and ordered a stir-fried baby dish for himself.

When the dishes came up, it was red and Xia Zhixu's forehead was sweating.

Xu Qichen was very happy. Although there was no smile on his face, he consciously took a bite of spicy chicken with his chopsticks.

"Is it tasty?"

Seeing him nodding, Xia Zhixu also took the chopsticks. After hesitating for a long time, he still only picked up a chopstick baby vegetable. After chewing twice, his throat started to catch fire. He dialed the plate and found several reds. Red dried chili segments.

Why do we need to put peppers in fried vegetables?

Xia Zhixu poured himself a large glass of water and ate another bite of rice.

Xu Qichen ate so happily, and he looked particularly weak. In order to hide his guilty conscience, Xia Zhixu looked for the topic, "Why do you like reading so much."

Xu Qichen's mouth was so full, like a little hamster, that he could only hum, and then said after swallowing, "It's okay, I just prefer words."

"Text?" Xia Zhixu put his hand on his chin, "Why do you like words."

Xu Qichen bit the tip of his chopsticks and said after thinking about it, "Don't you think Chinese characters are the fairest characters in the world?"

The fairest words... Xia Zhixu had never heard of this statement. He smiled and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Xu Qichen tapped the end of his chopsticks lightly on the table, "You see, Chinese characters are not divided into groups and individuals. Unlike English, verbs need to be transformed into singular and plural numbers. In Chinese, the subject never influences the form of the predicate. , Thousands of troops can use the word "chuangdang" as a predicate, or be alone."

When he said the words "Also", the corners of his mouth would rise, as if he was laughing. Xia Zhixu looked at Xu Qichen blankly. He finally understood that when a person talks about something he loves, he really knows Glow.

His eyes dropped slightly, "I always feel that this will reduce a lot of loneliness, and there is no difference between one person and many people."

Xia Zhixu looked at him in a daze, but couldn't say what he wanted to say.

Xu Qichen hadn't noticed Xia Zhixu's abnormality. After opening the chat box, he dipped the tail of his chopsticks in water and drew a square on the table.

"Furthermore, the structure of Chinese characters is the fairest in the world. It is ever-changing between squares and inches. It looks very ostentatious, but in fact it is restricted to the invisible range, whether it is a simple word or The strokes of the characters with terribly complicated strokes can be placed in the same size squares, and they look very well-proportioned. Moreover, only those who are familiar with Chinese culture can appreciate this beauty, otherwise every Chinese character looks like in their eyes It's a painting, beautiful but difficult to copy."

Xia Zhixu agrees with this point, "So in the eyes of Chinese people, Chinese characters are like vector graphics, but in the eyes of foreigners, Chinese characters become bitmaps."

The collision of science thinking and liberal arts thinking. Xu Qichen was stunned for a second, then laughed, "Your metaphor is really curious, but it's also quite appropriate."

Xia Zhixu was startled.

The person sitting on the opposite side was swarmed by the light flowing in the opposite direction. The eyes that had been hanging down were slightly bent, and a gentle smile flowed out. The corners of his mouth would be shallowly embedded in his soft and white cheeks.

His gaze was like the tip of a sketch pen, and Xu Qichen's rare smile was traced little by little, which made him feel guilty in detail.

"You look so good when you smile."

Consciousness is always a step later than the body, failing to stop this sentence that should have been [sound of heart].

Xu Qichen was stunned, pursed his lips in a panic, lowered his head and stuck two bites of vegetables into his mouth.

Sure enough, it should not be said.

A meal was uncomfortable. Xu Qiang, who was afraid of spicy Xia Zhi, ate a bit. His throat was dry and dumb. He called the waiter to settle the bill while Xu Qichen went to the bathroom. Xu Qichen knew when he went out. Somewhat unhappy, "I want to give you at least half of the money."

Xia Zhixu pushed the car, "I'm too lazy to count, you can just ask me next time."

A man who has such a talent for counting that even his teacher admires him, but he finds it troublesome to count a meal. Xu Qichen remained silent and saw a non-staple food store nearby, so he said something to Xia Zhixu and ran in by himself.

After a while, Xia Zhixu saw him come out of the store and handed him the ice milk in his hand.

"Huh?" He was puzzled.

"Milk relieves spicy." Xu Qichen glanced at Xia Zhi and Xu Hongtong's lips, and said lightly.

"Thank you."

After eating, Xu Qichen turned around casually and returned home. As soon as Mom Xia opened the door, she asked: "Did you leave so early? I thought I wouldn't go home for dinner."

Xia Zhixu was taken aback, he forgot about the party with Chen Fang and the others. He hesitated and took out his mobile phone. As soon as the airplane mode was turned off, Chen Fang's call came in.

"Hey……"

"I'm going! What's the matter with your kid, did you buy books and go to the United States? My stomach hurts to the intensive care unit! I couldn't get through after more than 20 calls. Where have you been!"

Xia Zhixu clutched the phone, glanced at the suspicious mother Xia, and slipped into his bedroom.

"No, I first went to buy a book, my stomach hurts and went to the toilet, and then when I came out of the bookstore, I met someone grabbing a bag, and then I rode a bike to help chase after it, and finally caught up, I was with a battery biker My uncle subdued the thief together, but when I was dealing with the thief, my mobile phone fell out and broke, and then the police uncle took us to make transcripts. I waited there for a long time before I came out. I repaired the phone for a few hours. So I can call now..."

The lies were made up in a mess, and Chen Fang asked suspiciously: "Really? Where are you now?"

"Mobile phone repair shop..." As soon as I finished speaking, I heard Mama Xia shout outside the bedroom, "Zhu Xu, can I eat dragon fruit?"

"You dare to lie to me!"

Xia Zhixu took the phone farther away, and when he was yelling enough, he took it back and said with a smile, "No, I just came back from the mobile phone shop and I am at home now..."

He was scolded by Chen Fang, and the next day Xia Zhixu was forced to buy five pieces of cake in the cake shop at the school gate according to his "compensation clause", one piece for each of the girls at the last party, and several more for Chen Fang Set of new game skins.

Although several girls were dissatisfied with his missed appointment, the most popular boy in the first grade gave the cake in front of the whole class. It was still very face-to-face, and he talked around Xia Zhixu for a long time while delivering the cake. Xia Zhixu smiled on the surface, and scolded Chen Fang in his heart over and over again.

When the class bell rang, the girls were finally willing to leave. Xia Zhixu kicked the chair in the front seat lightly. Xu Qichen, who was finishing his notes, turned his head blankly and saw Xia Zhixu pointing to his table, "Below."

"Huh?" Xu Qichen frowned slightly, expressing puzzlement.

Xia Zhixu pointed at the cat, "Next, look down."

Xu Qichen lowered his head and saw Xia Zhixu handing him a box from under the table. He took the box with some doubts and opened it to see that there was a delicate little cake inside.

The teacher walked in, Xu Qichen closed the box and put it in the drawer, leaning back against the front of Xia Zhixu's desk, and asked in a low voice, "Why send me?"

Xia Zhixu said softly, "Thank you for the milk."

Xu Qichen thought for a long time before he remembered the milk he bought for him yesterday. He squeezed the corners of his mouth and moved his back away from the edge of the table in the back seat.

But he didn't know that when Xia Zhixu bought the cake, he bent over and carefully picked it out in the glass cabinet for a long time, and chose the most beautiful and delicious one, wrapped it and gave it to Xu Qichen. The cakes for those girls were I just picked one and bought it for five yuan, and it didn't take two minutes in total.

Xia Zhixu wanted to let him know about this different treatment, but didn't want him to know.

The short vacation passed by, and the tense high school life officially kicked off. Xia Zhixu, who can obviously ride a bicycle to school, insists on taking the bus every day. Two weeks later, he gradually figured out when Xu Qichen went to school every day, summed up the rules from experience, and then waited at the bus station on time every day. With Xu Qichen.

Until one day, he waited for a long time in the bus and didn't wait for him. He was almost late. When he was studying early, he happened to ran into his favorite English teacher.

"Don't think that you have good grades and be unscrupulous. Now you have just entered the first year of high school, everything is uncertain."

Xia Zhixu lowered his head and scanned the classroom, and found that Xu Qichen hadn't arrived yet.

"Go in and stand, stand in your place."

With a hum, he walked into the classroom sullenly, glared at Chen Fang, who was grinning as fast as his ears, and walked to his place and stood.

The boy in the back seat also joked, "It's just right, I know you can block me. I haven't finished my math homework and now make up."

Xia Zhixu bowed his head listlessly, looking at the English book on the table, reciting the text like a scripture, and when the English teacher turned to a group, Xia Zhixu poked Xu Qichen's shoulder with a pen.

"Where is Xu Qichen?"

"I don't know, what did the monitor go up and tell him when the teacher came in just now, maybe it was to ask Xu Qichen for leave."

"Oh." Xia Zhixu lowered his head again, found the place where he had just read halfway, and read it again.

He regretted it a little bit. Why didn't he ask Xu Qichen for his contact information, mobile phone WeChat or something, so that he could be contacted at any time, and he wouldn't be waiting there foolishly.

But he didn't let himself wait. Xia Zhixu suddenly realized this and felt even more frustrated.

He never said that he must go to school with himself. This incident was originally because he was passionate. Even if he asked for his mobile phone number, he was not the head teacher. Xu Qichen had to report to him for everything.

Alas, making friends is not easy. Xia Zhixu decided to treat Chen Fang better in the future. After all, he took the initiative to make friends with himself when he was in elementary school.

Xu Qichen did not return to the classroom until the last class in the morning. It was the math class. The math teacher, who was almost fifty years old, was holding a triangle ruler and drawing a picture on the blackboard. He heard a report and said, "Go in."

Xu Qichen walked into the classroom under the watchful eyes of the whole class. When Xia Zhixu, who felt that the math class was so boring and turning his pen, saw him, the pen in his hand suddenly fell on the table.

It turned out he was going to get plaster.

The same table stood up and gave Xu Qichen a place. He grabbed his left arm with his right hand and came in and sat down.

Xia Zhixu gently kicked his chair with his foot, and asked in a low voice, "Did you go to the hospital?"

Xu Qichen nodded with his back to him.

Xia Zhixu wanted to tell him that he was waiting for him this morning and was punished for his lateness. But as soon as he spoke, he was called by the math teacher who turned over, "Xia Zhixu, what are you doing with your neck stretched out?"

"Nothing." Xia Zhixu slowly retracted, "Teacher, my neck feels uncomfortable, so I turn around."

"Don't turn it, come up and do this for me."

Xia Zhi Xu grumbled, and walked up. He didn't attend the class at all. He took the chalk and stood in front of the blackboard and looked at it.

On the blackboard is a big question of a function, there are three small questions, just the title is half of the blackboard.

"Didn't you listen?" The math teacher pushed his glasses and looked at Xia Zhixu, "I know, the class is not good..."

"Teacher." Xia Zhixu interrupted him, "The condition of your question..." He didn't finish speaking, and walked up directly with a chalk, and changed the domain (0, 1) in the question to ( 0,1], and then start to solve the problem.

When the math teacher saw him changing the title, he frowned and glanced at the blackboard, then lowered his head to turn over the lesson plans on the lecture table. Before he could read it, Xia Zhixu had already written the answer.

He smiled and put the chalk back on the desk. "The teacher must have written the conditions like this to test me."

The math teacher cleared his throat and looked at the blackboard again, "Yes, the condition is a small question I have hidden, and it depends on whether you can find it. Okay, go back and listen to the class."

Xia Zhixu smiled and said thank you teacher, and walked back to his seat.

"Hey, it's obviously that he made a mistake himself, so he said." The tablemate curled his lips.

Xia Zhixu gave her a shush gesture and whispered, "Who doesn't make a mistake."

Xu Qichen sat in front, staring blankly at the answering process on the blackboard, and the impression of this person in his heart was a little bit more, no longer just strange and troublesome.

After the get out of class bell rang, Xu Qichen turned his head and said to the tablemate next to him, "Could you please borrow your notes from these four classes? I'll go back and make up at noon."

The female tablemate was a little surprised. They had been together at the same table for several weeks. Xu Qichen had told her a handful of things. He didn't expect that he would take the initiative to borrow something from him.

Xia Zhixu patted Xu Qichen on the shoulder hurriedly, "Just let me borrow it."

Xia Zhixu's deskmate laughed, "You didn't even attend the class. The physics teacher said in the first two sessions that you were doing physics competition questions below. You were in a daze during the math class. How can you have any notes?"

The exposed Xia Zhixu gave her a look.

You only have a mouthful all day long.

Or I will tell Zhang Zhengxin tomorrow that I want to change the same table.

No, what if he changes away.

Several possibilities flashed through my mind quickly. Once God Xu Qichen had put his notebook at the same table into his schoolbag, and was about to go home with the bag on his back.

Xia Zhixu quickly stood up, "Hey, wait for me."

Be sure to take good notes next time in class, just in case.

On the bus, Xia Zhixu habitually stood on Xu Qichen's left. Xu Qichen realized it and reminded him softly, "My hands are already healed."

"Oh yes," Xia Zhixu smiled embarrassedly, "I forgot all about it. Seeing you put your hand down, I still feel a little uncomfortable."

I don’t know why, I always feel embarrassed when I see others hanging with arms, but Xu Qichen is different. Looking at him like that, Xia Zhixu will always be stimulated with a rare protective desire. Now that his arm is good, he feels like he is Some of his power was taken away, and he was a little uncomfortable.

The 729 on this day was extremely crowded. Xia Zhixu accidentally saw the road repair notice posted on the car window and realized that it was because of road repairs. Many buses changed their routes temporarily. The passenger flow of 729 was much more than usual. .

Xu Qichen's hand was originally holding the tab on the top of his head. Unexpectedly, the driver braked too hard. He suddenly let go of his hand. He threw himself on Xia Zhixu's body. He was a little embarrassed and said sorry, and then raised his head after standing firm. The pull ring that I grabbed before has been in the hands of others.

He can only barely grasp the back of someone else's seat, staggering.

At another stop, a large number of passengers rushed up, yelling "Go back" and crowded them together, especially Xu Qichen, who did not have a pull ring, and was squeezed to a position where there was no foothold. , Had to turn sideways slightly to reduce the space, facing Xia Zhixu.

Xia Zhixu also turned around helplessly and smiled at him, "There are so many people today."

The car started suddenly, and there was another violent shaking. Xu Qichen, who was already unsteady, slammed into Xia Zhixu’s arms unbiasedly under the influence of inertia. His instinctive consciousness of survival made him reach out and grab Xia Zhixu’s. Arms.

Xia Zhixu was a little overwhelmed in the face of the sudden "throw in his arms and hugs".

Xu Qichen released his hand awkwardly, but the airtight carriage couldn't let him pull a little distance. Leaving it too close, the temperature of Xia Zhixu's skin was transmitted to his body through a thin shirt, causing Xu Qichen to lower his head involuntarily.

Xia Zhixu is a person who hates disorder and congestion.

But at this moment, he was somewhat thankful for the crowded traffic in this city.

After getting off the bus, the two walked side by side to the crossroads, Xu Qichen suddenly spoke before turning into the corner.

"The piano music you listened to me was very good last time, who wrote it?"

Xia Zhixu was a little dazed. He used to learn piano and there were a lot of songs in his mobile phone. He also played a random song that day, and didn't pay much attention to it. He tried to think back, "It seems to be Chopin, which one is specific..."

"It's okay. Then I'm going back." Xu Qichen quickly turned around, not giving Xia Zhixu a chance to continue to remember and think.

Xia Zhixu finds it strange that he usually has a good memory. Even if he is on the road listening to a certain piece of music, he will not be completely impressed when he thinks about it. How could he forget which one he put on the day he was with him? The first one.

No matter how he thinks about it, his mind is extremely silent, only the picture of himself that Xu Qichen looked back at.

He walked across the road, ran back home quickly, took out the phone from his drawer, flipped through the history, and found the song.

Chopin's Piano Concerto No. 2 in F minor.