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Chapter 34

The 16-year-old Nan Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.The dream just now was too real, detailed and lengthy, he raised his hand and touched the back of his neck, covered in cold sweat.

It has been more than a month since Nan Yan's death, probably because he failed to return to Qihe Village to pay homage, during which time Nan Zhuo was dreaming every day.No matter what time it is, I can see the past when I close my eyes, and I have a headache every morning when I wake up.

Nan Zhuo opened the window and stayed in the morning wind for a while.The place where he lives now is very luxurious, and this kind of two-story villa in Yufang City is very expensive.He also has his own bedroom and bathroom, and in front of the window is a lawn planted with yellow roses.Now is the time when the flowers are zero. The light orange petals fall off, so you don't need to pick them up, they are very beautiful.

Nan Zhuo's room was on the second floor, and when he went downstairs, his aunt had already prepared breakfast.With no one else on the first floor, Nan Zhuo knew whether his adoptive mother had returned or not.

There is a music box in the living room, and my aunt is cleaning the coffee table to the violin music.Nan Zhuo stood at the table and called her: "Aunt Feng."

"Hey, Nan Zhuo is up?" Aunt Feng stood up straight with a rag in her hand, and asked with a smile, "Why don't you eat?"

Nan Zhuo asked: "Is my mother back?"

"I'm back," Aunt Feng said in a low voice, "I'm sleeping."

His adoptive mother is Chen Fangyi, who owns a KTV and is very rich.Chen Fang worked all night, came back in the morning and slept until the afternoon. Nan Zhuo had the opposite schedule to her, and she could hardly touch her at ordinary times.

As for why she adopted Nan Zhuo, Nan Zhuo himself didn't know.He thought it might be because Chen Fangyi needed someone to take care of the elderly, but Chen Fangyi never mentioned this, and there were so many children in the orphanage who could be raised at the age of three or four. He is old, but Chen Fangyi still picked him.

Aunt Feng pointed to the dining table and said, "That's breakfast for you, eat it quickly."

Nan Zhuo nodded and said thank you.

The breakfast is very delicate, and the diet in Yufang City is very sweet, and there is also sugar in the vinegar sauce that goes with the steamed buns.Nan Zhuo was in a daze while eating, Aunt Feng came over and said softly: "Pay attention to the time, isn't school starting today?"

As soon as Chen Fang sent Nanzhuo to good schools, the academics were very strict, and the homework to be handed in at the beginning of the semester was already piled up.Nan Zhuo brought the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, Aunt Feng said no, and asked him to go upstairs to change clothes and pack his things.

A few minutes later, Nan Zhuo came down with his schoolbag on his back. The boy was wearing a school uniform with an extremely clean demeanor.His skin was as white as if he was sick, and his slightly long hair was black and soft, covering a little bit of his eyelids, and his full lips were covered with a very shiny powder.Aunt Feng came out of the kitchen wiping her hands, and was stunned when she saw it.

"Aunt Feng," Nan Zhuo said politely, as if he didn't see her eyes, "I'm leaving."

Aunt Feng hurriedly said "Hey" and watched him go to the door.When Nan Zhuo was changing shoes in the hallway, Chen Fang came together, leaned on the railing on the second floor, and called him.

Nan Zhuo turned his head, raised his face and said, "Mom."

Chen Fangyi was wearing a silk nightgown, her long hair was curled beautifully, and then dyed wine red, very sexy.She yawned, brushed the hair on the side of her face, and saw clearly that Nan Zhuo was going out in school uniform, so she asked, "Is school starting?"

Nan Zhuo didn't speak, but nodded.

"Okay, let's go." Chen Fang stood up, stretched her neck, and said, "Study hard."

She would tell Nan Zhuo this every time she saw Nan Zhuo, even though she didn't need it at all.There are 400 students in a grade, and Nan Zhuo never fell out of the top five in every exam, and the best one was tied for first place with another classmate.He has such grades because he learned it by himself little by little. Only by working hard can he fight for talent. Nanzhuo also has talent, in chemistry.

Chen Fangyi said: "It's freshman year, grades are very important."

Nan Zhuo pursed his lips and said, "Mom..."

As soon as Chen Fang wanted to go back to sleep for a while, she turned back and asked, "Huh?"

Nan Zhuo said, "I'm a sophomore in high school."

"Oh... oh." As soon as Chen Fang realized it, she didn't feel anything.She smiled and said, "Then you have to work harder and study hard...well, study hard."

"Understood," Nan Zhuo said calmly, "have a good rest, Mom."

***

The second year of high school is the beginning of preparing for the college entrance examination. The grades are divided into classes according to arts and sciences. Nan Zhuo studies science, and the class number is eight.When he entered the class, the head teacher hadn't come yet, and most of the classrooms were full of unfamiliar faces. He didn't know anyone else, but they were quiet when they saw him.

The desks and chairs in the classroom are all in a single row, and Nan Zhuo chose the position at the end of the first row.He is not tall in the class, and he sits in the first row because he wants to study hard, and because he doesn't want to sit in the crowd.

Nan Zhuo took off his schoolbag, and when he sat down, he heard the person behind him say "little duck".

Nan Zhuo didn't speak, a little dust accumulated in the table, and he wiped it clean with paper.The boy sitting behind him kicked his chair and said, "I'm calling you! Little duck."

Many people in the grade know Nan Zhuo, and they all think he is a monster with good grades, who rarely speaks or smiles.The most important thing is that he is good-looking, not handsome, but a kind of sullen good-looking, and he has a natural style without making an expression. Although he is young, the gender distinction has lost its effect on this young man.

It is not a good thing for a boy of this age to grow into a woman, and his mother is the owner of KTV. Many people in the school know about this. Nan Zhuo never said it, and he doesn't know how it spread, but This kind of occupation is easy to become the target of public criticism. Some people say that like mother, like son.

From junior high school to the present, Nan Zhuo has met people who came up to take off his clothes more than once, especially when he first started studying in Yufang City.

Nan Zhuo turned his head slightly, and when he turned his face to the side, his eyes were lowered, revealing extremely indifferent eyes.The boy felt that he was being provoked, so he stretched out his leg and kicked harder, Nan Zhuo's chair almost rolled over, and his shoulder hit the edge of the table.

The people behind scolded "Idiot", and imitated the film shown on TV during the summer vacation, saying, "Erjiaozi!"

Undisguised laughter sounded from all around, Nan Zhuo's hands were tightened under the cuffs of the school uniform, but he didn't look back.He has already learned to deal with such a scene, and it will pass after a little patience. Few people can continue to sing a one-man show.

The boy felt bored, so he didn't make any more troubles.On the morning when school started, many people in the class were busy making up their homework. When the head teacher came in, they all took small steps to do well.The head teacher looked around and asked Nan Zhuo to go to the teacher's office of the chemistry group.

After Nan Zhuo left, he saw a teacher there. He was the leader of the chemistry group and taught their class last year.The teacher gave him a registration form, which was a municipal chemistry competition in Yufang City.

"This competition is still very important," the teacher told him, "The top three in the city can enter the national semi-finals and finals. Under normal circumstances, we give priority to senior high school students to participate, but this year there is one more place. We I decided to make an exception and take you there. There are still two months left, so I have time to make preparations."

Nan Zhuo held the application form and asked, "Will winning the award help you to enter the university?"

The teacher was stunned for a moment, probably because he didn't expect the student to ask such a straightforward question.He pushed his eyes and said: "It will definitely help if you win the finals, but you are only a sophomore in high school now, so you don't have to think about it. It doesn't matter if you don't get the ranking this time. There is still a chance next year. The key is to participate. Do you understand?" ?”

Nan Zhuo's lips were drawn very close, as if he smiled, and then he asked again: "Can I submit it?"

"You..." The teacher sighed, and said, "If you get the national ranking, it is possible to recommend it, even if you don't directly recommend it, you can get extra points. Last year, a senior student in our school got The No.6 in physics in the country, with more than 40 points added in the college entrance examination.”

"Okay," Nan Zhuo nodded and said, "I will participate."

The teacher looked over with scrutiny. In fact, he was not the only one. Many teachers who had taught Nan Zhuo in the school felt that there was a strange and twisted energy in Nan Zhuo, similar to his attachment to grades and the future.The young man puts his ambitions on the bright side, doesn't hide it, and puts in matching efforts for it. He looks calm, but what's raging underneath is determined struggle.

"Nan Zhuo, calm down and relax." The teacher looked at Nan Zhuo, inexplicably feeling a little panicked, and he said, "Don't be too utilitarian. Whether you can win an award is not as important as this experience, is it?"

Nan Zhuo's fingertips made slender creases on the paper. He was silent for a while and said, "Yes, thank you teacher."

The teacher relaxed a little, and said, "That's right. With your grades, if you keep at it, you will definitely be able to get on the first line. You work so hard, don't you already have a university you want?"

Nan Zhuo thought for a while and said, "Not yet."

"Oh..." The teacher lingered on his delicate face for a while, and said, "Are you a local? Do you want to go to a university in Yufang City?"

This time Nanzhuo answered very quickly, he said: "No." He lowered his eyes, "I want to take the exam to another city, let's go to the north, the farther the better."

The teacher laughed and said, "You young people, all of you want to fly outside!"

Nan Zhuo also smiled, he didn't even need to raise his eyes when he pursed his lips, there was a kind of evil spirit on his face, and the startling appearance of the young man had begun to take shape.He agreed with what the teacher said, and gave a soft "hmm".

"You are so talented in chemistry," the teacher encouraged him, "will the university go in this direction?"

This is correct. Nanzhuo has excellent understanding and application ability in chemistry. A student who is only a sophomore in high school can already study and understand the materials of the university.The teacher once asked him if someone in his family was engaged in related industries, but it was not.Nan Zhuo's talent is even more astonishing if he hadn't been fascinated by it since he was a child.

But at this moment Nan Zhuo shook his head and said, "No."

The teacher was surprised and regretful, and asked: "Then what do you want to learn, do you have any ideas?"

Nan Zhuo said: "The law."

"Okay," the teacher was silent for a while, but did not retort in the end, "But you still have to participate in the chemistry competition. You fill out the form and hand it to me tomorrow."

Nan Zhuo was very glad that the teacher didn't ask him why he wanted to study law, and he wouldn't tell if he did.He uses his past as a driving force, and doesn't talk about it except for his nightly nightmares.

When he went back, all the classmates in the class had finished introducing themselves. The class teacher asked him to stand in front of him and report his name, and then posted the duty list on the blackboard, starting from the first column and the first row, so Nan Zhuo left school today Then you have to stay until the end.He took advantage of the evening self-study to fill out the registration form for the chemistry competition, sent it to the teacher first, and came back to be on duty.

When he finished cleaning the classroom, there was no one in the class, so he locked the door after everyone left.Then he walked through the playground and left from the back door of the school. He took the bus to and from school every day, and the back door was near the station.

Behind the school is a narrow street, with tall trees on both sides and a lot of shade, making it very comfortable to walk on.Everyone will feel tired on the first day of school after the summer vacation. Nan Zhuo rubbed his neck twice, and squinted his eyes comfortably when he was stopped.

Three boys he had never seen before stood in front of him, all of them were much taller and stronger than him, when they surrounded Nan Zhuo, there was no sunlight left on his body.Nan Zhuo subconsciously took two steps back, and was grabbed by the collar.

"You," the boy tilted his head and asked him with a smile, "Are you Nan Zhuo from Class [-]?"

Nan Zhuo didn't like the heavy smell of cigarettes on the boy's body.His neck was strangled a little uncomfortable, he choked up, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Don't do anything," the boy bowed his head, his face full of flesh, and said, "Come and see how the famous little duck in our school looks like?"

He was very strong, Nan Zhuo didn't break free, and was dragged deeper into the narrow street.Three boys pressed Nan Zhuo against a tree, one of them took out a cigarette case and a lighter, each of the three took turns spraying smoke on Nan Zhuo's face.

Nan Zhuo was choked and coughed, his stomach writhed with nausea, and the back of his head was pressed against the tree trunk, which was very painful.After he finished coughing, he said in a hoarse voice, "You are in the third year of high school."

The boy in the lead was smiling, but when he heard this, his expression became very ugly, and he said, "Fuck, look at you, you're smart!"

In fact, Nan Zhuo also guessed, the freshman in the first year of high school should not know him, and he has never seen these three people on the second floor of the high school.He frowned in disgust and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Let's chat with you!" The boy stretched out his hand and patted Nan Zhuo's cheek, and said maliciously: "My brothers ask you something, you answer honestly, and my brothers don't move you."

Nan Zhuo looked away, he didn't want to cough anymore, and there was only a writhing pain in his stomach.But there was no expression on his face, and he said coldly: "Get lost."

This word gave him a punch, which hit him on the cheekbone, causing Nan Zhuo to curl up in pain.Then he was pulled up by the hair again, and the boy pinched his chin and said, "Who are you going to let go?"

Nan Zhuo breathed hard through his nose and said, "You."

"Fuck!" The boy's two helpers twisted Nan Zhuo's arms respectively, and he punched Nan Zhuo in the stomach, cursing at Nan Zhuo: "I'm giving you shame! Dare to scold me! Your mother is forcing me!"

The boys on both sides let go of their hands, and Nan Zhuo immediately knelt down, retching violently.But he understood that there were no extra places in the chemistry competition, and when he went up, someone had to be squeezed out, and that was the person in front of him.Those who study well are not necessarily good students, and those who can take exams can also hang out on the street.

Nan Zhuo propped his hands on the ground, he didn't raise his head, his closed eyes were half-opened, the gaze inside was terrifyingly cruel.That was not the look a teenager should have. He even laughed and said in a cold voice: "You are not qualified, no one can blame you. We each rely on our own abilities."

The three of them kicked him together, Nan Zhuo's side face was pressed to the ground, he curled up, and heard layers of scolding.The boy who had been robbed of his quota was furious. After kicking him, he knelt down to look at him and said, "I've given you shame? How did you grow into such a virtue?"

Nan Zhuo's hand slowly left his abdomen, and he sat up sideways. His eyes were a little blurry, but he could see where the boy was.With a blank expression on his face, he spat in the boy's face.

He struggled to say, "That's all you have."

"Damn it!" The boy jumped up immediately, slapping Nan Zhuo so hard that he couldn't get up.He was silent for two seconds, and then began to take off Nan Zhuo's clothes with his companions.

"I fucking think you don't want to live anymore!" He grabbed Nan Zhuo's hair with one hand, and unzipped the zipper of Nan Zhuo's school uniform jacket with the other.He lowered his voice, and said next to Nan Zhuo's ear: "You have robbed me of my quota, and I will see what you are like, a little duck today! That's fine, enough money!"

Nan Zhuo struggled to resist in the chaos, although the effect was minimal.He has encountered such a thing before, but in fact, it has never been really good, and today these three people have moved for real, and he can feel it.The jacket was pulled off, revealing the school uniform polo shirt inside, and someone was unbuttoning him neatly.

The wind poured into his neck, and the chill of early autumn seemed to chill his bones.Nan Zhuo's head hit the sidewalk, his consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he felt that he was too embarrassed.The young man's self-esteem did not allow him to beg for mercy, his lips turned white, and he struggled to reach for his schoolbag, where there was a folding knife on the side.

The time was multiplied, and he heard the sound of his fist hitting the flesh, but he didn't feel any pain.After a few seconds, he felt that he had been let go. He felt dizzy and felt it, and found that his school uniform had been torn open, almost exposing everything from his collarbone to his shoulders.

Several boys were yelling something, but he didn't pay attention to it. He grabbed the strap of his schoolbag and managed to reach the folding knife.He was about to take out the knife, but put on a piece of clothing first.

Very warm, with normal body temperature, and a faint smell of washing powder.

Nan Zhuo hid behind his clothes, sat upright with his back against the tree trunk, and saw the person in front of him clearly.The boy squatted, with one knee pointing to the ground, his thick black eyebrows were very close to him.

The man looked worried and said to him, "Nanzhuo?"

Nan Zhuo hadn't figured out how he knew his name, so the boy moved a little closer.The shade of the trees laid the background behind him, Nan Zhuo turned his head and saw the backs of the three boys limping away just now.

"Nan Zhuo," the boy asked him, "Are you okay?"

Nan Zhuo leaned his head against the tree and shook his head.

"That, you..." The boy's voice was very low, perhaps because his voice was changing.He asked Nan Zhuo: "Can you see me clearly? Do you know who I am?"

Nan Zhuo half closed his eyes, nodded, then shook his head.His side neck was scratched, and it hurt when he shook his head. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover it, and the school uniform jacket covering his body slipped down, and the boy reached out to help him catch it.

Nan Zhuo asked: "Who are you?"

The boy said, "My name is Xiao Guo."

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