C48 (2/2)

Worried that I couldn't remember, he said, ”It's a cartoon by Yan Mingjun, remember?”

I have an impression of what he said.

He was a classmate before the class, a boy who also liked to read comics.

All in all, my life before the third grade consisted of eating, sleeping, pooping, and reading comics. No matter what class I took, it was just a different book on the comic book. All the big and small comic shop owners outside the school were old acquaintances of mine, from hot-blooded to young girls to young men to horrors. As long as I could tell their names, I had read all the comics on the market.

But Zhang Peng and I had never spoken before. In my memory, he was already very tall at that time, and in order to not let him block the others, my teacher moved him to the back of the class.

The life of the tall and the short was destined to be on two planets.

Especially since my name destined me to fall on all fours. No matter how, I was still one head shorter than others.

I would occasionally bump into Zhang Peng at the magazine store, and that was only a little friendship. But which child at that time didn't like to read comics, so many people nodded their heads to get to know each other, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

His favorite cartoonist of the second year was Yan Mingjun. He almost didn't sell his blood to save money to buy his' Parasite Beast '. The Parasite Beast tells the story of a high school student who was parasitized on his arm by an alien spores. I was so immersed in the story that my daily routine was to ask the bookstore owner if it was new.

My thoughts drifted back to a year ago, the last time I'd intersected with the tall ones, the day I'd last hung the eighth wind ball.

Knowing that it's impossible to get to the bus stop, I did my best to rush into the comic shop a second before the downpour. Hehe, can't I watch it for free this time? I can't leave without an umbrella.

The comic book shop owner helplessly looked at me for a million minutes. Considering that I was a customer for so many years, I didn't have the nerve to chase me away. I rushed to the bookshelf and picked up the latest issue of Parasite Beast.

Almost at the same time I reached for the bookshelf, there was another hand.

Oh, this isn't a love story. Look at what you think is a good guess.

It came from a senior girl, a head taller than me, with a fierce look on her face.

But she forgot that I'm a girl too. I can't win against her, but I can flame her.

Just when I was fighting with her for three hundred rounds, Zhang Peng was currently squatting in a corner reading a book.

He was holding the first volume of Parasite.

I forgot how I tore it up back then, but as a middle school student, they all brag to each other that they have [people] outside the school, then snatch the boss's phone and call the legendary [big boss], letting [big boss] fat to beat up the other and the like.

Ask for the boss's psychological shadow area.

The torrential rain lasted for three hours. While I was fighting with the higher grade girls, Zhang Peng had finished reading the《 Parasite Beast》 silently.

At that time, the reason I remembered him was because I felt that this man was too cowardly. Even though he knew that I was his classmate, he still ignored me.

”Good …” ”Long time no see …” I let out a smile that was uglier than crying.

”Well, are you all right?” He smiled warmly.

I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a little touched. Back in school until now, no one has ever asked me if I was alright.

In a split-second, the events of the past few days surged up from the bottom of his heart. Unknowingly, his eyes started to feel astringent.

”I've dropped out of school. Today is the last day to come to school. A few days later he went to America. ” I was silent for a while before I shook my head and said, ”The bell for class has rung. You should head back quickly.”

”He left? To America? ” Zhang Peng was a little shocked: ”Why? Are you going with your parents? ”

My father is dead, I'd like to say.

But so what if I said it? Everyone only cares about themselves. After all, this is my own problem.

”I... ”The mock exam wasn't done well …” I don't know why, but I came up with such a lousy reason.

”Ah …” Because that's how you transferred? ” Zhang Peng even calmly replied, ”How can you not understand? Let me teach you, don't give up so easily.”

With that, Zhang Peng lifted up the exam paper on my head and started reading it seriously.

”Look at this, f (x) = x + 1/x: 1 on the left...” ”This is the transformation of the formula …”

Zhang Peng explained for a long time: ”Did you understand it a little?”

”Zhang Peng, I just want to ask you, what class are you in?”

”Huh?” Zhang Peng couldn't react at all. After thinking for a while, he said, ”I'm class one!”

It turned out to be the ultimate. True. A bookworm.

No wonder we haven't seen each other at all in a year.