Chapter 258: True dreams, bumping into walls, and a future with him.

Zhu Shoucheng stares at the "lesson plan" on his computer.

Yesterday's dream had been so real, so real that when he thought about it now, goose bumps were still rising between his legs.

The pain, the screams, the sweat, it was all amazingly real. Yesterday's half-digested sugar still seemed to be clinging to the walls of his stomach, sinking and sinking, falling more and more, it wanted to fall a hole in his stomach.

"...... teacher?"

Nowadays, whenever Zhu Shoucheng sees Chi Xiaochi, he not only loses his desire for it, but also feels the urge to run away from it.

If it were said to the public that he was genuinely afraid of an underage kid who was only up to his chest because of a dream that had no end, I'm afraid he'd be laughed out of the room.

...... But only he knows that his fears are not unfounded.

"Sensei!"

Zhu Shoucheng suddenly woke up, touched his forehead, a hand of sweat.

Chi Xiaochi looked at him from across the table with her cheeks resting on her chin, smiling and not smiling, as if she could see through all his wretchedness, but her tone was hypocritical and innocent: "Mr. Zhu, how do I solve this problem?"

Zhu Shoucheng couldn't take it anymore.

He felt that he was hallucinating and suffering from a heart condition because of that strange dream, and the grass was so thick that even Chi Xiaochi's expression looked full of creepy meaning.

His mind wandered until late in the evening, when Chi Xiaochi's parents came home from work, and then he approached them, saying politely that he wasn't feeling very well lately, and that he might not be able to continue tutoring Xiaochi.

Chi Xiaochi's father didn't say a word, but Chi's mother, who was on the sidelines, was not having any of it.

She said in a conspiratorial manner, "Teacher Zhu, we can understand that you are not well. It's not like we're unreasonable, but you're taking a whole summer off?"

Zhu Shoucheng opened his mouth.

The mother of the pool, on the contrary, acted completely aggrieved: "Teacher Zhu, our Xiaochi is the critical juncture in his life, when you promised to tutor him, we are neighbors for many years, handing over the child to you, we naturally feel at ease. But you can't promise and then not keep your word. Now the summer vacation tutorials that cost money are all full and no longer accepting students, and the remaining ones are so expensive that one lesson costs us half a month's salary.

Zhu Shoucheng is usually careful to maintain his personal image, and his relationship with his neighbors is so harmonious that he has never even had a red face. If he hadn't been messed up this time, and had been embarrassed by the sight of Chi Xiaochi's face, he wouldn't have done such a thing as repudiating the contract.

However, the loss of reason to the loss of reason, Zhu Shoucheng do many years of gold medal teachers, used to see the students' parents nodded to him, please take care of him more, this time steep was unreasonable pointing to the nose to blame, he made a big red face, dryly defended: "not ...... "

"Are you blaming us for not paying for your tuition." Mother Chi's expression was not worried, "If you think so, just say so, and we'll make it up to you, don't make such a fuss about us being parents, okay?!"

This is not a polite word, Zhu Shoucheng heard, the heart fire rubbing upward.

He used to give the children tuition without charging any money, because it was not rewarding, so he never cared about gaining or losing in terms of money.

Zhu Shoucheng never thought that he would be accustomed to this kind of people who take begging for money as a matter of course!

However, he has to live here, and his son is out of the country, so he can't afford to tear himself away from his neighbors and compromise his future life here.

Zhu Shoucheng heavily exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and after calming his mind, he put on a humble appearance, "I'm sorry, younger sibling, it's really because I'm not feeling well, so I'll take a week's vacation first. I'll continue tutoring for Xiaochi after a week, do you think that's alright?"

Seeing that his wife has already reached the goal, closed his mouth for a long time, the father of the pool only then Shi Shi Ran came out, first seemingly chided his wife a few "unlike words", and then on Zhu Shoucheng fawning smile: "Mr. Zhu, then we can be so agreed ah. Mr. Zhu, then we can make a deal."

Zhu Shoucheng replied "Certainly" on the face, but in his heart, he was furious and threw himself backwards.

What kind of family is this?

But Chi Xiaochi, the worst family in the world, was chosen by Zhu Shoucheng himself.

He held back a mouthful of bad breath as he made his way out the door of the Ikari house, thinking, and slowing down for a week.

When he got over the after-effects of this dream, he would get his losses back at Chi Xiaochi, no matter what!

Unexpectedly, at night, when he shuffled out with his slippers to take out the garbage, he heard his mother gossiping about him with her silo companion.

"We invited Mr. Zhu to have a good meal in the beginning, and it was he himself who promised to tutor our Xiaochi family without taking a penny, but today he suddenly came to us and said he didn't want to tutor, and he didn't tell us the reason why he asked. You guys, is he like that?"

Someone said, half-jokingly, half-seriously, "Don't be that boy of yours is too leathery to carry."

Mother Chi spat: "less Hu Qin ah, my Xiaochi recently can earn face, every day back to us say good things about Mr. Zhu, do not understand, but also know to play the remedial lessons when the recording to listen to. He said he wants to concentrate on the first high school exam, and in the future he will have to go out."

After a period of false compliments and envy from the women, Zhu Shoucheng's mother commented, "In this world, what is a teacher or not a teacher, in the end, it's all about money."

In addition to the chest tightness, Zhu Shoucheng also broke out in a cold sweat, and the garbage that he had intended to throw away was brought back in a confused manner and casually left at the door.

Supplemental ...... recordings?

Chi Xiaochi has a recording? How come he didn't realize it at all?

Zhu Shoucheng remembers that he had tested Chi Xiaochi's bottom line and found that he was quite pure, that he didn't understand a large part of the adult jokes that he mixed in his words, and that he wasn't very sensitive to men's feelings for each other.

At that time, Zhu Shoucheng was still excited about this discovery.

He was so in love with this unsullied little boy.

But if one's secret words to him are overheard ......

Zhu Shoucheng absentmindedly fished out the key from his pants pocket and was about to open the door when his shoulder was accidentally hit from behind.

When he turned his head and saw Chi Xiaochi's near-impenetrable face, his legs shivered and he barely managed to hold the key.

Chi Xiaochi, carrying a garbage bag in her left hand, pointed to the bag at Zhu Shoucheng's feet, "Teacher, can I throw it away for you?"

Zhu Shoucheng grabbed the door panel, gave a hasty hmmm, turned into the door, and closed the screen door to isolate him from himself before he was in the mood to say "thank you" to him.

Chi Xiaochi stood outside the screen door, looked at the three cards she had attached to Zhu Shoucheng's shoulders, and made a "bye-bye" gesture: "Rest well, teacher."

Zhu Shoucheng was furious from his laughter, and without controlling the strength of his hand, he closed the door with a bang.

Chi Xiaochi kicked his garbage down onto his doorstep, seeing the food waste inside snaking out a dirty soup that seeped into his doorway before lifting the bag of garbage that had fallen loose, casually straightening it out, and walking slowly down the stairs.

That night, Zhu Shoucheng had another nightmare similar to the previous one.

The protagonist is still Chi Xiaochi, and he himself is still weak, like a patient injected with anesthesia.

He entered an operating room of sorts, surrounded by nothing but bleak whites and blues. He lies on the operating table while Chi Xiaochi paces around him, preparing instruments.

The sound of Chi Xiaochi putting on his rubber gloves slowly and methodically was like pulling at Zhu Shoucheng's nerves.

He then he took out a needle and gently pulled the injection plug at the end, and a spray of medicated-smelling water hit Zhu Shoucheng's face.

Zhu Shoucheng was sickened by the mix of alcohol and medicinal flavors that sent a shiver down his spine.

In a trembling voice he inquired, "Chi Xiaochi, what are you doing? ...... What is this?"

Chi Xiaochi lowered his head, the watery light of the needle reflecting his eyes, "Teacher, you ask this? This is called a testosterone inhibitor, it's good for you, it'll cure you."

Zhu Shoucheng blanched, "I'm not sick ...... you let go of me!!!"

The change in his surroundings made him think for a moment that this was a dream, but in Zhu Shoucheng's perception, there would not be such a real, numbing cold light of shadowless lamps in a dream, nor would there be such a strong, choking smell of medicine.

"Hit where it hurts." Chi Xiaochi ignored his feeble protests and brooded.

His fingertips slowly stroked over Zhu Shoucheng's scalp, injecting a tube of medicine into a random spot on his head.

Even if Zhu Shoucheng doesn't know anything about medicine, he knows that there are few needles in the world that can be inserted through the temples.

The sensation of the skin being pierced by the tip of a needle caused Zhu Shoucheng to freeze for a few seconds before swinging his head like a shrimp on fire, curling back and forth uncontrollably but never able to escape from the confines of the operating table.

Chi Xiaochi picks up a second syringe and feeds the tip of the bubbling needle into his scalp.

Without finding a vein or sterilizing it, the sweat from Zhu Shoucheng's hair beaded down and flowed into the tiny holes that had been tied out, triggering another bout of stinging pain.

Compared to the severe pain that had penetrated his bones last time, this kind of pain was so small and intense that Zhu Shoucheng only had the strength to whimper "ah ah ah", his jaws were open and numb, and acidic saliva gushed out uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.

After a few stitches, Zhu Shoucheng suspected that his head had turned into a medicine-filled, hole-riddled balloon that would leak water out at some point or burst with a poof.

"This medicine, which can't be administered all at once, can only lower the hormone levels in your body." Chi Xiaochi closed in on Zhu Shoucheng's ear and whispered, "It will take 15 years to completely eliminate those yellow wastes of yours. What I'm injecting for you now is the part that I didn't have time to inject before; after that, as long as your illness isn't good, I'll come and inject you every once in a while."

Zhu Shoucheng was choking on the disgusting stench of fermented food waste when he rolled over and sat up, but it was already late in the afternoon of the second day.

He rose shakily and made his way to the foyer.

The sewage on the floor had gotten mushy and caked into a large deep yellow stain Zhu Shoucheng grabbed his hair and paced around the hut like a trapped animal, his eyes scarlet.

A lice nest had exploded in his hair, stinging and scratching as if all those individual pinpricks were still lurking in his hair, but no matter how much he flipped it in the mirror, all he saw was oily hair.

No, the eye of the needle must be at ......

Otherwise his hair couldn't be so itchy ......

Zhu Shoucheng gasped, copied the pusher frantically pushed off his hair, even if he shaved two pieces of scalp, saw blood, he also made a fierce gritted teeth, until a head shaved to see the light.

He picked up the mirror and shakily aimed it at his head.

The head is bright and clean, not a single pin scar.

The knot in his heart eased a little, and his stomach began to stir again.

Zhu Shoucheng practically flung himself into the public restroom and vomited jet-like into the toilet.

He made quite a commotion this time, and a seven or eight year old boy curiously poked his head outside the toilet, covering his nose and calling out in a milky voice, "Teacher Zhu?"

Zhu Shoucheng's ears instantly rang with Chi Xiaochi's voice: "As long as you are not well, I will come and inject you every so often."

It was followed by the thin thud of a scalp being pierced by a syringe, ringing as if it were close at hand.

Zhu Shoucheng's windpipe contracted violently, and a hiss erupted from his throat, which had been burned by stomach acid, "Don't come over! Don't come over!"

The little boy was startled by such a strange Zhu Shoucheng and ran away.

Zhu Shoucheng's muffled shouts also reached down the silo.

Lou Ying, checking the tires on his bike, looks up for a moment at the sound, then drops his head again, pretending not to hear.

Chi Xiaochi didn't even look up, standing to the side snapping away on his cell phone.

Lou Ying asked him, "Did you sleep well last night."

Chi Xiaochi put down her cell phone, "Hmm."

Lou Ying enjoyed Chi Xiaochi both days.

No matter what he was busy with, if he struck up a conversation with him, he would drop what he was holding and look at himself intently.

"Promise okay, I'll make up your summer vacation." Lou Ying straddled the bike, "Now we have seven days. Where do you want to go?"

Now at this time of year, they have a million places to go; video game arcades, candy stores, mini-malls, bookstores, basketball courts, and if they want, a movie in the next town over.

Chi Xiaochi jumped on the back of the bike, tugged on the hem of his shirt, and said in all seriousness, "To a future with Lou."

Lou Ying looks down and stifles a smile, "That's a long way off."

"The farther the better."

"Then where to go is up to me." Lou Ying rattled the car's bell, making a crisp, pleasant chime, "Then we're off now."