pjbooks Chapter 5 Misaligned Clash
Chapter 5 Misaligned Clash
The classroom fell into a deathly silence.
It was as if the air had frozen between Chu Kong and the boy in front of him.
Chu Kong lowered his head and glanced around, taking in the expressions of the class monitor and the others.
Beside Chu Kong, the class monitor lowered her eyes, bit her lip tightly, and looked reluctant. She did not stand up to stop the provocateur.
The other people also had different expressions on their faces, but no one stood up to stop it.
So, what should we do next?
Should we confront the other side head-on? Or should we back down and give in? Or should we choose to escape?
Chu Kong closed his eyes.
It's not about escaping, but rather about withdrawing one's senses and sinking into the chaos and darkness of one's mind.
External sounds are stretched out and stagnated; time is distorted and rendered ineffective.
The birds outside the window flew slower and slower, the crimson maple leaves seemed to freeze in mid-air, and the runners on the playground tripped over stones on the ground, their bodies stopping in their uncontrolled tilt.
at the same time.
A series of exquisite dramas concerning survival, as if accelerated hundreds or thousands of times, played out in Chu Kong's mind.
[Play 1: A Strong Self]
He saw himself slam his fist on the table and stand up, glaring angrily at the other person.
The conflict escalated from verbal arguments to fistfights, resulting in injuries to both sides.
They asked the teachers who had rushed over, and the bystanders who were pointing and whispering.
The label of "belligerent" is branded onto him like a mark.
In the dimly lit alleys outside the school, more menacing figures wielding sticks lurked.
[Conclusion: This play leads to more violent attacks; rejected]
[Play Two: The Weak Self]
He saw himself lower his head and mumble, "It's okay."
The other party's smug smile widened further.
One act of forbearance resulted in constant bullying.
I sought help from Teacher Long and Teacher Zhou, but there were always gaps in the protection.
Ultimately, outside the cramped toilet stall, laughter and the sound of kicking the door continued unabated.
Labels of cowardice will not earn you sympathy.
[Conclusion: This play leads to a slow death; rejected.]
[Play 3: The Self That Escapes]
He saw himself rush out of the classroom and leave the scene.
But the other person would always coincidentally reappear in front of him.
Above the fleeing shadows, a falcon called the production company flies.
Escape, escape, until there is nowhere left to escape.
Being aloof became his only identity, and that identity itself became the best target.
[Conclusion: This play leads to a precipice of despair; rejected]
……
Countless possibilities sprouted wildly in Chu Kong's mind, only to vanish in the blink of an eye.
The reason is simple: it lies in the one ironclad rule of this live broadcast—
The plot must not seem illogical!
Now is the crucial moment for Chu Kong to create a "first impression" in the minds of audiences worldwide.
Once the label "Chu Kong = a certain personality" is established, the script will rely on this formula to weave an invisible net, leaving him nowhere to escape.
Ultimately, they had no choice but to step into that predetermined prophecy themselves.
As for exercising the right to rewrite the script? The other party has already caused trouble, and rewriting the script to portray them as someone who wouldn't cause trouble would undoubtedly trample on the ironclad rule of "reasonableness".
In an instant, the deduction collapsed, and a path appeared in the only light.
Chu Kong opened his eyes.
Finally, time began to flow again.
Birds soar through the sky, fallen leaves drift and quietly return to their roots, and runners, with their powerful body control, correct their mistakes and regain their footing.
"Excuse me, what's your name?" Chu Kong stood up to meet the other person's gaze.
To onlookers, he was only momentarily stunned.
"Li Lingchuang." Li Lingchuang frowned as he watched the other person's unhurried movements.
Chu Kong's reaction did not meet his expectations.
"It's nice to meet you, Li, but I must say, I'm not happy right now."
After all, the glass you broke was worth 15 yuan, a significant portion of my limited "disposable funds" this month.
Instead of showing any anger, Chu Kong's face broke into a clear, friendly smile.
It's clear enough, without any artificiality, at least that's how it looks on camera.
Several girls who had been watching this place were slightly taken aback, exchanged glances, and their interest intensified.
Li Lingchuang was not in a good mood. He couldn't figure out what Chu Kong meant by that. Was he asking him to pay compensation?
Li Lingchuang frowned.
Before Li Lingchuang could speak, Chu Kong interjected, "However, after all, Li did not mean it, and my things were indeed placed too far out."
I don't intend to pursue the loss; after all, apart from this poor glass, nothing else is damaged.
As he spoke, Chu Kong bent down and precisely picked up the book that Li Lingchuang had tossed around with his foot from the mess on the ground.
Next, he not only carefully patted away the dust, but also wiped away the water stains inch by inch with his sleeve. After doing all this, he gently placed the book on the table.
These movements are as slow as a silent mime, an indictment of violence and injustice.
Everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to Chu Kong, and they all wondered whether Chu Kong would bow down and give in or if he had another clever trick up his sleeve.
Seeing Chu Kong's almost submissive behavior, Li Lingchuang finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he still said arrogantly, "Hmph, you know what's good for you."
Having said that, he turned to leave.
At that moment, Chu Kong's voice came from behind: "Wait a minute."
Li Lingchuang paused in his steps.
"Is there anything else?" he asked in an unfriendly tone.
"Although there's no real conflict between Li and me, I think Li should apologize to the other students."
Li Lingchuang frowned, staring silently at Chu Kong, waiting for his next words.
Chu Kong sighed, pointed to the shards of glass on the ground, shook his head, and continued, "Li, you really don't understand my good intentions."
You see, although it was unintentional, it really created a safety hazard in the classroom.
You might not know this, but this kind of glass is very hard and can easily pierce through a rubber shoe sole.
You wouldn't want any classmate to get accidentally cut by the scattered shards and then come after you, would you?
So, although it's an apology to the classmates, it's also a reminder to everyone to be careful, isn't it?
"Hmph, your cup is none of my business," Li Lingchuang said, maintaining his composure and looking indignant.
"Li, you're mistaken. Think about it, if any student got their artery cut, wouldn't they have to be hospitalized?"
Chu Kong squatted down, picked up a sharpest shard with his fingertips, and gently pressed it against the skin of his wrist to measure.
Under the sunlight, a cold glint flashed across the edge of the glass.
A series of soft gasps filled the classroom.
"The student is hospitalized, shouldn't the school intervene?"
With the school's intervention, the nature of Li's unintentional act may change.
"I'm doing this for Li's own good!" Chu Kong said earnestly.