脚步声渐渐远去，留给初晴的，只有一扇冰冷的门框。
她扶着墙壁，缓缓滑坐在冰凉的地板上。两坪大的房间此刻像是一个无法逃脱的牢笼，角落里那把黑sE的五弦贝斯静静地立在那里，彷佛是她唯一能抓住，却又无b沉重的浮木。
高烧带来的晕眩感一b0b0袭来，初晴看着自己右手大拇指上那层丑陋却坚y的厚茧，眼眶里第一次泛起了生理X的、无法控制的酸涩。
理科的公式总是有标准答案，只要带入正确的数据，就能得出结果。但在这令人窒息的十七岁里，无论她怎麽JiNg打细算、怎麽咬牙y撑，现实的压力却始终没有给她任何喘息的解法。
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Chapter8:ASceStudentontheEdge—anda39°CFever
Forthewoweeks,CraLinlivedalifethatwasalmostinhuman.
Asasce-trackstudent,thefirstmidtermsofeleventhgradefeltlikeanightmarewith.Physics—projectilemotion,horizontalunches,ahrows.Chemistry—moletrationcalcutions.Biology—endlesscellstructuresaabolicpathwaysshecouldneverfinishmemorizing.Eachsubjectwasamountain,pressingdownwithoutmercy.
A,iairtightpressure,shestillforcedoutthirtyminutesadayofsphell.
FollowingTeacherCai’sinstrus,nomatterhowtecramschoolran,nomatterhowexhaustedshewasfromstudying,shewouldlockherselfifour-tatamiroom,putonherheadphones,andhammerthethickestfifthstringtoametronomelikeshewastryingtobreakit.
Thefirstfewdays,thejointofherthumbturnedredandswollen.Thenblistersformed,splitopen,andseepedclearfluidthreadedwithblood.Shedidn’tmakeasound.Expressionbnk,shepulledoutbreathableathletictape,edthewoundtight,ariking.
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