Chapter 59: I was harmed by you
"I really miss it."
Yue Ran looked at the bright sunshine outside through the gap in the blue curtains in front of the window and the bustling people on the playground.
Then the rapid ringing of the class bell interrupted Yue Ran's thoughts. He narrowed his eyes and focused on the students wearing blue and white school uniforms with badges symbolizing Sunan University on their chests who were coming in one after another at the door of the classroom.
As the students entered, the class gradually became lively, and Yue Ran also saw two familiar figures among the group of students who came in.
"Wen Hui and Li Ruize."
Wenhui's hair is shoulder-length, with trimmed side bangs covering the corner of her right eye. The ill-fitting blue and white school uniform looks wider on her body. The boy following her is about 1.75 meters tall. On the left and right is Li Ruize, who has short hair and rimless glasses.
At this time, Wenhui, who had just entered the classroom, stood at the door. She did not return to her seat immediately but focused her eyes on Yue Ran or Lin Jia. At that moment, a flash of light flashed in her eyes. A hint of indescribable emotion.
Yue Ran also saw Wen Hui, and their eyes met. Wen Hui's eyes dodged, and then she hurried back to her seat. Li Zerui, who was following Wen Hui, glared at Yue Ran fiercely, with a look in his eyes. Also mixed with a hint of strange emotions.
When the two of them faced Lin Jia's performance, Yue Ran saw it completely. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a very playful smile, and then slowly murmured, "The relationship is a bit complicated. Wen Hui's relationship with Lin Jia is very complicated." Jia has a good impression, and Li Zerui has a good impression of Wen Hui, so Li Zerui is hostile to Lin Jia, so he is also responsible for Lin Jia's bullying later."
Now Yue Ran has roughly figured out his own situation. Just as he guessed just now, he doesn't know when Lin Jia will be pulled into his memory again.
Taking advantage of the opportunity before the students had fully returned, Yue Ran carefully looked at his current environment.
This is the junior high school of Sunan University. Yue Ran is sitting in the last row of the classroom, next to the window. From Yue Ran's current angle, he can just see the classroom door plate hanging outside the classroom, which says "二" in red paint pen. Four words: "One class per year".
The layout of the entire class is the same as Yue Ran is familiar with. There is no change. There are 3 horizontally, 5 vertically, and 15 tables. Except for the table in the first row closest to the classroom door, which is empty, every table is occupied. Two students.
Zhang Xiaobei was in the third row in the middle row. At this time, she was sorting out her books, probably preparing for the next class. In the row behind Zhang Xiaobei were Wenhui and Li Zerui. At this time, Yue Ran noticed that After arriving at his seat, Li Zerui seemed to still be looking at him, with a look that seemed to say, you kid, don't have any ideas about Wen Hui.
Yue Ran smiled helplessly and turned his attention to the blackboard.
The subject teacher for this class has not come yet on the podium. There are still traces of the previous class on the blackboard. Today's class schedule is written on the left side of the blackboard. According to the class schedule, this class should be Chinese. class.
As soon as he saw the word "Chinese" appearing on the course schedule on the left side of the blackboard, Yue Ran's body tensed up involuntarily. This reminded him of his previous experience in "Class Two of Three Years."
"Lin Jia, why are you dazed?"
At this time, a slightly immature male voice rang in Yue Ran's ears, which made Yue Ran, who had almost ignored his current identity, return to the role of Lin Jia again.
Following the voice, I saw a boy with a three-part hairstyle, a lock of yellow hair on his forehead, and very light eyebrows.
"The Chinese teacher will be here soon, hurry up and get your textbooks."
The boy with three-quarter hair and a lock of yellow hair on his forehead seemed to be afraid of the Chinese teacher who was coming next. He took out the Chinese textbook from the desk and put it on the table.
Yue Ran glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw his name - Ding Shuo written in crooked fonts in the boys' textbook.
"Ding Shuo?"
"Huh?" Ding Shuo, who was sorting out his desk, looked up at Yue Ran, his face full of question marks, as if he was asking Yue Ran what happened to him.
"Whose seat is in the first row by the door?"
"Wenyao's, he's alone." Ding Shuo replied casually.
Yue Ran remembered what Zhang Xiaobei had just said to him here.
"Wen Yao was sent home to reflect. This time the relationship between Lin Jia and Wen Yao was completely forged, and there was Wen Hui in the middle. It was really a headache."
At this time, Ding Shuo remembered something again and spoke to Yue Ran again: "Lin Jia, the Chinese teacher is Wen Yao's uncle, be careful if he targets you."
"Huh?" Yue Ran was stunned for a moment, "Is it so blatant?"
"I heard," Ding Shuo glanced sideways at Wen Hui, who was sitting in the fourth row in the middle row, and found that she had not noticed him. Then he whispered to Yue Ran, "The reason why they beat you this time was originally It has been defined as bullying. The school's initial decision was to expel Wenyao and other students who participated, and they also proposed to go home and reflect. Later, Wenyao's family found connections, and the expulsion of Wenyao was changed to bullying. I reflect on you, but the matter of going straight to the high school fell through, and the Chinese teacher is extremely defensive and will definitely find ways to find trouble with you."
Yue Ran was completely shocked, and smiled bitterly in his heart, thinking: Lin Jia has provoked someone.
"Who is our Chinese teacher?" Yue Ran asked his deskmate Ding Shuo.
"Huh?" Ding Shuo then came to the same conclusion about Yue Ran as Zhang Xiaobei, "You won't be beaten stupid by Wen Yao and the others, right? I doubted you just now when you asked Wen Yao, do you want to Ask for leave to go to the hospital, but the Chinese teacher can't give you leave. You'd better ask for it during the next English class, as the English teacher is easier to talk to."
Yue Ran ignored Ding Shuo. He found that Lin Jia's deskmate seemed to be a bit talkative.
At this moment, the classroom of Class 1 of the second grade of junior high school suddenly became quiet. A teacher with slicked back hair, gold-rimmed glasses, a white striped shirt and a black tie walked in from the door.
Yue Ran looked very familiar with this outfit. He was clearly Yu Ning's class teacher, Chinese teacher Liu Jiang.
"The Chinese teacher is here."
Ding Shuo whispered in Yue Ran's ear.
"Papa -"
Liu Jiang patted the blackboard, raising a cloud of white chalk dust.
"Ding Shuo, what were you and Lin Jia doing just now? They were whispering to each other. I wonder if there is already class now?"
Ding Shuo, who was sitting next to Yue Ran, was stunned. He didn't expect that the Chinese teacher's fire would actually burn on his head.
"You and Lin Jia go out and stand there for me. There are no rules. Who wiped the blackboard today? Come up and wipe it again!"
Outside the door of Class 1, Grade 2, junior high school, Ding Shuo looked at Yue Ran, who looked very leisurely, with a bitter look on his face.
"I've been really hurt by you."
