Among the schools in Yangqian City, Yangqian No. 3 Middle School can only be said to be average.
There are neither the strong teachers of the city's No. 1 Middle School nor the rich cultural and artistic activities of private high schools. The reason why Wang Qingyun studies here is very simple. He is not good at studying and can only take the exam.
My mother wanted to go through the back door, but my father was stinky and stubborn and would not allow her.
At first, my father and mother had a cold war for a month because of this incident, but in the end, my father's "integrity" was slightly better.
Looking at the familiar but unfamiliar school uniform in front of me, like ants crawling, a strange feeling flows through my body. Will I, an old gangster, be too much of a bully in school?
bell--
The school bell rang, and Wang Qingyun stepped into the classroom.
The pink hands pulled the clothes: "Wang Qingyun, have you finished the paper? It's just yours." A soft and waxy voice sounded.
Wang Qingyun turned his head in a daze, and a white and rosy jade face came into view.
Xie Shiyun, his deskmate in high school, Wang Qingyun only has one sentence left in his memory of her - "a cowardly school bully who is afraid of cockroaches."
There is no thick foundation or slender tattooed eyebrows. Her cheeks are clean and pure, rosy, pink and bright. It can be said that she is a hibiscus from clear water, and she is naturally beautiful and radiant.
"Don't... don't look at me, hurry up... hand in your homework." Xie Shiyun turned her head away, not daring to look at Wang Qingyun. Her pretty face became even hotter, like a steamed hairy crab in a steamer, as red as a rosy red.
Blushing is the best makeup for a woman. Although I don’t know who said this, at this moment, Wang Qingyun felt like this. The blushing Xie Shiyun was more pleasing to the eye.
What's wrong with Wang Qingyun? He looks at himself like this. Could it be that he has discovered what he is thinking?
Xie Shiyun gritted her teeth slightly, her heart pounding wildly, and her shy emotions were like flames. She knew even without a mirror that her face was absolutely red.
呲——
There was a pile of papers on the table, and Wang Qingyun took out one and looked at it.
It's a mathematics volume, quadratic functions, derivative functions, elliptic curves, inequalities...
What the hell is this?
Wang Qingyun felt dizzy for a while and came back again. Based on wind speed, humidity, distance and other conditions, he knew the sniper target clearly.
But in front of him, he had forgotten all the mathematics except the addition and subtraction signs, and he felt unfamiliar as never before.
Now that the college entrance examination is less than three months away, he still wants to get good grades in the college entrance examination and meet his grandfather alone. Mathematics is like this, and other subjects are simply unthinkable.
Wang Qingyun's brows condensed into the character "Chuan", and he suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem.
The fat Chinese teacher was teaching on the stage. Wang Qingyun listened for a while. He had forgotten all the ancient poems and couldn't remember the answer template for reading comprehension. The only thing that gave him some comfort was the composition and himself. That hand-written calligraphy is like a dragon or a snake.
"Give me your paper, and you should pay attention to the class." Halfway through the class, Xie Shiyun's soft voice came, and she looked at Wang Qingyun with a pair of big, watery eyes.
Wang Qingyun looked at Xie Shiyun beside him, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his head, and he couldn't help but slap his right hand on the table.
Snapped!
The Chinese teacher was a little angry. This Wang Qingyun, despite his poor grades, was also disrupting classroom discipline. He couldn't help but asked in a deep voice:
"Wang Qingyun, what are you doing!"
As soon as the Chinese teacher finished speaking, monitor Hao Ren said in a strange tone: "Teacher, some people think about something other than studying all day long, so we don't need to worry about them."
When a teacher cleans himself up, that's called teaching, and that's right. Where did Hao Ren, who was as shrill as a eunuch, get the courage?
Did Liang Jingru give it to me?
When Hao Ren looked at Wang Qingyun, there was not only pride, but also deep ridicule. It didn't matter if he had a background, he was destined to be a loser and a loser!
He accidentally knew Wang Qingyun's background and guessed that the other party wanted to keep a low profile, so he took advantage of the fact that the college entrance examination was about to take place and stepped in. When he got to university, he would definitely have a lot of bragging rights.
Ding——
The sound of the bench retreating was heard. Wang Qingyun stood up and walked towards Hao Ren. The students watching the excitement around him held their breaths, and their lustrous eyes flashed with excitement.
Boom!
The Chinese book with a picture of the roar of the Yellow River was thrown hard on the table by the Chinese teacher. He was really angry.
"Wang Qingyun, what are you doing? Do you still have a teacher in your eyes?"
Hao Ren suddenly wanted to run away, but when he thought that no matter what Wang Qingyun did, he would not dare to do anything to himself or hit himself, so he immediately called the police to see how the secretary, who always prided himself on integrity, would deal with it.
Glancing at the angry teacher again, feeling confident in his heart, Hao Ren sneered and shouted even more proudly:
"Wang Qingyun, I think you are not good at studying. If you don't study hard, you will be useless in this life. Go back to your seat and sit down quickly, otherwise the teacher will be angry."
Although the Chinese teacher has not entered the officialdom, among all subjects, he has the most understanding of language arts.
Listening to squad leader Hao Ren's specious "advice", he felt vaguely like he was being used as a gunman. What do you mean he will be useless in this life?
Wang Qingyun approached and stood in front of Hao Ren.
Seeing that Wang Qingyun still had a dull expression, Hao Ren became even more proud. He waved his hand like he was greeting a stray dog and shook his head in disgust: "Go back. You don't have the ability and don't want to learn. We all still want to learn."
Snapped!
A loud noise sounded in the classroom, and a bloody red slap mark stuck to Hao Ren's pale yellow cheek.
The whole classroom could hear needle drops, and everyone's eyes widened in disbelief. Xie Shiyun even covered her mouth with her hands. She couldn't believe that Wang Qingyun, who had always been gentle and elegant, actually dared to speak in front of the teacher during class. Beating people, and even slapping them.
Pa-pa——
"You just love learning, right? You just have the courage, right?"
While speaking, he was twitching. Before he could fight back, a cry suddenly flew out of Hao Ren's throat. Wang Qingyun stopped his hand and shook it.
"It's dirty."
"Hahaha--"
The classmates who were watching the fun burst into laughter, and even the Chinese teacher at the desk felt happy. This class monitor, Hao Ren, had some connections in the school, and he loved to play harp.
Either he goes beyond the teacher's guidance in class, or he holds a class meeting to discuss big things.
Now it's better, I failed to show off and got slapped in the face. Not to mention, watching being slapped is really a pleasant feeling.
Even though he was very comfortable, the Chinese teacher still had to pretend to be angry and shouted:
"Wang Qingyun, stand at the door!"
The Chinese teacher personally took Hao Ren to the infirmary. The classroom was arranged by study committee member Xie Shiyun, who directed everyone to study by themselves.
Wang Qingyun stood at the door, looking at the empty concrete floor and sighing, he must be in school.
If there was such a good piece of vacant land outside, it would be money to buy it, hoard it, or develop it.
"I copied your paper for you in your handwriting."
A sweet voice sounded from behind.
Turning his head, Xie Shiyun was looking at him with a blushing face.
The other party was wearing a knee-length gray pleated skirt, revealing her shapely and delicate calves. Her top was a pink long-sleeved shirt with a cute kawaii pudding cat sewn on it, and she had a cute and clean face.
The hibiscus comes out of the clear water, and the carvings are naturally removed. I still feel pity for Sister Lin. She is charming, pure and exquisite, and it has that flavor.
Looking into Wang Qingyun's piercing eyes, Xie Shiyun felt a scorching light passing through her skin. She shyly turned her head and walked into the classroom. After a while, a familiar voice sounded again.
"Just now...you played beautifully."
Wang Qingyun signaled Xie Shiyun to come over, and Xie Shiyun slowly came closer.
"Those slaps I gave were for you. His eyes narrowed when he looked at you. Didn't you notice?"
The heat flowed over her ears, and Xie Shiyun was stunned for a moment and nodded numbly.
"So how are you going to thank me?"
"I--"
"Stop me. I want to take the college entrance examination and go to Southern University of Science and Technology. Please help me with my homework, little beauty."
The distance between the eyes of the two people was less than five centimeters. Xie Shiyun looked at Wang Qingyun in a daze. Although she saw the seriousness in Wang Qingyun's eyes, she could no longer distinguish the emotional color.
Because a strong hand grasped her plump catkins, her pupils dilated, and for a moment, there was only overwhelming shame left in her world.
"Let's talk after...school is over..."
Xie Shiyun opened her hands, turned around and ran into the classroom.
The beauty is gone, but the fragrance still remains.
Looking at the other party's back as he hurriedly left, Wang Qingyun couldn't help but be shocked. Are girls in this era so shy?
Wang Qingyun only felt that Xie Shiyun seemed to be quite good to him, and regarded it as a friendship with his deskmate. However, he did not know that his wonderful feelings had already taken root in Xie Shiyun's heart because of a simple effort in a physical education class.
