People are so careless.
After Charlotte finished complaining, a figure appeared in front of the door.
At first he thought it was the math teacher who was coming, but when he heard the exclamation from behind him, he trembled and looked up.
Yes, it's really Lin Yue.
Why was this kid released?
Minors protection law?
No, there is no one under the age of 18 in the second class of the third year of high school.
Charlotte also noticed the way some women looked at her, with excitement and a bit of schadenfreude, as if they were saying, does it feel better to be slapped in the face by reality?
"Lin Yue, I knew you would be fine."
Dachun stood up with a smile, and when he was about to say something more, Ma Dongmei kicked him in the butt.
"Dongmei, why did you kick me? Don't you want Lin Yue to come back? Didn't you often say that as long as Lin Yue is here, it is impossible for Xia Luo to catch up with Qiu Ya? Even if he is Sun Houhou, he can only stay in your Five Fingers Mountain pee.."
After saying this slowly, he noticed the math teacher standing behind Lin Yue. However, he did not come in. Instead, he stood at the door and looked out.
He quickly sat down, turned to Ma Dongmei, who was looking at him with an angry face, and said, "Dongmei, thank you for reminding me, otherwise the math teacher would have found out, and he would have punished me to stand in the back again. Hey, Dongmei, what are you doing?" Look at me like this, is there something on my face?"
On the other side, Lin Yue ignored Dachun's greeting and Xia Luo's anger, walked straight to his seat, and stared at classmate Yuan Hua who was occupying the magpie's nest.
"roll!"
The word "go" interrupted the train of thought of many students.
That's what Charlotte said about Yuan Hua last time. This time it was Lin Yue, and it was even more outrageous. At least Charlotte didn't say it in front of the teacher. Besides, Yuan Hua's math scores were very good, better than those in the science class. The students are not as good as me, but in Class 2, Grade 3, I have never fallen out of the top three in the monthly exam.
Pa~
Yuan Hua slapped the table and stood up, staring back without flinching.
In the last contest with Charlotte, he gave up and Qiu Ya became Lin Yue's deskmate. He was very upset and ashamed about this matter. Some people poked his spine and called him a weakling. As a man, , it can be described as a great shame and humiliation.
If he continues to be cowardly this time, all his dignity and face will be lost. I believe Qiu Ya will think he is a softie and give up on him.
"I won't leave. How else do you want to hit me?"
When he said this, he glanced at Charlotte. He didn't know whether it was to demonstrate or to tell another competitor that he was not the same Amon as before and would not make the same mistake again.
"..."
Charlotte was not optimistic about Yuan Hua's choice. If he knew how Lin Yue defeated the yellow-haired and flat-headed boy in the arcade, he might face this problem more rationally.
"Hit you? How could I hit you?"
Lin Yue smiled playfully at Yuan Hua, which made the person involved get goosebumps all over his body.
"Because it's not necessary."
What does this mean?
Little Hei Sunfei, who kept looking up at him from behind, didn't know what he meant. Could it be that Lin Yue gave up? Give in? Are you no longer sharing the same table with Qiu Ya?
It's not impossible. After all, I've been in trouble for a while, so I think I'll be honest for a while.
The girl with glasses noticed that Qiu Ya pursed her lips and looked neither sad nor happy. She couldn't tell whether she wanted to be Lin Yue's deskmate or Yuan Hua's deskmate. However, logically speaking, the latter was better, at least she wouldn't be forced to do so. Help with homework.
She also had a question, why was the math teacher indifferent to the conflict between the two people? Who was he talking to at the door?
Soon, this question had an answer.
The math teacher standing at the door stepped aside and two people walked in.
One is the principal, a middle-aged man in his forties. Judging from the principal's attitude towards him, it seems that he is not an ordinary person.
Just when everyone was guessing the identity of the visitor, Yuan Hua weakly shouted "Dad?"
The sound was not loud, but the students heard it clearly and clearly.
Yuan Hua's father came to school?
"You come out with me."
The middle-aged man dropped these words and left the classroom.
Yuan Hua did not dare to neglect and hurriedly chased outside. Lin Yue immediately sat down and threw Yuan Hua's schoolbag to the ground very rudely.
At the same time, a crisp slap sounded in the corridor.
Pa~
It sounds better than popping beans.
This... specified that Yuan Hua would not hit his father, so the only possibility left was that Yuan Hua was slapped.
Now everyone understands why Lin Yue said "because there is no need."
There is really no need for him to fight Yuan Hua. There is someone who will do it for him, and Yuan Hua will not even have the courage to resist.
But...why did Yuan Hua's father beat him?
"Ahem, it's none of your business, just concentrate on class."
The principal looked at Lin Yue deeply and walked away with his hands behind his back.
The math teacher's expression was very unnatural, but since the principal had spoken, he could only calm down and start teaching.
But it was obvious that the students' attention was not on the math textbook, nor on Lin Yue and Qiu Ya, but on Yuan Hua.
It wasn't until the target person walked into the classroom from the outside with his face covered with redness and swelling, silently picked up the schoolbag dropped on the ground, and walked back to the middle of the last row like a defeated rooster to sit down, that everyone painted this incident in their hearts. A period and a question mark.
Yuan Hua's resistance failed again. This time the resistance came from his own father.
The key is how did Lin Yue do it?
Why was Yuan Hua's father so angry that he ran to school and slapped his son?
In any case, this time Yuan Hua was embarrassed and thrown into his grandmother's house.
Dachun looked at classmate Yuan in the next seat and said with a smile: "Yuan Hua, why does your dad still hit you? My dad never hits me."
…
The next evening.
The commercial street opposite No. 7 Middle School ushered in the highlight moment of the day. Students poured out from that door, some riding bicycles into the distance, and some rushing to the other side of the road, selling fried rice, pancakes, steamed buns, grilled buns, etc. The cold noodle stalls were crowded, and the lady in an apron put the prepared ingredients on the stove smoothly. While collecting the money, she shouted, "Don't worry," and asked if there were eggs, ham, and chili.
The sizzling oil blossoms rose, the fragrance of noodles filled the streets, and the vendors selling milk and rice pudding porridge shouted energetically.
There are several fast food restaurants without signs on the side of the street. They are full of students in school uniforms. Several people sit around a table and eat home-cooked meals served by the proprietress. They all pay monthly food fees, and the boss will allocate dishes according to standards. The rice is free and placed in a large wooden bucket for free use. As for the taste... of course it is not as good as Wuchang rice, it can only fill the stomach.
For students, this kind of dining environment is more delicious and economical than the food in the cafeteria.
Meng Te stopped eating after two buns, saying that if he ate too much, he would gain weight and his figure would be out of shape. Zhang Yang was too lazy to pay attention to him. He took one bite of buns and one bite of garlic, leaving his hands full of oil and his mouth full of strange smell.
At that time, the price of garlic was not yet skyrocketing, and the bun shop had unlimited supply.
However, considering that he had a self-study class in the evening and ate so much garlic, one mouthful of which could kill his classmates, Zhang Yang's solution was not to brush his teeth, rinse his mouth and chew gum, but to head into a roadside cigarette shop.
"Boss, bring me a box of peonies."
The proprietress who was sitting behind the counter holding a yellow porcelain basin while cooking rice and watching TV stood up, took out a box of red peonies from the shelf and threw it on the counter: "Three yuan."
When Zhang Yang took money out of his trouser pocket, Mengte asked him a question.
"What do you think Yuan Hua did that made his father so angry that he came to school to whip him?"
