Human ladder

When Wen Yan swaggered into the class with the fritters that were 'smuggled' from the back door of the school, people in several classes often made noises, fearing that Bobo, whose office is next door, didn't know that Wen Yan slept until almost noon before coming to class. Immediately scrambling to be the first to yell.

The resulting effect almost covered the voice of the teacher on the stage.

"Yo, Brother Wen, someone said that you went to the pheasant farm last night, is there such a thing?!"

"Then how about eating soy milk and fried dough sticks in the morning? Can't you nourish your body?"

A group of students were telling nasty jokes in front of the teacher, men and women were not taboo, it really wasn't intentional, it's just that these people didn't even care what class they were taking, and they selectively ignored the teacher.

The female teacher standing on the podium pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, focused on the textbook in her hand and sighed silently.

Wen Yan's life experience has been spread in various offices in just a few hours, but the teacher is also a human being, and after chewing this sour gossip, there is only a sigh.

Wen Yan squinted at the words on the blackboard, found a few math problems and thought it was a math class, but when he saw a female teacher who looked like Lin Daiyu standing on the stage in a gentle manner, he also took a breath in doubt. Soybean milk, raised his chin and glanced at the courseware on the podium——suddenly found a Chinese book lying there quietly.

I smiled on the spot, looking at the exercises left over from the previous two lessons on the blackboard, as well as the messy chalk dust flying around the podium and the garbage dump beside the podium, I missed the road that is always clean Expect.

So he waved his hands at those people with a headache, sat next to He Zhang and concentrated on eating half of the deep-fried dough stick in his hand, and counted down in his heart to see how long He Zhang's urination would last before he ran over to ask him .

For example: How did you like it?

Why do you like it?

What happened between you two?

However, from the time Wen Yan entered the class to now, He Zhang only raised his noble head for a few seconds, and soon concentrated on playing games with his mobile phone.

"..."

Wen Yan prepared a stomach full of tantalizing answers, and reluctantly swallowed all of them along with the fried dough sticks in his mouth, and was momentarily speechless due to suffocation.

From morning until now, he lacked a way to smooth his hair. He felt that it was abnormal to miss someone so morbidly. He could only hope to hear more of this name from others.

However, after seeing that the only listener did not show the slightest interest in this, he still felt frustrated after all.

It wasn't until Wen Yan finished his restless breakfast that He Zhang finally raised his head from the game and looked at Wen Yan.

"Have you visited Dr. Bai this week?"

"???"

What kind of prologue is this? ?

Wen Yan even twitched the soy milk he had just swallowed depressedly for a while and belched reluctantly.

"I've been thinking about it all night. You'd better ask Dr. Bai. It's not surprising that you... fell in love with him. You should have noticed something early on. You boy is so clingy to him."

Speaking of this, He Zhang seemed to recall the days when Wen Yan was arguing that his quilt was smelly, and that he wanted to sleep with Lu Congqiu, his face suddenly became like a little girl who was molested, you, you, you For a while, I didn't say why.

Of course Wen Yan knew what he was thinking of, and waved his hand: "I've said it all, he doesn't know."

He listened to the sound of the people around him playing a movie, it should be a war movie, and the bursting of machine guns was particularly disturbing and quiet.

I saw a class of more than 40 people crowded in such a small classroom.

The unknown teacher read lazily according to the content in the textbook, and didn't even bother to lift his eyelids during the period.

"Doctor Bai said that my psychological problems have improved a lot. I will go to her in the next few days... Hey, He Zhang."

Wen Yan's expression suddenly became serious, pointing his fingertips on the bumpy classroom desk, shaking his legs and doing nothing.

But Wen Yan's expression was extremely serious, which made He Zhang become serious.

Wen Yan lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled with his trembling pupils, and his half-dry short hair hung down in locks, softening the sharp lines a lot.

"Lu Congqi plans to take the exam at his father's school, and his grades are enough to go abroad... I never knew what he was thinking."

He Zhang looked at Wen Yan's disappointed expression and silently rolled his eyes: "The sky is high, let the birds fly, do you expect him to be like you? Or like me?"

Only then did Wen Yan turn his head to take a serious look at He Zhang.

He Zhang has the face of a good student and an honest person, and with his black-rimmed glasses that are not rubbish, he is a standard folk scholar.

The other half of his earphones fell off and dangled between the two of them.

The sound of "chug chug" gunshots continued to come out from the earphones, and what the leaking earphones pulled was the first time that the two young people had reached a consensus in a certain sense.

Wen Yan: "I remember you said that everyone has the right and desire to make themselves better. What about us? Everyone knows that it is good to study hard, and it is good to have a bright future. For Lu Congqi, It's really... the sky is high and birds can fly."

Speaking of which, Wen Yan no longer intends to hear any answers.

Because he found out why he didn't feel the anger of being betrayed or abandoned, but some emotion that he couldn't look at has been blocking his heart, so that all his emotions today are mixed with this emotion, happiness is not happiness , sad is not sad.

Very depressed.

It was only at this time that he heard that he was really aggrieved and wanted to ask... What about me?You are so eager and persistent to move forward, have you ever thought about me?

"Did you see the short-haired girl in the first row?"

Wen Yan was subconsciously puzzled when he heard this sentence, and asked, "There are still girls in our class?"

So he followed He Zhang's line of sight all the way to the first row.

Wen Yan only saw a thin and thin back bent under a clean and girly pink coat, who was lying on the table with his head down and writing something. During this period, the movements of raising or lowering his head were extremely small, trying to curl himself up into a ball in her table bucket.

The books in front of the girl were neatly piled up, which stood out in such a messy environment, as if deliberately showing that they were out of place here.

For some reason, Wen Yan was in the last row, surrounded by snoring, swearing, and music leaking from earphones, but he heard the rustling sound of writing on the paper and the teacher bowing his head and patiently pointing at the textbook on the podium to explain the sound of.

He Zhang's voice spoke in a timely manner, with the usual cadences he used to say today: "Her father offended the dean. It seems that this girl was transferred here because she had a feud with the dean."

Unknowingly, Wen Yan's expression was filled with resentment and disgust. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted coldly by He Zhang:

"Do you know why she works so hard?"

Wen Yan withdrew his gaze and met He Zhang's inscrutable eyes. He didn't smile, but said with a somewhat cold smile in his tone: "Because I don't want to be with us, because I want to prove that I won't be like us. people."

Knowing that He Zhang meant something, they pulled a possibly poor girl and rubbed and fiddled with her in different ways.

A shadow who wants to make a girl into Lu Congqi;

One is tearing and destroying.

The four eyes met and no one was willing to look away first, staring at each other for a long time, Wen Yan was even rubbed out of sparks, feeling that the sparks burned the withered weeds in his chest to a wasteland.

That was the glimmer of hope he found last night in the brilliance of thousands of lights.

Hope is like sprouting green grass, and Lu Congqi is the unintentional spring breeze that blows the weeds that are wanton and exuberant, but now they wither and turn to ashes overnight.

Wen Yan exhaled lightly, gently put the handful of ashes away properly, suppressed his evil fire, got up and patted He Zhang on the shoulder: "The dean's is really too much."

As soon as He Zhang heard that the words were wrong, he stood up and stopped Wen Yan without eyesight: "Are you looking for trouble again?"

Wen Yan watched He Zhang holding his waist with a heroic face and not letting him move a step, he couldn't laugh or cry for a while, no matter how big the evil fire was, he shouldn't send it to him, so he mercifully gave He Zhang his patience Zhang: "I have something in his hands. This time it's really not what I'm looking for."

He looked up at the unknown girl again, and struggled a few times: "Let go, I don't know if Dad's name is in someone's name?"

This roar almost startled the whole class, and the noisy classroom was eerily quiet for a few seconds.

Wen Yan shamelessly smiled at the whole class and said, "Little ones, your King of the Mountain will lose his reputation."

"Your Majesty's move is very exciting, classroom play??? Hurry up, He Zhang, change to brothers after you do it."

"..."

He Zhang hugged Wen Yan's waist, poked his head out from behind and saw that the person who was talking was Liu Duwen, who often played with Wen Yan. country's president.

But it happened to have a traitor's head.

Wen Yanjian smiled angrily and turned his head back: "Shut up Liu Duwen, you are really going to be lonely and go find Bobo?"

Hold.

Why worry about this brat.

He Zhang felt that he must have been the grandfather of this grandson in his previous life, but now the bastard tortoise turns over and starts to lose its shell, and its hoof is no longer a hoof.

Afraid of ruining Lu Congqi's reputation, isn't father's reputation not a reputation? ? ?

He Zhang let go of Wen Yan in an extremely unlucky manner, and said angrily: "Fuck, I will take care of your shit..."

Wen Yan turned his back and coughed pretendingly: "Hmm."

He Zhang looked up at Wen Yan and looked at himself with a disheveled face, thinking that he had finally won a revolutionary victory, and became a fool with pride: "Go, go find Bobo, and call the teaching director over by the way to do justice for the sky Once, isn't it?"

Wen Yan rubbed his nose in embarrassment, he didn't know whether he couldn't breathe or it really made He Zhang squeeze out a drop of embarrassing flush.

It's just that he didn't intend to tell He Zhang what happened behind his back, and he pretended to be distressed: "Looking for Bobo? I'm afraid~"

"Yo hoo." He Zhang became a dog when he heard this, shaking his not-so-soft fur and squatting on the stool: "Bobo is like a dog, are you afraid?"

"Push."

This time, the female teacher on the stage finally couldn't help laughing, and then led the whole class to roar with laughter.

He Zhang turned his head bluntly, looked up at the lump of fleshy head blocked by the back door, his face twitched in pain, as if he really wanted to break his head off.

No matter how cowardly a leader is, he is still a leader, and he still has the ability to make you wear little shoes for a lifetime.

No matter how cowardly the head teacher is, he will make you feel overwhelmed.

When He Zhang saw Wen Yan's little expression of raising his eyebrows, he stood there obediently with his arms folded, waiting for a good show, and his toothache was particularly painful.

He even sympathized with Qilu Congqi and recruited such an ancestor.

Bobo walked into the class and finally stopped in front of He Zhang: "Come here."

He Zhang could only droop his head and stood up bearing the grievances on his forehead.

Unexpectedly, Wang Bo turned his head and pointed at Wen Yan in a particularly serious manner: "Student Wen Yan, it's you."

"Hahahaha Wen Yan, do you know what retribution is? What is it called???"

Wen Yan looked at those mobs winking at him in dismay and his hands were itchy, thinking that the post-autumn reckoning could be regarded as coming.

When I walked out of the class, I subconsciously looked at the watch hanging on the blackboard in the class, regretting that I couldn't find my way after school.

I had no choice but to step on the school bell and the gloating laughter of the whole class into the office that was only separated from the class by a wall.

It doesn't matter if you go in, Wen Yan saw several people in the office, they almost retreated in fright when they just stepped into the door.

"No way, I just skipped half a day of class. Is this going to be three trials?!"