born stubborn

There are two teaching buildings in Nanying No. [-] High School, a five-story high-rise building, and a two-story art high-rise building. There is a little distance between the two buildings.

There is a large open space near the Yigao building, and all the vehicles of Nanying No. [-] Middle School are neatly parked here.

The school bell rang, and ten minutes later, the sound of people and cars filled the area. Compared with the Yigao upstairs, where there were not many people, it seemed particularly deserted.

On the side of the back door of the Class 7 classroom on the second floor, there is a dead-end corridor that Duan turns into. The area is small and somewhat hidden.

This corridor is useless for the school, but for the students in the nearby classrooms, they can use their spare time to do some secret little things.

For example, now, Yuan Yang is lying on the railing in the corridor, staring at the porridge-like people and cars below, thinking about trouble with a cold face.

[Don't go home if you have nothing to do in the future, I can't care about you. ]

This is the third mobile phone message Yuan Yang received today, telling him the same thing emphatically, emphatically, and repeatedly: his biological mother is still unwilling to let him go home.

These three messages seemed to redefine his family membership, a ridiculous outcast with a real mother.

Yuan Yang's fire has never faded, and his fire has been going on for the whole summer, and he hasn't found a chance to send it out until now.

On the floor of the corridor lay two crushed cigarette butts, Yuan Yang stomped heavily and happened to knock one of them off.

The cigarette butt got through the railing, twirled and fell downwards, and was falling on the head of a passing girl with shoulder-length hair.

The girl with shoulder-length hair didn't notice that something had fallen on her hair. With her earphones plugged in and her schoolbag on her back, she happily crossed the messy parking area and walked towards the school gate.

Yuan Yang glanced down and frowned.

In his current mood, he wished he could make a hole in the sky, so he didn't bother to pay attention to such trivial matters.

"Come out, I have something to tell you."

The domineering voice and tone filled my ears, and I didn't need to guess that it was Hao Tian, ​​the monitor of Class 7 of the United States.

Hao Tian looks a little sweet, but has a boyish personality.

At first, Yuan Yang thought that Hao Tian was calling him, but when he turned his head and saw no one, he realized that Hao Tian was actually standing at the back door of the classroom, calling someone else.

That's right, Hao Tian probably wouldn't have called him.

Because among the 7 students in Class 32 of the United States, there are very few people who are willing to take the initiative to talk to Yuan Yang.

Except for imperative business, no one dared to provoke him, an inferior student with a bad temper.

Yes, everyone thinks Yuan Yang is an inferior student, because he is a guy in the five major items of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor in the class. Except for beauty, the other four items are completely silent.

Yuan Yang was still unconvinced before, but later he resigned to his fate, even his own mother didn't want him anymore, so what else?

If no one cares, no one cares, and if no one wants it, no one wants it.

Fend for itself, but quiet.

Hao Tian yelled again: "Liang Yue, do you hear that? I'm calling you!"

Sure enough, Hao Tian called Liang Yue.

Liang Yue is a guy who just transferred from Pugao Class to American Class 7 after the summer vacation.

At this time, ordinary high school students transferred to specialty classes, basically because of poor academic performance and it was difficult to be admitted to excellent universities, so they chose to go to art universities.

From the realistic perspective of exam-oriented education, most of these students are easily underestimated or looked down upon.

But this Liang Yue was an exception.

The first time Yuan Yang heard the name Liang Yue was at the school's welcome ceremony at the beginning of the first year of senior high school. Liang Yue was selected as one of the freshman representatives and gave a speech on stage.

Generally, such students are top-notch, and they are the objects that other students look up to and admire.

What's more, Liang Yue's voice is quite pleasant, his smile is bright, and he can stand on the stage freely, and he belongs to a completely different type of person from Yuan Yang.

Therefore, when Liang Yue finished his speech, all the teachers and students in the school applauded him enthusiastically.

Only Yuan Yang didn't move his fingertips.

He doesn't like this kind of people who are born with superior qualities.

Like a [-]-watt light bulb, it hurts the eyes.

Sometimes the less people want to get close to something, the easier it is to be close to something.

After the dull summer vacation passed, Yuan Yang barely advanced from the sophomore to the senior year.

And Liang Yue's dazzling [-]-watt light bulb unexpectedly transferred to their class at this moment, and even made his own way, sitting at Yuan Yang's back table.

Since then, the corner on the left rear of the classroom, which was originally comfortable and quiet, has become lively.

"Liang Yue..."

"Liang Yue."

"Liang Yue?"

"Liang Yue!"

This Liang Yue, who has only been here for less than ten days, has won the initiative of nearly half of the students in the class by virtue of his eye-catching appearance, excellent grades, and positive and optimistic personality.

Among them, Hao Tian, ​​the squad leader, was the most active, and Yuan Yang, the front desk, was the most indifferent.

At this time, the students in the classroom had already left, but Hao Tian stood at the back door and called Liang Yue out alone.

Because Yuan Yang was standing at the innermost corner, he couldn't see the back door and could only hear their conversation.

"what can I do for you?"

Liang Yue spoke in a gentle voice, and one could imagine that there must be a smile on his face.

"I have something to do." Hao Tian's speech was always crisp and sharp, with a bit of roughness.

When Yuan Yang heard their footsteps, he moved symbolically towards this side, but he didn't turn directly into the corridor.

"Liang Yue, I've taken a fancy to you, shall we have a date?" Hao Tian said.

"...huh?" Liang Yue's voice was a little soft, he probably had never encountered a confession in this way of opening, and he was a little confused.

"Ha, what, can you just say it directly?"

unusually quiet...

A few seconds later, Liang Yue burst out laughing, "Are you...won't you write a love letter?"

"Come on, I can't even do my homework." Hao Tian said mockingly.

Liang Yue was still laughing, "Uh, but I like thin ones."

Hao Tian disagreed, "I can lose weight."

"I like tall ones." Liang Yue said again.

"With a 10cm height increase pad, I can reach 178!" Hao Tian was obviously dissatisfied.

Liang Yue put it bluntly, "You are too fierce."

Hao Tian was confident and confident: "Take a dot from the word Tai, and change it to a homonym for fierce, it's just right."

Liang Yue laughed harder: "Squad leader, you scared me."

Hao Tian became impatient, "Don't be silly, are you a man?"

"It's okay." Liang Yue paused, then lowered his voice and said, "At some point, he may not be a man."

"Hey……"

Just as Hao Tian was about to continue answering the call, Yuan Yang suddenly kicked the railing, and there was a loud bang, and everything fell silent.

He couldn't take it anymore, and wandered out from the corridor, carrying the fire that hadn't been blown.

Liang Yue didn't like him at first, but now he even finds him a bit annoying.

Is this the difference between scum and good?

He obviously has a heart full of fighting blood, but every time he wants to burn, all kinds of blows will turn into a large fire extinguisher and spray towards him, and he will not give up until he is extinguished.

Then look at people like Liang Yue, why is luck and happiness only available to such people easily?

Are you not satisfied with what you can get, and you still have to pick and choose, be ambiguous, and self-righteous?

Fuck, typical pampered and arrogant, sucks!

Yuan Yang threw his schoolbag on his shoulders, lowered his head, pretended not to see the surprised two people, passed between them unscrupulously, and left a rude comment:

"Show face!"

Yuan Yang walked all the way to the stairs, only to hear Hao Tian asking awkwardly behind him: "Who is he talking about?"

Liang Yue stared at Yuan Yang's back that seemed to be hanging from the sky, and made a funny rescue, "It should be, it's not about you, is it?"

"Then he's right." Hao Tian nodded in agreement with Yuan Yang who was going downstairs.

Nanying No. [-] Middle School is half dormitory and half day-study, because most of the students are from the city.Although Yuan Yang was transferred from other places, he has been boarding at his uncle's house in this city.

No. [-] Middle School is not too far from his uncle's house, just two stops by subway.

These two stations happen to be the terminal sections of this subway line, so it is not as crowded as the city center.

As soon as Yuan Yang walked into the waiting hall, he rolled his eyes and saw the girl with shoulder-length hair standing beside the yellow security line with her back to him.

Strangely, the girl still had the cigarette butt stuck to her hair.

Yuan Yang subconsciously walked towards her, thinking whether to remind her, but saw that she still had earphones plugged into her ears, licked a cup of ice cream, and hummed a song.

Forget it, when she was feeling beautiful, she patted her and said she had a dirty cigarette butt on top of her head?Too bad.

Besides, Yuan Yang is not in the mood to take the initiative to help others now, so he dismissed this idea.

"Mom, I want ice cream."

A mother and son stood opposite. The young mother was playing with her mobile phone with her head down, her face was almost glued to the screen.

The child was about five or six years old, with burly hair, and a bad face, with fine sweat soaked in dust after having fun.

"mom!"

Seeing that his mother ignored him, the hairy head grabbed his mother's sleeve and pulled it down hard.

Only then did his mother tilt her head to look at him, and then looked up at the girl with shoulder-length hair opposite her. She was a little unhappy, her eyebrows and eyes were crowded together. "Want to eat? Then go ask your sister for it!"

After speaking, his mother turned her attention back to the phone.

Burrhead really ran up to the shoulder-length hair, and he raised his head, staring straight at the ice cream in the shoulder-length hair, sucking his thumb.

Shoulder-length hair noticed a child looking at her, thought he was talking to him, politely took off an earphone, and bowed to listen.

But the hairy head gave her a fierce look, cursed "stupid" in a low voice, turned and ran away.

The ice cream melted into a layer of milk soup, dripping onto the ground in vain, and the shoulder-length hair hurriedly dug out a pack of tissues from his schoolbag, knelt down and wiped it.

Yuan Yang watched this scene expressionlessly, not surprised.

There is a rumbling vibration on the track line, which is a normal signal before the subway enters the station.

Yuan Yang picked up the schoolbag strap on his shoulder, moved forward a few steps, lined up behind his shoulder-length hair, and got ready.

At this moment, the hairy head suddenly ran over, and violently pushed the shoulder-length hair that was squatting and wiping the ground.

"Ugh..."

Unable to guard against his shoulder-length hair, he screamed and lay on his back into the pit of the subway track.