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In the afternoon, during the big class break, he was told to gather on the fifth floor. Lin Jinglei came out from the back door of the class and met Yan Zizheng who came out from the front door of class [-].

The two of them still didn't speak to each other, they walked upstairs one after the other, when they reached the stairs, Zheng Qiaoyin who came up from the first floor called Lin Jinglei to stop through the passing students.

"What's the matter?" Lin Jinglei rarely stopped patiently.

Yan Zizheng's footsteps slowed down without leaving any traces. It seemed that he was continuing to walk, but he was actually listening to the conversation between the two behind him.

Zheng Qiaoyin first asked: "Listen to your voice, do you have a cold?"

Lin Jinglei hummed.

The girl shook a stack of colorful papers in her hand: "Can you help me distribute them to your classmates?"

Lin Jinglei frowned: "What?"

"The flyer, my drink shop, half price with student ID, help me promote it."

Lin Jinglei turned around and left: "No help."

Zheng Qiaoyin expected this kind of result: "Okay, okay, don't trouble you, I'll go find Tang Shan."

Like Tang Shan, Zheng Qiaoyin is also the announcer of the campus radio station. Lin Jinglei only found out about it two days ago. He knew that even if he didn't help Zheng Qiaoyin, Tang Shan would still be able to move around.

He was striding up the stairs, the big class break was only 10 minutes, and seeing that three and a half minutes had passed, he wanted to go upstairs to listen to the senior sisters and seniors finish their ink writing, and he just wanted to go back to work and sleep because of his dizziness.

Just when he passed Yan Zizheng at the corner of the stairs, his nose itched and he sneezed loudly.

Yan Zizheng turned his head inadvertently, but was sprayed by Lin Jinglei's saliva. He immediately stopped and closed his eyes, with disgust on his face: "Damn, dirty or not!"

Lin Jinglei sniffed: "If I can control it, I won't fucking hit you. Who told you to turn your head away?"

Curling up on the sofa overnight was the direct cause of Lin Jinglei's cold. Since the morning, his nose was stuffy and his throat was dry, and being able to sneeze couldn't be happier. He completely surpassed Yan Zizheng and continued to climb the stairs.

Few people were notified to gather this time, and they disbanded soon.

Lin Jinglei was the last one to come out, just in time to see Tang Shan who came out of the broadcasting studio, that kid still had a white gauze wrapped around his head, looking from a distance, he looked like he was going to a funeral.

When Lin Jinglei came to him, Tang Shan asked, "How is it? Have you been chosen?"

"I don't know. If you want to report your height and weight, you're insane. You have to come up with such a stupid thing, so you can't ask it all at once."

"It must be custom uniform clothing," Tang Shan said excitedly, "That means you have chosen it!"

Holy crap, Lin Jinglei is not happy, because Yan Zizheng is among the people chosen, who wants to cooperate with that idiot.

Tang Shan squeezed his eyes: "What a great opportunity, all the girls in the school can see you, are you still worried about having a romantic relationship?"

Lin Jinglei took away Tang Shanlai's hand hooking his chin in disgust: "Go away, am I the one who needs to rely on this kind of thing to meet peach blossoms?"

Tang Shan was stunned: "That's right."

Lin Jinglei went downstairs and listened to the music played on the radio outside: "It's this broken song again? It's still at the top of the campus hit list, I believe in what I believe in all day long, I believe in shit, it's so annoying to listen to, you can't change it ?"

Tang Shan curled his lips: "The teacher of the youth league committee won't allow other songs to be played, except this one is all kinds of red songs. Isn't it the red culture month?"

The two talked all the way down, and Lin Jinglei didn't stop when they reached the second floor, and continued walking.

"Leizi, why are you going?"

It was when Tang Shan mentioned the Red Culture Month that Lin Jinglei thought that the remaining two classes were for chorus practice, and he didn't participate. Since the idea of ​​wanting to sleep was lost, he might as well go to the stadium.

"play ball."

"I want to go too." Tang Shan suddenly regretted volunteering to be the lead singer.

Lin Jinglei turned around with a smirk and waved: "The path I chose, go back and walk on your knees."

The half-hidden office door was pushed open without a knock. Zou Jing knew who was coming without looking up. He continued to write on the lesson plan: "Close the door."

You Zhaoyu kicked the door and slammed it shut: "You want to talk about tearing down my chair?"

Zou Jing opened the drawer and took out a mobile phone and put it on the table, looking at You Zhaoyu: "I went back to class last class, and saw you playing with your mobile phone from the back window, do you want to hand it in like this?"

You Zhaoyu stood there with open arms: "You read wrong, I don't have a mobile phone, if you don't believe me, you can search it yourself."

Zou Jing pushed the mobile phone on the table forward: "Take it back."

"What do you mean? Please me?"

Zou Jing leaned on the back of the chair, smiled, and looked intimidatingly: "Why should I please you."

You Zhaoyu lowered his arms: "Aren't you afraid that I will embarrass you in front of the whole class?"

It’s really incomprehensible for these half-grown children to think. It’s not the first time that Zou Jing felt sorry for You Zhaoyu’s brain circuit. He continued: “Then you are indirectly admitting that you dismantled my chair.”

"How could it be me? Didn't Feng Yi admit it?"

"If that's the case," Zou Jing stood up, "do I have to charge you with intimidating my classmates?"

Their way of getting along was not like a teacher-student from the very beginning. Zou Jing, who is ten years older than You Zhaoyu, should have been more mature and stable, but when talking to You Zhaoyu, he unconsciously became elusive and unreasonable. He was surprised My own strictness and decisiveness will be exhausted, leaving only infinite indulgence and patience.

He admitted that facing You Zhaoyu, he lacked the majesty of a teacher, or in other words, this rebellious boy should not be treated with common sense.

You Zhaoyu snorted, "You don't have evidence, so why do you say I threatened him?"

"The organization is clear enough." Zou Jing nodded slightly, staring at the young man in front of him, "Then you think I tore down your chair, and you have no evidence, so why should you say it was me?"

"What do you mean?"

"In the future," Zou Jing came out from behind the desk, "any pranks used on me may come back to you, you have to be careful."

Before You Zhaoyu could speak, the person in front of the bookshelf threw a book over, and he caught it reflexively.

Zou Jing came over and said, "Now, remove all the staples, don't argue that you didn't do it, a man must dare to do it."

At this time there was a knock on the door, and Zou Jing responded, "Come in."

When Yu Zhaoyu saw that it was Gong Yue who was holding a stack of exercise books, he didn't speak back, but stood in front of the desk honestly and began to pry off the densely packed staples on the textbook in his hand one by one with an iron ruler on the desk then unplug it.

Zou Jing asked the class representative of Class [-]: "Have you collected everything?"

"It's still a few books away."

Zou Jing sighed: "Your class will always be short of several books."

"Teacher, I will try my best to collect it next time," Gong Yue said while picking up the top exercise book and flipping through it, "I have a question I want to ask."

You Zhaoyu kept his eyes on Gong Yue, who was polite and gentle to Zou Jing, who was listening to the questions, and he didn't care if his fingers were scratched by the staples.

He seemed to finally know what his unspeakable dislike for Zou Jing was.

This resource-based small northern city on the 32nd line has four distinct seasons. The typical climate features are extremely cold in winter, extremely hot in summer, and strong winds all day long in spring and autumn.

The windy weather that has just entered the autumn single cycle has already blown the blue warning. Most people who go out will wear masks and glasses when going out. Some people are handsome, and some people are funny.

Lin Jinglei dismissed the fat girl Si Meiqi who was wearing a mask when she went to the gym, "I don't know how faceless I am, it's like you don't wear this mask, it can't stop anything."

Si Meiqi didn't return her words, she went straight to Lin Jinglei with her eyes wide and her arms waving.

Lin Jinglei ran away immediately, knowing how painful it was to be beaten by Si Meiqi, he was always talking nonsense, probably because he ran fast and it was difficult to be caught up.

After arriving at their class on the playground, he slowed down: "Don't chase, the wind can't blow you, but it's entirely possible to blow me away."

Si Meiqi stood there with her hips akimbo angrily, watching the figure of the man sneaking towards the back of the line. Tang Shan smiled and reconciled when passing by: "The bastard has his own day, don't be angry with him."

"The bitch has her own money?" Si Meiqi took off her mask and strode over, "Stop making trouble, God is very busy, so I still have to do it myself."

Lin Jinglei thought that Si Meiqi had given up chasing and beating him, and when he was concentrating on talking to two boys, he suddenly saw a fat face close at hand, and immediately backed away to avoid it, just in time to crash into the [-]th class team.

The music of radio exercises sounded, and all the participating high school students began to become regular.

"Step on my sneakers again."

Lin Jinglei turned his head when he heard a familiar voice, he rubbed his arm pinched by Si Meiqi and hummed to Yan Zizheng: "Why, do you want to fight again?"

As soon as the words came out, the boys who heard around Class [-] tended to surround him immediately.Seeing Yan Zizheng standing upright and starting to do exercises, they all backed away.

Lin Jinglei went back to his class. There were several boys in Class [-] wearing sneakers to practice. He guessed that the next class was PE class.Looking at the sneaker on Yan Zizheng's left foot that only has half of his print on it, he stepped on it on purpose before the football match last time.

He withdrew his gaze, thinking that Class [-] was full of idiots, it would be strange if the ball was not lost if it was not blown on a windy day.

He was immediately depressed again, it's too stupid to practice in this bad school in windy weather, he felt sorry for his messy hairstyle, and even more so for his squinted eyes.

Lin Jinglei hasn't learned how to do radio gymnastics until now. Like all the male students standing at the back, he is purely foolish. He took advantage of the dean's patrol and made a few random gestures, and spent most of the rest of the time standing there watching the excitement.

Liu Zhihe knew the virtues of this group of people, and he was too lazy to care about them. He glanced around and pretended that he didn't see their laziness.

As soon as the music stopped during the exercise, the people on the playground instantly disbanded. Lin Jinglei followed the flow of people towards the teaching building while rubbing his right eye which had been soaked in sand.

There was a sudden crushing pain on the left foot, and the tone of the person who passed by was neither light nor heavy: "It's even."

Lin Jinglei turned around and looked at Yan Zizheng's back: "Damn it, do you have nails on the soles?"

The corner of Yan Zizheng's mouth curved slightly, facing Lin Jinglei, he walked backwards, and stretched out two fingers: "Twice."

"Leizi, let's go," Tang Shan shouted, "Go to the supermarket."

Lin Jinglei looked down at his soiled shoes, feeling upset: "No."

"My treat."

"Let's go then."

When he returned to the class, he was informed that the English class had been replaced by mathematics. Many students responded. Lin Jinglei sat there eating ice cream, with a numb face, and any class was the same to him.

When he turned around and wanted to throw the popsicle sticks into the trash can, he saw You Zhaoyu standing by the back door.It is rare to speak in a normal tone: "Looking for someone?"

Since the fight with the gangster last time, the two of them have been able to talk relatively harmoniously.You Zhaoyu nodded: "Look for Gong Yue."

Lin Jinglei knew this was the result, and just about to call Gong Yue in front, Yu Zhaoyu stopped him.

"Stop shouting, we have a physical education class, it's too late, give this to her."

Lin Jinglei was a little displeased, feeling as if Yu Zhaoyu had given orders, and the man threw the things on his desk without asking him if he wanted to, and then ran away.

This is not the first time Zou Jing has seen Yu Zhaoyu wandering around the door of class [-] after class. He knows that there are many students in these two classes who are willing to fight, otherwise they can't fight all the time. If it is really his students, go first If he provokes something, he needs to cure it.

But he was surprised to see the kind of heartfelt and happy smile on the face of the boy who strode past him, which he had never seen before.

Turning around again, there is only a gust of wind left.

The class bell rang, and there were less than ten people in their class room. He was a little angry. This group of youngsters became more and more bold, and even dared to come back late for his class. After throwing the book on the desk, he asked loudly: "What about people! Where did you go after class?"

The students said one after another: "Teacher, this is a physical education class."

Zou Jing's heart trembled. It was true that he had misremembered. He was in the class next door.He cleared his throat and put the book under his arm again: "Why didn't you go out to class."

A girl replied: "I asked for leave."

Zou Jing's sentence was purely because he asked more questions in order to avoid embarrassment and change the subject. He knew very well that there would always be a few girls in each physical education class who would catch up with their menstrual periods and study in class.

He came out from the front door of the class and entered from the back door of Class [-]. When he walked into the aisle, he happened to witness some students passing things, and heard such a sentence.

"Pass it to Gong Yue, Class [-] was given by Zhao Yu."

Zou Jing walked towards the podium while watching the box of biscuits pass through the hands of many people and finally reach the final destination.

He didn't quite know where his anger came from, and shouted: "Don't you know it's class! What else are you passing on!"

There was no sound in the room, and many students were full of disbelief. How could this handsome male teacher who had always been mild-tempered explode all of a sudden.

In Zou Jing's eyes, the students in Class [-] are not as afraid of him as the students in his class. Those in the exercise book didn't pay attention to his majesty at all.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he stood on the podium and glanced at the whole class: "Whoever passed on something, stand up for me."

Seeing Xilala stand up and make a slash, he corrected, "Who did it start from?"

All students who stood up sat down.

Zou Jing frowned: "I ask who passed it on first, stand up!"

After Lin Jinglei cursed in a low voice, he got up slowly, making the tables and chairs rattle.

Zou Jing looked at the boy who stood up in the last row: "You stand and listen to the class, and your things will be confiscated."

As soon as the teacher finished speaking, Gong Yue in the front row handed over the box of biscuits to the desk without hesitation, and then sat back in her seat as easily as if she had disposed of a bomb.

Zou Jing glanced at the post-it note on the biscuit box at hand, it seemed that someone had a puppy crush.