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After fighting for so many years, it was the first time Lin Jinglei called to stop, not because he couldn't stand it anymore, but because that idiot Tang Shan took the lead in changing a good one-on-one fight into a many-on-one round kick. It is more embarrassing than losing a fight, and it cannot continue.

It rained all weekend, and it didn't stop until Monday morning. Lin Jinglei gave up riding a bicycle and took the school bus instead.The school bus of their No. 10 Middle School runs every [-] minutes, which is the same time interval as Lin Tai’s No. [-] No. [-] Middle School. After breakfast, the two brothers went downstairs and stood at the intersection of the community with umbrellas waiting for the bus.

Lin Tai was lucky, he got into the car within 2 minutes, and there was still a seat, sitting in the car and showing off to his brother through the window.

Soon, a black car slowly drove out from the neighborhood behind him. The driver kept honking his horn. Lin Jinglei got impatient and waved at the people in the car under the umbrella: "I won't ride! I'll take the school bus!"

Lin Guodong frowned after looking at his watch and said, "I'll be late by the school bus, come up."

Lin Jinglei didn't want to take Principal Lin's car, he was afraid of being stained with ink and die on the road, not to mention he didn't want to go to school, being late was a fart.

The school bus arrived shortly after the car disappeared, and there was a crowd of people as expected, Lin Jinglei put away his umbrella and ran to the front door, but the driver didn't open the door, and gestured for him to go to the back door.

Lin Jinglei was cursing and had no choice but to squeeze in through the back door, shaking off the drops of water from his head. When he looked up, he saw Yan Zizheng standing in the aisle with a girl next to him.

The last time these two met on the school bus was on the first day of school at No. [-] Middle School. They got angry and got angry because of Lin Tai's matter.They made peace with each other quietly, but when they got off the bus in line, Lin Jinglei was shrugged by the crowd behind and couldn't stabilize himself. The remaining half of the pancake in his hand hit Yan Zizheng's clean and straight shirt heavily. Yan Zizheng The return was to throw an elbow on Lin Jinglei's chest.

Lin Jinglei didn't explain to Yan Zizheng that he obviously misunderstood that he did it on purpose. He fought back based on the principle that if you hit me, you have to hit me back.So the two first-year high school freshmen who came to report broke into each other before entering the gate, and were quickly pulled away by several second-year high school seniors who were on the same school bus.

In fact, Lin Jinglei and Yan Zizheng knew each other before the high school entrance examination.

A girl from the same class that Lin Tai likes took advantage of the graduation season to confess her love to Senior Yan. Lin Tai couldn't hold back and called two friends to block Yan Zizheng. He wanted to threaten verbally, but somehow he was beaten.

Lin Jinglei found out that his nerdy cousin had been beaten, and fought with Yan Zizheng and his gang at the gate of No. [-] Middle School. , They all want to go up and kick their feet before talking.

Yan Zizheng also saw Lin Jinglei getting into the car, the man was pushing back, and when he came up to him, he bumped him with the shoulder very rudely.

"Give way."

Yan Zizheng did not turn sideways to let Lin Jinglei pass, but looked at the opening in front of him: "There is nothing to be proud of by bullying the few."

Lin Jinglei understood that Yan Zizheng was talking about the fight on Friday night, and he knew he was wrong but he refused to give up half a point, humming: "Those who did not participate are not qualified to comment."

Yan Zizheng turned his gaze back to Lin Jinglei's face, before he could speak, the car braked suddenly, and under the action of inertia, he leaned forward and bumped into Lin Jinglei who was facing him.

Lin Jinglei also didn't stand firm, and grabbed Yan Zizheng's arm in an emergency, and the two who were looking for a fulcrum suddenly became inseparable in the crowded carriage.Then they backed away one after another like an electric shock, all with extremely disgusted expressions on their faces.

Yan Zizheng squeezed to the back of the car little by little while wiping the place on his arm that was held by Lin Jinglei while the car was stable.

Lin Jinglei squeezed desperately to the front of the carriage like hiding from the plague, his movements were arrogant and unreasonable, causing countless complaints on the way.

Monday is the most hopeless day. Lin Jinglei doesn't like the beginning of the week. When he got off the bus at school, he had to go to class within 2 minutes, but he still walked very slowly.

After entering the school gate, a girl ran from behind like the wind and slowed down beside him.

"Hey! Forgot to tell you my name when I returned the key last time."

Lin Jinglei glanced at Yan Zizheng who was quickly passing him, and said calmly, "Does it have anything to do with me?"

The girl turned a deaf ear and continued, "My name is Zheng Qiaoyin, and I'm in Class [-] and [-] of Senior High."

Yan Zizheng walked in front with his schoolbag straddling his shoulders, expressing his disdain for Lin Jinglei, a rascal and hypocrite who pesters girls.

All the way into the teaching building, up to the second floor, when passing through the long corridor, the class bell rang.He was still walking steadily and without any haste. When he reached the door of their class, he stepped into the room, and the bell just stopped.

Standing on the podium was the Chinese teacher, the head teacher of Class [-], Qiao Fengzi, who was called Crazy Qiao by the students in private, and it was rare for these two fraternal classes to reach an agreement on this aspect.

Yan Zizheng's seat was originally in the back row, but the head teacher found out that he always talked with Yu Zhaoyu, who was also in the back row, and separated the two people, one at the front and the other at the end.

After taking his seat, Yan Zizheng did not listen to the teacher's password like other students in the class and took out the book to turn how many pages. Instead, he turned his head to look at the single table in the last row northbound. Yu Zhaoyu's seat was empty. Not coming yet or not coming.I wanted to send a text message to ask, but remembered that Yu Zhaoyu's mobile phone was confiscated by the head teacher, so I had no choice but to give up.

Yan Zizheng is a boy who looks motivated and decent, but has a bad temperament in his bones. His short, cut-length hair and sharp-edged face are a true portrayal of the kind of guy who makes people think that handsome men deserve to be tall.

He can always wear his school uniform neatly. Even though he doesn't study, his desktop and desk must also be neat and tidy.Each of his books and pens are like all his other items. They are clearly classified and have a fixed location. If they are messy, they must be cleaned up. He does not like others to touch his things, not even a piece of eraser, unless Get his permission, otherwise the consequences will be serious.

After clearing out several packs of snacks and letter paper folded into complicated shapes, Yan Zizheng zipped up his schoolbag and put it in the desk. He looked up at the teacher who was talking nonstop, and casually pulled out a book and spread it on the desk.

No. 900 High School, referred to as No. 50 Middle School.There are 200 classes in the first-year all-high school group. There are [-] public-funded students admitted according to the normal enrollment score line, and [-] students in each class are allocated to [-] classes.There are more than [-] related students who belong to the children of faculty members, supplementary students whose scores are lowered for brain drain, and self-funded students who buy points with money, and they are randomly inserted into the last ten ordinary classes.

Yan Zizheng once avoided this place, thinking that it was unlucky, but in the end he still chose it.

The chalk slipped on the blackboard, and the white pen dust fell down, some of which fell on his desk. When he heard the footsteps at the door, he thought it was Yu Zhaoyu who came late. He turned his head to look, but it was Lin Jinglei who was passing by.

He cursed annoyedly and looked away.

Zou Jing had no classes in the morning, and his newly rented house leaked all night when it was raining.He came after asking the director for a leave of absence. He didn't even return to the office before returning to class.

He appeared at the front door of Class [-], still holding a dripping umbrella, leaned over to look into the room, and locked the empty seat. He didn't have the nerve to interrupt the physics teacher who was giving a lecture on the podium, bent down and asked The classmate at the door, You Zhaoyu, is not here today.

After getting a negative answer, he nodded and disappeared through the door.

This is Zou Jing's fourth year teaching in No. [-] Middle School. He had just successfully sent away the first class of students. He wanted to take a break for two years, but several female teachers collectively took maternity leave, which made the whole school staff nervous. took a class.

Being a head teacher is very hard work. In addition to being responsible for the courses he teaches, he must also take care of the physical and mental development and mental health of the students in the class.He is no stranger to careless students like You Zhaoyu who don't study and like to break the rules.Since that kid started school, fights and skipping classes were common, but this was the first time he was absent from class, and he couldn't just sit idly by when it came to the safety of the students.

He returned to the office and dug out the handwritten phone book from the drawer, and found You Zhaoyu's home phone number.

The call was quickly picked up by a woman. After he asked You Zhaoyu why he didn't come to school, the other party told him that he had made a mistake. After checking, he called again, but the call was hung up immediately. When he called again, no one came. answer.

Zou Jing returned to the class again, and the students who were full of madness during the noisy class stopped for a moment after seeing him.He knocked on the table next to the lectern, forcing Yan Zizheng who was sitting on the chair to tie his shoelaces to sit up straight and raise his head.

The young man looked at him with no surprise or panic in his eyes.

Zou Jing said, "Do you know why You Zhaoyu didn't come to school?"

Yan Zizheng withdrew his gaze and continued to tie his shoelaces: "I don't know."

"Do you know his phone number?"

"do not know."

Tang Shan came in from the back door and kicked Lin Jinglei on the table leg, making a lot of noise: "Lei Zi Lei Zi Lei Zi."

Lin Jinglei didn't sleep, he was lying on his stomach playing with his mobile phone, he was very upset by Tang Shan's sudden fright, he clicked his tongue and glared at the person who was half lying on his table: "It's so cool to stay there."

"I heard that Yu Zhaoyu didn't come to school today." Tang Shan smiled with his lips crooked, "Do you think he was really crippled by us and couldn't walk anymore?"

Lin Jinglei snorted, "It's good to be lame, let him be blind."

"Everyone be quiet," Bai Xiuyuan slapped the desk and shouted loudly, "I have something to say!"

Bai Xiuyuan wore a very manly T-shirt under his school uniform, his neat short hair exposed his full forehead, and his thin lips opened and closed when he was standing there talking, inexplicably giving him a refreshing and cool feeling.

"That's right, there is a chorus competition in the Red Culture Moon High Group, and every class needs to participate. If anyone has a good red song recommendation that is suitable for chorus, report it to the art committee now."

Tang Shan was instantly excited, and rushed to the front shouting: "I know!"

In terms of singing, Lin Jinglei is convinced of Tang Shan. This kid's enthusiasm for singing has never diminished since he was a child. Although he always sings nonsense, but when he is serious, he is like a series of kneeling. His certificates of honor in various singing competitions, large and small, did not come by chance, but by strength.

However, the quiet literary and art committee directly passed Tang Shan's proposal, which made Tang Shan very depressed. His previous enthusiasm was hit, and he sat back in his seat listlessly.

Lin Jinglei has never bothered to deal with this kind of crap about the school organization, but he suddenly thought of something, walked to Tang Shan's seat amidst the noise, bent down and said, "Tell me what song you recommend, and I'll help you out. How about asking me to go online."

Tang Shan curled his lips: "You can handle it?"

"Just say yes or no."

"Row."

After hearing this, Lin Jinglei squeezed from the aisle to the front, squatted down in front of and behind the literary and art committee's desk and looked up at the girls who were busy registering songs recommended by classmates in their notebooks. He snapped his fingers: "Let me recommend a song."

Although Tang Shan couldn't hear what Lin Jinglei said to the literary and art committee with a smile on his face, he could see clearly that the girl nodded decisively before Lin Jinglei could say a few words.

"Damn it, how did you do it?" He pulled Lin Jinglei who was about to walk back to his seat.

Lin Jinglei withdrew his hand, raised his mouth and blinked his right eye: "Sacrifice Hue."

Tang Shan shrugged: "What you say is what you say, I will ask you to go online after school."

Lin Jinglei returned to his seat, pulled his coat from the chair, walked out the door, and snapped his fingers at Tang Shan: "What are you waiting for after school, let's go now."

Seeing that there were two people leaving at the back door, Bai Xiuyuan followed the class bell and chased them out with strides. After calling them to stop, she hooked her hands and said, "Come back."

Lin Jinglei looked back in disdain, then put his coat on his shoulders and continued walking, Tang Shan hesitated, looked at Bai Xiuyuan and then at Lin Jinglei, and finally chose to follow Lin Jinglei.

Yan Zizheng couldn't listen to the class, so he wanted to go to You Zhaoyu's house to have a look. He only heard that You Zhaoyu said on the phone that day that he was beaten, but he didn't ask what kind of beating he was. He hoped that the man was hiding somewhere to play and didn't Not recuperating at home.

It was raining and sunny outside. Yan Zizheng left the classroom and the teaching building and went straight to the back wall of the school. He got into the small woods, kicked off the wall with his long legs and climbed up after a run-up. Then he jumped easily and landed smoothly.

I don't know if the laces of the pair of sneakers he wore today were too slippery or he didn't tie them tightly enough, and the laces on his left foot fell apart again.

He squatted on the spot and began to tie his shoelaces.He suddenly heard footsteps approaching from inside the wall, and before he could react, a heavy object fell on him from the sky, trampling him to the ground.

Lin Jinglei didn't expect that there would be someone on the other side of the wall. He and Tang Shan turned their heads to check if they had been spotted by the passing PE teacher, and jumped over without even looking. The soil was all wet, and he cursed, "What the hell is going on!"

Tang Shan, who was following Lin Jinglei, was still squatting on the wall without jumping up. Looking at Lin Jinglei who was in close contact with the earth, he laughed out loud: "Leizi, you are so fucking too small."

The two of them looked at the person standing beside him, it was Yan Zizheng.

Lin Jinglei got up and patted the dirt on his body that couldn't be patted off, and laughed: "Who did I think it was, classmate Yan next door."

"Leizi," Tang Shanjue felt abnormal, "He...he seems to be motionless."

Lin Jinglei leaned over and touched the person lying there with his foot: "Hey, are you dead?"

Yan Zizheng's lack of response made Lin Jinglei tense for a moment. The wall is so high, and he, who weighed more than 130 kilograms, fell straight on him. He couldn't really be crushed to death.

Tang Shan jumped down from the wall: "What to do, what to do, what to do."

Lin Jinglei pretended to be calm: "What are you panicking about?"

He grasped the shoulders of the person lying on the ground with both hands, trying to turn it over to check.

"Don't move around, call an ambulance." Tang Shan reminded.

Enduring the pain in his back, Yan Zizheng slapped Lin Jinglei's hand away, his opened eyes revealed anger: "Take your dirty hands away."