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Yan Zizheng moved very quickly, he rushed out with two big strides and dragged out the person who had already stepped into the back door of Class [-] with one foot.

Lin Jinglei, who was about to talk to his classmates at the door, was forced to swallow his words by the sudden attack.

During the noisy break, the corridor was full of students walking around. There was a conflict between two boys here, and many of them who were not afraid of big trouble stopped to watch the excitement.

"Let go!" Lin Jinglei growled while struggling.

Yan Zizheng grabbed Lin Jinglei's clothes tightly, staring at the person in front of him with frosty eyes: "Do I want to run after beating?"

"I didn't fucking mean it." Lin Jinglei glared back, and grabbed Yan Zizheng's clothes with his backhand. He was really slippery, and he gloated when he saw that it was Yan Zizheng who hit him.

While the two of them were tearing, someone's clothes made a tearing sound, and then the onlookers dispersed like a ghost. Lin Jinglei knew that a teacher must have come, but he didn't let go. He didn't want to confess first. Without moving, I saw a figure walking quickly out of the corner of my eye.

Liu Zhihe raised his foot and kicked the ass of the two students who seemed to be glued together: "It's you two again, didn't you clean the glass enough? Let me loose your hands!"

The two teenagers let go at the same time, Liu Zhihe waved away the students stranded around him, turned around and shouted to the two who were still standing there: "Stand in the corridor for me!"

Hearing that the dean was mad, You Zhaoyu, who was playing mobile games in the room, got up and came out the back door to look. He saw Yan Zizheng and Lin Jinglei standing at the door of the two classes, making him understand that the two were fighting together again.He whistled at Yan Zizheng: "Are you so stupid that you can't do it outside the school?"

Yan Zizheng stood with his back against the wall, and glanced at the person who was in the same posture as him a few meters away. He couldn't wait to leave the school gate. This kid was getting more and more arrogant, so he should deal with it directly. Even if he was punished, he didn't want to lose the wind.

Qiao Fengzi stepped on the class bell and walked from the corridor and happened to meet Liu Zhihe. After hearing that someone in her class was punished for fighting in the corridor, she smiled and said something nice to the director, and then glared at Lin Jinglei with a straight face. Walk into class [-] to attend class.

Summer is dragging its tail far away, but the weather is still a bit hot. The sunlight shining on the clean floor tiles in the corridor is dazzling. The sounds of teachers teaching and students reading aloud come from every door from time to time. The two teenagers standing against the wall are bored Looking out through the corridor window.

On the second floor, from the main stairs, turn right and turn right is the [-]th to [-]th classes of the first year group, and turn left is the teachers' offices. The office of the dean of their year group is also on this floor. As for being caught on the spot.Lin Jinglei looked down at the torn short sleeves of his school uniform on the side of his waist, and cursed in his heart that he dared to charge so much for such broken quality.

The last class in the morning of Class [-] was mathematics class. When Zou Jing returned to class during the third class, he first threw his books on the desk, and then went out to call Yan Zizheng, who was punished to stand in the corridor, to the office.

In less than 10 minutes, he planned to have a brief talk with the kid.

The independent office equipped by the class teacher created a very good private space. Zou Jing sat back at the desk and looked at the boy standing there with an unruly face: "You like to fight?"

Yan Zizheng remained silent, looking at the potted plants obliquely in front of him, with a casual expression as if he had come to visit.

Zou Jing frowned: "Is it just for the sake of depravity?"

Yan Zizheng remained calm, he had nothing to say to this poor teacher.

"Skipping class, fighting, falling asleep in class, passing in nothing in exams, should it be you, Yan Zizheng?"

Why can't it be him, Yan Zizheng disdains, why should he be defined by others.

After being silent for a long time, Zou Jing continued to speak slowly: "If Teacher Chang knows what you are like now, I'm afraid he will be very sad."

The young man was finally moved, and complicated emotions appeared on his sharp-edged face instantly, including excitement, anger, stubbornness, and sadness.

"Who has a stapler to lend me!" You Zhaoyu turned around quickly after looking at the corridor at the door, "Quick, who has it?"

The class bell has already rang, but their class teacher has not returned to class, and the students in the room are all waiting. The originally quiet environment was broken by Yu Zhaoyu's yell, and there were voices immediately.

The class monitor was the boy wearing glasses sitting in the front row. He was bookish and lacked courage.

"I'm asking you guys! Who the hell has a stapler! You can't even hear me!"

A weak female voice came from the southbound room in the momentary silence: "I...I have it."

After locking the person, Zhaoyu dragged a leg that didn't dare to step on the ground to get the stapler. He snatched it without saying thank you. He didn't go back to his seat, but went to pick it up. The mathematics textbook on the desk was opened neatly.

The stapler can be used freely in his hands, and the crisp sound is accompanied by the rapid page turning.Although everyone in the room was surprised, no one made a sound. In this class, no one would dare to mess with the little bastards. One more thing is worse than one less thing. They all acted as if they hadn’t seen anything.

More than ten seconds after Yu Zhaoyu sat back in his seat, the front door was pushed open, and two people came in one after the other, one walked back to his seat and the other walked up to the podium.

Zou Jing said to the whole class: "Take out the book, we will learn something new in this class."

Then he went to flip through the textbooks on the desk, and only opened the cover to see the densely packed staples that nailed the inside pages.There was a moment of surprise, but I still went to the chalk box and took a piece of chalk, and wrote the title on the blackboard calmly: logarithmic function.

He didn't know how many times he had told the whole book, and he handled this prank very easily. He glanced at a certain corner of the classroom as he started lecturing.

You Zhaoyu, who was waiting to see the joke, saw this effect and threw the stapler into the table. He was not afraid of making an enemy of this teacher. He didn’t study at school anyway, so it’s better to have some fun. Today’s not enough to make tomorrow , he didn't believe that Zou Jing's calm and composed face would not make waves because of him.

Lin Jinglei was reprimanded by Crazy Qiao for fighting again. Looking at the several reprimands he received, he concluded that the female teacher didn't really dare to control him, or that she couldn't control him, and threatened him with his uncle every now and then. Too much secrecy and benevolence to carry through to the end is really not convincing.

Yesterday he had a little awkward fight with his uncle, he didn't go home to eat after school at noon, but dragged Tang Shan to the cafeteria to eat.

In the cafeteria, apart from all the third-year students who lived in the accommodation, there were also those who lived far away from the school for lunch. There were quite a lot of people, and the long queues lined up at each window made Tang Shan back off.

"Leizi, don't be crowded here, go to eat snacks outside the school, and you can also surf the Internet for a while."

Lin Jinglei continued to walk in: "No, I have no money."

"Blind mother crying poor, just like coming here to eat without money."

Lin Jinglei took out the meal card from his pocket: "Swipe it casually."

Tang Shan stared: "So generous? It must not be yours, who else."

"Don't worry about it, eat it if you like it, and get out if you don't."

"Eat, eat, eat."

Lin Jinglei's meal card is not someone else's, but his own.The reason why he put money into it was that he planned not to go back for lunch in the future.But Tang Shan, even if he swiped his card to eat Hesai, he still didn't believe that the meal card belonged to him. He said that there was a pretty boy on the card and it was a girl's card.

Lin Jinglei didn't bother to explain that he snatched the meal card sticker from the front table, and wanted to protect the brand new meal card on a whim, regardless of what kind of card sticker it was.

Tang Shan disliked the stickers he got after being almost hammered to death by the fat girl Si Meiqi for several days. In order to keep his ears clean for a while during lunch, Lin Jinglei went to the stationery store one night after school to buy a new one.

There is no shortage of stationery and gift shops around the school. The interior decoration of each facade is fresh and artistic. It is a place that many students like to visit.

Lin Jinglei is not the kind of owner who has a leisurely mood, he picked the one on the farthest side, the car stopped in front of the door, unlocked, and planned to go in and make a quick decision.

The wind chime hanging on the door made a crisp sound with the vibration. The proprietress who was watching the romance drama at the cash register looked up and looked at the people who came in. I didn't ask where the stickers were placed, and walked inside as if I was familiar with the road.

The students who were shopping slowly among the neatly arranged tall shelves, looked at the school uniforms and knew that the school besides theirs was the No. [-] Middle School, which was also not far away.

Lin Jinglei was dazzled by the dazzling array of goods ranging from notebooks to gifts. He was lucky and soon saw the meal card stickers.He squatted down and rummaged through those big boxes, trying to choose one that could shut Tang Shan's mouth.

His legs were numb before he chose it. When he went to checkout, he passed the gift rack and stopped him with a casual glance. He saw a very delicate doll decoration, which was the same person as the meal card in his hand.

The outstretched hand happened to meet the other hand in the air, and he turned his head to see a girl standing on tiptoe.The girl also stopped after looking at him, and said quietly that she would give it to him.

Lin Jinglei was no stranger to this face, he had seen this girl and Yan Zizheng going in and out of the campus twice, they were talking and laughing very sweetly.Thinking of this episode, Lin Jinglei's heart ignited a kind of evil flame, is it a couple?Is it a crush?This girl has an ordinary appearance, his eyes moved down, and his chest was also flat, mocking Yan Zizheng's eyes really not very good.But girls who like football stars are considered to have personality.He smiled and said, "No, I'll give it to you."

Seeing Lin Jinglei smiling at her, Ma Liangli blushed even more: "No...no."

Lin Jinglei raised his hand and easily took off the doll and put it in Ma Liangli's hands, then brushed his shoulders with a smile on his lips.

Ma Liangli was completely dumbfounded. Seeing the boy with his schoolbag on his shoulders while walking with a smile on his face, he checked out and left, his heart beating wildly for a long time.

After she realized it, she immediately took the doll and went to the cashier to pay the money, and chased out to say thank you, but only saw the back of a boy riding away.

Zou Jing got up late, opened the curtains and looked downstairs, the snack street was already too lively, many students from No. [-] Middle School passed by, walking or stopping.

After packing up, he quickly went downstairs to the school. He wanted to go to the school cafeteria to have breakfast, but changed his mind and went back to work first.

The 10 minutes before the official start of class in the morning is the morning reading time. The whole teaching building is full of books. Before I got close, I heard their class reading ancient poems together, and the [-]th class next door was reading English words, screaming. One room is louder than the other.

Zou Jing stood at the front door waiting to catch those who were late for morning reading. He didn't do this often. Today was a surprise attack. Obviously, there were many empty seats that would suffer.

To Zou Jing's surprise, the one-person table in the last row of the northbound line was not available, and Yu Zhaoyu rarely came to the morning reading meeting, and basically only came when he stepped on the class bell.

A few boys came up from the side stairs, and seeing the class teacher at the door, they all walked towards the class in a regular manner.When everyone arrived, Zou Jing frowned and said, "Didn't I say that you are not allowed to be late for morning reading?"

No one dared to talk back, bowed their heads and waited for the match.

"Old rules, push-ups, [-], go into the house after finishing, there will be no next time."

As soon as Zou Jing finished speaking, those young men immediately lay down on the ground and counted while doing it. The corridors were full of young bodies.

Then the students who came late were punished, the girls squatted up, the boys pushed up, and after finishing, they went into the room one after another, and the empty seats were filled one by one.

Yan Zizheng was the last one to come. His seat was close to the front door. He slipped in and sat down. He thought he could pass by, but he was stopped by Zou Jing who had already stood on the podium.

After a simple gesture that the whole class knew by heart, Yan Zizheng got up, picked up his trouser legs, bent down and began to do push-ups in the aisle.The students sitting below are all helping count in a low voice.

Although Yan Zizheng seems to be the type who is not easy to get close to in the class, everyone is willing to get close to him. You can have a good relationship with his face, which Yu Zhaoyu has to be convinced.

You Zhaoyu watched Yan Zizheng finished with gloating, and shouted in a particularly embarrassing way: "Do it again!"

Instantly burst into laughter, Yan Zizheng turned around and silently moved his lips towards You Zhaoyu: Get out.

Zou Jing knocked loudly on the desk to restrain the discipline that was distracted by Zhaoyu: "Okay! Be quiet! Get ready for class. What's the first class?"

The whole class replied eloquently: "Chemistry."

You Zhaoyu sat patiently for five or six minutes, and then quickly stepped out through the back door while the chemistry teacher was turning around to write formulas on the blackboard. Such a sunny day was perfect for playing basketball. He wanted to run out first and then ask Yan Zizheng to come out together. As soon as he went out, he bumped into someone standing at the door.

Zou Jing stood against the wall with his arms folded, as if he was waiting specially. He looked over and said, "Where are you going?"

You Zhaoyu was somewhat taken aback, and stood up straight with a half-smile: "Toilet."

Zou Jing looked at the boy who was half a head taller than himself, and said seriously, "Why didn't you solve it before class?"

You Zhaoyu was most annoyed by the serious attitude of the man in front of him. He shrugged his shoulders, somewhat confidently: "Is it okay to urinate frequently and urgently?"

Zou Jing knew that this kid was talking nonsense, but he still stepped aside and said, "Come back quickly, I'll wait for you here."

Yu Zhaoyu was speechless, this teacher must be crazy, wait for him to fuck.He turned slowly to the bathroom, and came out again in time, seeing that figure was still where he was, feeling very helpless for a moment, he couldn't escape this lesson for the time being.It was only for a while, he didn't believe that Zou Jing could keep blocking him at the back door.

Zou Jing opened the back door and turned back: "You can go, I will inform your father, and he will send you back."

You Zhaoyu had no interest in being choked, and shut the door heavily after Zou Jing shook his head to let him in.He cursed at Zou Jing's back through the door and window, and sat back in his seat.