trivial story

After a few days, Fan Jing and Wang Xinxin started to stay up late again, and when they got closer, they had no intention of calling it a day.

Feng Yun lay there for more than an hour and couldn't fall asleep, but Han Lian got out of bed and sat behind them with a stool: "Aren't you sleepy during the day if you stay up all night like this?"

"Sleepy," Wang Xinxin said, "but I still want to do a little more, maybe a little more." He glanced at Fan Jing Wusan's progress, and he was a page and a half ahead of himself.

Han Lian looked at the dazzling desk lamp: "Let me talk about it, I can't sleep with you two like this."

"What?" Fan Jing raised his head and helped his eyes.

"You guys are very noisy at night, you make a lot of noise, and you stay up so late," Han Lian said blankly, "I can't sleep because of the noise."

Wang Xinxin looked embarrassed: "Did I disturb you?"

"It's not 'you', it's 'you'" Han Lian said: "Are you two chasing each other to do the questions like this, isn't it a bit crazy?"

Fan Jing was also a little embarrassed, and he and Wang Xinxin put away their things and went to sleep.

In the meeting on the Monday of the second week, there was no difference from before. The principals and directors still gave lengthy speeches, while the students stood in the playground and had to wobble and lose their minds.Feng Yun was also wandering in his mind, when he suddenly heard noises all around him. When he came back to his senses, he heard the headmaster read the ending on the radio: "The decisions involved in the above notice will take effect from now on."

Everyone on the left and right said in a hurry: "Wow, you have been fired!"

Another naughty boy sighed in a dignified manner: "There is a teacher who was fired before me!"

After turning over this article, the dean taught the students a few more words, to the effect that they should focus on learning. After a lot of wordy talk, two cowardly first-year boys came up, one after the other. Read the self-criticism, the content of the self-criticism is that you should not fight, and you should not cause trouble to a certain female classmate.Only then did everyone understand, oh, it turned out to be a fight for wind.

Earlier this was a self-examination of the stuttering senior students who had heard that the oily head was "fired", and then there were two demerits.

It was only later that Feng Yun learned that in the disciplinary notice, the oily head was "dismissed" because he was "unable to handle high-intensity high school teaching tasks due to physical reasons".The school did not mention the word "expulsion", nor did it mention any problems with the students who stayed in the self-study that night.

The new school year has begun, and the selection of the three good students and outstanding student cadres of the previous school year has also begun.Feng Yun felt that the students around him were quite polite. They recommended each other at the class meeting, and took the initiative to praise a certain classmate for his hard work when he served as the cadre of a certain class. It seemed that everyone was like a little adult.

When the commendation meeting was held, Feng Yun saw Gao Yiwu speaking on behalf of the students of the liberal arts class, and was quite happy. When the meeting was over, he secretly sent a message: "When you were speaking just now, I heard the head teacher of the eighth class praise you for coming. He said that you corrected your paper last semester, and your handwriting was good."

Not long after, Gao Yiwu came back and said, "My handwriting is already good." Feng Yun couldn't help laughing at that little arrogant look.

But he didn't laugh for long. He was eating in the cafeteria at noon, and found a bewitching vegetable worm in the stir-fried lettuce that had been curled up by the ruthless iron pan. He lost his appetite and didn't think about it for three days. Go to the cafeteria again, eat instant noodles until you have nothing to love.On Wednesday, Han Lian returned home after evening self-study, and when he came back at noon on Thursday, he was surprised to see Feng Yun flinching on the desk: "What's wrong with you, did Hao Dejun clean it up?"

Feng Yun waved his hand: "It's hard to say, have you brought something to eat? If you bring it, our friendship can continue for a while."

Han Lian opened Man Deng Deng's schoolbag and handed it to him, but Feng Yun snatched it away in gratitude.

This night, after Fengyun locked the door, he just turned the stairs when he saw a few boys surrounding a person in a corner, pushing him twice from time to time, saying something disgusting and perverted.Seeing Feng Yun coming down from the stairs, those few people stared at them unabashedly, cursed a few words in a low voice, and walked away with their arms around each other.

Surrounded by them was also a boy. The books in his schoolbag were scattered on the ground, and there were footprints on his school uniform. When Feng Yun walked by, he saw his face. He was a very delicate man.

"Which class do you belong to? They..." Before Feng Yun finished speaking, the other party stuffed things from the ground into the bag indiscriminately, and ran away without a sound.

"……wack."

After Fengyun returned to the dormitory, he decided to tell Han Lian what happened in the stairwell.

"Who knows." Han Lian shrugged: "I told you not to come back so late."

After the self-study ended the next day, Han Lian waited for Fengyun in the classroom, while urging the other students: "Hurry up, everyone is going back, Fengyun is going to lock the door."

This time, Feng Yun was accompanied by Han Lian, so he left a bit early, and happened to leave the teaching building. Han Lian found that he forgot his mobile phone in the classroom.

"I'll go back and get it, you wait for me here." After taking the key, he ran upstairs.

Seeing Han Lian disappear around the corner quickly, Feng Yun smiled involuntarily, and followed slowly upstairs.As soon as I went up to the second floor, there was a low voice shouting from the next classroom, followed by cursing, as if someone was fighting inside.

Feng Yun glanced at the empty stairs, just as he was thinking about what happened last night, Han Lian had already rushed down the stairs.

Feng Yun went up to meet him, pushed Han Lian back to the corner, and said loudly, "Hello, Principal Liu, and Director Wei!"

"What?" Han Lian looked puzzled.

Feng Yun signaled him not to speak.

The classroom on the second floor was suddenly quiet, and then four boys came out and hurried away.

"Those people from yesterday!" Feng Yun said.

The back door of that classroom was open, and a person was sitting on the ground. There were more footprints on the school uniform than yesterday. He stood up while leaning on the wall, and it was very difficult to stand up with his left foot as if he couldn't support himself.

"It's you again!" After Feng Yun said this, Han Lian understood.

The boy raised his head, and there was an obvious palm print on his left cheek.

"This..." Han Lian was also surprised: "It's too much."

"Are you okay, can you go?" Feng Yun asked repeatedly.

The boy patted the dust off his body and murmured, "Thank you."

"How is your foot?" Han Lian saw that his movements were not natural.

Feng Yun went to help him: "Send you to the infirmary. Call home?"

The boy's left foot seemed to be in severe pain. He didn't complain about the pain, but when he walked a little, his whole face turned pale, and the corners of his forehead were covered with beads of sweat.

In the end, Fengyun had schoolbags on his front and back, and one in his hand. Han Lian carried the beaten boy on his back and sent him all the way to the infirmary.

It turned out that this boy was Yu Ting, a student in Class [-], Grade [-].

After seeing it, the school doctor in the infirmary frowned and suggested to send it to the hospital for an X-ray, then picked up the phone and contacted the head teacher.Here Yu Ting was sitting on a stool, Feng Yun and Han Lian were standing beside him, Feng Yun asked in a low voice, "You really don't want to call home?"

Yu Ting shook his head.

The head teacher of Class [-], Senior [-], hadn't left the school yet, so he trotted over in a hurry.

Is a very young male teacher.

"What's going on? Yu Ting?"

Feng Yun glanced at Han Lian, only to hear Yu Ting say: "Mr. Luo, I tripped on the stairs."

The school doctor was taken aback and didn't speak.

"Why are you so careless, these two classmates..."

"Oh, we met him on the road and sent him to the infirmary."

"Ms. Luo," Yu Ting said again, "My mother is on a business trip, please call me a taxi."

"What kind of taxi is it called? I'll take you to the hospital." Teacher Luo was sweating, and turned around and knelt down to carry Yu Ting on his back.

Feng Yun and Han Lian sent them all the way to the parking lot, Yu Ting got in the car and lowered the glass: "Thank you for today, I will come to see you another day."

Feng Yun and Han Lian walked to the dormitory. There were not many students on campus at this time, but the dormitory was still brightly lit. There were many trees in the green belt, and the ground was wet, as if it was about to fog up.

"Why didn't he say it?" Feng Yun asked.

Han Lian shook his head.

"I see that his foot is very swollen, is it a fracture?"

"Not necessarily," Han Lian said: "The school doctor asked him to go to the hospital to take an X-ray, just to see if there is a fracture."

"Those people are really... By the way, they even called him perverted and disgusting."

Han Lian's expression moved slightly: "Who knows. I'm going back."

Another week later, Yu Ting's foot was recuperating at home due to a slight fracture in his foot. On that day, he and Feng Yun exchanged contact information and kept in touch with each other often.

"I'll learn this next semester." Feng Yun enlarged the picture he sent, and swipe left and right to read the questions.

"Then I won't do it when I'm free. You don't have class right now? I thought I wouldn't be back until noon."

"Physical education class, run 1200 meters today. How is your foot?"

"It's okay, I can go to the field now, I cook pig's trotters and kidney bean soup every day at home, and I'm about to throw up."

Yu Ting was much more talkative than Feng Yun imagined, and the two tacitly did not mention his beating.

"Are you with Han Lian?"

"No, he went to play." The competition on the basketball court over there was in full swing.

After a while, a girl came over with a badminton racket, she was short of one player in the doubles, and asked Fengyun if she could play.

Feng Yun sent a sentence to Yu Ting: "I'm going to play basketball too." He put his phone away and went on the field.

"I really envy you." Yu Ting looked at the message Feng Yun sent back to him on the screen in his hand, and murmured sigh.

About a month later, during recess one afternoon, Feng Yun went to the supermarket to buy food, and he wanted to bring drinks for Han Lian, yogurt for Meng Fei, and bear biscuits for Wu Shuke.Before arriving at the supermarket, I met a long-haired woman wearing a black suit and skirt with ten centimeters high roots. Yu Ting followed behind quietly, calling softly: "Mom, let's go back."

The woman walked like the wind, with a fierce aura, as if she couldn't hear Yu Ting's words at all.

"Yu Ting, are your feet okay?" Shen Fengyun greeted, and when he got closer, he realized that Yu Ting's mother looked quite young, her face was as fair as a girl's, without any wrinkles, on the contrary, her eyes were sharp. A temperament that is not angry and prestige.

"Ah, Shen Fengyun." Yu Ting tugged at his mother's sleeve: "He and his roommate sent me to the infirmary before."

"Hello, Auntie," Feng Yun said, "My name is Shen Fengyun."

Mother Yu's expression was relaxed, she looked at Fengyun, and said sincerely: "Little classmate, you helped my family Yu Ting? Thank you very much." She patted Fengyun's head as she spoke, and swept towards the teacher's office like a gust of wind.

"Mom!" Yu Ting didn't have time to continue talking to Feng Yun, and chased after his mother anxiously and embarrassingly.