You do not understand

After entering December, the weather became colder and colder. The windows of the classrooms were often closed tightly, and the smell was not pleasant, but the students sitting by the windows were afraid of the cold, so they did not even want to open a crack.

The heating pipes are often covered with gloves and milk bags. When the time for exercises between classes comes, everyone gathers around to get warm objects, so that they can barely get up and stretch their arms and legs outside.

During this class break, Wang Zheming asked Jiang Xun to help him turn over the papers from Class [-] and take them to Class [-], and he went to watch the class exercises by himself.

Jiang Xun walked to the door of the mathematics teaching and research room, and faintly heard a woman talking inside: "Mr. Wei, I can't just forget about Jiang Xun's affairs. He beat my son. Why does the school accept such students? Even if it's nothing Punishment, as teachers, you'd better supervise more."

Jiang Xun put his hands on the doorknob, but he didn't know whether to push the door and go in. He couldn't hear what the class teacher Wei Xiaoxia was saying. After a while, the woman's voice became louder, as if she couldn't suppress it. Dissatisfied with living: "I'm usually busy with work and don't have time to take care of my children. Qian Tuo Wan Tuo put him in the tenth middle school because I believed in you. I know what happened to Yue Yuan, but one size fits the other. If my son has problems, you guys It can be educated, and similarly, if he is bullied, the school must protect him."

"..."

"Don't keep dragging me about Yueyuan's affairs. It's boring to talk about her affairs. We didn't force her to transfer. According to what you say, teacher, my son's reputation will be ruined!"

"Calm down—"

Jiang Xun was stunned, confused, he could not help but take two steps back, and accidentally kicked the door frame of the office.

There was a sudden strange silence inside, Jiang Xun turned to leave, the door had already been opened, Wei Xiaoxia stood at the door with a stiff expression, and scolded: "When did you come?!"

Jiang Xun pursed his lips, pretended to be ignorant, and rubbed his shoulders: "Just as I walked up the stairs, a boy with a basketball bumped into me, and I hit the door frame. Teacher Wei, what's wrong?"

"..."

Wei Xiaoxia looked Jiang Xun up and down, didn't believe his words, but didn't know what to do, her face became more gloomy for a while.

Jiang Xun scratched the back of his head: "Mr. Wang asked me to take the papers for Class Five."

He wanted to go into the office very naturally, Wei Xiaoxia had no choice but to move aside for him.

Jiang Xun walked into the office, and the desks in the fairly spacious mathematics teaching and research room were full of stacks. A woman sat on a wooden chair next to Wei Xiaoxia's desk.

It was Ding Nan's mother. She had a coat on her knees and only wore a navy blue cashmere sweater. Her skin was white and her hair was pulled up high.

Jiang Xun often went to and from the offices of teachers of various subjects and met many parents of students.So he didn't show any abnormalities.Not wanting to hear her villain complaining first, she walked over, said "Hi Auntie" very naturally, and then went directly to Wang Zheming's desk to search as usual, and soon he took out the fifth class With a stack of test papers, he left the office without looking sideways.

He carried the stack of papers and walked to Class [-], his thoughts drifted involuntarily to what he saw and heard just now, like a repeater in his mind, constantly replaying what Ding Nan's mother said just now.

There was no one in class five, only the students on duty threw their brooms aside and chatted. Jiang Xun poked his head into the class, and finally saw the class leader Song Heng sitting against the wall.

"Your math paper."

Song Heng hurriedly got up and walked up to Jiang Xun: "Why didn't you ask me to get it?"

Jiang Xun smiled: "Old Wang asked me to go, but I can't help it."

His smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't really laugh out loud, but there was a real laugh in the corridor, and it was a sneer.

Jiang Xun looked up, Ding Nan was leaning on the radiator, two boys surrounded him, their eyes fell on Jiang Xun loudly.

Song Heng followed his gaze and turned his head. He didn't expect to see Ding Nan, turned his face, and wrinkled his face: "Fuck, he started again."

"Ok?"

"Cheng Tianzhu sneered there, he's so stupid." Song Heng tapped his temple twice with his index finger, and said in a low voice, "I really think he has a problem with IQ."

Jiang Xun smiled silently: "I'm leaving."

There are stairs on both sides of the teaching building. Jiang Xun planned to take a long way to avoid Ding Nan. He took only two steps, and Ding Nan had already caught up with him: "Your father has a stronger attitude than you when he sees me."

Jiang Xun stood still and looked back at him: "Really?"

The two followers of Ding Nan also followed, looking up and down Jiang Xun curiously: "Brother Nan, who is this?"

It's not that they don't know Jiang Xun, but they want to sing this oboe now.

Ding Nan tilted his mouth, smiled evilly, and said to the two people beside him: "Jiang Shaoan's good son."

He walked towards the wall on the side of the stairs, and when the shadow fell on his face, he immediately had a hideous expression: "Your dad wants to do business with my dad now, and wags his head and tail in front of my dad, like a pug."

His language proficiency is very limited, but the description of this sentence is vivid and vivid, which is not difficult for people to imagine.

It stands to reason that Jiang Xun should know Jiang Shaoan's virtue best, but he was expressionless, and even had a trace of contempt, in short, he was not ashamed at all.

Ding Nan felt that he had been silently defeated, and said in an unhappy tone: "So in the future, when I meet you, Brother Nan, just behave like your father. Don't fucking look at people with your nostrils and think that you are so great."

These words did not have any deterrent effect, and they fell to the ground lightly, as if they were less than a needle. Jiang Xun just glanced at him, turned and left without expression.

"..."

Ding Nan's face was burning with embarrassment, and he felt a fire in his chest, but he had nowhere to vent his anger. He stood there, neither walking nor stopping, so embarrassed that he couldn't help cursing: "Fuck! "

The younger brother next to him said, "Brother Nan, he is so arrogant, we have to teach him a lesson, otherwise he really thinks he is such a dick."

Ding Nan didn't say a word, but he remembered that last time he and Jiang Xun entered the police station before the fight started, and caused a lot of trouble. He wanted to turn the page, but he was unwilling, and said viciously: "You know Shit!"

The younger brother was not angry when he heard this: "Isn't his father still relying on your father? He must not dare to fart."

Ding Nan's face was gloomy, but he still didn't speak.

At dinner time, Jiang Shaoan rarely appeared at the dinner table. As soon as he came back, the amount of dishes on the dinner table increased significantly.

Jiang Shaoan likes to drink some red wine, so he poured two glasses, one for himself and one for Jiang Xun: "Come on, son, have a drink with dad."

Jiang Xun took a sip from the cup, and fiddled with a broccoli in front of him with his chopsticks: "I heard that you want to do business with Ding Haoyi now?"

"Who did you hear that from?" Jiang Shaoan raised his head in surprise, but immediately realized it and smiled happily, "Ding Nan, when did you two start talking?"

"..."

Seeing that Jiang Xun was silent, Jiang Shaoan thought he was a little shy, and said triumphantly: "Oh, how wonderful, my son's communication skills are really not covered."

Jiang Xun didn't answer, just asked: "What business do you want to do with him?"

The corners of Jiang Shaoan's mouth couldn't stop rising, and he said mysteriously: "Good business."

"What good business?"

Jiang Shaoan refused to say: "You child, you don't understand."

Jiang Xun looked at Jiang Shaoan carefully, and changed his angle: "Then what did he ask you to do?"

Jiang Shaoan said, "I will contribute a share of the fundraising."

"You pay? How much can our family pay?"

Jiang Shaoan looked at Jiang Xun's inquisitive appearance, drank a few glasses of red wine, and vaguely looked forward to his future when he grew up and managed the family business, so he relaxed a little: "People really don't like our little money. There are a lot of people raising funds, but it doesn’t mean that everyone can raise funds, and I begged Brother Ding to get this opportunity.” He smiled again: “You just need to know that the business that Dad runs is not guaranteed to make money. pay."

Jiang Xun didn't think that there were still profitable businesses in this world, but he couldn't help but believe it when he thought that Jiang Shaoan's ride was not an ordinary ride.

This afternoon, after two physics sessions, the self-study was taken up by the English teacher to give a lecture. More than half of the people in the classroom were absent-minded, playing with their mobile phones, and sleeping.

The English teacher talked about an option of cloze, when there was a knock on the door, he glanced at the door with an impatient expression, walked over to open the door, and saw a boy poking in through the opened door , and asked, "Is Jiang Xun here?"

At this time, many students were attracted and commotioned, they all probed their brains, and a few sporadic ones turned their heads to look at Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun was taking a set of English papers and was doing them while listening. Hearing this voice, he looked up blankly and stood up from his seat: "Looking for me?"

The boy said "hmm" and said, "Mr. Wang has something to do with you."

Jiang Xun tried his best to remember which class the boy was from, but he couldn't. He walked out of the classroom without any delay, and asked in a low voice which class are you from?

Most of the students' thoughts flew outside, and a few people at the door were still looking in his direction.

The English teacher glanced at it, and tried to get the students' attention back on the podium: "Look at the options! Look at the options! Why choose whether or not that? The outside things have something to do with you—"

Jiang Xun hurriedly closed the door to block out the sound, and said, "Let's go."

The two went up to the sixth floor. The boy was in front and Jiang Xun was behind. Seeing that he was still going upstairs, he couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?"

There is nothing on the top except for half of the narrow and short stairs leading directly to the roof, and the boy has disappeared around the corner, as if he really went to the roof.

Jiang Xun followed suspiciously, and walked into the half-sunshine shadow, feeling inexplicable. He had only climbed three steps when he heard a voice above his head: "Jiang Xun?"

Jiang Xun looked up and saw three people standing at the entrance of the roof, the middle one was Ding Nan, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his eyes were condescendingly looking at Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun looked at the boy next to him, the one who came up with him just now, standing next to Ding Nan, looking a little shy.

Jiang Xun understood, Wang Zheming didn't call him at all, it was Ding Nan who called him.

He stood there and looked back, and there were also two boys blocking his way.

Jiang Xun secretly clenched his fist, then let go, pretending to say to the boy, "Didn't you say Teacher Wang called me?"

There was fear in the boy's eyes, he looked first at Jiang Xun, then at Ding Nan, and said nothing.

Jiang Xundao: "Since it's all right, I'm leaving. I still have to go to class."

These words completely angered Ding Nan. When Jiang Xun turned around, he rushed down the stairs in a few steps, grabbed Jiang Xun by the collar and pulled him upstairs, with a rough and angry voice: "Oh, I just fucked it. You have no one in your eyes!"

Jiang Xun couldn't stand still, and fell towards the steps. In his panic, he casually supported with his hands, and rubbed his palms on the concrete steps so hard that he almost scraped off a layer of skin.The person was also crooked, barely kicked twice with his legs, stepped on the steps, and was dragged up by Ding Nan after rolling and crawling.

On the rooftop, the sun fell on his face unimpeded, Jiang Xun was so stabbed that he squinted his eyes, the pain in his palm spread to the top of his head, he shook off Ding Nan's hand, forced himself to calm down, and asked, "What are you doing?" ?”

"What am I doing?" Ding Nan sneered and approached him step by step until there was almost no distance between him and grabbed his collar, "What do you say I am doing? Of course..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already punched Jiang Xun, and then kicked Jiang Xun's calf.

Jiang Xun pursed his lips, his face was burning with pain, his head was buzzing, and thin sweat was dripping from his nose. He couldn't care about anything else, so he rushed over and knocked Ding Nan to the ground, riding on him , punching him in the chest and jaw.

"Jiang Xun, your mother is dead!" Ding Nan grabbed the shoulder line of his school uniform, trying to turn him down. Jiang Xun's hand hurt so badly that he couldn't make a fist. He kicked and fell to the ground.

There were four of them, not counting the boy named him, who was standing by the door at the moment, staring at Jiang Xun with a pale face.

Jiang Xun was kicked into a ball, covering his stomach with his knees, covering his head and face with his arms, and staring at the boy with both eyes.

"Jingle Bell--!"

The bell for the end of get out of class came from the teaching building and rushed to the sky above the head. The boy ran out of the door all of a sudden, and the rest of the people were too involved in kicking and beating, so they didn't notice.

Shu Jingyao was packing her schoolbags, and the classroom had almost left, when suddenly Wang Zheming poked his head in: "Hey, haven't you left yet?"

Shu Jingyao nodded: "Let's go."

She stood up, intending to move Jiang Xun's water glass inside.

Wang Zheming's eyes fell on the water glass, and he looked strangely: "Where is Jiang Xun? Did you go to the bathroom?"

"..." Shu Jingyao's hand stopped in mid-air, "Isn't it Mr. Wang, are you looking for him?"

Wang Zheming was full of doubts: "I don't have one."

Before he finished speaking, Shu Jingyao had already thrown her schoolbag on the desk and ran out.

Seeing her nervous expression, Wang Zheming had already rushed to the stairs, and couldn't help shouting: "Shu Jingyao, what's wrong?"

Shu Jingyao collided head-on with a boy. She looked up and saw that it was the man who called Jiang Xun away just now. She stretched her arms and managed to cut him off: "Where's Jiang Xun?"

The boy's lips trembled and his eyes flickered: "No, I don't know—"

Shu Jingyao became anxious, and her voice rose suddenly: "Didn't you tell him to go to the mathematics teaching and research section? How could you not know?"

"Then, then you have to ask you Wang Zheming." The boy shoved Shu Jingyao and staggered her a few steps back. At this moment, he saw Wang Zheming standing in front of him at some point.

Wang Zheming had a serious face: "Where's Jiang Xun?"

"..."

"talk!"

The boy shivered, raised his eyelids and said, "The rooftop."