Are you going to eat your brain?

(two)

It is not enough to say that the silly man in the windbreaker had no influence on my life at all.After all, for a week in a row, I read the social news section of the newspaper every day under the strange eyes of the fat boss of the bookstore opposite the school.

Finally, under the earnest persuasion of the fat boss, smoking a cigarette and shaking his legs, he stopped rubbing the newspaper.

"I said Ergou, you are about to enter the third year of high school, and you are under a lot of pressure to study. Sometimes, it is normal for you to be weak. Young people's problems in this area will not be too serious. Keep up with nutrition and rest. Let's He is a good man again!"

Fatty’s empathy is good, his few words made me tremble, my hands trembled, and the curious little girl next to me stared at me after typing “What can I do to save your and my prostate gland” in the newspaper.

I threw the newspaper back to the fat boss with a dark face, "I'm not called Ergou!"

There has been no arrest of exhibitionism in the newspapers, and no girls around have been harassed, so I gradually forgot about the man in the windbreaker.After all, the hell life of a small test every day and a big test every two days really makes me a bit too much for a hero.

To be precise, it is English that makes me a little overwhelmed.

I took my 59-point paper and wanted to hit someone violently.

From the last school exam to this exam, I memorized vocabulary for a whole month.I didn't finish memorizing the beginning of the word a, and I also finished memorizing xyz, but it was actually 10 points lower than the last test.

Many things can be solved with hard work. When you can't even work hard, it hurts your self-esteem a bit.

Especially at this time, when there is an idle bastard who dangles his report card back and forth in front of me, I don't even want to give him a smiley face.

The bastard Wu Xun sat down on my front desk, turned his head, said the report card was slapped on my desk, and bestowed three words on me: "Call me Dad."

I always thought this guy looked a bit evil, and he had a weird smile, but I didn't know why the girls in the class thought he was more handsome than me.

I didn't even bother to raise my eyelids to look at his frowning face. I saw this guy's results as soon as I got the report card. This guy didn't just look like a golden finger this time, but a golden fist. Same as bulking agent.He rushed to the old front in one fell swoop.

Examination rooms are graded according to grades. I am in the same examination room as him, and I will know whether he cheated or not.Just because he didn't cheat makes it harder for me to accept.

Seeing that I was silent, Wu Xun pinched my face and tugged, "I would like to admit defeat." We made an appointment before the exam, and whoever scored lower in the exam would be the son.

"Father, please go!" I opened his hand and yelled loudly.I don't know if it's because I'm holding back my breath and I can't control my voice well.Liu Xiuxiu's deskmate in the front row looked back at me and was very happy.

Liu Xiuxiu didn't look back.

I feel a little uncomfortable, I don't know whether to be grateful or disappointed.But I know my face must be red.

Because Wu Xun said: "Why are you blushing, I really feel that calling Dad is a shameful play..."

"Get out of here, kid, get out of here, I'm going to study."

"What study are you doing? Dad treats you to hot pot this afternoon. You can hold such a thing in your mind, and it's the same if you do it again."

I waved away Wu Xun and didn't care what he said.

Just a little concerned about Liu Xiuxiu.

Liu Xiuxiu should be very sad now, right?