The scholars all want to train me to become a talent

"Zhou Xing."

On the first day of school, it was a long time ago when the bell rang for class. The class teacher held the student list in his hand, and held a red pen in his hand. Every student on the list had a red tick behind their names. The word "wake up" was not typed.

"Zhou Xing?"

The classroom remained silent, and no one responded.

Looking around, there was only one vacant seat in the classroom. Obviously, Zhou Xing, who caused headaches just by mentioning his name, did not come.

Speaking of Zhou Xing, the first thought of the good academic masters is: I don't know how to make progress.

Someone who doesn't know how to make progress was once the belief of all the top scholars.

The top students scrambled to be the first to live together with him, to swim in the ocean of knowledge together.

But that was just the past.

Now, that idol is like a god who has fallen from the altar, disappearing from the crowd.

This time, the previous faith came to their class—the class with the most emphasis on training and the first batch of students in the grade.

Scholars don't know whether to be happy or worried.

The joy is that the idol in his youth has come, and the worry is that the idol is no longer the original idol. Not only is his academic performance in a mess, but he also does not abide by the school rules and disciplines. He smokes, drinks and fights outside all day long.

When the homeroom teacher received the list, he was almost breathless. His class actually mixed in with a poor student. Even the former provincial number one scholar couldn't change his current bad habits.

After several nights of tossing and turning, he figured it out.

There are so many top students in the class, as long as he and his classmates take good care of Zhou Xing and create a good learning environment, Zhou Xing will definitely regain his original self as a top student!

Do the first step of psychological homework in advance - being late and skipping classes.

The homeroom teacher didn't change his face, but instead said to the bullies below with a serious face: "Students, in the days to come, Zhou Xing will be a member of our class. Although Zhou Xing's grades are not satisfactory, please don't discriminate against him." He, exclude him. To help him, tutor him a lot in studies, treat him kindly, and believe that we can make him fall in love with study again.”

The top students' hearts fluctuated wildly. After listening to the class teacher's words, it was as if a person who was lost in the dark was illuminated by a ray of light.

Zhou Xing, who was left behind, put on a helmet and rushed to the school with more horsepower.

The wind hit him head-on, and he held the handlebar tightly. At the corner ahead, he spread his knuckle fingers, put them on the brake handle, and pulled it gently. The speed of the car was slower, and he drew a beautiful stroke without hesitation. the turning arc.

Driving all the way to the vicinity of the school, Zhou Xing turned the car around and turned into an alley. The passers-by on the side of the road all turned their heads to look at this young boy riding a motorcycle in surprise.

The car was turned off, and the motorcycle with a slender black body was completely different from Zhou Xing's school uniform. With two long legs stepping on the ground, Bai Ruyu took off the helmet of the same color.

As soon as the helmet came off, the youthful edges and corners of the young man were exposed. He shook his short, fluffy and messy black hair, his bangs were dazzling in front of him, and he raised his hand to straighten his hair again.

Now it seems that it is obviously against the law to use panic to describe him as being late, because he didn't worry about it.

Judging by the speed of the car just now, he was enjoying the speed and passion.

Hearing the sound, Uncle Zhang in the pavilion stopped in the cool wind, poked his head out, came out of the window with a cattail fan in his hand, and shouted loudly: "You just came? What time is it? I listened to the school broadcast for you." Seven or eight times."

The parking shed blocks the radiant sunlight and dissipates a small part of the scorching heat. Zhou Xing hangs up his helmet, pulls out the key, puts it in his pocket, gets out of the car, grabs the schoolbag hanging on the side, and speaks casually: "I overslept, Uncle Zhang, I have entrusted you with my beloved car, and I am leaving."

Zhou Xing grabbed the shoulder strap of his schoolbag with one hand, stepped back, waved goodbye to Uncle Zhang, then turned and ran towards the school.

While running, he took the time to look at the electronic watch in his hand.

The parking shed is just across the alley from the school. A small number of day students who come by bike usually store their cars here, and some nearby residents store their own trams here. Occasionally, some wicked people will tamper with the car. Stealing batteries is common. There is a lot more resistance to walking with a bottle and a car.

There were too many times, people complained, and if they couldn't catch anyone, everyone worked together and gave feedback in exchange for a car viewing booth. In recent years, it has been much more peaceful.

Commuting student Zhou Xing skipped two classes, so don't expect to be able to enter the school gate. After confirming whether to go through the school gate, Zhou Xing changed direction and ran in the opposite direction of the school gate.

The location is in the old place, a wall not far from the back door of the school, and there are a few jagged trees beside the wall. The school wall is high and difficult to climb. There is a thick and short tree as a springboard for him to climb the wall.

Zhou Xing threw his schoolbag over his shoulder, nimbly climbed up the tree, followed the thick branches to the top of the wall, stepped on the high wall, looked down, jumped, and landed safely.

□□This matter is familiar to him once, and it is nothing to him.

After successfully sneaking into the school, Zhou Xing walked unhurriedly to the new class, thinking about how to write today's self-criticism.

After class, many students come and go on the playground, Zhou Xing who is carrying a schoolbag is very eye-catching-everyone knows that Zhou Xing hurts Zhongyong.

Looking at his posture, one can figure out the fact that he was late again by following the clues.

Zhou Xing was the focus of attention. He grabbed the shoulder strap of his schoolbag and waved to his classmates who were watching him on the playground. His voice was flamboyant and presumptuous: "Students, good morning."

His voice was loud enough to spread across the playground and reach many ears.

After saying hello, Zhou Xing went straight to the teaching building without looking at other people's reactions.

Before he came, he did a good job of popularizing science and knowing where the first class was located, so that he would not ask someone for directions, and the students would shrink their heads and answer nervously, fearing that he would hit someone.

There is a review board next to the school bulletin board. Before that, there were countless top students in the No. [-] Middle School. Even if the poor students made mistakes and wrote a review, they would only pass by the head teacher and go through the motions.

But Zhou Xing was an exception. His first self-criticism was publicly executed and posted on the bulletin board as a negative teaching material for students to watch.

But he wrote a self-criticism every three days, and he refused to correct it after repeated admonitions. The school paid special attention to his mistakes and never let people tear up these self-criticisms.After the first semester of high school, there was no room for him to post on the bulletin board.This column of the self-criticism is specially designated for him.

The review column is pasted with the reviews written by Zhou Xing in the past. The school and the teachers hope that he will see this 'shame' one day and realize it.

But Zhou Xing still failed them. Not only did he have no sense of shame, but in the end he couldn't even post his glorious handwriting on the review board.

Because of this, Zhou Xing has been troubled all the time. He thinks that every review he has is very sincere and full of literary talent.

He was not willing to tear up any of the papers in order to replace them with other new reviews, but he was finally defeated by reality and could only tear them up. Every time he tore up a review book, he could stand in front of the review board and think for ten minutes.

Walking through the corridor, many students were chatting, laughing, playing and fighting in the corridor. Their eyes were on Zhou Xing, and no one stopped to look at him.

Come to the school at this time, who else can there be besides the master of self-criticism who has a wonderful pen?

They looked at Zhou Xing, as if there was an alpaca in a flock of sheep.

Zhou Xing showed a friendly smile: "New semester, new atmosphere, good morning, students."

classmates:"……"

As soon as Zhou Xing stepped into the threshold of Class [-], the bell rang like a ghost, and the students behind him dispersed in a rush. Before returning to the classroom, no one forgot to glance at him.

If there is no accident, this late brother will come out to stand guard later.

Zhou woke up at a bad time. The class teacher was standing on the podium, facing the gate, and the top students under the podium were all looking at the blackboard.

Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, Zhou Xing slowly put his schoolbag back on his back, took a step outside the door, and shouted: "Report."

The boy's school uniform is well-regulated, his standing posture is straight, and his facial expression does not have a hippie smile.

There are no rumors that there are no rules or rules, at least the superficial work is done well.

The homeroom teacher completely ignored the fact that Zhou Xing skipped two classes, and nodded solemnly: "Come in."

Now that you have decided to give him loving care and create a harmonious learning environment, you must first be tolerant to him.

"Thank you teacher." Zhou Xing stepped into the classroom, stood on the top and looked around, and found that there was only the last row of seats next to the back door and window.

Zhou Xing passed by a classmate who was sitting upright. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see them looking at him curiously and in awe. He didn't worry about it. He walked to the empty seat, opened the chair and sat down, and stuffed his schoolbag.

After a series of actions, he had time to see who his tablemate was.

The first thing that catches the eye is the black and white school uniform of the same style, and then up, there is a white and slender neck, and a slightly protruding Adam's apple, and then a little bit up, there are Chinese textbooks.

Zhou Xing: "..."

The fingers of the deskmate holding the book are slightly closed, the nails are neatly trimmed into a crescent shape, very white, and the creases at the knuckles of the fingers are also very light.

The deskmate with the book covering his face said coldly: "Look at the blackboard."

The voice was inexplicably cold, and the tone of voice seemed to be engraved with the words "resist people thousands of miles away", to put it simply, it was "roll".

Upon hearing this voice, Zhou Xing could probably imagine how ruthless the face covered by the book was - a killer.

There are eight or nine out of ten people who don't have a tablemate with bad conduct.He was the last one to come, and he didn't have to pick a tablemate.

In fact, he came early, but he still couldn't pick a tablemate, and it was too late for the classmates to avoid him, so how could they rush forward?

Zhou Xing ignored his words, put his elbows on the desk, and said in a sincerely deliberative tone: "At the same table, put down the book first? Do we know each other?"

He blocked it from seeing, Zhou Xing was not very interested but was full of interest, he was curious about what his deskmate looked like.

The Chinese textbook firmly blocked his face and remained motionless, just like what he said, indicating that he would not back down: "Let's talk after class."

Unfinished, emphatically: "Look at the blackboard."

Zhou Xing was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he leaned forward to look at his face, his deskmate had quick eyesight, and blocked Zhou Xing's sight with a math textbook.

The tone at the same table was even colder: "It's class time, put away your little tricks."

Zhou Xing didn't listen to him, and got worse, stood up in class, and looked at him from above.

He got up quickly, not paying attention to the severity, and the chair made a loud rattling sound, enough for everyone to look at them.

Snapped.

Zhou Xing's eyes were dark, he failed to see his deskmate's face, and his face was still touched by the deskmate's book.

Across the thickness of a book, Zhou Xing could vaguely discern the hand on the other side of the book pressing the book on his face, that person was full of resistance inside and out.

Both the homeroom teacher and the top students were taken aback, and couldn't understand what the two were doing for a moment. If they didn't feel the murderous intent emanating from Xue Shen's body, no one would have reacted.

"Zhou Xing, why are you standing up? Are you uncomfortable?" The head teacher's voice pulled Zhou Xing back to Youshen.

It was the first time he met such a stubborn person, his teeth were sore, and his curiosity about his deskmate rose to another level.

Zhou Xing raised his head and took his face out of the textbook. The face of his ruthless deskmate was still covered tightly. His eyes fell on the podium and he said, "It's okay, teacher, I have an old problem. My legs and feet cramp at the same time. People are unconsciously kicked." Woke up."

The class teacher and the top students were shocked, and they all stared at his long legs under the school trousers, with sighs in their eyes, as if he had an acute terminal illness and only had two days to live.

The homeroom teacher had never heard of this kind of disease, and couldn't help it. He rushed to Zhou Xing's desk, anxious: "How can it be okay? It's so serious, and you still get sick often?! Students! Come, take Zhou Xing to the infirmary. "

The school masters looked at each other for a few moments, and a group of people stood up, rolling up their sleeves, and they were about to come over to fight Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing yelled a few times, stretched out his hand to make a stop gesture, and smiled dryly: "I'm really fine, let's continue with class."

The homeroom teacher didn't back down: "How can it be okay, I think you are going to fall on Yu Jue classmate!"

"Come, come, take him to the infirmary quickly."

Zhou Xing: "Teacher, I'm really fine. I went to the hospital to take an X-ray. I'm fine!"

He made a vow and insisted not to go to the infirmary. The head teacher confirmed that he was fine before returning to the podium.

Before leaving, the kindly old mother put her hand in her hands and said to him, "I feel at ease when I see you jumping around lively." "I hope you can feel the new energy in the new class." "People always make mistakes. '.

Zhou Xing was confused, but pretended that I understood, I understood, thank you for telling me, I looked at the head teacher and nodded with a touched expression.

Sitting back in his chair, Zhou Xing looked at the blackboard steadily, and received the frequent waves of concern from the top students, which were full of love.

love?

Zhou Xing shushed his own thoughts, what was wrong with him, he was so blind.

Once again meeting the gazes of the masters, Zhou Xing adjusted his mentality and smiled kindly at them.

The top students shook their heads back as if they had seen a ghost, bowed their heads in silence, recalling Zhou Xing's meaningful smile in their hearts.

There is a rumor in Yizhong that whenever Zhou Xing laughs, someone will be beaten.

Zhou Xing is about to be violent on campus?

Such bloody violence, but how to save him!

Zhou Xing didn't know what the school masters were thinking. He was hanging his head, biting the cap of his pen, thinking hard about the past of 'Yu Jue'.

The author has something to say: Gong is called Yu Jue (jue), it is jue, jue!It's not like sleeping!

I found that many people thought it was sleep, so I came here to make a note ono