The scholars all want to train me to become a talent

The office is full of air-conditioning, and the air conditioner installed above the window creates cold wind, making it the most comfortable place in summer.

The head teacher of the second class sorted out the learning materials that had just been printed out, and the pages were still warm: "Mr. Huang, do you really want to put your heart into that demon king?"

That Zhou Xing was easy to get along with. Those who were in the same class as him all praised him for his unity, friendship, enthusiasm and quick-heartedness. The teachers also agreed.

It's just that there are more bad things about waking up this week, such as violating school rules, skipping classes and being late, fond of petty tricks... and fighting.

With this reputation, students who have never been in contact with him feel that his position as a school bully is solid.

It is his shortcoming that he does not like to study.

Zhou Xing's personality always gives people the illusion that he will create a disease by himself, so the teachers always aim to improve his grades.

Whether it was coercion, suppression, misfortune, or enlightenment...there was only one result—he didn't feel relieved.

The head teacher's decision making is no exception. Class [-] is a key class. When the poor students come in, it is natural to train them well. Otherwise, the average score of the jet-lagged students will be lowered, and it will be over.

Furthermore, the head teacher couldn't bear to see him go on like this.

In order to rectify Zhou Xing, the homeroom teacher took into account his weak foundation after entering high school, and painstakingly selected some basic high school paper materials, threw them all on his desk, and told Yu Jue to guide him.

This is what Yu Jue said at the time: "He may not want to study."

Of course the class teacher knew, he smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay, he will come to me, I will try to persuade him."

"Do you have to force him?"

Yu Jue was puzzled, he thought Zhou Xing's twittering was annoying, but he disagreed with the homeroom teacher's attempt to force Zhou Xing to study.

The class teacher was helpless: "You may think that I will force him to study. To put it in the most classic way, all of this is for his own good. Maybe the means are extreme and some moral kidnapping, but it is better than him just messing around, right?"

"I have communicated with his parents. They, like me, very much hope that Zhou Xing can study again. As long as he is willing to work hard, his grades can be admitted to a good university."

Yu Jue was speechless for a moment.

His eyelids drooped, and he didn't retort: ​​"Yes."

The head teacher sighed heavily, and said, "If you have any good materials, you can also help Zhou Xing."

"it is good."

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter whether you help or not, whether Zhou Xing's ending is good or bad has nothing to do with him.

Bang!

Zhou Xing turned the doorknob and hurried to the head teacher's desk without knocking.

"teacher!"

Zhou Xing slammed the papers and books in his hand in front of the homeroom teacher. He ignored the surprised eyes of other teachers and asked, "Why did you give me these?"

He pointed at the papers and showed them to the teacher in charge one by one. After that, he pressed the corner of the table with both hands and said boldly: "If you want me to study, I'm sorry, I don't need it."

The atmosphere was quiet for a while, the wooden door was wide open, and there was a solitary creak. The teachers held their breath tightly, and their eyes were full of dissatisfaction with Zhou Xing's impolite intrusion.

The homeroom teacher spoke up before the other teachers said: "Student Zhou Xing, do you still remember what I told you on the first day of school? You only have one life, so you have to grasp it carefully. There is a new..."

Zhou Xing raised his hand to stop it, trying to smile: "Farewell, teacher, poisonous chicken soup is useless to me. If you think I will lower the average score, you can kick me out of the first class."

Seeing that the head teacher opened his mouth to answer, he raised his palm again: "Hey, you don't have to worry about my weak heart being hurt, I have a strong endurance, and I can try to get out of class one myself. The grades are just like that, and I can't change it."

The head teacher was speechless by his string of words, and finally squeezed out dryly: "The teacher is not forcing you, but just hopes that you will work hard now, even if you work hard, get more points in the test, and you will have more choices in the future." .”

Zhou Xing smiled: "Teacher, you may not know that my family still has hundreds of millions of property waiting for me to inherit. I don't need to think about the future."

He spoke arrogantly, the faces of the teachers changed, and the students outside the office who were eavesdropping on the corner were so frightened that their legs and feet were almost unsteady.

Only the class teacher looked normal and wanted to say a few more words.

Zhou Xing didn't give him another chance, and said to the teachers, "I'm sorry, teacher, for bothering you. I'm leaving. Goodbye."

After saying this, Zhou Xing turned around and left.

Along the way, he walked quickly, left the teaching building without hesitation, and skipped class.

He wished he could be dismissed directly by the school, but he knew it was impossible, the more answers he didn't want, the more irritable he became.

After hurrying to the carport, Zhou Xing took out the key from his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole. The sound of the engine was particularly prominent in the quiet neighborhood.

Zhou Xing lowered his exquisite eyebrows and eyes, staring at the red and white motorcycle. He usually drives more street cars, but today he drives a mock race.

He straddled his legs, sat on the car seat, put on his helmet, held the handle of the car, bent his waist slightly, moved his wrist, and the motorcycle moved slowly.

Want to bend.

The thought that Zhou Xing suppressed for a long time popped up again, but he still restrained it.

Skipping class is not a wise move, Zhou Xing understands that if the head teacher can rest assured that he treats him like this, he must have discussed it with his parents.

Don't blame the head teacher, blame himself, you can't have the best of both worlds.

The locomotive was just halfway out of the community when the phone in Zhou Xing's pocket rang. He stopped by the side of the road with his feet on the curb, took out his phone, and answered the call.

"Hey, Mom."

Jiang Shiqian said softly: "Xiao Xing, class is not in yet, right?"

Zhou Xing said, "No, I skipped class."

On the other side of the phone, Jiang Shiqian swallowed, other people's children skipped classes without telling their parents, and her children's skipping classes were straightforward answers.

If she was angry because of this, Ms. Jiang would have been sent to the hospital many times.

She is tolerant, but it doesn't mean that Mr. Zhou can tolerate it.

Ms. Jiang clutched her phone, trying not to let Mr. Zhou beside her hear her, her words were still soft: "Okay, Mom is going to tell you that I will go back to China with your dad on Friday, can you come and pick up the phone then?"

Zhou Xing wanted to refuse.

Ms. Jiang and Mr. Zhou are not at home all year round, and the only brother is also on the go. Zhou Zhao's home time is always different from his. They are under the same roof, but the two brothers rarely see each other.

If they don't go to pick up the plane, it's because Zhou Xing doesn't want to see Mr. Zhou. As long as the two of them touch each other, they can start a war with a few words, and the quarrel can't be broken.

Jiang Shiqian knew what Zhou Xing was thinking. Ever since that incident, father and son had disagreements, and Zhou Xing had been avoiding Zhou Jinchuan all the time.Counting it, he has not seen Mr. Zhou for more than a year, and even less contact.

Before he could find an excuse to prevaricate, she played the emotional card: "Mom hasn't seen you for a long time, and you never call to care about Mom. Don't you even plan to go home for the few days we come back?" ?"

A few words completely blocked Zhou Xing.

The sun was scorching, Zhou Xingren was on the side of the road, a lot of scorching sun shone on him, he looked up at the vast blue sky, sparse white clouds, pursed his lips and said: "I am not free to pick up the plane, I am at home for a few days, you don't have to think too much about it." many."

"I have something to do, hang up, and have a good trip."

After hanging up the phone, there was only a busy tone.

"The bully skipped class again!"

"What is this? He broke into the office and yelled at Huang Jiali."

"Ah... so courageous, enough to run away."

"What's worse is yet to come. He claims that he doesn't need to think about the future. His family has hundreds of millions of property waiting for him to inherit."

"Fuck me!"

"You don't have to brag like that, do you?"

"It's not bragging, the school bully has the capital to say this, his family is indeed rich...fuck, I don't understand the world of the rich!"

"I also want to have a family property waiting for me to inherit."

What Zhou Xing did today was widely circulated in the school.Once it was passed on to ten, ten to a hundred, things began to change and fermented.

The next day, it was rare for Zhou Xing to be late. He bought a few instant sandwiches and a bottle of milk at the convenience store, and walked slowly to the classroom with the bag.

"Morning."

Zhou Xing greeted him as soon as he entered the door, and the top students looked at each other in blank dismay.

Zhong Zhiming shouted like chicken blood, "Morning!"

Perhaps it was because he was the only one responding to Zhou Xing, the voice seemed empty and lonely.

Zhou Xing has been paying attention to this monitor for a long time. The last time the exercise book fell into his hand, he was woken up directly. He felt the delicate atmosphere in the classroom. In order to save trouble, he was pretending to be asleep at that time.

"Come on, eat a sandwich to replenish your strength." Zhou Xing threw a sandwich at Zhong Zhiming.

Zhong Zhiming twisted left and right before he was able to catch it.

The soft touch of the milky white bread made him shake his head.

Is he successful in chasing 'stars'? !

He not only ate the candy from his former idol, but now he also accepts the sandwiches given by his idol...

Happiness comes too suddenly.

Early in the morning, Yu Jue was writing questions on his seat. Zhou Xing accidentally caught his eye. The questions were too complicated for him to understand, but he could tell that he was not learning them at this stage.

With the matter of Yu Jue giving him "Love Brushing Questions" yesterday, Zhou Xing didn't want to talk to him very much, especially when Yu Jue asked him to take away the things with a cold face, he was so angry that he almost raised his fist .

If Zhu Youpeng hadn't come forward to pack up his things in a hurry, and then dragged Zhou Xing to run out of the classroom, the two of them would definitely have fought yesterday.

Now, Zhou Xing is very sober, so he doesn't bother to argue with Yu Jue, and at the same time, he doesn't want to talk to this tablemate for the time being.

Zhou Xing took a few books and stacked them together to serve as a mobile phone stand. While watching MotoGP, he bit into a sandwich, and in his spare time, he squeezed a straw and inserted the tinfoil that sealed the milk.

After eating two sandwiches, he felt full. After drinking the milk, Zhou Xing fumbled for a tissue in the belly of the table.

It wasn't until he touched an empty shell that he remembered that he had run out of tissues.

Zhou Xing withdrew his hand resentfully, and continued to watch the game, without being too entangled in the tissue.

The race was reaching its climax, and the racers bent and overtook each other. One racer was too low, and the speed was too fast. The head and neck hit the ground first, and because the center of gravity was unstable, it flipped over, and the hands and feet were crushed accordingly, and then rolled a few times violently.

The scene is shocking just looking at it. Without the protection of a helmet and a racing suit, this person would be in danger.

The out-of-control locomotive rubbed on the side of the ground, and many parts were worn out and scattered.

Zhou Xing's heart tensed up and he focused on the game.

A touch of white suddenly appeared in sight, Zhou Xing was interrupted, he looked at Yu Jue who was handing the paper in doubt.

There are still unfinished calculation steps on Yu Jue's draft paper, and the pen quietly rolls to the edge of the book.

Liuli stared at Zhou Xing calmly, his face was the same: "Here."

Zhou Xing was stunned for a moment, unable to adapt to Yu Jue's sudden kindness.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Yu Jue thought that Zhou Xing suspected that he was playing tricks on him because he was afraid of getting dirty.

Yu Jue's usually indifferent eyes had some ripples, and he said lightly: "It's clean."