Wear it in the past

Holding the paper and sitting on his seat, He Yige looked at the bright red forks on it, forks, forks...

"12 points, it's really impressive. This score has broken through the lowest in your history, student Yige, hey, did you write this word so ugly on purpose? It didn't seem so crooked before..." The classmate sitting in the front row of He Yige, When he turned his head and saw the math papers spread out on the table, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

He Yige looked up at him.

It's like Niu Er, the son of the sesame oil seller on Donghua Street.

"What's wrong?" Seeing He Yige staring blankly at himself, Dong Lin touched his face and pushed his heavy black-rimmed glasses and asked.

In fact, He Yige really wanted to poke the glasses on the opponent's face, but he just shook his head, glanced at the number on the opponent's paper, and fell silent even more.

Dong Lin followed his eyes to see the score on his test paper, and knew that the other party was slightly sad!Instantly felt a sense of superiority for the fifty-point score, and patted He Yige's shoulder with a smile: "You apply with the teacher, and continue to pair up with the class monitor this semester, and let him help you with tutoring." Dong Lin lowered his voice and said, "And , Follow the class monitor, those behind will not always look for you, who is the class monitor, and the class teacher is a direct kinship relationship! The first choice for hugging the thigh, the first choice"

Speaking of class monitor, He Yige raised his eyebrows, looked at Cheng Fei who was still in plaster on his arm... Cheng Fei, who insisted on going to school, turned his eyes back without any expression and continued to listen to the boy in the front seat who looked like Niu Er.

Dong Lin rubbed his chin and glanced at Cheng Fei, the squad leader, thinking that He Yige was worried about the squad leader's injury. He didn't know that Cheng Fei's broken arm was caused by this thin and frail boy: "Wait for the squad leader's injury." If your hands are good, you can tell the teacher again, hey, where can I find a good and dedicated monitor like Cheng Fei?" There was a sense of admiration in the words.

If you fall your arm or something, you must ask for leave and stay at home!It's too cool.

After handing out all the papers, the teacher coughed lightly to express his silence.

The students who heard the voice quickly stopped Xu Xu's conversation and looked at the head teacher together.

Dong Lin also closed the paper and sat down obediently, looking at the teacher.

The head teacher, Zhao Ling, praised a few students who had outstanding grades and improved a lot before looking at the seats in the back row.

"He Yige, what's the matter with you recently? The handwriting on the test paper is so bad! Are you deliberately against the teacher? The English teacher has already told me that your negative learning attitude is very bad! Don't hold grudges just because of a few words Teacher, the teacher is also for your own good. Your grades have dropped too much recently. Look at the score on your paper! 12 points! Don’t you feel uneasy? Are you worthy of the parents who gave birth to you?! Do you think you are a student? Is it easy?!"

Hearing 12 points, the whole class burst into unscrupulous laughter. Although the teacher was present, the voice was not loud, but the humming sound produced by this group voice was still very noisy and chaotic.

"12 points?"

"Why do you spend a holiday and your grades drop so quickly?"

"Pfft, maybe he copied someone else's before, 12 points? He really passed the test."

"..."

In fact, there are many people who get a zero score in the test, but some people think that the stubborn poor students deliberately put on an arrogant posture and the teacher's clamoring resistance posture, and this kind of hard work is still in the 12 test. For children with weak moral sense in school days, ridicule is the most indifferent expression of rejection of others.

He Yige pursed his lips, looking at the words on the paper.

The pen on the table still feels strange when holding it in your hand. Although you still have some memories, the slight strangeness will not be weakened because of this. You can only slowly get used to this body. In the past few weeks, I have written pretty well now. When I suddenly pick up a thin pen or ballpoint pen with a hand that is used to a brush, no matter how fine and beautiful it is, I still feel uncomfortable, let alone this kind of horizontal writing. The text arrangement is awkward no matter how you look at it.

It seems that in this place, no matter everything is very delicate and delicate.

Towering tall buildings, like stones.

A box that can hear voices.

There are clean roads everywhere.

These papers, the pen in hand, and many strange things.

The memory retained by the former owner allowed him to try to adapt to this kind of life instead of being horrified at the beginning. He was familiar with the system of this strange place, adapted to the rules, and kept him from revealing himself with a too shocked expression. But it was enough to make his quiet and rigid soul feel the tremors produced by these delicate things.

Seeing He Yige lowering his head, the homeroom teacher thought he was bowing his head to admit his mistake, and gradually softened his tone and said: "With your current grades, it is really difficult to get into a university. I suggest you take the remedial class I run after class." Studying, you can discuss it with your parents when you go home. Many students in the class are in my remedial class. This time the test scores are very good, such as Wang Qianqian and Li Longyun. Of course, the teacher will not force you, just This suggestion depends on whether you have the heart to study hard..." The tone was mild.

When Dong Lin heard the words "remedial class", he whispered disdain.

Now many teachers in the school run side jobs such as remedial classes, and half force students to attend their own remedial classes. Some parents are afraid that teachers will not pay attention to students or offend teachers, so they will basically send them to the remedial classes of the teachers in their class. The existence of the teacher also facilitates the teacher to accept some bribes.

The current teacher, the drinking place is no less than that of some officials, and the capacity for drinking is also practiced to perfection, and it is just around the corner to not get drunk after a thousand glasses.

Many times, students hate this status quo, but they have to submit to this unspoken rule-like state.

Zhao Ling, who heard the voice, put down the chalk and glanced at Donglin.

Donglin shrunk his head and pretended to pick up books.

"Let me help you" The deskmate was a girl with a soft and kind personality. Seeing that Cheng Fei was inconvenient, she took out the textbook for him and spread it out.

Cheng Fei responded freely, his voice was still warm: "Thank you"

The girl smiled indifferently, took out a pen and lowered her head to draw some key points in the textbook, and looked up at the blackboard from time to time.

Cheng Fei stared at the words in the textbook, and when his eyes touched the bandaged arm, his eyes were dim and gray.

He is worried.

If it was He Yige before, he wouldn't have any psychological burden at all, but it's very different now, will he expose this matter?

The vivid picture of that day can be etched in memory forever.

He could clearly see how his arms formed a twisted arc. It was clear that the opponent's methods were so fierce that it made people feel palpitating and timid, but his eyes were indifferent and calm, as if he was just pouring a cup of tea leisurely, which was cold and frightening.

Cheng Fei couldn't understand how the young man, who had always been weak and deceitful, had changed so much. He was thin but possessed strength?It was as if a different soul resided in this body.

I have seen many such examples in the news before, and they are also some people who usually look unremarkable, but after being greatly stimulated suddenly, they become crazy and perverted.

Those murderers...

Thinking of the terrifying sensation that He Yige brought to him that day, Cheng Fei shuddered.

Quietly turned to look at the people behind.

The other party lowered his head and held a pen, not knowing what he was writing, and his quiet posture seemed to be the same as before, as if everything was an illusion produced by himself.

If it weren't for the plaster cast on the arm, it would really feel like an illusion.

Cheng Fei breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and after calming down, he realized that he was actually breaking out in a lot of cold sweat.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?" The girl at the same table noticed Cheng Fei's pale face and asked with concern.

Cheng Fei smiled dryly and said it was all right.

In the future, it is better not to provoke such extreme people.

After Cheng Fei turned his head, He Yige raised his eyes and looked at his back. He lowered his eyes expressionlessly to practice calligraphy on the back of the homework book.

Holding the pen at a comfortable angle, the font has finally recovered some of its former roots, and it no longer looks so crooked. However, looking at the font I wrote horizontally, I still feel that the vertical characters look more comfortable.

Putting down the pen, looking at the slender wrist, He Yige shook his head dissatisfied. He was too weak. He moved his sore wrist casually, and a thought came to his mind.