young sir

Midsummer, from the beginning of the term to the end of the term.

The outside of the teaching building is still filled with the cheers of the students when they score goals, and the warm wind blows over people's cheeks day after day.

It is still this small southern city that is like spring all the year round, and it is still this plastic playground full of school uniforms.

Some things have changed, and some things have remained the same.

Lao Cao put the documents on his desk into the cabinet, and walked out of the grade office with his briefcase.

The students are finally on summer vacation, and the vacation of their group of teachers has begun.

As soon as Lao Cao locked the door of the grade office, he heard a rush of footsteps behind him.He turned his head and saw Fang Nan running upstairs at a glance.

Panting, Fang Nan stopped at the door of the office.

He was holding a pen in his hand, the zipper of his schoolbag hadn't been zipped properly, and the hair on his forehead was still messed up.

The boy who has always been said to be young and mature is no different from all the young and reckless 16-year-old boys in the world.

"Mr. Cao." He propped his knees with both hands, raised his head and said to Lao Cao, "Mr. Cao, I've made up my mind—"

"I've made up my mind, I'll choose liberal arts."

25. No disease

The long-awaited summer vacation has finally come, but Bi Ziyun's daily life is not easy.

At first it was the pressure from my mother.

Because of the heavy schoolwork in Gu Nan, Bi Ziyun had to go to the teacher for violin lessons for two weeks at the beginning. As the academic pressure increased, he simply took a long vacation and wanted to wait until the summer vacation before continuing.

In the first violin lesson after the holiday, Bi Ziyun's teacher frowned just after hearing him play a section: "Bi Ziyun, what are you playing?"

Bi Ziyun was very guilty: "It's been too long since I practiced, I'm a little raw."

"I still expect you to represent the city to participate in the national art competition next year," said the violin teacher. "From now on, you will come to practice the piano for me every day. Do you hear me?"

The violin teacher immediately called and sued Su Lijuan.As a result, from that day on, every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday afternoon, Bi Ziyun had to obediently carry the piano to class.

In addition, because Bi Ziyun got into the fast class by chance, Su Lijuan was worried that her son would not be able to keep up in the next two years, so she paid a lot of money to enroll him in a one-on-one math tutoring class at an educational institution near Gunan.

With the price of this small fifth-tier city, spending [-] yuan to make up one hour of math class, even Bi Ziyun felt heartache for his mother.

So from the second week of the holiday, Bi Ziyun began a miserable life of doing math in the morning, practicing violin in the afternoon, and doing summer homework in the evening.

I don't know if Fang Nan has received the message I sent to Fang Nan last time.But he deliberately kept an eye out for this, and created a new contact for Fang Nan in his mother's mobile phone: the strongest brain F.

At 08:30 on Sunday morning, Bi Ziyun covered her head with a pillow and pressed the alarm clock next to the bed in a daze.

After falling asleep for a while, he suddenly woke up from his sleep, and a carp jumped up from the bed.

He picked up the frog alarm clock that had rolled under the bed, plugged back the battery that had fallen out, and knocked the frog's head a few times.I looked at the clock amidst the harsh "croaking" sound, and found that it was already nine fifteen.

09:30 to go to cram school, only 15 minutes left.

My mother usually didn't wake up until after ten o'clock. Bi Ziyun took 5 minutes to wash up, took a meal bag from the dining table, and rushed out of the house after eating three or two bites.

Bi Ziyun takes a taxi every morning to make up lessons, and today is no exception.He stopped the car at the entrance of the community for a long time before finally stopping one.

It was already 32:[-] when he arrived at the cram school. When he got off the taxi, he quickly ran towards the residential building with his schoolbag.

The educational institution on Bi Ziyun is located on the third floor of an old residential building near the school. The stairs in the residential building are relatively narrow, and there are many small advertisements for decoration and drainage on the walls on both sides.

He was worried that the clothes on his body would get dusty, and even if he was on his way, he didn't have a hand rail beside the stairs.

As soon as he turned the corner on the second floor, Bi Ziyun bumped into a person who was going downstairs.

The boy who came downstairs seemed to have just finished his cram school, and he was still holding the exercises assigned by the cram school.Bi Ziyun hit him hard on the shoulder, and his back accidentally stuck to the wall behind him.

The boy frowned, turned his hand behind his back and touched his back, and found that his palm was covered with ashes.

Just as Bi Ziyun was about to apologize, he realized that he knew this person.The boy is a member of the school orchestra, and seems to be a grade higher than himself.

"Senior, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He quickly took out a pack of tissues from his schoolbag and handed it to the boy in front of him, "I was in a hurry to get to class, it wasn't on purpose."

The boy didn't seem to be ready to let it go, he stared at Bi Ziyun at the bottom of the stairs for a long time, as if he suddenly thought of something, his eyes moved, and he made way for Bi Ziyun: "It's okay, you go to make up lessons first .”

Bi Ziyun apologized to the boy again, seeing that he was already late for class, and didn't stay any longer, so he continued running upstairs.

The boy stood there watching Bi Ziyun go upstairs until he heard the sound of the door opening and closing upstairs.He walked down the stairs, took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Hey, Geiko, are you awake?"

"It's me. I met Bi Ziyun downstairs in 'Yingyou Education'."

"Well, he's alone..."

Bi Ziyun was criticized by the math teacher for being late, and obediently sat on the seat with her schoolbag in her arms to listen to the training.

But it is true that he himself slept in the morning, and he has to finish reciting his blame while crying.

"Yesterday we talked about some basic concepts of functions, and today we will continue to preview the mathematics knowledge for the second year of high school." The tutor is a retired old teacher in his 60s. It is said that he used to teach the top class in Gunan No. [-] Middle School.Although the supplementary course fee is a bit expensive, it is said that the effect of improving points is very significant.

Just listen carefully to the words.

However, Bi Ziyun is different from others, he is a typical case of self-contradiction.

Student Bi didn't want to waste his mother's money, and desperately wanted to concentrate on listening to the teacher's lecture, but couldn't resist the surging sleepiness.His head sank after a pause, but he repeated the teacher's explanation from time to time.The old teacher was very attentive in his lectures, and didn't notice anything unusual about him, so Bi Ziyun was fooled through the two hours in the morning.

The cram school ended at 11:30, and standing downstairs in Yingyou Education, he finally couldn't help but yawned a lot.

Bi Ziyun walked to the gate of the community and stood by the roadside waiting for a taxi.He was going to go home and sleep for an hour before going to violin lessons. After all, sleeping was more important than the sky, and no one could stop him in this matter.

The old community where the cram school is located has been around for a long time, as if it had been built before Bi Ziyun was born.Next to the community is the second phase of the teacher's community under construction, and it is only seven or eight minutes' walk from the school.

It is not far from the north gate of Gunan No. 5 Middle School. If you take a shortcut from the alley of the kitchen in the snack street, it only takes [-] minutes to walk to the school.

In the era when school district housing had not yet emerged, many parents of No. [-] Middle School rented rooms in the community, cooking for day students and accompanying them to study.

He stood at the door and waited for a few minutes, but he didn't wait for a taxi to pass by the gate of the community. He was about to go to the intersection and stop the car, but suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.

Bi Ziyun turned his head and found four tall and burly guys standing behind him.Two of them have tattoos on their arms, so they are not students of Gu Nan No. [-] Middle School.

"Is it Bi Ziyun?" said the young man in charge.

Bi Ziyun: "Is there something wrong?"

"Brother Yi asked you to come over." The young man pouted towards the alley next to the neighborhood, and gestured to him as a please.

"Zhou Yi?" Bi Ziyun asked, "What about the others?"

None of the four spoke.

Bi Ziyun looked at the dark alley not far away, and then looked up at the camera at the gate of the community.

"Is Zhou Yi worried that the surveillance here will catch him, so he called you over as a scapegoat?" Bi Ziyun asked the four people in front of him.

"Just leave, don't talk so much fucking nonsense!" one of them couldn't help shouting.

He looked around and found that it was just lunch time, and no one passed by the gate of the community, even the security guards in the security room were gone.

I made Zhou Yi so miserable before, and reported and left the group. Zhou Yi is coming back for revenge.

Bi Ziyun took a deep breath, feeling that something was wrong.

The four of them took Bi Ziyun out of the residential area and walked into the alley behind the snack street.

The exhaust fans of the merchants in the snack street are constantly humming, coupled with the noisy noise of the back kitchens cooking, people sitting in front of the shop can hardly hear the movement from the alley behind.

This also provides a good place for the hooligans in this area to gather and make trouble.There were a few gangsters smoking cigarettes squatting in the alley. Seeing the four of them leading Bi Ziyun in, they crushed their cigarette butts on the ground one after another, got up and walked out of the alley.

This is the rule in this area. If there are buddies who want to teach others, unrelated people will not stay inside for a long time, leaving a space for them to fully display their fists.

Zhou Yi didn't show up for a long time, only the four gangsters and two bearded men who looked like thugs, a total of six people were in the alley.

Lao Liu is Zhou Yi's cousin whom Zhou Yi recognized a few years ago. After being expelled from Gu Nan, he went to No. [-] Middle School, and now he is basically a half-dropout.

Zhou Yi used to ask him to come to school to block people, and he always asked him to bring his younger brother to the alley to beat him up.

A few punches would result in a tooth loss at most, and he would not suffer serious injuries, let alone violate local laws.After being warned by these gangsters, the people who were beaten did not dare to go back and complain, and most of them just let it go.

When he received a call from Zhou Yi this morning, he thought it was just another girl who messed with his cousin.