young sir

Now it is the bottom one in the class. "Bi Ziyun's voice trembled slightly, "I obviously did as you said, and you asked me to push the formula, and I pushed it too.You asked me to write the wrong test book, and I did too.As a result, when it came to the exam, I still couldn't do anything. "

"Fang Nan, you are the proud son of heaven, but I am not. My brain is really not as fast as yours, and I know the answer at a glance. You say that I am not working hard enough, but I have obviously worked a lot more than before. Always counting down in the exam, will never be as good as you?"

Bi Ziyun grabbed the phone next to the pillow, opened it, and approached Fang Nan.The eyes of the two faced each other, separated only by the tip of their noses.

The photos in the phone album are almost all mathematical formulas taken by Bi Ziyun.

"You have no idea what happened to me recently, you just—"

"I know," Fang Nan stared at Bi Ziyun who was close at hand, "Bi Ziyun, I know what happened in your dormitory. Uncle Huai told me."

"You haven't been sleeping well lately, so you may be feeling a little debilitated—"

"Fang Nan, I often have nightmares at night." Bi Ziyun interrupted him.

"Because of what happened during the summer vacation, I often couldn't sleep well at night." Bi Ziyun avoided Fang Nan's gaze, "I thought it was all over, but that old Liu, he really made me sick. Every night I would always dream about the things he showed me and about that day, and it would make me want to throw up."

When Bi Ziyun said this, he suddenly stopped talking.

He couldn't go on.One more thing, someone as smart as Fang Nan might understand his true thoughts.

The moment he saw Fang Nan and Chen Niran were listed side by side on the honor roll, he suddenly felt that this seemed to be a matter of course.

Excellent people stand side by side with excellent people, which is an extremely pleasing thing in itself.

Looking back now, what were all those dirty thoughts about Fang Nan in his heart?

He was a little fed up, fed up, Fang Nan was like a god who sympathized with all living beings, asking himself condescendingly, why don't you work a little harder.

Why don't you try a little harder?

The voice in my heart was clamoring, Bi Ziyun, no matter how hard you try and catch up, you will never become like Fang Nan.

He has been waiting for Fang Nan to tell him that it doesn't matter, no matter what, no matter what, he will always believe in him.

But until he finished speaking, Fang Nan didn't say a word.

Bi Ziyun picked up her schoolbag and walked out of 506 without looking back.

Song Huaishu was sitting on the classroom seat worrying, when he suddenly saw Bi Ziyun rushing in from the door with his schoolbag on his back.

Bi Ziyun took out a form from her schoolbag and slapped it hard on Song Huaishu's desk.

"Uncle, add me to the basketball game." He said to Song Huaishu.

Looking at Bi Ziyun's back as he rushed out the door, Fang Nan leaned against the wall wearily, and slowly closed his eyes.

He watched Bi Ziyun collapse due to emotional venting and tremendous pressure, but he still couldn't muster up the courage to say the words in his heart to him.

What he originally wanted to say was obviously not like that.

What he wanted to say was, Bi Ziyun, I thought you would work a little harder for me.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-12-1020:58:36~2020-12-1122:12:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: Chu Ying fan group leader 1; thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: I want to eat a bottle of you;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

40. Cun Xin

The curtains in the classroom were originally drawn tightly, but after the bell rang, the students sitting by the window opened the curtains a little, and the light from outside the window came in through the slit, making the room warmer.

Fang Nan looked at the back of Bi Ziyun bowing his head and writing in front of him, and was distracted in math class for the first time.

He thought that Bi Ziyun would always be brilliant, but he forgot that the little sun would sometimes be blocked by haze.

If Bi Ziyun hadn't mentioned it at noon today, he would have almost forgotten about the accident that happened during the summer vacation.

Some people show their personality, and they will show their emotions in front of others at any time.Some people will bury the trauma they have suffered deeply in their hearts, only to burst out in one fell swoop when they lose control of their emotions.

And Bi Ziyun happened to be that kind of person.

Bi Ziyun's usual temperament is quite different from his own at first glance, but they are actually the same kind of people in the final analysis.I don't want to affect other people's mood because of myself, I want to hide the small emotions in my heart deeply, and just digest them slowly.

The little sun shines and heats up every day, trying to melt the iceberg, but forgets that he will also be burned by the heat.

He was about to take the five-school joint exam, and in the next few days, Fang Nan went all out to prepare for the exam.Other than him, the other students in class [-] began to actively prepare for the number one event of the school sports meeting - the class phalanx.

The phalanx performances of various classes in the Gunan No. 1 Middle School Sports Meeting once made headlines in local newspapers.The students in Gunan usually compete for the first place in their studies, and they also rack their brains and never give up in the annual phalanx performance. They all want to win the No.[-] grade in their grade.

As the sports committee member of Class [-], Song Huaishu had just finished solving the personnel problem of the basketball team, and was worried about this matter again.

Fifteen minutes before the end of the class meeting, Brother Pig specially gave Song Huaishu 15 minutes to come on stage to brainstorm and discuss with the students to decide the form of the phalanx performance of Class 15 in this year's school sports meeting.

Song Huaishu walked up to the podium, picked up the chalk, and started yelling at the crowd: "Come on, ladies and gentlemen, if you have any ideas, please raise your hands quickly. Next, we need to customize performance costumes and so on. Our class time is not enough There are too many!"

The whole class fell silent, and Bi Ziyun's deskmate Rabbit weakly raised his hand: "Can our class wear wizard robes... I really like Harry Potter."

The girl at the back table reminded her: "Class [-] seems to be Harry Potter this year. I heard that they all bought their clothes online."

"Oh... forget it then." The rabbit put down his hand somewhat disappointed.

"How about we dress up as Jedi Knights," one boy said, "Like a lightsaber, how cool is that!"

"Old Ji, our class fee is only so much, not to mention buying clothes, it's not even enough to buy a lightsaber." Song Huaishu refuted his idea sharply.

"How about Spider-Man?"

"There are so many girls in our class, how do you pretend to be Spider-Man..."

"Isn't there a statue of Confucius outside the playground, why don't you rent some ancient clothes, and when we pass by the phalanx, we will go up and bow to Confucius like this—"

The students in the class offered advice and suggestions in a hurry, and there were all kinds of suggestions.Fang Nan raised his hand to press his temple, and turned over a page of the exercise book.

Although he didn't have to participate in the school sports meeting because he was going to the competition, he couldn't help being shocked when he heard this classmate's proposal.

It was too shocking to suddenly stop and kneel down in the middle of the walk.

"Speaking of renting clothes, I have a good idea!"

The girl sitting in the front row had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly raised her hand high: "There is a performance rental clothing store near No. [-] Middle School. Our class rented the costumes for last year's art festival there. The price is favorable there, and there are many kinds of them." .”

The class meeting did not discuss a definite result. The class committee headed by Song Huaishu decided to go to No. [-] Middle School immediately after class to see if there were any suitable clothes that could be rented.

Before the evening self-study started, Song Huaishu brought the class committee members back from outside the school with a full load, and said with a pat on his chest that the form of the phalanx performance had been decided.

"What, I'm here to hold the class sign?"

Bi Ziyun was still stumping on the last big question on the math paper, but when he heard everyone say that, he raised his head and stared at Uncle Huai in disbelief.

"Fang Nan wasn't at school that day, so you were the only face of our class."

Song Huaishu patted Bi Ziyun's shoulder meaningfully: "The other classes are full of tall and long-legged girls holding placards, while our class is all women's soldiers, with no special features at all. You put on the clothes we prepared for you, and go to that class. Stop, tsk tsk, blow up that Harry Potter from Class [-]."

Song Huaishu showed Bi Ziyun the photos taken in the clothing store.

Bi Ziyun looked at Song Huaishu who was standing in front of the mirror in various poses in the photo, and couldn't help but twitched the corners of his lips: "Uncle, your cosplayer is... Aobai?"

"What Aobai?" Song Huaishu took his mobile phone, and showed him another photo, "This is for you to wear, it's one size smaller than mine, and it's exclusive to the chief executive."

Bi Ziyun looked at the dark blue flower feather python robe in the photo, and was struck by thunder.

"How about it, are you domineering?" Song Huaishu looked very satisfied, "You are Eunuch Bi, the chief executive, and the rest of our boys are your little guards who are responsible for raising the class flag behind you. The girls are all dressed in palace maid costumes , and follow Eunuch Bi to see you in the palace."

"You mean... you want me to pretend to be a eunuch?"

Bi Ziyun asked tentatively.

"What's wrong with the eunuchs? All the male compatriots are with you." Song Huaishu said cheerfully, "I have already thought about the slogan of our class. The rise and fall of class A is everyone's responsibility, and it just happened to take Brother Pi's The name is just perfect."

Bi, who has always been the top student in a single subject, wanted to complain, but in the end he held back abruptly.

The rise and fall, everyone is responsible.This sentence originally came from Gu Yanwu, a thinker in the late Ming and early Qing.