Strawberry West Toast

Wenshi reads at 10:06 in the morning, 30 minutes earlier than the parallel class. Wang Zhen usually doesn’t get up until [-]:[-], and when he sneaks into the classroom, the people inside are already reading.

Today, Lan Xin read with her voice, her voice was as clear and loud as a scorpion, it shook his drowsiness from his mind, and he was instantly sober.

Wang Zhen drew a few strokes on the book, Cai Zhuoxi spotted him drawing, and moved over interestedly: "You know how to draw?"

"Well," Wang Zhen said, "I have studied for a few years."

"Few with good grades can draw," Cai Zhuoxi said, "You are too strong."

"...Ah," Wang Zhen paused, "My grades are not good."

"Pretend," Cai Zhuoxi pouted, "You still pretend to be at the same table."

"Pretend to be a fart," Wang Zhen stopped writing, "I didn't pretend."

Cai Zhuoxi clicked his tongue twice, with an expression of disbelief.

It is disgraceful to go through the back door. Uncle and Zhou Jie repeatedly emphasized not to tell anyone other than Pei Yiwei. Although Wang Zhen has a big heart, he also knows that this matter involves the leadership of No. [-] Middle School. Of course, the fewer people who know, the better. .

Without drawing a few strokes, the class bell rang.

The first section is mathematics. Wang Zhen didn't read Wenshi's schedule carefully. In fact, it's better to say that he never read any schedule carefully. He usually takes whatever comes and rarely prepares in advance.

The mathematics teacher looked like he had been tortured by mathematics for many years, and the small area above his head was glowing with white light. Wang Zhen was very glad that he didn't need to turn on the lights during the day, otherwise he would be dazzled by bowing his head.

Mediterranean cleared his throat and said, "My surname is Xu."

He wrote down the contact information on the blackboard, and then turned around. According to the previous process, Wang Zhen estimated that he should warm up the scene now to promote the relationship between teachers and students.

However, in the next second, Mediterranean Sea opened the textbook and said, "Then turn to the fourth page, should you have previewed it?"

WTF? ? ?

Wang Zhen hurriedly took out the mathematics textbook that was pressed under the sketchbook. Before the cover was used, two corners of this thing had been pressed out. It was as ugly and embarrassing as a person being skinned.

"Look at the exercises after class," Hai Hai began to write on the blackboard, "raise your hand if you have any questions."

There was silence in the class, no one raised their hands.

Wang Zhen was looking at the question, and Haidi said again: "Turn to the fifth side, let's look at the eighth sub-question of the third big question."

Hold? ? ?

The math class just kept turning pages and lecturing. Wang Zhen felt like a dead computer. The owner was already anxious to suffer from high blood pressure, so he kept the screen black.

Mediterranean finished her homework happily, and walked away with big strides, with a handsome back and a sparse head.

When eating with Ma Zhinan, he reminded Wang Zhenwen that he was really rushing to class, and it is better to try it himself than to hear about it. Wang Zhen only now understands what he said about "rushing to class".

Just as Wang Zhen was about to close the textbook to catch up on sleep, Pei Yiwei suddenly turned sideways and asked him, "Is there anything you don't understand about the exercises?"

Wang Zhen wants to say whether I understand or not is none of your business, but when I think about it, it seems to have something to do with it——Pei Yiwei took money from his uncle, there is no reason not to work for nothing, even if he is passive, but at least he will Go to work and punch a card, right?

Wang Zhen: "Is the key class taught like this before?"

"'so'?"

"Just..." Wang Zhen organized the language, "Lecture for 1 minute, and do the questions for [-] hours."

"It depends on the teacher's habits," Pei Yiwei said, "but it's usually like this."

Wang Zhen knocked on the table: "We didn't do math like this before."

"Learn to adapt," Pei Yiwei said, "How much did you score in math before?"

"Guess what?" Wang Zhen smiled.

"I've only seen your total score, I don't know the results of individual subjects." Pei Yiwei said.

"One hundred..." Wang Zhen saw Pei Yiwei showing approval, and the next second, he said, "One hundred and fifty minus seven or eighty."

Pei Yiwei: "..."

"Take time to sort out the previous test papers," Pei Yiwei said, "Let me help you look."

Wang Zhen didn't expect Pei Yiwei to enter the role so quickly, and he was speechless at the moment.I don't know how my uncle found this person, did they sign a contract?

"Party A Zhou Bin has signed a strategic cooperation agreement with Party B Pei Yiwei. Party B agrees to provide intellectual assistance to Wang Zhen. If Party B fails to complete the task within the time limit, it shall pay Party A an overdue fee blabla..."

Well, well, the spirit of the contract.

- good mother!

The second period was the Chinese class. As soon as Ma Zhinan stepped onto the podium with the textbook in his hands, there was some booing from below.

"Wow!"

"Brother Ma is handsome!"

Wang Zhen raised his eyelids and looked. Ma Zhinan was wearing a black leather jacket today. He looked young, but at most he was a middle-aged man with temperament, not handsome enough to make him applaud.It is estimated that most of these people are his former students, and they have old jokes to play with. For a little chick like him who came in with a rush, this kind of thing doesn't seem so interesting.

"In this class, let's select the class cadres," Ma Zhinan said, "so that we can arrange the class work for this semester."

Ma Zhinan was spitting all over the place, and Wang Zhen tilted his head and took out the alcohol cotton pad from the table bucket, took off the earrings and slowly rolled them around, and then slowly stuffed them back into the ear holes.

The selection of class cadres generally has nothing to do with him, but the class is too quiet, and he is afraid of attracting attention by snoring or something.

Ma Zhinan came up to run for the representative of the language department first, and the class was completely silent. After a while, Lan Xin whispered: "I recommend Pei Yiwei."

Ma Zhinan looked at Pei Yiwei: "Does Pei Yiwei want to?"

Pei Yiwei said, "Anything is fine."

"What's the matter with 'Everything'?" Ma Zhinan smiled, "Is it okay or not?"

"...OK." Pei Yiwei said.

The reluctance and reluctance in his tone was a bit like forcing someone into prostitution, Wang Zhen couldn't help but smiled, seeing Pei Yiwei turn his head to look at him, he quickly tightened the corners of his mouth, pretending to read a book.

Soon, by recommendation or self-recommendation, the positions of assistant class, school committee, discipline committee, etc. were all filled. Ma Zhinan said: "The last is the propaganda committee. Does anyone want to take the initiative to be responsible for the beautification of the class?"

Propaganda committee is the most unpopular position, and in the past, it was enough to fool people casually.Ma Zhinan asked a few people who were suspected to be able to draw, but they all shook their heads and refused to take the job.

Ma Zhinan said, "Where's Wang Zhen?"

Wang Zhen was startled, took away the book in front of him and raised his head: "I..."

"The pictures in the book are good." Ma Zhinan said.

Wang Zhen: "!"

All heads turned around, aiming at Wang Zhen's math book.In the blank space, a head with sparse Mediterranean vegetation was painted, and two blingbling four-pointed stars were specially painted.

Wang Zhen suddenly felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into the street, but Ma Zhinan made a final decision: "That's Wang Zhen."

There was sparse applause from below.

"That's fine," Ma Zhinan said, "The class committee members come to the office after class, let's have a small meeting."

Until Ma Zhinan left the classroom, Wang Zhen was still a little dazed.

Cai Zhuoxi turned his head and gave him a thumbs-up, saying: "It's awesome, it has the charm, it has the style of a master, and it will definitely be listed among the world's famous paintings in the future."

"Get lost," Wang Zhen said, "there are some bald-headed paintings of world-famous paintings?"

"Someone has to set a precedent," Cai Zhuoxi said, "such as the great painter Wang Zhenwang."

Hearing the word "big painter", Wang Zhen became a little annoyed. He couldn't help giving Cai Zhuoxi a blank look, and said, "Why don't you talk about cross talk when you talk so much, Yue Yunpeng can't fucking talk about you."

Cai Zhuoxi was stunned, he was joking, but Wang Zhen would suddenly lose his temper, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Lan Xin was registering the name of the class committee member. Seeing that Wang Zhen was still in her seat, she sighed and said, "Why haven't you gone to the office yet?"

Wang Zhen paused and said, "Go now."

When Wang Zhen left, Lan Xin looked at Cai Zhuoxi and said, "Why did you quarrel?"

"I don't know," Cai Zhuoxi spread his hands, "I was scolded for no reason."

Lan Xin thought for a while and said: "He is from an ordinary class, you should take care of him more, don't hurt him too much."

"I didn't hurt him," Cai Zhuo said, "Is he one of those two dark horses?"

Lan Xin opened her mouth, was about to say something, then stopped, and finally said: "Talk to him later, we are at the same table after all."

The class committee consisted of nine people. Pei Yiwei was both the Disciplinary Committee and the representative of the Chinese department. When Wang Zhen arrived, the eight people had already stood in a row of four, and there was no place to fill in the gaps.

"Stand there," Ma Zhinan said, "next to Jiang Yu."

The person named Jiang Yu looked at Wang Zhen, and stepped back a little to the right.

There are five in a row, and the other four are basically stuck together. Wang Zhen stands on the left side of Jiang Yu halfway through, and Pei Yiwei is in front of him.

I really have to block him wherever I go.

Wang Zhen pursed his lips, and Ma Zhinan said, "Without delaying everyone's study time, I will just say two things."

"One," Ma Zhinan said, "the class committee must lead by example, and consciously improve discipline, grades, and mental outlook. After school starts, there will be a lot of work. You should choose a deputy, report his name, and ask him to assist in the work."

"Teacher," Jiang Yu said, "How many assistants can you choose?"

Someone laughed and said, "How many Hitachi do you want to pick? Why don't you pick all the girls in the class?"

Jiang Yu kicked the man, Ma Zhinan smiled and said, "One."

"Second, to add to the previous matter," Ma Zhinan continued, "The representatives of the two departments should allocate their respective tasks, so that no one is in charge or one person does it alone."

There was a moment of silence in the office, and then someone began to nod.

"That's about it," Ma Zhinan put down the textbook, "If you have any questions, ask them now, and if you have no questions, go back to class first."

No one asked any questions, and everyone was probably wondering who to choose as a deputy. Wang Zhen grabbed his pockets, and when the people started to leave, he asked Ma Zhinan, "Does the propaganda committee want a deputy?"

Ma Zhinan was stunned for a moment and said, "It depends on you."

Dare to feel that this is completely without considering that the Propaganda Committee needs a deputy.

But Wang Zhen is used to it. The propaganda committee has been a dispensable role in the class committee since high school, allowing him to stand with these school bullies for a meeting. I guess Zhou Jie will be happy to hear it Do you want a deputy.

"Okay," Wang Zhen said, "Alone can do it."

Ma Zhinan hummed: "Come on."

Pei Yiwei stood on the side, seemingly wanting to say something.

Wang Zhen was a little curious. Although he didn't know Pei Yiwei well, he could tell that his relationship with Lao Ma was not good. If he hadn't chosen the representative of the Chinese department, he wouldn't have been cold at the time.

Pei Yi took a slight look at Wang Zhen, who shrugged and retreated outside the door.

"I'm not a department representative." Pei Yiwei saw Wang Zhen walking away, turned his head and started talking.

"Can you tell me why?" Ma Zhinan pulled out a chair and pushed it in front of him.

"Not suitable," Pei Yiwei didn't sit down, "and not good at it."

"It's relative to be suitable or not to be good at," Ma Zhinan said, "Everything has a process of adjustment. If you study well, you can't be weak in this aspect. The ability to express and communicate is very important. A good university needs this aspect. Ability, think about it carefully."

Pei Yiwei said, "It's not necessary."

Ma Zhinan looked at him, sighed, and said, "How about this, you take the reading and leave the homework collection to others."

"...OK," Pei Yi nodded slightly, "I'll think about it again."

Leaving the office, Pei Yiwei went to the water room to pick up water, and caught up with the class break. The campus karaoke station was playing tacky old love songs. Zhen stood at the end of the line.

"Xueba receives water?" Wang Zhen looked at him.

Some things are not noticed at first, but become extraordinarily eye-catching once discovered.

The two ear studs glowed golden in the sun, like two small diamonds.

The owner of the little diamond is actually quite white, with soft outlines, but the things attached to the appearance are cold and cynical, which make him feel strange and afraid.

"Have you ever been a department representative before?" Pei Yiwei said.

"Ah?" Wang Zhen was stunned, "No, what's the matter?"

"Oh," Pei Yi slightly unscrewed the lid of the water glass, "It's okay."

Wang Zhen turned around to look at him, raised his eyebrows and was about to speak, when he suddenly noticed the water glass in his hand, his expression changed, and then he laughed.

Pei Yiwei's water cup has a handle, like an office cup for making tea, with an old-age breath.

"Ah," Wang Zhen came back to his senses, and lowered the corner of his mouth, "What did you just want to say?"

"I need a deputy," Pei Yiwei said, "in charge of homework."

Wang Zhen said, "You want to find me?"

"Yes," Pei Yiwei put down the water glass, "...it's your turn."

Wang Zhen turned his head, the water boiler was empty, he quickly filled it up, and when the water was finished, Pei Yiwei stopped talking again.

"Finish." Wang Zhen stepped aside and let Pei Yi take the water.

"The representative of the department has a lot of things to do." Pei Yiwei poured hot water into the cup, "When there is a lot of homework, you will be overwhelmed."

"Do you want me to be the one or not?" Wang Zhen was a little confused, "Can you be more straightforward."

"I don't think so," Pei Yiwei said, "It's mainly up to you."

Wang Zhen felt that such an inefficient way of communication could only exist between him and Pei Yiwei. If he wanted to change someone else, he said "I love to talk, but I won't let you down" and turned back. impossible.

"Think about it," Wang Zhen blurted out, "Who doesn't want to be a leader?"

Pei Yi was slightly startled, and said, "That's good."