little love

Outside the window, the northwest wind rolled up the leaves of the sycamore tree on the ground and swirled in the air. It is estimated that they will fall in a while.The grass in the middle of the playground was already withered and yellow, covered with a layer of white frost, it looked extraordinarily cold.There is no heater in the classroom, and of course there is no air conditioner. Song Yi's hands were a little cold, so he put them in his trouser pockets to cover them.On the podium, the math teacher who has already bald on his head is explaining the simplest linear equation.

Song Yi didn't intend to listen to some of the knowledge that had already been ingrained in his bones. It was really unnecessary. If he didn't want to be independent, he would have asked to go home and read the book by himself.In a few days it will be New Year's Day, which is what the locals call the Gregorian calendar year. However, to Song Yi's dismay, the habit of holding a New Year's Day party does not seem to be popular now. He really misses the time when the whole class prepared the party together. atmosphere.Alas, disappointment.

"Song Yi, please come to the blackboard and do this problem."

Song Yi is still mourning his New Year's Day party.

"Song Yi!" The math teacher yelled, and Song Yi was so frightened that he came back instantly.

Zhu Xiaowei next to him pushed his arm, tilted his head, covered his mouth and said, "Go to the blackboard and do the questions."

Song Yi understood, got up calmly, came to the podium, pinched a piece of yellow chalk he liked, and solved the problems on the blackboard with the three methods he knew.Of course, as to whether these methods have been learned now, it is not within his consideration.

After returning to his seat, the bald old man looked at the answers on the blackboard, then at Song Yi, and said with dissatisfaction: "Some students should not raise their tails just because they think they know it. Modesty makes people progress. Pride makes people lag behind, and you still have a lot to learn!"

Everyone knows who "some classmates" refers to.

Song Yi stared blankly at the few hairs on the old man's head for a while, and when the old man was about to lose his temper, he quietly said: "Teacher, it's time to learn your Mandarin well."

The old man turned into anger in an instant, and pointed at the door angrily: "Song Yi, you, you, you disrespect the teacher so much, you get out. Reflect on yourself."

Song Yi was an obedient student, so he got up and went out immediately. He just put his schoolbag on his back. Anyway, get out of class was over in 5 minutes. He was already hungry, so he went home for dinner.Leaving a group of stunned students behind, Zhu Xiaowei secretly gave a thumbs up. "Role model, I want to learn from you."

On the podium, the math teacher glared angrily, and almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

In fact, Song Yi and Liang Zi, a math teacher, have already formed an alliance, which originated from Song Yi's complaint last time.The math teacher's name is He Yong. He is an old smoker. Every time in the classroom, as long as he is not lecturing and his mouth is idle, he will smoke a cigarette and smoke while correcting homework. He always makes the classroom smoky. Some students in the front row were so smoked that tears came out.Song Yi was well aware of the dangers of second-hand smoke, and politely reminded him several times not to smoke in front of students.It's just that He Yong didn't know how to repent, and he still smoked in the classroom as much as he wanted, with the idea that "it's better to be happy alone than to be happy together".

So, in a rage, Song Yi directly reported to the principal's office, and even wrote an argumentative paper of more than 1000 words by himself, which listed the various harms of smoking and second-hand smoke, and the psychological impact caused by the teacher's smoking behavior on the student union. shadows, and more.

After that time, the principal officially issued a notice: Smoking is prohibited on campus.

After that time, each teacher paid attention to his words and deeds, for fear that he would be sued one day.

After that time, Song Yi became popular, especially in Class 3, Year 1, where he was in. He became a big shot. It is unbelievable that he dared to enter the principal's office and sue the teacher as a big shot.He is adored.

However, He Yong had a grudge, he lost face and was bullied by a student, how could he swallow this breath.Since then, he's had his eye on him.However, not long after, He Yong discovered that he couldn't help Song Yi. He answered the questions correctly every time in class, and the test papers and homework would not make mistakes. , but it seems that he can see through his dirty thoughts, such eyes make him very uncomfortable.This should not be the eyes of a 10-year-old child, He Yong retreated.

Song Yi had just arrived at the school gate when Zhu Xiaowei and a few boys chased him with a cart, each with admiration on their faces.

"Why did you come out so quickly, the bell for the end of get out of class hasn't rang yet!"

"The math teacher was so mad at you, he threw away the book and announced that get out of class was over. You didn't see his face, it was flushed red." Zhou Jiafu's face was full of excitement.

"That's because he has no guts, and it has nothing to do with Song Yi." Zhu Xiaowei complained for Song Yi.

"That's right, the previous few times I deliberately targeted Song Yi. Why is such a stingy teacher not letting him smoke?"

Several others were also outraged.

"It's nothing, he is a teacher after all, he won't do too much, and I don't care about other small troubles."

At the three-way intersection, everyone went in the direction of their own homes.Only Song Yi and Zhu Xiaowei's homes were left in the same place.

"Song Yi, why have you changed so much? In the past, when the teacher scolded you, you didn't even dare to fart. Also, you suddenly know so many things. Before, you only knew how to play." Zhu Xiaowei said This question is not a day or two.

"Then do you think I'm better now than I was before."

"You used to hang out with me a lot. Unlike you now, you just stay at home and read books all day long. However, you know a lot of things now, and you can never make mistakes by copying your homework. This is the best thing. .” Zhu Xiaowei grinned.

I knew I couldn't get anything out of asking this pig.Song Yi made up his mind, and from now on he would resolutely watch him do his homework, no matter how much he cheated, he would not copy it for him.

It was a bit cold, Zhu Xiaowei shrank his neck, stepped up and rode his bike, and he would be home soon.Looking at Song Yi who was riding a bicycle as usual, Zhu Xiaowei felt that he could not understand him more and more.