They all said the school grass likes me

The black T-shirt leaned casually on the chair, glanced at Zhou Yu while applauding, then turned to the four heads next to him, and said something.

With his beginning, the rest of the class became more enthusiastic in an instant, and the people next to him headed by his younger brother took the lead in applauding, and finally there was a warm and long-lasting applause in the class.

Zhou Yu was quite surprised. Only then did he notice that the black T-shirt looks quite good-looking, with a grade of school grass.

And although he belongs to the boss in the small group, he doesn't have the high-cold demeanor common to school bullies, and instead has a comfortable smile in his eyes.

The atmosphere was free from silence, and Lao Lin heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately moved on to the next session.

"Zhou Yu, just sit down..." He searched for the seat while talking.

"—then."

Lao Lin pointed to the chair with four heads on the side of the black T-shirt.

Zhou Yu:.

Although he was very grateful to the black T-shirt for his rescue, Zhou Yu still didn't want to sit too close to their group.

The transfer student was forcibly placed next to the small group. Others thought he was an eyesore, and he himself was out of place.

Not to mention, the small group in front of him still didn't understand his language.

He was about to talk to Lao Lin, but Lao Lin was one step ahead of him, and warmly introduced: "Your tablemate is called Zhong Yue, and he is our deputy class monitor. He is a very nice person. If you don't understand anything in class, you can ask him for help."

Deputy class head?

Zhou Yu looked in shock at the black T-shirt and the bad-faced brothers next to him.

The title is a bit separated from the style of painting.

But obviously, except for Zhou Yu, no one else thinks so.

The four heads on the chair nodded repeatedly, and Lao Lin beside him was all smiles.

……Fine.

Originally, I wanted to mention changing seats, but after saying that, Zhou Yu gave up struggling, thanked the teacher in charge, and obediently walked to his seat.

If there is any change brought about by years of transfer career to Zhou Yu, it should be to learn to compromise.

Although this kind of compromise is not necessarily pleasant, objectively speaking, it does save him a lot of trouble.

When Zhou Yu walked over, the four heads sitting next to Zhong Yue quickly dispersed to several groups next to him with the attitude of scattered stars.

Lao Lin said slowly on the stage: "The new students don't understand Cantonese, please take care of them, and don't just think about having fun in self-study, there is a basic test at the beginning of school, and you have to choose subjects for the college entrance examination, so pay attention."

It's a pity that his words were just a background sound. Obviously, no one in the class listened, and most of them were looking at Zhou Yu.

There are many handsome men and beautiful women in Zhou Yu's hometown, even among them, he can be regarded as the pick.

His skin is fair, his eyebrows and eyes are dark, his teeth are white and his lips are red, his dark chestnut hair is extraordinarily soft under the sun, and his face is delicately contoured.

Zhou Yu could clearly feel the eyes of others looking at him, and someone even yelled "beautiful boy" in Mandarin when he walked past.

A bit of booing, but he didn't mind.

He is very self-conscious about being a handsome guy, and he will show it to others if they like it.

It's better to say that in a strange city with a language barrier, others still think he is a handsome guy, and his dazed mood is finally a little brighter.

When sitting on the seat, Zhong Yue glanced at him and smiled at him: "Welcome."

Zhou Yu also smiled politely: "Thank you."

Okay, this new seat.

The discipline situation of Class 2 is now fully exposed. Lao Lin is still on the stage, and the buzzing below is full of voices.

Lao Lin struggled to say a few words, nothing more than "prepare for the mock exam" and "we strive for progress", but did not receive any feedback.

He tapped the big characters "hand in math workbook before school" vertically on the blackboard, suggested in vain to students to hand in their homework as much as possible, and then resolutely ran away.

As soon as Lao Lin went out, the atmosphere in the class instantly became more active. Those who played cards shuffled the cards, played mahjong tiles, and those who made tea went out to get boiled water.

Of course, Zhong Yue's side was the most lively. Almost the moment Lao Lin left the house, the four younger brothers who had just returned to their seats all left the stool, ready to move.

If you come, you will be at ease, Zhou Yu told himself in his heart, let's make it louder, anyway, they speak Cantonese, so they don't understand.

What's more, Zhou Yu also has things to do at hand. As a self-conscious academic master, he must first understand the teaching situation of the attached middle school.

"Brother." Zhou Yu turned to Zhong Yue, "Can you lend me the math exercise book?"

After so many transfers, he has already concluded that the easiest way to know the teaching progress and level of a school is to look at the homework left by the school.

In an environment where everyone was unfamiliar, Zhong Yue helped him out just now, so he was naturally close to Zhong Yue, and if he wanted to borrow books from someone, of course he was looking for this person.

"Ah, I'll look for it for you." Zhong Yue started digging through the hole in his desk as he spoke, and took a long time to pull out a yellow-green exercise book from the bottom, and handed it over, "It should be this."

"Thank you." Zhou Yu took it over and was stunned.

The exercise book turned out to be completely blank.

"Sorry." He poked Zhong Yue, "Is this a new one? I want to borrow the one you usually do your homework on."

"This is mine." Zhong Yue glanced at it, "It's just that I haven't written any questions."

Zhou Yu:?

"Tian Yuan." Zhong Yue didn't explain, but called out his name instead, and the fat man in the front row of Zhou Yu turned around in response.

"You help him draw his homework." Zhong Yue said.

"Okay!" The little fat man enthusiastically took out his exercise book and asked Zhou Yu to draw the questions. During the whole process of drawing the questions, Zhou Yu was in a state of disbelief.

Isn't this the vice monitor?

The deputy squad leader doesn't even write homework?Doesn't everyone in the class feel that something is wrong?

But after Tian Yuan helped him draw the questions, Zhou Yu probably understood.

The homework left in the attached middle school is the foundation of the foundation, and Zhou Yu can easily do these questions in the first half of the first semester of high school.

He searched the school's book rate on the Internet, and it was less than 7% last year.

In essence, it is a very Buddhist school of teaching.

With Zhou Yu's level, he is definitely a top student in the attached middle school, but there are still some problems.

For example, for the upcoming test, he had to figure out what the test method was and whether there was anything he didn't know.

Not knowing who to ask, Zhou Yu turned to Zhong Yue subconsciously: "Dude, do you know how to test the subjects of the basic test? Should you choose the subjects for the liberal arts or sciences, or what?"

"What is an elective subject?" Zhong Yue asked.

Zhou Yu: "..."

But then Zhong Yue yelled again: "Liang Yun!"

The short-haired girl sitting three rows diagonally in front of him let out a "baa" and turned her head.

Zhou Yu froze for a moment, thinking how cute this girl is, and then realized that baa seemed to mean "what" in Cantonese.

"How do you choose subjects for the test?" Zhong Yue asked.

Liang Yun was taken aback, her eyes widened in surprise, before Zhong Yue pointed at Zhou Yu, "He asked."

"Oh, no wonder." Liang Yun was stunned, and turned to Zhou Yu, "Someone will come to hand out the subject selection form at that time, and you can just fill in the subject you want to take."

"Okay, thank you." Zhou Yu said.

Liang Yun smiled at him, with a dimple at the corner of her mouth, and turned back shyly.

"Liang Yun is the school committee member of our class." Zhong Yue said, "You can ask her about your studies."

Before Zhou Yu spoke, the afro who was standing behind Zhong Yue answered, "Little boy, Brother Yue is usually very busy, so I don't have time to worry about trivial things like studying."

Zhou Yu was completely speechless.

Are you still proud?

The topic quickly changed, and Zhou Yu knew that he had nothing in common with Zhong Yue and the others, so he continued to read the questions.Zhong Yue and the others continued to chat in a mixture of Mandarin and Cantonese.

Zhong Yue didn't talk much, but the younger brothers talked a lot.

Unexpectedly, I heard the bald head shouting indignantly: "Brother Yue! Why does that surname Lu look down on you! I have to go get him!"

Zhou Yu paused when he was writing notes.

so violent?

"Akang, don't get excited." Zhong Yue squeezed his bald arm, "It's really nothing, I didn't worry about it."

"Brother Yue, he doesn't want to be with you because he looks down on you! If he doesn't look down on you, he looks down on me!" the bald head said loudly.

"Look down on us, we have to fuck him!" Afro shouted, "Ninja's surname has been Lu for a long time!"

"How many times have I told you that peace is the most important thing, and don't make noise." Zhong Yue frowned, "Are you here to study or to cause trouble?"

After being trained by Zhong Yue, the bald head and the afro head calmed down a little. Their voices lowered, but they still muttered in Cantonese.

Zhong Yue talked to them a few more words, and they calmed down.

The episode was only a few minutes long, but Zhou Yu, who had observed the whole process, was full of black lines.

It's just... not anyone's problem.

But let's switch seats.

No one would like to sit next to a small group that looks like a thorn. Even though their big brother seems to be more reasonable, it is still like a time bomb/bomb, with endless hidden dangers.

Moreover, Zhou Yu didn't quite get used to the teahouse-like environment.

But it is obviously inappropriate to directly ask Zhong Yue to change seats. It is impossible for his younger brothers to feel that Zhou Yu also has an opinion on Zhong Yue, and they will disagree with each other.

He simply asked the class teacher, and said that he could not see the blackboard clearly because of his poor eyesight, and then asked Lao Lin to help him explain to Zhong Yue that the plan would work.

So when the lunch break arrived, Zhou Yu went straight to the third floor, and when he got up, he heard Zhong Yue ask him, "Do you have lunch?"

"Yes, thank you!" Zhou Yu shouted, feeling a little ashamed that the other party greeted him warmly, but he actually wanted to change.

But thinking about it again, he has no objection to Zhong Yue, it's just that the two of them have completely different styles of painting, and they will definitely rub against each other if they stay for a long time, so it's better to separate as soon as possible, the distance creates beauty, so they continue to go upstairs without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, when I arrived at Lao Lin's office, I knocked on the door a few times and no one answered, but the door next to it creaked open.

"Looking for Mr. Lin?" Director Wang looked at him with his mobile phone horizontally in one hand, "He's gone home to play mahjong, come back in the afternoon."

As he spoke, he pressed the phone screen, and the phone squeaked: "Super double!"

Zhou Yu: "..."

excuse me.

I have no choice but to go back to eat first and talk about it in the afternoon.

Zhou Yu was taken aback when he returned to class. The classroom was empty, and all the other students had gone to eat.

The canteen is closed during the summer vacation. The school has lunch boxes bought from the canteen of the processing factory in the fishing port, which can be swiped with a meal card. It costs 12 yuan a piece, but obviously no one buys them.

It can be imagined that the taste was worrying, so Zhou Yu also decided to go to the street outside the school to find something to eat.

He turned on his phone to see what stores were nearby, only to find a WeChat message from his dad.

-Have you got a meal yet?I'll ask Brother Huang to deliver some food, and I'll wait for you at the intersection of Bagua Street and Xiangyang Avenue.

Then issued a license plate number.

In the previous school, his father asked the driver to take him to school, and the driver drove a McLaren, which made him become a "rich second generation" for more than half a month, and he was very depressed.

Later, his father stopped asking the driver to drive to the gate, and it was very considerate to wait for him on the street near the school.

However, his father's thoughtfulness is a bit confusing. He takes care of Zhou Yu's life in every possible way, but in terms of study, he can send the child who was evaluated by all the teachers as "having the ability to impact Qingbei" into a book rate without psychological pressure. 7% of schools.

So be it.

-

It's hot as hell at noon in midsummer, and the dense street trees can't block the sun that can dry people out.

The black Mercedes was parked under the shade of a tree by the side of the road. Zhou Yu got off the license plate and walked up quickly. When he opened the door, he smiled and greeted the driver: "Brother Huang."

"Good noon." Brother Huang handed the lunch box on the passenger seat to Zhou Yu, "Mr. Zhou ordered it for you from the restaurant with the best reputation nearby. Eat it while it's hot."

Zhou Wenhui ordered a barbecued pork rice, one dish and one dim sum, probably because he was hungry, Zhou Yu usually couldn't finish so much, but this time he ate very cleanly.

My stomach is full, and my depressed mood has eased a lot recently.

When Zhou Yu was almost done eating, Brother Huang turned to look at him: "Mr. Zhou said, if you finish eating, give him a call."

Zhou Yu:.

He clicked his tongue in his heart, no wonder the food was delivered.

As for Zhou Wenhui, he is a standard person who is courteous for nothing, and he must have a plan.

Although Zhou Yu has been angry with his father for moving again in the past few days, Zhou Yu's anger has almost disappeared due to Zhou Wenhui's unremitting and warm gestures.

In other words, even if he was angry, it didn't make any sense.

"Okay, I'll call him." Zhou Yu packed up the lunch box and prepared to throw it in the trash later, "Then I'll go back first, Brother Huang, goodbye."

Brother Huang waved at him, and after Zhou Yu got out of the car, he made a phone call while walking.

Seconds over there.

"Son, how do you feel about the new school?" Zhou Wenhui asked enthusiastically, "Is lunch still to your liking?"

"It's all good." Zhou Yu didn't go around with his father, and asked directly, "What's the matter, what can you do to me?"

"I mean, I can't find you if I have nothing to do." Although Zhou Wenhui said so, he still has something to do, "I just want to discuss with you. Tomorrow weekend, my father's friend wants to invite us to dinner together, so I will When you catch the wind, what do you think?"

"I'm just helping you, why are you calling me?" Zhou Yu said.

He didn't want to get involved in the adult's business.

"Of course it's for you. Tomorrow, that friend is Dad's new partner here, and his son happens to be in the attached middle school. I want to bring everyone out to get together and make friends." Zhou Wenhui persuaded patiently, " That brother is one year older than you, and it is said that he is very popular in the attached middle school, so it would be great to let him take you with you if you have anything to do."

Zhou Yu responded without interest: "Oh——"

It turned out that he was used as a tool to make partners.

"My talented baby son, you have worked hard to start a business and show off your demeanor." Zhou Wenhui turned on the sweet talk mode, "Just have lunch, and soon, Dad will give you a red envelope."

Zhou Wenhui has been in business for many years, and his hard work can smooth out the row of small buildings in Hongyadong.

Zhou Yu passed this pass and there is still another pass, so he gave up resisting altogether: "There is no need for red envelopes, just see this side, there will be no next time, okay?"

"No problem!" Zhou Wenhui agreed, "Hey, make friends with my brother when the time comes, and don't be alone every day."

"Oh, goodbye." Zhou Yu said.

Originally, the mood was okay, because his father's last sentence aroused faint annoyance.

Changing the city in three months, he just wants to make friends but there is nowhere to make them. Now he is relying on him to be alone, who is he?

Zhou Wenhui didn't listen to Zhou Yu after all, and the red envelope was sent out later, but Zhou Yu didn't receive it.

Let's talk about it later, sir will be angry now.

It’s nothing, I just transferred to a city where I don’t understand the language, and I have to accompany my dad to sell/laugh on weekends, the new deskmate is a school bully, the small group around me is really a headache, oh, but the school bully himself is nothing The big problem is even handsome...

Zhou Yu put the phone in his pocket, and was about to continue when he heard someone behind him say, "What a coincidence?"

When Zhou Yu turned his head, he saw Zhong Yue standing under the shade of a tree a few steps behind him, smiling leisurely at him with an aura as bright as the afternoon sun.