Bamboo Horse Warm Flower

After going to the hospital, the relationship between Wen Xiaohua and Wu Chen unexpectedly improved, but it was also unintentional.The center student who was always absent from make-up classes in the past obediently stayed after school on Mondays to take part in make-up classes.Originally, tutoring for the basketball team was nothing to do with me, and I was busy with tutoring for the Crab Legion, but sometimes I was worried, so I would secretly follow me to the basketball hall to have a look.

Wu Chen made an exception and came to take part in the tuition. Xu Hanwen was all smiles, but Wen Xiaohua turned away with an expression of "an Anopheles sinensis flying by in front of my eyes".I thought to myself that this is fine, it's better to keep the well water safe than to fight the river water.

However, in the process of making up lessons, the two still had a small quarrel for two days and a big quarrel for three days.

Wu Chen complained that what Wen Xiaohua was talking about was a book from heaven, and Wen Xiaohua lazily said that it was a book written by a genius.

Wu Chen didn't understand and wanted to ask a question, so Wen Xiaohua looked out the window and said, okay, this classmate, let me explain to you again what I don't understand.

Wu Chen frowned: "I'm the one asking you, where are you looking!"

Wen Xiaohua and the sparrow on the tree flirtatiously: "I'm answering you, can you control where I want to look?"

Wu Chen was so angry that he complained: "Coach, is there anyone who is so disrespectful?!"

This voice knocked away the sparrows on the tree, and Wen Xiaohua opened the textbook and held it up to cover her face. From behind the overturned physics textbook came a muffled voice: "The sparrows all over the world are flying away." I don’t even want to see you~ Tell me, what don’t you understand?”

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Although it is such a non-technical mouthpiece every day, I am quite relieved to see Wen Xiaohuasheng vigorously talking about it and winning every time.

In addition to making up lessons for the crab army, I started to write Wen Xiaohua's observation diary.Strange to say, when I was a child, every minute I wanted to forget Wen Xiaohua, the ungrateful guy, I looked for fresh cartoons to read every day, and tried my best to clear Wen Xiaohua from the memory bank, but that guy always saw the needles and sneered. Come in, I watch Hokage, he becomes Wen Xiao Sasuke, watches One Piece, he becomes Wen Xiaonai (?!), and when I open the diary all year round, I can still see the word "Wen Xiaohua" everywhere, and also There are those black lumps that are painted over, don't they just annoy Wen Xiaohua, who I buried alive in my diary!

But now that he knew Wen Xiaohua, he was worried that he would be forgotten in the future.A person's life is very long, and there will be new memories—good and bad—smeared on the old accounts. I always worry that when I get old, I won’t remember what happened when I was young. When I think of Wen Xiaohua, I can only Through the thick memory, I saw a vague outline, a capitalized black lump.

So even though he has hooked up with Wen Xiaohua, let's continue writing this diary.

Let's say it's sunny on X, X, X, X

Wen Xiaohua didn't sleep in class, and even raised her hand to ask questions in class!

However, it was useless, and the teachers all thought he was a ghost.So even though Wen Xiaohua raised her hand higher than anyone else, Wen Xiaohua stood up and raised her hand!Wen Xiaohua waved her hands vigorously in the air, Wen Xiaohua was about to get angry! ...but the teachers didn't seem to see him.

This is called retribution.I hope Wen Xiaohua, who sneakily raised her hand on the shoulders of the students in the front row, can reflect on her own problems.

I put down my pen, and heard Wen Xiaohua, who was busy rolling soap upstairs, sneezed super refreshingly.

In fact, after class, I asked him why he didn't sleep. Wen Xiaohua rested her chin and looked at the blackboard writing on the podium, and said that I wanted to hear how they made fools understand their words.

So he really didn't want to make trouble this time, but deliberately wanted to be ashamed to ask.Although this question is also quite embarrassing.

"Are you really going to ask that?" I asked.

Wen Xiaohua slapped the desk with both hands: "I didn't intend to ask this! I originally wanted to ask how to explain complicated questions in a simple and easy-to-understand way. It's polite enough. Who told them to pretend not to see it all?" Me!" Then he put his chin back in depression, "I have to raise my hand in the next two classes, it's best that none of these guys point me up, and whoever calls me, I'll just ask like the whole class." Finally He also added a very scary sentence, "Don't stop me."

Wen Xiaohua always said what she said, and she raised her hand in the last two classes, but to my relief, the teachers did not show kindness.When the bell rang for the last class in the morning, Mr. Mu, who was going to give him a chance, swallowed the "Wen Fan" back on his lips. I turned to look at Wen Xiaohua, and saw his raised arm tremblingly put down. It's so hard to hold back a laugh.

Wen Xiaohua suddenly became very quiet during lunch, probably because she felt ashamed.Sometimes I think he is quite hateful, but every time he is not hateful, I feel too pitiful again.

In the end, I took the initiative to take on the task of instructing "how to make fools understand geniuses".

"Why don't you try writing on the blackboard for them," I said, "Your thinking is too fast, they can't keep up. You write down your thinking process. Writing is slower than speaking, and it's okay if you don't understand it." Go back and watch it again, they should be able to get started slowly."

Wen Xiaohua looked at me with a spoon in his mouth, the silver spoon reflected the admiration in his eyes.

But to be honest, he is suspected of sleeping in class, he is suspected of not sleeping, he is suspected of even raising his hand to ask questions, if someone else has his good skin, who doesn't get along well in school, just Wen Xiaohua, who gets mixed up For this sake, it was like a champagne rose that was flown in and ended up in a soil bowl.

I pulled out the full box under the bed, and the locked diaries in the box shook for a while, so lively, as if they were full of sharp-billed squirrels jumping up and down.I put today’s diary in it, um, today’s Mr. Squirrel clasped his paws together, weeping on his face, I smiled and thought, it’s so heartbreaking~

I am not a genius, the only subject I am good at in this world is called "Wen Xiaohua".I just watched him from the first diary, learned from him, and reviewed it every time I wrote a diary, although it seemed to be a useless effort, because there would never be a day for the final exam.

People write diaries in the hope that after many years, they can still smile and miss the little things of the past, but when I think that there will be a day in the future, I will open these diaries and miss each other, and I will feel a little sad.