Bamboo Horse Warm Flower

It was pouring rain on the day when the high school report started. I sat in the second-to-last row of the new classroom, absent-mindedly listening to Mr. Mu's opening remarks, and staring at the heavy rain outside the window.Mr. Mu was holding the order list in his hand, and was rummaging through the boxes on the podium to find his reading glasses. At this moment, I saw a figure running into the school gate.

The boy was carrying his schoolbag and ran into the teaching building like a gust of wind, kicking Lao Gao's water spray all the way, which made me think of a lizard walking on water... It can be seen that I have brainwashed Wen Xiaohua a lot these years.

Elder Mu finally found the reading glasses in his pocket, put them on and cleared his throat——

Then he said "Wen Fan" in a straight voice.

The front door of the classroom was pushed open with a "pound", and the boy in the black T-shirt stepped in, panting, and lifted the wet schoolbag in his hand: "Here!"

The lifeless classroom seemed to be revived by his "arrival".

I was completely dumbfounded, just watching Wen Xiaohua flicking her hair under the attention of everyone, walked to the only vacant seat in the last row of the classroom and sat down, squinted and squinted like a fox with peach blossom eyes, and then slapped her twice a sneeze.

At least one of the sneezes must have been given to him by me.

Because other people in the class were also looking at him, my surprised eyes were hidden among the crowd, but it was not so obvious.But what is going on?What about Rukawa Kaede from the promised fifteenth middle school and Xiangbei team? !

Everything is like a dream, a nightmare?A beautiful nightmare?

Many times I looked back at him, Wen Xiaohua propped her chin and looked out the window, sneezed twice under my resentment from time to time, the tip of her nose was red, the heavy rain stopped little by little under his persistent gaze, the sky completely When the sun cleared, he stretched out and slept comfortably on the desk.

Elder Mu announced the class discipline on the podium, and even coughed several times, but did not wake him up.

I haven't seen Wen Xiaohua for two months. The changes in Wen Xiaohua's body became more striking in my eyes. T-shirts are no longer so bulky on him, and jeans and sneakers can also be worn very handsomely. She used to be a pretty girl, but now It's a pretty boy.

***

Eighteenth Middle School is the key point of the city, and the classes are arranged according to their grades. Class One has always been the top class among the top classes. In this way, Wen Xiaohua and I have been promoted from classmates in the same school to classmates in the same class. See me or treat me like a toad!After the first semester, we didn't speak a word.Of course I was also angry, I just didn't want to talk to him, who told him not to remember me!

Zhang Long, Zhao Fu and the others also entered the Eighteenth Middle School, but they were all in the last class. They probably got in with money. It is not surprising that Wen Xiaohua and these four families have always been rich.

So even though Wen Xiaohua is in the same class as me, she usually plays with the Crab Legion.To be honest, the atmosphere in the top class is quite tense. After all, it is a key class in a key high school. Everyone is busy studying on weekdays, so naturally they don't have so much energy to develop friendship.Usually Wen Xiaohua slips out after class, and when he slips out we are all stuck in the sea of ​​books.

But the fact that Wen Xiaohua is a genius is well known in the school, not only because his grades were the first in the school when he entered the school.

The English teacher in our class likes to make surprise attacks. In order to give us a sense of crisis at all times, she once asked us to read an article for 10 minutes, and after 10 minutes, we would twitch our backs to see how much everyone could write down.That article was "I have a dream" by Martin Luther King Jr. It was on the extracurricular reading materials. When it was drawn to me, I recited almost one-third of it in one breath. There was no sound in the classroom except for my recitation, but I didn't know that I recited it. There was a sudden "pop" in the middle, and I immediately forgot all the content behind it.

I stood on the seat for about half a minute, and just about to continue reciting, suddenly there was another "snap", I turned my head angrily, and saw that Wen Xiaohua with O blood type was bitten by a mosquito in the last row of the classroom by the window Woke up, and was slapping mosquitoes on Bai Nen's arm.I stared at him dumbfounded, thinking, enemy!

Fortunately, the English teacher was very satisfied with my performance, and after letting me sit down, I ordered the last row of Wen Xiaohua for beating mosquitoes.It is said that at this time Wen Xiaohua has already taken Ruchuan Feng as an idol, and the idol sleeps all over his head in class, and he sleeps with more peace of mind. If the mosquitoes did not provoke him, he would still sleep quietly like a chicken among a group of toads.

Wen Fan stood up, and the English teacher said that he would give you 10 minutes to memorize the article in the book.Wen Xiaohua picked up the book on the desk and didn't know where to turn it. The front row pointed him to the location. Wen Xiaohua looked at the lengthy speech, frowned and muttered unhappily: "It's so long... ..."

I snorted, he muttered like a little girl.

"There are nine minutes and thirty seconds left." The English teacher reminded.

There was no way, Wen Xiaohua stood there obediently, reading "I Have a Dream" while swabbing mosquitoes, then he closed the book, opened his mouth and memorized the whole speech.

When he was reciting, he would slap the mosquito twice with the book from time to time. Everyone in the classroom looked down at the textbook, trying to pick out a mistake. However, except for the sound of slapping the mosquito, Wen Xiaohua did not utter a single extra syllable.

The boys all looked at him suspiciously, while the girls looked at him with amazement, and only I was not surprised.

As soon as Wen Xiaohua finished reciting the get out of class, the bell rang. I glanced under his desk. This guy really couldn't stand up. He moved his feet around and wanted to get away with oil.However, the English teacher didn't give him a chance to slip away, and asked in shock, "Have you studied this before?"

Wen Xiaohua replied perfunctorily: "Okay, just take it as a lesson. Then I'm leaving!"

Just left.

The English teacher was very angry, and I was too angry!

In the past, I was not in the same class as him, and every time we competed, there was a roll of rankings. Now that we are in the same class, I understand the gap between geniuses and mortals.However, I'm not jealous of his genius, I'm just mad at his perfunctory attitude.

It is inevitable to think, in the eyes of Wen Xiaohua, who is a genius, what do we mortals really look like?