sunny as rain

No less September 9, the first day of school.

The color of the sky is light, it is the kind of ice blue after the dark blue slowly fades, and the scattered clouds pull out bright filaments in the sky.

The temperature is neither high nor low, the wind is neither too strong nor too small, just right and comfortable.

Anlan High School, on the third floor of the main teaching building.

A group of 17-year-old boys and girls in school uniforms of white shirts and gray trousers, holding a thick stack of books in their hands, said "excuse me", passing each other in a hurry.

There was a rustle of cloth rubbing against each other.

Looking back, people have gone a long way.

Some greeted with a smile, while others cried goodbye.

It is more curious to ask: "Which class are you in? Who is the head teacher?" Or make an appointment for lunch at noon: "See you in the cafeteria at noon, I will tell you about our class...".

The long corridor is covered with gray terrazzo, the surface is smooth and clean.

三楼总共有6个教室，从西到东分别是7-12班，7班—9班在西，10班—12班在东。

There is a wide staircase between Class 9 and Class 10, which is convenient for going up and down.

On Ye Shiyu's fair little face, there was a tired expression that only adults have. His eyelashes were black and long, and they drooped impatiently.

He was holding a stack of books, slamming his chin lazily on the books, and strenuously walked from Class 12, the last classroom on the east side of the corridor, to Class 7, the first classroom on the west side.

In the third year of senior high school, arts and sciences are divided into classes, and desks and chairs are not changed when shifts are changed.

Ye Shiyu needs to move all the books in his desk in class 12 to class 7.

In the past two years, there were many people who liked Ye Shiyu and many people who hated him.

He looks good, and the floating range of his academic performance is the top three in his grade.

But his personality is really unpleasant, like a spoiled little boy, seemingly friendly, but in fact he does his own way, has reservations, and can't make friends.

On the third trip, Ye Shiyu couldn't move anymore.

He propped the book on the armrest of the corridor, and leaned against the armrest to blow the wind for a while, pinched the front of his chest with his slender fingers and shook it twice, which could be regarded as a cool wind coming in.

People in twos and threes passed by in the corridor.

He looked at it blankly for a while, then struggled to pick up the book and continued to walk to Class 7.

Another man's shirt cuff lightly brushed against the outside of his arm, Ye Shiyu's hand was empty, and the book in his hand fell into the hands of another boy.

He walked in front of Ye Shiyu, his hair was neither long nor short, and he had an extra button on the collar of his shirt, looking very ostentatious.

This should be the negative teaching material that the dean said.

Because Ye Shiyu's neckline was always buttoned to the top in an orderly manner.

Before Ye Shiyu understood, the two of them arrived at the door of Class 7 classroom.

The man put the book on Ye Shiyu's desk, rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, and said with a smile, "Hello, my new deskmate, my name is Yueju."

Ye Shiyu has grown to 1.8 meters, and sat in the last row of seats in the classroom very consciously, presumably there will be no one disturbing here, and it will be very clean.

Class 12 is for one person, but Class 7 is for two people.

This person who called himself Lingonberry was Ye Shiyu's new tablemate.

Although he didn't understand the lingonberry's smile, Ye Shiyu laughed quickly, his eyes were crescent-shaped, and he introduced himself foolishly: "Hello, I'm Ye Shiyu, thank you for helping me carry the books just now."

Lingonberry raised one eyebrow and said, "It's a small thing."

Then he stood up from his seat, raised a finger, pointed to the face of a boy in front of him, and said with an adult tone, "Meng Yu, sit here."

Meng Yu shrank his neck, walked over lightly, and sat in the front seat of Yueju.

Ye Shiyu was taken aback, thinking they were friends, and smiled at Meng Yu.

Meng Yu lowered his eyebrows, looked at Ye Shiyu unnaturally, and forced a smile.

It's just that this person looks familiar, where did he meet him?

Can't remember.

Forget it, maybe I remembered it wrong.

The school of Nuo University, maybe I have met it a few times, but I don't have much impression.

Shen Di is the head teacher of Class [-]. He was just promoted by the principal to be the head teacher. He turned out to be a math teacher.

She has a rather bland face and wears a pair of glasses with purple frames. She is unremarkable and needs a few more glances to remember her appearance.

Shen Di stopped in front of the podium, pushed up the frame, looked at a group of young people who were not calm, and said in a deep voice: "From today on, I will be your head teacher, my name is Shen Di, many people have seen I, I teach mathematics. After officially entering the third year of senior high school, the eight necessary classes every day are now combined into 4 large classes, each class is 90 minutes, and the break is 15 minutes, and two new evening self-study classes are added, each 120 minutes .

Students who need to live on campus, fill out the application form for living on campus today. Students who do not live on campus should communicate with their parents well, and they are not allowed to enter the school gate for pick-up and drop-off. "

The pause in Shen Di's every sentence was almost accompanied by the wailing of the students below after hearing the bad news.

There was a lot of noise in the class, Yueju stood up from his seat and shouted: "Did you say enough? It's so annoying."

Ye Shiyu also felt quite annoying, like countless flies buzzing in a collective protest meeting, and there was no discussion about the outcome anyway.

Those who love to study have already buried themselves in the test papers.

For those who don't like studying, class is nothing more than sleeping, and I don't know what to complain about.

After being yelled at like this, there was an instant silence in the class.

Ye Shiyu felt miraculous, turned his head to look at Yueju and smiled, looking surprised and charming.

The corners of Shen Di's mouth sank, which was an inertial defense and alertness.

Ever since she took over Class 7, she knew that there was a boy named Yueju in the class. His family was rich and his studies were good, but he didn't look like a good student no matter what. Anyway, he couldn't offend him.

She had to shock this group of senior high school students immediately, otherwise her life would not be so easy in the future.

She has taught and educated people for so many years, and she knows the character of high school students too well.

They are like a group of wild cats, and the dense courses can't hold them at all. Only when they are moved with emotion and reason, and let them understand the importance of moral friendship, can they make a breakthrough. Those who have goals should learn, You should sleep and don't disturb other students.

This is the morality of the so-called senior high school students.

In order to improve the enrollment rate of students, she had to distinguish the good students from the bad students, and focus on the students' academic performance. This is Shen Di's shrewdness.

She doesn't want to influence anyone with love, she just wants the students to speak with their grades, so that the principal will look at her with admiration.

After a brief self-introduction, Shen Di raised his voice excitedly: "There is still half an hour left, everyone will go to self-study first, and will prepare for the second class later."

Everyone is sorting out the messy books on the table.

Some students still miss their former classmates and teachers, and some students have already begun to defend Shen Di.

The corridors were messy, with students from all classes walking around and running around at will.

For the learning school, a teacher like Shen Di who only cares about academic performance is undoubtedly beneficial.

But for ordinary students, Shen Di's attitude really makes people uncomfortable.

Ye Shiyu chose liberal arts because his grades in liberal arts were relatively better.

It never occurred to him that the math teacher he hated the most turned out to be his class teacher, with the word 'mourning' written all over his face, lying on the table in a daze.

After a while, he piled the books he usually needed on the table, and put the reference books and exercise books under the chair.

Yueju poked Meng Yu's back a few times from behind, and said in a displeased tone, "You're already in the third year of high school, why are you still such a bitch? You're so thin, don't you usually have enough to eat?"

Ye Shiyu watched from the side, feeling a little strange, but his intuition told him that the two had known each other before and should be classmates.

Maybe the two of them just got closer and spoke more casually.

Ye Shiyu didn't pay much attention.

Meng Yu moved the chair forward without making a sound, letting Lingoju kick him on the back of the chair from behind.

Lingonberry took out a bottle of mineral water from the desk, and put a vitamin C effervescent tablet in it, and Ye Shiyu smelled a scent of oranges on the tip of his nose.

He took a sip, put the mineral water bottle heavily on the table, tore off a hard page from the book, rolled it up, and threw it on Meng Yu's back.

Ye Shiyu moved his shoulders unknowingly, always feeling that the hard paper balls would hurt his body.

The get out of class bell just rang.

Groups of students in the classroom ran to chat with their former classmates, and there were not many people left in the classroom.

Two boys came over.

Ye Shiyu raised his head and saw that one of them turned out to be Li Lan whom he had met in school a long time ago, one of his best friends in elementary school.

The other one was Yi Chang, who had some impressions when he introduced himself, because his face always had the immature hostility and anger of a young man.

Yi Chang took the lead to sit on Meng Yu's table, glanced at the ball of paper on the ground, and smiled evilly: "Meng Yu, have you put on lipstick? This little mouth looks so pretty, it's red."

Li Lan pretended to be acquainted, and greeted Ye Shiyu: "Long time no see, Ye Shiyu."

Ye Shiyu had a grudge against Li Wenchang's family, so he reluctantly nodded and smiled perfunctorily.

He glanced in Meng Yu's direction, took a pack of tissue and handed it to Meng Yu: "Wipe it, you're sweating."

Meng Yu turned around slightly, not daring to look back at Ye Shiyu openly, nodded awkwardly, and whispered, "Thank you."

Yi Chang snatched the paper towel, pulled out one from inside, spat on it, rolled it into a ball, and threw it on Meng Yu.

Meng Yu bit his lip tightly, trembling with fright, not daring to raise his head.

Yi Chang stared at Yueju's face, continued to throw paper balls covered with saliva on Meng Fan, and said maliciously: "Meng Yu, I heard that you have a very powerful mouth, how many men..."

Ye Shiyu watched them bullying Meng Fan without knowing why, after thinking about it, he carefully persuaded: "Don't go too far, we are all classmates."

The wet tissue sticking to Meng Fan's shirt and hair, at first glance, really looked like a tissue that a man hastily used after having sex.

Yi Chang, who was sitting on Meng Yu's table, was unhappy, and sneered: "Li Lan, do you know him? Then you should persuade him to stop meddling, or you will be in danger."

As if nothing had happened, Yueju kept throwing paper balls on Meng Yu's body, one at a time, with a faint smile on his lips all the time.

After a while, Yueju turned around and said to Ye Shiyu, "Since you want to help him, then help him to the end."

After speaking, he flicked a ball of paper onto Ye Shiyu.

Li Lan and Yi Chang broke out into a sarcastic laugh at the same time.

The author has something to say: Lingonberry is here!collect!The starfish hit me!