Back in high school, I attacked my rival

In the early morning of Nangao, there are legends about the turbulence of last night.

Canteens, canteens, playgrounds, corridors, classrooms, students, teachers, and leaders are all hotly discussed.

"Is it because of the endorsement?"

"That's right, Class Nine has been disobedient for a day or two. On the first night of this blood change, there was a scene of beating the teacher. Tsk tsk, it really deserves to be Class Nine."

"How about the teacher?"

"Sent to the hospital."

"Where do you think the student came from so hard to beat the teacher into the hospital?" "Then you don't know the student."

——"Teacher He is really unlucky. He just took over a class like this for graduation practice." "You know the students who beat him." "Shh, the leader told us not to talk nonsense."

"Actually, I couldn't believe it. I have taught this student. He is very honest and hardworking. He doesn't look like someone who doesn't like to endorse."

"It's weird. Don't talk about it, I'm going to class."

——One of the two protagonists of the incident was sent to the hospital, and the other was sent home.

"Son, tell me," Zhou Aoqing sat on the edge of the bed, pulled off the quilt, and Jie Qingyang really didn't sleep, his eyes were wide open, covered with a little bloodshot.

"Don't hit people with such fanfare, keep a low profile, you don't need me and your dad to beat you up, and you don't need to do it yourself, it will affect your identity, silly boy." She stroked her son's curly hair lovingly, "Oh, Just like me, if anyone touches me, I won’t even take a look.”

Jie Qingyang turned his head stiffly, looked at Zhou Aoqing in disbelief, and called out hoarsely: "Mom," tears welled up in his eyes, and were about to fall.

"Did you hit him in the face?"

Tears came back to my eyes, "Mom?"

"No, I think it's immoral to beat someone in the face."

Jie Qingyang leaned into Zhou Aoqing's arms, "I know I did something wrong, I just couldn't hold it back for a while, and moved my hand a little bit," Zhou Ao please hear this sentence, the eyeballs are about to fall out, that is Moved a little?

"But whoever thinks that he won't fight back, let me beat him up." Then, can you be polite?Send the rivals who come to the door, don't blame them.

"Perhaps he is naturally graceful and doesn't care about like a child. Being rough is such a shameless thing. His hands are for holding pens, not for beating people."

Jie Qingyang pulled his head out of his mother's embrace, full of resentment, "Mom!"

"Son, your eyes look a little old." Zhou Aoqing got up and turned off the fan on the bedside table, "Get up, follow me to the hospital." "No!" Jie Qingyang continued to cover his head and pretend to be dead.

Zhou Aoqing walked to the window, opened the curtain with a bang, and the sun squeezed in desperately, "Son, you know, anyway, I'm a bit talkative, and I can't control it, maybe I accidentally said it What earth-shattering news, son, he will really become your rival in love by then."

"Mom!" Jie Qingyang shouted a few trills.

"Son, you will have to face it sooner or later. He is your teacher now, or we will transfer back to the science class? In this way, we don't have to worry about him."

Jie Qingyang stood up straight and dressed quickly, "Let's go, let's just apologize, it shouldn't be that difficult."

At the fruit stand at 04:30 in the afternoon, there are no people, not to mention the weather can burn people.

"What to buy, son," Zhou Aoqing picked and picked in front of the stall, as if he wanted to disembowel every fruit.

"This is not bad." Jie Qingyang walked two steps into the store, "Boss, this durian is about a catty."

"You seem to be apologizing?"

"It's not enough sincerity, durian is very expensive."

"Know that it's expensive and buy it!"

The two of you took a mouthful of each other, and they walked around for a long time before they were satisfied with the fruit.

Along the way, Jie Qingyang was thinking about apologizing and making statements. Sincerity is definitely lacking, and apology certainly does not exist. He just went through the motions and pretended.

As for why he attacked last night, Jie Qingyang figured it out, even if he was asked to do it again, he would still beat him up.

At that time, the few of them were left at the end. He Zhixiu closed the door and guarded them, reciting one, and going out one. He called his parents when he was in day school.

To say that the children in class nine have high emotional intelligence is not bragging. Seeing that the other party's attitude is as firm as a rock, he immediately changed his face.

All of them quickly took out their textbooks and pleaded with He Zhixiu. They didn't listen to a single word in class, they didn't understand the meaning, and they memorized it all by rote. Can they just memorize the first two paragraphs, and promise to finish the rest tomorrow.

He Zhixiu agreed.

Jie Qingyang believes in loneliness, a man's mouth, and a deceiving ghost.

The so-called not listening means that he was the only one left within 10 minutes.

The only one who didn't listen was him!

He Zhixiu raised his long legs, sat on the podium with his hands folded in front of his chest, and stared at Jie Qingyang unabashedly, "You did it on purpose? You didn't recite it on purpose?"

Jie Qingyang just finished reciting the first paragraph, raised his head, "Can't you see my efforts?"

"Still reading the first paragraph for half an hour, you've worked hard."

"You mock a hardworking person, that's what a teacher should say."

For some reason, He Zhixiu could always smell the smell of gunpowder between the two of them, "Then I'll take it back."

"You can't take back the water you spilled out of what you say." Jie Qingyang threw the Chinese document in front of him, "I can only recite a paragraph tonight. I've reached my limit. If I recite it again, I'll feel dizzy."

He Zhixiu felt that what he was facing was not a student, but a leader, and he spoke with confidence.He took the textbook and glanced at it casually. The book was cleaner than his face, without any notes. "Is this your attitude towards learning?"

He turned the textbook to Jie Qingyang.

"Is there a problem?"

He Zhixiu stared at him for a while, then took back the book, "No problem, you can start memorizing."

Jie Qingyang wanted to go back early, racking his brains.

"Go back and come, will the wild plants not return? Since you use your heart as a form, you are melancholy and sad? Understand the past and know that the coming ones can be chased. The real lost is not far away, but I feel that I am now. Yesterday was not. Zhou Yaoyao flew lightly, the wind fluttered and the clothes were blown, the wind fluttered and the clothes were blown," "the wind fluttered and the clothes were blown, and again, remind me one more word?"

He scratched his head but couldn't think of the next sentence, why is this endorsement so difficult for him!He bowed his head to his love rival for the sake of a great poet, and he was so humble at the moment.

"Teacher He," He Zhixiu tightened his fingers holding the book, raised his eyes, his fair face became colder and colder under the cold light.

It was so cold that Jie Qingyang immediately clarified the boundary between the two, and he took the book back, "I'll recite it for a while."

"Let's recite it tomorrow." He Zhixiu got up to close the window, "Go and turn off the lights behind."

"Okay." Jie Qingyang felt relieved, and went to the back door to turn off the lights.

The two left the classroom together.

"Going back to the dormitory so late, the teacher on duty will record the name," Jie Qingyang nodded. Yes, remembering the name means deducting points. Points will be deducted. It's no wonder that Lao Zhao doesn't go crazy the next day.

"I'll take you back and talk to the teacher on duty." He Zhixiu took out the key, "I'll go to the office to get something," "Yeah." Jie Qingyang followed in by accident, and caught a glimpse of the Parker pen in He Zhixiu's hand. It was not an ordinary pen, no matter how valuable it was, it was meaningful, it was this small broken pen that was regarded as a treasure by his wife, and it was also the trigger for their relationship and divorce.

He hated it to the bone.

Jie Qingyang snatched the pen from He Zhixiu's hand, and threw it on the ground before the other party could react.

The pen fell to the ground, and with a bang, it fell apart.

"Jie Qingyang, are you crazy?!" At the end, He Zhixiu swears and hurriedly picks it up. He squatted on the ground and struggled for a long time, but he couldn't recover.

Jie Qingyang said: "If I were crazy, it would not be the pen lying on the ground." He was still rational.

He Zhixiu was holding the remains of the pen, shaking violently, "Get lost!"

"Why aren't you being gentle and revealing your true nature? I hate you for putting on airs and putting on airs. Do you want to give this pen to your loved one in the future, let him remember your love, and then break the ties," He Zhixiu looked up, incredulously looking at.

"I'm right, you are this kind of person!" Jie Qingyang turned around and left after speaking.

"You are not worthy to be my class representative. Change back to Yan Jiajia tomorrow. She is much better than you."

When he arrived at the hospital, he suddenly became nervous, and Jie Qingyang rubbed his hands together, as if he was facing an enemy.

Zhou Aoqing walked in front and knocked lightly on the door, "Mr. He, is it convenient for you to come in?"

"Teacher He, I'm Jie Qingyang's mother, we met before."

"Come in." A cold and sickly voice entered Jie Qingyang's ears, itching and sour.

Zhou Aoqing pulled him into the ward.

He Zhixiu was reading a book, when he heard the knock on the door, he leaned over and put the book aside.

He was still able to read a book leisurely, so he didn’t hit hard, Jie Qingyang observed the person on the bed, with a bandage wrapped around his forehead, so he turned his head very carefully.

The ward has a faint smell of jasmine, which makes people feel that this is not like a hospital, and this person is not here to recuperate, but to go on vacation.

He looked aloof and arrogant, and when he was told to get out yesterday, he was very hideous.

"Ah, Teacher He, I'll put it on for you." Zhou Aoqing ran over to grab the book, and helped him shake the head of the bed again.

"Thank you."

"You don't need to say thank you. We are the ones who are sorry for you first. I just heard about this too. As soon as I heard about it, I rushed here without stopping. I am very worried about your physical condition..."

He Zhixiu turned his head and stared at Jie Qingyang who was standing still.He always felt that there was something wrong with this child, his eyes and behavior didn't match his age, but sometimes he was really just a boy of sixteen or seventeen.

The two of them just looked at each other, neither of them spoke first.

Zhou Aoqing hurriedly stepped in the middle, turned his head to Jie Qingyang, winked, "It's up to you, tell me, tell me," Jie Qingyang sighed secretly, "Mr. He, I'm sorry. I was wrong."

"Don't force it." He Zhixiu snorted coldly, this modesty was the hardest and most dishonest he had ever heard.

"It's not forced. It's wrong to hit someone. I'm also responsible for the consequences."

"It's a responsibility. I just don't understand why you are so hostile to me, as if we didn't know each other before." He Zhixiu withdrew his usual gentleness and coldness.

Zhou Aoqing smiled awkwardly, "My son is not hostile to you, just, just," what is it.

"Mom, you go out, I'll have a few words with Mr. He alone."

They are all adults, so there is no need to hide them.He's going to make it clear today.

Zhou Aoqing didn't dare to go out and froze in place.

"Mom, don't worry, I won't be impulsive," Jie Qingyang supported Zhou Aoqing's shoulders, pushed her out, and locked the door neatly.

He let go of the doorknob, let go of his smile, and walked towards He Zhixiu.