Back in high school, I attacked my rival

He Zhixiu leaned back against the pillow and squinted at the people beside him, "I'm really not interested in discussing it." What happened last night.

"Discuss what? Who wants to discuss life with you," brat!

Jie Qingyang pulled out the chair and sat by the bed, picked up the fruit knife on the table, picked up the fruit he had just bought, picked a bright red plump apple, and carefully peeled it.

He Zhixiu pursed his lips, remained silent, and quietly glanced to the side from the corner of his eye.

The ward suddenly fell into silence, only the sound of a knife peeling an apple could be heard, which was very rhythmic.The apple peel floated on the surface in circles, without breaking or falling off, which showed that this person was quite skilled.

"Take it," Jie Qingyang twisted off the peel and threw it into the trash can, presenting a whole peeled apple in front of him.

"You want to trade an apple for my forgiveness?"

"Who asked for your forgiveness. It has nothing to do with me if you don't forgive. Teacher He, eat."

He Zhixiu hesitated for a while, but still raised his hand to take it, "Thank you."

"Did you kill your father and enemy to peel an apple for you in front of you, and you would habitually say thank you?" Jie Qingyang sarcastically said, "He is really a quality cultural person."

The apple that had just reached his mouth hit him instead, "Get out! Hiss—" He Zhixiu ignored the wound when he got angry, and grinned in pain.

"Don't move around if you're sick." Jie Qingyang quickly picked up the apple, ran to the toilet to wash it, and handed it to him again.

He Zhixiu stared in shock.

"It just fell on the ground. Besides, I picked it up within ten seconds. There is no bacteria. I'm afraid you may have a problem. Didn't I wash it with clean water? Eat it quickly."

"You." He Zhixiu's porcelain-white face turned red with anger.

"You are really tolerant. You were so angry yesterday that you didn't do anything. Do you think about it now?" Jie Qingyang laughed, took a bite of the apple, and exaggeratedly praised: "It's so sweet."

"Just talk if you have something to do, and go out if you have nothing to do. I want to rest." He Zhixiu closed his eyes and stopped looking at him.

Jie Qingyang saw his weak and anxious look, and felt a little guilty, "I did have a little impulsiveness last night, and I will pay you that sum in the future, I mean, in the future, I will have to wait for my As an adult, as for beating you, in the situation last night, I can't stand it." He took two bites of the apple angrily.

"Yan Jiajia won't like you like this."

Which pot should not be opened and which pot should be lifted, he was already calm, but now he insisted on hitting the gun, he was not afraid that He Zhixiu knew that he liked Yan Jiajia, but he was worried that he didn't know, it would be great to be so clear.

"Does that mean she likes you?"

"I'm not interested in students." He Zhixiu was very speechless and helpless, because such words were nonsensical, and he even wondered if the person in front of him was mentally ill.

"Don't speak too early, too full."

He Zhixiu opened his eyes and said word by word, "I can say this kind of thing."

"Okay, you said it yourself." Jie Qingyang grinned, as if his goal had been achieved.

"Can you go out now?" He Zhixiu knew why Jie Qingyang was so angry last night. A middle school student, too young, took love as his life, but this kind of grass and trees are soldiers, and it is true that it is rare. So far, I have only met such a strange girl.

Jie Qingyang walked to the door, remembered something, and turned around again, "By the way, when you go back to school, I will write a self-criticism and read it to you in front of the whole class, but you must not take those words seriously, they must be serious. I made it up."

He Zhixiu's stomach was about to explode for a moment, "Got it." With this tone, it was hard to see him as a student, and it was hard not to resist beating him up.

"Then goodbye, Mr. He, take good care of your wounds. I'll wait for you in Class Nine." Jie Qingyang held an apple in his mouth, and triumphantly opened the door, "Mom, I'm done apologizing, let's go."

Zhou Aoqing didn't believe it, and wanted to go in and ask, but Jie Qingyang grabbed him, "Trust me, Mom, Mr. He won't blame me, he is very self-cultivated."

The voice of a middle-aged beautiful woman echoed in the corridor.

"Son, I want to see Teacher He again, don't tease me!"

"He needs quiet."

"I won't talk," "...no way."

Jie Qingyang went to the flower shop before going back to school. Last time the boss promised to send him flowers at [-]:[-] every morning, but he missed the appointment for two days and had to explain.

"Boss, how is business today?" Jie Qingyang pushed open the shop door familiarly.

The young man is watering the flower, and his dark and strong arms are piercing through the colorful flowers. The colors are contrary to each other, but they are very harmonious.

"I'll help you," Jie Qingyang forcibly snatched the bottle from the young man's hand.

The young man didn't say anything and let him make it.

After Jie Qingyang finished watering, he ran to the packaging area again, and squatted next to a pile of absorbent sponges. He took out the absorbent sponges from the bucket and put them into the basket, and began to observe the types, colors, and sizes of flowers.

"Don't move this one."

"Don't be afraid, I can arrange flowers." Jie Qingyang picked a pink rose and began to cut it.

"How can you do this at such a young age?" The young man sat on the round stool, took out his lighter, lit a cigarette, and watched Jie Qing with a cautious expression start puffing.

"My wife likes flower arranging, and she even signed up for a class. If you think there's anything to learn about this, you'll be able to figure it out after a couple of readings."

youth:"……"

Jie Qingyang didn't get a response for a long time, "Well, I'm not my wife yet, I'm chasing after her, hurry up."

"Aren't you going to class today?" The young man finished smoking a cigarette, lit another one, and stretched out his hand to open the store door for air.

"I just came here to explain this to you. I got into a fight the day before yesterday and was asked to go home and reflect. My mother let me go back to school after finishing the review today."

Jie Qingyang likes pink roses. When matching flowers, he put a little pink baby's breath for decoration without other flowers.

"Do you fight for women?" The young man spit out circles of white mist, turning into enchanting ghosts in the air, and he watched obsessively.

"Well, actually, I'm usually a very rational and tolerant person, but there are always some principled things that men can't touch and can't bear." He picked up a flower, shook his head, and gently inserted it among the flowers.

The young man laughed, "Young, envious." Ignorant.

"You're young too, boss, what's your name? I've known you for so long and I'm so rude. Let me say first, my name is Jie Qingyang." Not for."

"What's wrong with Hu Feiwei?" How can parents use this idiom to name their children, it's too casual, his name is full of love, and it is the fusion of parents' names.

"Yeah." Hu Feiwei came over and picked up the flowers that Jie Qingyang had arranged, "It's not bad. People who like this kind of pink flowers must be very cute inside."

"Pink represents first love, and only first love is this color." Jie Qingyang fiddled with the tender white petals, full of tenderness, no wonder girls like flowers, they are so beautiful.

When conditions permit in the future, we must plant a pink rose.

Hu Feiwei was stunned for a while, then suddenly laughed, "Then call it first love."

Jie Qingyang picked up a lone flower on the iron frame, "Boss Hu, this one is extra, I'll take it back to school." "Well," Hu Feiwei solemnly placed the flower he had placed I wrapped it tightly and put it in the most eye-catching place in the store, but I found that I couldn't get enough of it no matter how I looked at it, first love.

"Then...see you tomorrow."

"Ah."

Jie Qingyang hid the flowers in the sleeves of his school uniform, carried his schoolbag, and entered the school.

Back in the classroom, it was exactly six o'clock, dinner time, there were not many people in the classroom, cleaning and cleaning the blackboard, there were even one or two who hadn't studied.For the first time.

When they saw Jie Qingyang came back, they just took a cold look and went on with their own business.

This is very abnormal.It's not like Class Nine.

He put the flowers and schoolbag on the table, went to Lao Zhao, and asked to hand in the letter of self-criticism.

Just after going out, I met a group of activists who came back from dinner. When they saw Jie Qingyang, their expressions of joy changed immediately.

Wu Yue: "This learning spirit is different. Usually, our students fight with each other and go home to reflect for at least a week. This kind of beating the teacher is different in two days. It seems that we will beat the teacher when we get angry in the future."

Brother Sao: "That's right, what are you looking at, want to fight?"

"You are the only one with patience, right?!"

Jie Qingyang had a headache, and this matter did have a bad influence: "I will be responsible for my actions, please let me go first."

Brother Sao pushed him on the shoulder: "I won't give in! All my life, I look down on a student like you who can learn well, is arrogant, and the teacher doesn't look down on you. What are you!"

Which teacher in class nine is not in the palm of their hand, they just don't like to study, but they will never do such a rebellious thing.

As for the newly transferred Nangao Xueshen, the reputation of Class Nine has once again been raised to a new high.

Wherever I go now, I only hear people from Class Nine, all with a strange light, talking about it, who can bear it.

They have always been prominent figures in school.

"Then what do you think, just say it." Jie Qingyang didn't want to talk nonsense, he didn't feel remorse when he beat He Zhixiu, but as a student, his guts were almost green.No matter how he will be in Class Nine in the future, no matter how he will have a place, the gangsters behind will not want to see him, let alone the ones in front.

Class Nine's class style is really fucking weird.

But he likes this one, he likes it to death!

"Get out of Class Nine!" Brother Sao snorted, "Go back to Class One. You, a big Buddha, are not welcome here."

"Look at what happened after you transferred. The school has changed so many teachers for you. Zhao Dapao is the class teacher, and English is the principal's daughter, Sister Yan. History pretends to be Wang Li Dazui. Class [-] is good. Now it's a mess. ! We're not having a good day."

"It's driving you crazy! Do you understand the pressure? You nerd, please leave Class Ninth as soon as possible, don't harm Class Ninth!"

"..."

Jie Qingyang sighed, he is really a sinner, making the children have to... study? !

He was silent for a while, walked up to everyone, patted each other's shoulders calmly, and finally said earnestly: "It's okay, don't be sad," "From now on, the last one in our class will be taken care of by me."