Back in high school, I attacked my rival

The Chinese class for the past two days is temporarily taken by the former teacher Liao, and the progress cannot be behind, but sometimes Teacher Liao has a class of his own class, and they will study by themselves.

Jie Qingyang lay listlessly on the table, and he no longer slept soundly like before. He was isolated by Class Nine.

Yan Jiajia ruthlessly threw the flowers into the trash can. Every time Li Zhuo wanted to talk to him, he was dragged away. Chen Junhe didn't even roll his eyes.

If it goes on like this, he will be depressed.

What should I do to restore my image in the hearts of the children?

In the Chinese self-study class, some people who couldn't bear the loneliness began to whisper, and then their voices gradually became louder.

Jie Qingyang looked at the tablemate, and was busy doing math problems. Yan Jiajia was writing something, chatting with his sisters from time to time, and everyone around him was busy.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked up to the podium, facing dozens of pairs of youthful and bright eyes, his mood suddenly became brighter, and he was not nervous at the beginning.

"Everyone stop, I want to say a few words."

"I'm sorry, my arrival has caused a lot of trouble to Class Nine. I know I was wrong, and I am responsible for my actions. When Teacher He comes, I will apologize to him in person, sincerely."

"I like Class Nine very much, I like it very much, it gives me a feeling of home, that is, being at home. Everyone has always wondered why I transferred from the best class in science to liberal arts, and I want to talk about my truest thoughts. "

Jie Qingyang babbled slowly, especially cherishing and sincere.

Most people started watching the show, but now when it comes to things they are interested in, they are all staring at it.

Chen Junhe crossed out the math problem he had just calculated halfway, stopped writing, and looked up.

"I used to be able to get more than 700 points in the test. It has always been a myth in Nangao. Mathematics is a nightmare in liberal arts, but to me, it is like a snack. It can't be brought up on the table. You are very angry, right? Oh, but now I can't do it anymore," Jie Qingyang lowered his head slightly, his voice began to choke, "I'm sick, and the symptoms of this disease are memory loss, poor reaction ability, love to sleep, and easy to be irritable. As for what kind of disease it is, My mother didn't dare to tell me because she was afraid that I would feel uncomfortable."

The students all made a mess in horror, feeling incredible.

"Last time in the eight-school joint exam, I fell ill in the mathematics subject I am proud of, and I can't remember anything. It's not that I didn't do it on purpose, and I got zero points in the exam. It's because I tried my best and couldn't write a question. Only my mother and I knew about this disease, and even my father kept it secret. My mother was afraid that my condition would worsen, so she transferred me to a liberal arts class, telling me not to use my brain and just be happy, which is conducive to the recovery of the disease. That night , Teacher He asked me to recite the book, and I was very willing to recite it. At that time, those classmates also saw that I was very active, but once my brain was overused, I would get sick, so I hit Teacher He. I regretted it afterwards. But I dare not tell the truth."

"Students, I blew myself up today not to make you sympathize with me. I just feel that there is no need to hide it since I came to the big group of Class [-]. You are the ones who will spend the remaining two years of campus life with me. It is me and my family. The class chosen after careful consideration, I am very honored to know you, I believe in you, I hope you will keep this secret for me, don't dislike me, thank you all."

"I'm sorry. I caused trouble to everyone."

After Jie Qingyang finished speaking, he bowed deeply and wiped away his tears.

The classroom was quiet, and they were all blaming themselves for the cold violence against Jie Qingyang in the past few days. They should not have treated a patient like this. It turns out that the god of learning is different from the legend. He sleeps every day and doesn't study much because he is sick.

Just talk about why you suddenly came to class [-], you don't want a good and bright future, and you come to the liberal arts that the school doesn't pay attention to.

Alas, what a pity.

"What you just said is true?" Chen Junhe took the initiative to speak for the first time.

"You are the closest person to me, can't you see my abnormality? Did I say a long time ago that I wouldn't even ask you a random question? I'm not insulting you, it's true." Jie Qing Yang was sad and sad, his eyes filled with tears.

After staring at his face for five seconds, Chen Junhe pulled out a piece of paper from the drawer and stuffed it into his hand, "I won't say it earlier."

"How dare you say such a thing, let everyone look at me like an idiot. Anyway, I used to be a top student."

After a while, a circle of people surrounded the Jieqing table.

"Jie Qingyang, I'm sorry yesterday, you asked me about my math homework, but I ignored you."

"Me too. You greeted me in the cafeteria yesterday, and I gave you a blank look."

"And me, yesterday you accepted the Chinese homework, I deliberately refused to hand it in, to make things difficult for you..."

"me……"

The self-study class suddenly became Jie Qingyang's personal show.

Everyone came to his table in an orderly manner, apologizing and comforting.

"Brother, don't worry about what you said that day, we welcome you. The student god of Nangao, you have a score of more than 700. I can't do it in this life or the next life." Wu Yue and the bastards came last.

"Yes, you see, the school pays more attention to us when you come here, and let the head teacher be the head teacher. Zhao Deyou, a special-grade teacher, has been the head teacher of the science innovation class for many years. Even the principal's daughter is a teacher for me. It's so embarrassing to say it. "

"In the past, we went to the Academic Affairs Office to pick up things. The teachers there would ignore their answers. Now they are friendly to us, and the student union no longer randomly deducts our points."

"This is the big change after you came to Class Nine, you are the lucky star of Class Nine!"

"Yes, yes, you will be a member of Class Nine from now on."

Jie Qingyang: That's not what you said two days ago.

But after all, it is a teenage child, and his mind is either black or white, innocent and cute.Jie Qingyang nodded frantically.

"Thank you, thank you."

"What are you guys doing here?"

Suddenly there was a heavy roar from the door, Zhao Dapao is here!

The whole class was like a cat seeing a tiger, too stiff to move, and slowly moved its hands to turn over the homework and do it.

The standing people tightened their bodies and thought of fleeing, but Zhao Deyou had already appeared in front of them, pointing at his nose and starting to output crackling.

"Is get out of class over yet? Look at what the others are doing. I've been putting up with you for a long time. You've been doing nothing in the back every day. Several teachers have already complained about you!"

"Wu Yue, did you hand in your history homework yesterday?"

Wu Yue: "Well, that's because I forgot." Sure enough, it's Li Dazui, his mouth is so fucking big, it's just an assignment, and he has to report it to the head teacher.

"I think you didn't intend to hand in at all, and Wu Guang, did you go to bed early in the self-study?"

Wu Guang muttered, "I just squinted for a while."

Zhao Deyou patrolled them with hawk-like eyes.Suddenly he grabbed Brother Sao by the hair, "Wang Weiqing, did I remind you that boys should look like boys, you don't cut your hair, right? Go to my office after class, and I will do it myself!"

"Don't grab me, it hurts..."

Jie Qingyang looked at the usually bold and proud tiger cub, and when he saw the head teacher, he was like a rabbit, daring to be angry and dare not speak out. I cry for respect.

"Mr. Zhao, they came here to memorize the memorization, not the subordinates. Last time, Teacher He asked them to recite "Return to Come"."

Zhao Deyou shifted his gaze to the side in disbelief, "Are they endorsing with you?"

Jie Qingyang nodded, "Well, hey, I'm Teacher He's new representative of the Chinese class."

Zhao Deyou looked back and forth with serious eyes, and then asked, "Squad leader, is that so?"

The boat of friendship capsizes as soon as it capsizes, and the trust between people collapses when it collapses.

Chen Junhe raised his head, glanced at Jie Qingyang, and looked directly at the class teacher: "Yes, Jie Qingyang obtained the position of class representative with his strength. This class is a Chinese class. Teacher Liao has a class in the first year of high school, so it is self-study. The few of them who were left by Teacher He to memorize together last time, only memorized the first two paragraphs, and there is still a part that has not been recited, so I want to find a class representative to memorize."

Jie Qingyang looked in amazement at the lying, unchanging Chen Junhe, and underestimated him. Some students are not only good at studying, but also in other aspects, and they are fully blooming.

After Zhao Deyou listened, he still had a Chinese character face, and his thick eyebrows showed that he was in a bad mood at the moment, "Go back to your seat."

The survivors breathed a sigh of relief, they had already praised Jie Qingyang and Chen Junhe a hundred times in their hearts.

Some students not only study well, but also have a kind heart!

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Deyou slowly walked around the classroom a few times, making sure that the whole class was studying, then he walked to the podium and slammed the table, causing the people below to lose their souls.No matter how good a heart is, people can't help such a toss!

"Ms. He has been discharged from the hospital, and I can go to class normally tomorrow. I don't want to repeat the seriousness and viciousness of this incident. In the future, we must strengthen education in moral cultivation. To be a student, you must not only learn, but also learn to be a human being. If you don’t even know how to do it, what do you learn!”

Zhao Deyou gave Jie Qingyang a hard look, "Jie Qingyang, as soon as I prepare for the review tonight, I will invite Teacher He over, and in front of him, I will deeply reflect on what I have done. If Teacher He doesn't forgive me, don't do it." Stay in this class!"

Leave the words and leave.

The stern and selfless Zhao Tiandi said that he only looked at the students' grades, and the information was wrong.Jie Qingyang took out the self-criticism written in the past two days and reviewed it again.

"Respected Teacher He, dear students: I am Jie Qingyang, and I stand in this position with great regret.

As a qualified middle school student, I made such a low-level mistake, and even hit the teacher with my hands. I know that any explanation is weak, and it is wrong to be wrong. It is wrong to hit the teacher. No matter what the reason is, how big it is hatred.Respect the teacher and re-educate, first respect the teacher and then re-educate.Our students did not do a good job of respecting teachers. I feel that I am a sinner no matter how much teachers teach.

I'm sorry, Mr. He, you are a good teacher. That day was your first day in Class [-], and it was also the first time you met us. You used your talent to impress us and attract us. The students all like you, and so do I. You exude a unique charm, fairness and justice, such as the representative of course selection, you are not like other teachers who choose to study well, but through strength, thank you for your love, let me be your class represent.But I did such a rebellious thing.Now that I think about it, I wish I could chop off my own hand." He Zhixiu sneezed several times in astonishment as if he saw a ghost. How many words are true in this? It goes without saying.

He locked his eyes tightly on Jie Qingyang who was trying to lie to him under the dim light.

"I'm just impulsive and don't like other people's control, but everyone is a student and should accept it. Why should I be special. Through this incident, I have deeply realized my mistake, but how can such a heinous mistake? Dare to beg Teacher He's forgiveness, I just beg you to give me another chance to correct my mistakes, I will definitely change my mind, be a good student, be your class representative, and win back your love."

"Reviewer, Jie Qingyang."

After Jie Qingyang finished reading, he looked at Zhao Deyou to the left and He Zhixiu to the right.This is the first time since he was reborn that he has written such a long paragraph by himself, a whole thousand words, so sincere, it is unreasonable not to forgive.

The atmosphere in the class is also terribly dull, and I dare not breathe.

Zhao Deyou said with a gloomy face, "Go over and bow and apologize in person."