Back in high school, I attacked my rival

After running exercises in the morning, the students went back to the classroom one by one for morning reading.

Just after exercising in the summer, the air is filled with heat. The front and rear air conditioners are turned on on time at eight o'clock. Only the three large fans above the head are whistling. Usually, the students are so hot that some of them use books to fan, and some wash their faces with water. A pot of porridge.

But now they are all quietly walking back to their seats, their steps are shallow, and they dare not make a sound.

At the door stood a huge figure of a devil, with hands behind his back, examining everyone who came in, and anyone who displeased them would be arrested and punished to stand.

Yesterday someone said hello to the students in the next class in the corridor. As soon as he stepped into the classroom door, he was pulled out by Zhao Deyou and pushed all the way to the corner. His clothes were almost torn. Very peaceful.

Jie Qingyang, who always slept, consciously took out his textbooks and waited for He Zhixiu to come, but today was very strange. Usually, before they entered the classroom, the Chinese teacher would be waiting at the podium. This is the school's requirement.

But this time, after the class bell rang for 5 minutes, He Zhixiu came late, his face was not very good, he nodded to Zhao Deyou at the door, and walked in slowly, 0.5 times faster than before.

"Pfft——" Jie Qingyang couldn't help laughing, and quickly covered his face with a book, gloating crazily, it seems that the collision was really hard yesterday, and he walked directly between his legs today, without any sense of guilt. Very pleasant.

"What are you laughing at?" Chen Junhe was affected by his shaking body, "Stop laughing! What's so fun about self-study last morning?" Of course it's funny, it's rare that the cold and gentle Chinese teacher was so embarrassed last night , shy, every pore is tense and repulsed, and today he has to pretend to come to class normally, his forbearance looks very much like yesterday's groveling.

Jie Qingyang blushed with a smile, and turned his head, "I'm happy...hehe...happy, haha, I can recite "Return to Come", haha," he sneaked two eyes to look at the people on the podium.

He Zhixiu revealed a touch of impatience between his brows, and stood on the podium for 2 minutes before letting the students be quiet and assigning tasks.

"Will everyone memorize "Return to Come"?"

Almost the whole class nodded and said they could recite it.

He Zhixiu glanced at the front row in disbelief, uncovered Qing Yanghui's provocative look, let the horse come over, recited everything, random random checks, brother is not afraid.

The corners of He Zhixiu's mouth raised slightly, showing a sinister smile, "I'll give you 5 minutes to prepare," the student said with a frightened look in his eyes:? ?What do you want to do again?Hearing the word "preparation" felt that something was wrong.

Jie Qingyang was disdainful: I still need to prepare for this, everyone, don't be impatient, I will be the first to go up and memorize later.

He Zhixiu straightened his back, turned half of his body, and tapped the blackboard with his slender fingers, "Slap someone later, and write silently on the blackboard. If you can't keep silent, don't go to eat early in your self-study."

"? What is dictation?"

"Still on the blackboard! My society is afraid, how embarrassing it will be then."

"Help, I can only memorize it, but whether I can write it is another matter. How can 5 minutes be enough, ahhh," "Don't click on me, please God, click on Chen Junhe, monitor, and discipline committee member! They must meeting."

……

Amidst the wailing and noise, 5 minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

He Zhixiu clapped his hands, and the class was immediately silent. He changed from his usual gentleness, his handsome face was covered with a layer of haze, his facial features became more profound, and his eyes inspected every face below, including Jie Qingyang who buried his head deeply in the book. .

"I've already drawn the area, and I'll ask five people to come up and write silently." The blackboard is divided into five areas with white chalk.

Everyone feels pressured and sweats from nervousness. They seldom endorse books, let alone dictation. up.

They are so humble now.

Can only be slaughtered by others, unable to resist.

"Liu Yun, He Miao, Li Zhuo," "Ah," "I'll go!"

"Do you really like me?"

Each time a person's name is pronounced, there will be an exclamation.

Others were worried, afraid that their name would be heard next.

"Wu Lu," there is still a place.

Jie Qingyang has been in a bad mood since he heard dictation. He just knew how to memorize it, and then made a fuss about dictation. Who can stand it? To avenge last night, I came up with such a trick.

This man is too insidious!

None of the four could pronounce his own name, so he probably wouldn’t be able to. Normally, he would be the first one to call him. When Jie Qingyang heard the name “Wu Lu”, he looked up cautiously.

It’s over.

Docking with He Zhixiu's eyes.

"Jie Qingyang."

Like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

Worldly truth: It’s okay to mess with anyone, but don’t mess with your subject teacher.

Fortunately, he stood with Li Zhuo and had a support, even if he didn't, it wouldn't be too embarrassing.

"Liu Yunmo's first and second paragraphs, He Miao's third and fourth paragraphs, Li Zhuo's first and second paragraphs, Jie Qingyang's third and fourth paragraphs, and Wu Lu's first and second paragraphs. Everyone can only miss one in 10 minutes."

The three or four paragraphs were just memorized last night, and he was still enthusiastic, but he only memorized them barebacked and didn't pay attention to how the words were written.

Jie Qingyang picked up the chalk and began to search for the memory in his mind to write.

Go back and come, please give me a break.The world is against me...

The classroom was so quiet that only the sound of chalk colliding with the blackboard could be heard.

The handwriting written by Jie Qingyang is very beautiful, not as green as the students', each stroke seems to have been precipitated by years, vigorous and powerful, elegant and stylish, the spacing between words is balanced, and the arrangement is neat.

Watching him write chalk characters is a kind of visual enjoyment.

"Brother Jie, that Xi, how do you write Xi?" Li Zhuo asked in a low voice, tilting his head. In fact, he only knew the first and second paragraphs, but he seemed unable to keep silent on some words.

Jie Qingyang brush took advantage of the situation to draw a "Xi" character, and tapped the blackboard lightly.

Li Zhuo glanced at it secretly, and immediately understood.

After a while, "Brother Jie, how do you write that bang?"

Zhou Yaoyao lightly gallops.

Jie Qingyang stopped writing and thought for a while, then suddenly got stuck, he hadn't even figured out the meaning of the phrase "I'm looking for a place if I'm slim and slim", and I couldn't think of this question for a while.

"Brother Jie?"

Jie Qingyang: "You write backwards first, and leave this word empty," Li Zhuo nodded, "Okay." He made a space and wrote backwards smoothly.

After a while, Jie Qingyang was facing the blackboard, his hand was still writing, and his mouth moved: "Heipi, can you write in that gully?"

Li Zhuo: "What congratulations?"

Jie Qingyang: "Since I am looking for a gully, I remember that the bottom is soil, but the top is a bit complicated." Li Zhuo: "I don't know the back, why don't you write the pinyin first?"

"..."

"Have you two finished discussing?" A hard voice came from behind, "Go back to your seat after the discussion, and go to the office for self-study to write silently."

Jie Qingyang took the lead, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction and resentment, the last paragraph was almost silent, and he was asked to go back.

He stared at He Zhixiu, and said, "Teacher He, give me another chance, I can pass the test silently."

He Zhixiu crossed his arms, his gaze never leaving from beginning to end, "Opportunities are only reserved for those who are prepared, not for those who are opportunistic. You have already made four mistakes. Go back."

Already wrong four?Jie Qingyang turned his head to look at the classical Chinese text Mo on the blackboard, and he felt that it was right, except for the word 喝.

"In just a few words, you have made four mistakes. What is there to give a chance. That is a waste of opportunity."

He Zhixiu's cold words were like knives, piercing his bursting self-esteem.

You didn't say anything about dictation. You said in advance that even if you stayed up all night last night, you wouldn't give your rival a chance to humiliate you.

Jie Qingyang looked at him for ten seconds, then dropped the chalk. The chalk landed on the podium with a bang and instantly split into two pieces, bouncing back to the seat just like Jie Qingyang.

you are vicious!Don't be ashamed, wait!

Li Zhuo quickly put down the chalk, rushed back to his seat early, and took the time to read a book. His mother had already issued an ultimatum, and if he didn't improve his monthly exam results, his pocket money would be deducted.Originally, Zhao Deyou's pressure was enough to fuck him, but now that the family pressured him, he couldn't breathe anymore.

He Zhixiu ordered a few more people to continue writing silently.

It was the first time to write silently on the podium. With trembling hands, nervous heart, and uneven handwriting, each student memorized while writing in a low voice, and no one dared to look left and right.

They were afraid that He Zhixiu wasn't fierce, but that the words he said were cold and vicious, and he didn't seem to scold him, because there were never any dirty words in his words, and they wanted to refute, but they couldn't find anything more tricky than him. Extremely insulting, obedient if you are uneducated.

"Class representative, write down the names of those who passed the test by dictation. Everyone has to pass the test by dictation this week." He Zhi finished correcting the last classmate's dictation, and put down the chalk gracefully. Then you have to write dictation, and finally comprehension dictation. The test paper examines situational dictation, so these three steps are indispensable.”

The students below nodded their heads half-understood. In short, dictation will be the norm in the future.

As soon as he finished speaking, the get out of class bell rang.

"Li Zhuo, Jie Qingyang, Liu Yao, the three students, remember to go to the office. The rest of the students are dismissed."

The students in Class Nine, who were as quiet as virgins, immediately changed their faces, and no matter how big the changes and pressures were, they didn't feel like doing anything.

The mentality is great.

"Brother Jie, can you write silently?" Li Zhuo was a little anxious when he saw that Liu Yao had left with the book in his arms.

Jie Qingyang closed the book, read most of the class, and said silently on the draft paper two or three times, "Yes, how about you?"

"I just finished the third paragraph, and there is a fourth paragraph," "It's okay, I'll wait for you." Jie Qingyang opened the book and continued to review.

"How about I make a cheat sheet and take it there." Li Zhuo really had no choice. His memory is not bad, but it is a bit difficult to memorize it in a short time and be able to correct it silently. After writing the cheat sheet, I will find you."

"That's okay, make the cheat sheet smaller, just copy the fourth paragraph, and put it in your sleeve," Jie Qingyang said, and marched to the office with his books.

The classroom of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School is on the fourth floor near the toilet, and the language office is on the other side of the fourth floor, separated by an iron gate.

For their entire second year of high school, there were fifteen classes in one building, with four classrooms on the first floor.

Science classes are on the first, second and third floors.The liberal arts classes are on the fourth and fifth floors.

Ten science classes are nine science classes plus one science PE class, and the science PE class is [-] classes.The five classes of liberal arts are four liberal arts plus fifteen classes of physical education.

Therefore, the liberal arts are arranged from the ninth class.

A science innovation class is the most important class in the school, living alone on the first floor, no one's land.

And the floor they are on is Class [-] of the liberal arts innovation class, Class [-] of the Science and Physical Education class, and Class [-] of the Liberal Arts and Physical Education class. There is an extra classroom dedicated to putting equipment and sundries for sports students.

Sports students don't go to morning self-study, and they are usually training unless it rains.

So it's usually quiet at this time, but not today.

When I passed the fourteenth class, there were some continuous and dense weeping and begging for mercy.

He took two steps forward, and it became more real. The intermittent begging for mercy was mixed with some sarcasm, abuse, and teasing, overlapping and repeating.

Early in the morning, the downstairs was bustling with activity, eating and playing in pairs, and the cries of pain on this floor were particularly creepy, and it must have come from the classroom of Class [-].

Campus bullying, unexpectedly let him meet!

Jie Qingyang rolled up his books and secretly stood at the back door of Class [-], with only a little head exposed.

There are only 39 physical education students in Class [-]. The classroom is bright and spacious. Books are scattered everywhere. The desks and chairs are also messed up. A thin and frail boy is kneeling by the window. The skin in the air was green and purple, some wounds were still bleeding, and tears hung on his face.

Standing in front of the boy were two big tall guys, both wearing sweatshirts. One had just slapped his face and sat down on the table.

"Kneel down and call each of us Dad, and I'll let you go." The tall man with shiny earrings and slanted bangs joked.

After Jie Qingyang finished his observation, apart from the two bosses, there were four or five people who looked like younger brothers around him, and kicked him or her from time to time.

He hated campus bullying the most in his life. Several tall boys gang up on bullying a weak child.

How many problematic youths started from bullying on campus. Students dare not tell their teachers or parents, and endure it in silence. It’s better to bear it for a while and it’s over, and the worst is to ruin their lives.

This is no joke.

Asking the teacher to solve the problem at present will only aggravate the conflict between the two sides. In private, this boy is even more difficult. The best way is to let them obey.

How to eat it.

Another student rushed up and kicked the skinny boy, "Can't you hear Brother Yu, scream!"

The thin boy was crying convulsively, his eyes were red like a rabbit, staring at the man named Brother Yu, biting his lips, but he would not let go.

"This ugly look." The person wearing the earrings is Brother Yu. He is tall and strong, and he looks good. He can even be said to be sunny and handsome, but his expression is chilling. He sneered, "It's really disgusting, I owe you .Tell me about your qualifications."

Brother Yu jumped off the table, walked up to the boy, squatted down, and grabbed his hair.

The boy cried and cried out, struggling violently.

Jie Qingyang didn't think of a way and couldn't help but rushed in, smashing the book at Brother Yu accurately, "Let him go!"

It's too awful!A real child.

Brother Yu reacted quickly, turned sideways and let go of his hand at the same time, squinting at the person who came over, "Hey, isn't this the hero who beat up the teacher and posted it on the bulletin board? What? Want to change your taste today and beat up your compatriots?"

fight?Jie Qingyang didn't think about that, he hit seven of them, and he had never practiced, and even if he did, he couldn't beat them. They were all gym students, and their muscles were as solid as a branding iron.

He's sick and wants to get rough with them.

"If you have something to say, talk about it. If there is any conflict that can't be resolved with a meal, I invite you to dinner. Let's sit down and talk slowly, and slowly talk about the conflict between the two parties. We can talk thoroughly without leaving any problems. We are not junior high school students. I'm already in high school, you can't solve the problem by fighting, it will only aggravate the problem."

Jie Qingyang stood next to the boy, and felt it was inappropriate to help him up. The key point was that the boy kept his head down and sobbed, not looking at him at all.

The others stared at Jie Qingyang who suddenly appeared like a fool.

Brother Yu picked up the stick on the side, "I like to aggravate the problem, I don't like to sit down and chat, I like to do it, what's wrong?"

Jie Qingyang realized that the situation was wrong, and put his hands on his chest, "I respect your likes, but you can't impose your likes on others, you have to ask others if they like this way."

Brother Yu lightly tapped his palm with a stick, with a very provocative attitude, stepped forward, and grabbed Jie Qingyang's school uniform collar: "Where did you come from, Lorry!"

Others gathered around, watching the play, and burst into laughter from time to time.

For them, it makes no difference if you hit one more or one less.

The kneeling boy bowed his head feebly in silence for the next victim of violence.

"I'm babbling, you're paralyzed," a shadow suddenly flashed from behind, almost flying over, and kicked the unsuspecting brother Yu down.

"Fuck, stupid!" Li Zhuo quickly snatched the stick, and threw it at Brother Yu regardless of 21, causing him to roll and scream in pain.