Back in high school, I attacked my rival

Absent-mindedly studying history at night.

He Zhixiu said that he didn't like women and that he didn't have a girlfriend. He didn't believe Li Zhuo's eyes, but he was always thinking wildly, such as whether He Zhixiu would be with that beautiful woman at the school gate last time.

Fascinated by the thought, the back table poked his spine.

He turned his head, "What's wrong?"

A note was stuffed on the back table.

Li Zhuo's?

Something important needs to pass from the last table to the first table under the teacher's nose.

He opened it, and it read in familiar characters: Why are you so indifferent these days, and still look at me with mean eyes.Last month you also said you wanted to be friends with me. Are you men like this? If you get it, you will change your face, and if you don’t get it, you won’t be able to persist.I thought you were different, but you are also that kind of person!

He turned his head slightly and glanced at Yan Jiajia. She lay on the table and responded with aggrieved and pitiful eyes.

If you want to change it before, you can't hug it in your arms, but now, no matter how beautiful it is, it's not cheap!Jie Qingyang withdrew his gaze, how could he be so easily seduced by beauty, did he forget the story of licking a dog?

He shook his head.Never be a licking dog.

"Jie Qingyang, do you disagree with the idea of ​​being a teacher?" History teacher Li Dazui raised his eye sockets.

"No, no, how could you disagree."

Li Dazui put down the paper, "What is the correct answer to this question?"

Jie Qingyang stood up, stared blankly at the test paper, where did he go?

He wanted to glance at the same table, but this Li Dazui liked to lie on other people's tables when asking questions, hanging his head next to the students' faces, staring fixedly with his big eyes, and didn't dare to move at all.

According to the usual speed of the history teacher's lectures, the class is about half an hour now, and it should be the last few multiple-choice questions. He let go of the gamble, "Choose A."

The classroom burst into laughter.

Li Dazui snorted coldly to express his sarcasm, "I'm talking about big questions. You said that you only answered one person in a multiple-choice question, so how could you still think about it? Do you think small subjects are not important? I have repeated it many times 6- 1=0. If you want to get into a good university, you can’t miss any of them.”

Jie Qingyang didn't talk back, the more he talks back, the more heinous he is, it's better to keep silent.

He was punished to stand until evening self-study, instead of going back to the dormitory, he went to the dormitory to find He Zhixiu.

It's not that I don't believe it, I just want to ask.

The light in He Zhixiu's room was off, so he fell asleep so early.He actually knocked on the window lightly, but no one answered, and then continued to knock hard, but still no one.

It was obvious that He Zhixiu was not there, the lights in the office were turned off, and the dormitory was not there, so when he came over, he was nowhere to be seen on the playground.

It's so late, I don't come home at night, what else can I do, I must have gone out to open a room with my sister, dressed like a beast, tomorrow is still his morning self-study, don't stop, and go out to have fun!He is not a teacher at all, he wants to report!

Jie Qingyang squats at the door and draws a circle, and will report it tomorrow without shame. As a teacher of the people, he does not return at night, and goes out to have a room with his sister!

"Jie, Qingyang? What are you doing squatting here?"

Jie Qingyang raised his head immediately, the light in the corridor was orange, and it felt warm to the boy's face.

"Give way, I want to open the door." He Zhixiu looked away, took out the key, and made a gesture to open the door.

It was this indifferent tone that once again stabbed Jie Qingyang's heart.

"Why did you come back?" He moved his position.

He Zhixiu sneered, "When will I come back to say hello to you?"

Unscrew the door lock, push the door open and enter.

Jie Qingyang also went in, "I saw you with a woman, didn't you say you're not in a relationship?"

He Zhixiu was stunned for a moment, then recovered, and said to Jie Qingyang, "What does my falling in love have to do with you? I didn't go back to the dormitory to rest in the middle of the night and came here to ask this?"

Enough is enough, Jie Qing got angry and came up immediately, "You are too cloudy and uncertain. During the holidays, you were gentle and caring to me, but now you are indifferent and ruthless. You are in love. Of course I am here to bless you." Ah, after all, I’m almost graduating from college and haven’t dated a woman yet. I didn’t know that I thought you were not good! Looking at it now, if you are in a relationship and you still come back to sleep in the dormitory, it’s either because you have a heart or a guts, or you can’t.”

He Zhixiu was caught in his brain circuit, and a helpless smile appeared on his cold face, "I said that your brain is not pretending to be healthy. It is true that you have yellow paint all day long. Is it because there are too many male hormones secreted during puberty, and there is no place to vent it? Run to me and show off your hands."

"I don't need to be here if I secrete too much, there are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world."

"Who was crying on the phone that day?" He Zhixiu sneered.

Jie Qingyang was exposed, his face turned red, and he ran over to cover He Zhixiu's mouth, "I told you because I trust you, don't be ignorant."

He Zhixiu moved two steps back, avoiding him, and said righteously, "You go back to the dormitory now, and you are not allowed to come here in the future."

With a dignified expression and a decisive tone, Jie Qingyang was immediately taken aback. It was the first time he saw He Zhixiu give him such a serious look, and he trembled when he spoke, "No, it's not a good place to come or not."

Walking away from the faculty and staff, Jie Qingyang felt lingering fear in his heart. He Zhixiu's frightening expression was completely different from his previous amiable expression. It was completely against harmony, and he couldn't tell which one was him.

Lying on the bed, I was still thinking about He Zhixiu's fierce and indifferent expression, like dreaming.

On the second day, his mental outlook was extremely poor, pale and sallow, listless, sitting on the seat, not wanting to memorize books, wanting to sleep.

He Zhixiu asked them to memorize the second and third paragraphs of "The Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", and they will write silently later.

Jie Qingyang yawned several times, then fell asleep on the book in a daze.

The dreams at night were all about He Zhixiu's nightmares, but the dreams during the day were sweeter and more beautiful. He dreamed that He Zhixiu was telling him a story, speaking softly, with a soft face, cute and amiable.

He Zhixiu walked to his seat with the Chinese documents and slapped him awake.

"Sleep home and sleep!"

Jie Qingyang rubbed his eyes, found that his face hurt, and touched his face again, "Why are you so fierce! Are we enemies?"

"You are my student. Open your mouth and read."

After being slapped, Jie Qingyang held the book in his hands and began to memorize the text. It was easy to memorize after understanding, but he felt uncomfortable after being slapped.He Zhixiu is so fierce.

A little angry, he didn't cooperate as actively in class as before. He either kept silent and didn't respond or played against the tune.

He Zhixiu deliberately pretended that he didn't exist, and talked about himself.

Boring, boring, childish.Jie Qingyang was also tired, and he couldn't even arouse his interest in eating at noon, and he lost his appetite after two hasty bites.

"Brother, what's wrong with you these days, who messed with you?" Li Zhuo ate with gusto, tired of memorizing words in the past two days, consumed too many brain cells, and made up for it.

At first Jie Qingyang was puzzled, why Li Zhuo is so keen on studying, it is equivalent to ten thousand years of cycads blooming, but later he saw Chen Junhe looking back from time to time and he understood.

Chen Junhe said sternly: "Yan Jiajia, I have been exchanging letters frequently these days."

Ever since Yan Jiajia handed over the note last time, she has been out of control, and has come to ask why she ignored him almost every day.

Jie Qingyang will return to him, a gentleman does not take what others like, if you have someone you like, respect it and avoid suspicion.

In Yan Jiajia's story, she wanted to be friends with him, but in Jie Qingyang's words, she didn't want to be friends with her, either a lover or a stranger.

What's the point of arguing so clearly?

"That's not hopeful, Brother Jie, Yan Jiajia came to your door on his own initiative, what are you waiting for! Go forward bravely, embrace the beautiful woman back, think about the heartache we have paid for it," Jie Qingyang shook his finger, "I I don't like Yan Jiajia anymore."

"??"

"!!"

Surprised.

Li Zhuo: Dare we follow you twice, and almost mess with someone?

Jie Qingyang smiled, "Beautiful things are pleasing to the eye, but if you get them, you lose the sense of mystery."

Chen Junhe: "I changed my mind."

Li Zhuo: "I don't believe it."

Jie Qingyang said: "I used to like her, but after listening to other people's dissuasion, the famous flower has already had a owner, so I don't want to join in the fun."

Li Zhuo said, "Whose dissuasion is so useful?"

Jie Qingyang got angry when he thought of He Zhixiu, and didn't want to mention him at all, "What a fool!"

Li Zhuo: "It can't be his boyfriend. If you quit, he will be sitting on a beautiful woman."

After hearing this, Jie Qingyang was stunned, thinking over and over again, this He Zhixiu would not really be like what Li Zhuo said, persuade him to leave, and without a strong competitor, he would embrace the beauty.I didn't ask about it yesterday, but I followed his reaction.He probably doesn't have a girlfriend, but he and Yan Jiajia.

So He Zhixiu is secretive, and doesn't know exactly what he is hiding, which can be clearly explained in a sentence or two.

He threw the plate away angrily, and today he must ask Yan Jiajia who her mysterious object is, and tell Lao Zhao if he doesn't say anything, it's either you or me today.

Entering the classroom, I stared at Yan Jiajia's seat. Yan Jiajia hadn't come back from lunch yet.

He was waiting for her in her seat.

Girls' desks are neat and tidy, that is, there are many trinkets, clips, mirrors, and lipsticks, and they are not afraid of being confiscated by Lao Zhao. The most important place is hidden, by the window.

He saw something shocking beside a small drawer storage box on Yan Jiajia's desktop.

A Parker pen, isn't it exactly the same as the one I dropped He Zhixiu that night.

In the previous life, something that his wife had guarded so hard, it was the trigger for divorce.

He was going to pick it up and have a good look at it.

"Jie Qingyang, what are you doing in my seat?"

Yan Jiajia is back.

He shrank his hand, didn't touch it, and stood up, "I, I'm waiting for you, I want to say something to you."

"Enen, what do you want to say?" Yan Jiajia didn't urge him to come out, and sat at the next table by herself.

"Is that pen a gift from your partner?"

"It, yes, it is said to be very expensive, and I am reluctant to use it, so I hang it every day, as if I saw him."

Yan Jiajia was very straightforward, and answered without concealment, "I wrote notes to you these days, but you didn't pay much attention to me. In fact, I was very sad. I ignored you before, but now it is retribution. Don't think that I want to Hanging on you, I just think you are very good and want to make friends with you. Every time I chat with you, I can’t help but want to express my heart, there is no deception at all, it’s a strange feeling, I never treat anyone People have. So can we be friends?"

Yan Jiajia's words are extremely sincere and her attitude is meticulous, it's hard not to be moved.

All angry emotions were extinguished, and Jie Qingyang nodded slowly, "Yes, yes, I like making friends very much, thank you for your frankness, but I still want to know the name of your partner, sorry, even if I don't know it, it is Just want to know the name."

"Yes, but you can't tell anyone, if you are found out..."

"I know."

He was actually very nervous inside, like a boat floating on the endless sea, ready to capsize at any time.

If it was He Zhixiu, he would report it! ! ! !Righteousness kills his wife.

No one can get it.

"Old Zhao is here!"

"Zhao Dapao! Hurry up and read the book, read the book!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——" everyone jumped up and down, like a group of mice, rushing in from the door in a panic.

Yan Jiajia hurriedly stepped aside, dragged Jie Qingyang out, sat back in her seat, and took out her math homework to do it in an orderly manner.

Jie Qingyang's brain was in high tension, and he didn't know what happened, so he was pushed back to his seat.

I haven't said who the boyfriend is yet.

He wanted to get up, but a huge monster appeared in front of him.

Well, love love love is so small at the moment, it's not worth mentioning.

Zhao Deyou held a notebook tightly in his hand, as if someone's dog's head.

He smashed the notebook on the podium, "Who owns this notebook, stand up!"

The class was silent, and no one dared to admit it.

Jie Qingyang took a careful look, the little book was pink, and it belonged to a girl at first glance. Wasn't this someone's diary, and then wrote a love letter?Otherwise, the diary of a normal person wouldn't make Lao Zhao so angry.

Oops, how careless these little girls were, Jie Qingyang mourned silently, the death was absolutely ugly.

"No one?!!" Old Zhao froze into a ball, indicating that he was extremely angry. "It's in the math book. I know who it is. If you don't stand up and admit it, I won't have a good word for you later!"

At this moment, the atmosphere of the whole class has dropped to freezing point, like a layer of frost, no one dares to raise their heads, and the atmosphere can't be breathed out.

Because old Zhao said before, falling in love = not wanting to study, being discovered is tantamount to a dead end!

Zhao Deyou said coldly: "Very good, I..."

"Ms. Zhao, it's mine."

A small voice came from the rear left.

All eyes were on Yan Jiajia stood up tremblingly, her face was pale with fright, her hands and feet were so stiff that she didn't know where to put her eyes on the desk.

Zhao Deyou looked at her for a while, "Who did you write it with?"

This time Yan Jiajia was silent for a long time, so long that everyone thought she didn't hear.

Zhao Deyou smashed the book on her head, "I ask you, who is the obscene language written in this book?!! Who are you dating?"

Yan Jiajia's body trembled involuntarily and hit the wall, tears streaming down her face.

But no one dared to hand her a tissue, and the people next to her didn't even dare to look at it, for fear of getting burned.

Zhao Deyou signaled Yan Jiajia's deskmate to get out of the way, and the female deskmate got up swiftly, tripping over the table leg because of being too nervous, but it couldn't stop her firm determination to escape from the crime scene.

Zhao Deyou grabbed Yan Jiajia's slender arm with a big black hand, and threw it on the podium. His petite body was unstable and fell to the ground. He was so frightened that he forgot to shed tears, but he still clung to that person's name.

Zhao Deyou pushed her a few more times, "Who is it for?"

"I am me."

Everyone held their breath and took a few breaths. Today, one after another, the melons are crazy!

Jie Qingyang really couldn't stand it, Yan Jiajia was tortured without dignity by Lao Zhao, she was a girl after all, so how could she do it, she should do good deeds to accumulate virtue.

He felt that he was extremely great at this moment, holding a Buddhist bead and wearing a cassock, exuding the light of benevolence and righteousness, illuminating all things.

In fact, he was afraid that Yan Jiajia would reveal that person, and he was even more afraid that that person was He Zhixiu.

"Very good!" Zhao Deyou clapped his hands, "Call the parents immediately!"

Jie Qingyang raised his head abruptly, and immediately felt extremely regretful, his stomach turned green. He remembered that he had promised his mother not to associate with Yan Jiajia on the day he accepted the leave. Now, he was a hero, afraid that he would get into it!

Is he still saved? !

"Actually," he tried to redeem, "No," Zhao Deyou scolded angrily, "Stop making excuses! You two go to the office and wait!"

Yan Jiajia got up from the ground and left the classroom, followed by Jie Qingyang.

"Jie Qingyang, thank you." Yan Jiajia choked up her thanks, "Thank you very much, really."

When Jie Qingyang heard this voice, he couldn't stand it, it was so pitiful, hey, he was so heartbroken, he helped people to the end, and sent the Buddha to the west, "It's okay, we are friends. Don't put the notebook in your homework in the future." ah."

"Accidentally, I wanted to write a diary in the middle of my math homework yesterday, but I went to the bathroom after class and was confiscated when I came back. I didn't dare to go to Lao Zhao's office. I thought he wouldn't read other people's privacy, so... "Yan Jiajia's voice was soft and crying, obviously frightened.

The scene that happened today must be her shadow in this life, I hope there will be no Zhao Deyou in the next life.

Jie Qingyang patted her on the shoulder, "Don't be afraid, nothing will happen. At most, go home and reflect for two days, and you won't be fired."

"But Old Zhao."

"He's not that scary. I know him very well."

"What are you two doing?"

He Zhixiu's tall and tall figure stopped in front of them, blocking the way.

"Teacher He," Yan Jiajia seemed even more aggrieved when he saw He Zhixiu, and burst into tears.

Jie Qingyang immediately withdrew his hand from Yan Jiajia's shoulder, thinking that he was still angry with He Zhixiu, turned his head to one side, and ignored him.

"What's wrong?" He Zhixiu looked at Yan Jiajia and asked bluntly.

"That's right, the diary was seen by Mr. Zhao." Yan Jiajia sobbed, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Zhao Deyou appeared from behind, "Mr. He, these two are in a relationship, and I caught them out of shape. I'm about to call the parents."

He Zhixiu's expression was gloomy, he looked towards Jie Qingyang, and popped out from between his teeth, "Really?"

Jie Qingyang was overwhelmed by his cold-blooded cannibalism again, but so what, the two of them had already overturned, "Yes, we fell in love, why," slap—a loud slap The fan hit Jie Qingyang's face.

Accompanied by Zhao Deyou yelling: "Shameless thing! Get the hell out of my office."

He Zhixiu's face changed slightly, and a look of distress flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say a word after all, watching the few people go downstairs and leave.

With Zhao Deyou around, Yan Jiajia and Jie Qingyang stopped talking.

It's so fucking painful, this Zhao Dapao is an iron hand, how could it hurt so much, his face must be red.All of Jie Qingyang's emotions couldn't bear the pain caused by the slap, it penetrated deep into the bone marrow, ah, is the brain still functioning normally, won't it have a concussion?

When they arrived at the office, according to the usual practice, the two had to stand for at least half an hour to give Lao Zhao time to prepare his insulting speeches, during which they also called the parents of both parties.

Jie Qingyang's heart was pounding like a drum, he didn't want Zhou Aoqing to be sad, he would rather suffer himself.

But how to quibble later.

He and Yan Jiajia were really not in a relationship, so no one would believe it. Last month, it was too much fanfare, and everyone in the school knew it, and ten mouths couldn't tell.

And Yan Jiajia will not confess that person.

Once this pot is recited, it cannot be shaken off, and if you don't recite it, you have to recite it.

"How long have you two been talking?"

The office was quiet, and there was no one else there. They must be asking them, but no one said it first.

"Jie Qingyang, tell me."

Jie Qingyang fabricated it casually: "One month, I just caught up."

"Is this why your grades dropped?"

After saying no, why do you still ask, Jie Qingyang replied: "You think it is."

"Do you two still want to read?"

The two spoke in unison.

"think."

"think."

Zhao Deyou: "When the parents come later, I will try my best not to beat you, admit your mistake, and then go home and reflect on it for a few days. As for whether to break up or not, if you want to read, you will know what to do?"

Sing a bad face for a while, and a bad face for a while.Jie Qingyang was completely confused, "Let's break up."

"Can it be done?"

Jie Qingyang: "It's not difficult, we can break up now."

Zhao Deyou: "..."

Jie Qingyang thought about his words, turned sideways and said to Yan Jiajia: "We broke up in front of Mr. Zhao today, so we have witnesses so we can explain clearly. What do you think?"

Yan Jiajia was like a frightened bird, completely different from her usual sassy and decisive character, she would just nod whatever Jie Qingyang said, as if the person in front of her was her savior.

Jie Qingyang looked at Yan Jiajia, and said what he had prepared for a long time, "Okay, Mr. Zhao, you have to testify that I officially broke up with Yan Jiajia today. I will not care about all the previous grievances, I will not hate you, you I won't be sad because of this, after all we are still young and don't understand anything, just pretend we have never met before, keep the original beauty, have a happy breakup, Yan Jiajia."

Zhao Deyou didn't believe it at first, but Jie Qingyang didn't seem to be pretending. Even Yan Jiajia was shocked, as if the two had really talked, loved each other deeply, and were hard to part with. She suddenly felt sad and inexplicable .

"Okay, okay, I believe you." Zhao Deyou stopped, "Why do you want to talk about letting go so easily?"

"I want to taste the bitterness of love." Jie Qingyang answered the words in a sneaky way.

This sentence made Zhao Deyou laugh, "You really are, when your mother comes, I think you can still laugh."

Before the words were finished, the door was pushed open. The parent who came first was not Zhou Aoqing, but Yan Jiajia's mother, Yan Yun. Her face was clouded. As soon as she came in, she picked up the broom by the door and hit Yan Jiajia, waiting for Zhao Deyou to react. , Yan Yun has changed his weapon again, picked up a book from someone else's desk and threw it at her daughter, unceremoniously, even cursing.

"Fall in love! Tell you to talk! Shameless bitch! Just like your father. See if I don't beat you to death! You don't learn well at a young age. What's the use of living!"

Jie Qingyang tried to hold back: "Auntie, stop fighting! Auntie! We have already broken up. There is no more talk, she already knows her mistake."

When Yan Yun saw someone pulling her, he turned his head and saw that it was a boy. He heard that he was the one his daughter was talking about, and he slapped Jie Qingyang loudly on the face with his backhand.

This scene happened to be seen by Zhou Aoqing who rushed over.