Dodder Pampering Handbook

Without the special care from the teacher, Sanzhi's primary school life was much more stable.

With Zhong Cheng and Qi Beiyan standing in front of him to shield him from the wind and rain, Sanzhi escaped the bullying that most autistic patients suffered in school, passed the sixth grade smoothly, went to the countryside for a long summer vacation, and was promoted to to junior high school.

No. [-] Middle School is a public school that accepts all kinds of students. Although the teaching staff is fairly strong, due to the large number of students, the average grade is not high or low in the county.

At the beginning, Qi Beiyan wanted to transfer to the private No. [-] Middle School. For students with a little money, No. [-] Middle School is more suitable for them.Zhong Meili was a little moved at first, but there are strict barriers to enrolling in No. [-] Middle School. Even if she pays, she will not accept a child like Sanzhi.

Even though Sanzhi looked no different from ordinary children in appearance, at most he was much quieter and his reaction was a little slower, but the school would still try to collect the students' opinions from their previous schools as a reference.

Zhong Ting was naturally unwilling to go, so he and San Zhi signed up for No. [-] Middle School, and Zhong Meiliang donated a batch of chemical experiment equipment to the school in exchange for the opportunity for the two of them to be in the same class.

Qi Beiyan didn't go to No. [-] Middle School, but went to No. [-] Middle School with them.

No. [-] Middle School is very large. As a county-level middle school, it caters to all the students in the county as much as possible. It has nine teaching buildings, a library, and a plastic playground.Half of the county's annual investment in education falls on No. [-] Middle School. I heard that the school is planning to build an indoor stadium.

No. [-] Middle School can provide accommodation. Zhong Teng and Sanzhi don’t have this requirement, but No. [-] Middle School is a little far away from home. In order not to delay going to school, Zhong Cheng learned to ride a bicycle during the summer vacation, and he can take Sanzhi to and from school every day.

In the new environment, Sanzhi seemed a little uneasy.But under Zhong Cheng's teaching and comfort, he has learned to hide his emotions.

When school just started, the class was in a mess. The head teacher asked the students to carry books, and Zhong Cheng and Qi Beiyan, who were taller, were expropriated.Sanzhi didn't want to stay in the class, so he slipped out the back door and stood on the sunken roof on the right side of the teaching building. They were on the second floor, and there was a creeper planted in the flower bed downstairs, and the green tentacles had grown to the second floor.

Sanzhi clasped the tentacles with his hands and played in silence for a long time.

After a while, he noticed a stranger standing beside him.

The girl looked at him with bright eyes: "You look so good-looking, like a dragon prince in a book, what's your name?"

Sanzhi: "?"

"But you are not as tall as him. The Dragon Prince is 1.8 meters. How tall are you? Are you 1.5 meters? It seems that you are not as tall as me. I am 1.5 meters and still growing. Maybe this year I will grow Can grow to 160."

Sanzhi quietly looked back at the class, but couldn't find Zhong Cheng and Qi Beiyan, so he stood there stiffly, listening to the girl.

His mind went blank, and he didn't know how to react.From birth to now, his world has only expanded once, bringing Qi Beiyan into the scope of conversation.No one wanted to talk to him when he was in elementary school, and no one dared to.

He didn't say a word, and Li Mengling didn't think there was anything wrong. She had already talked about her height until her mother didn't allow her to have her ears pierced. Sanzhi turned her head and didn't turn it back. She just looked at her right side blankly like that. As if listening to her with pricked ears.

Xu was tired of listening, so he put his head on the hands lying on the railing, and glanced at Li Mengling with light gray eyes.

"You look so good-looking." Li Mengling blurted out, and there was another sentence she didn't say, Sanzhi didn't look like the Dragon Prince at all, but looked like a gray crystal, with a melancholy and beautiful temperament.

The harmonious atmosphere between the two of them was broken by Zhong Teng, and it was rare to see Sanzhi chatting happily with others for the first time.

"Sanzhi." He called Sanzhi, but looked at the girl, "Who is she?"

Sanzhi shook his head quietly, walked over and took his hand naturally.

Li Mengling looked at the hands they held together, "I'm Li Mengling, from Class [-]. Seeing him standing at the door of our class, I chatted with him."

She paused, then said, "You are so tall."

Zhong Ting was indifferent and polite: "Thank you, if we are in class seven, we will go in. Goodbye."

Li Mengling said goodbye to him happily, and shouted to Sanzhi: "Don't forget what I said!"

Sanzhi nodded invisibly, Zhong Cheng frowned, how big is it, he started chatting with other girls?

"What did she say to you?"

Sanzhi was a little confused: "Dragon Prince?"

Zhong Cheng: "?"

Soon this matter was forgotten by them, they took new books, met new teachers, and originally wanted to say that they were new classmates.As a result, the teacher said about the curriculum reform, and asked the students in the class to exist in groups in the future.

For the convenience of the discussion, the three tables were put together, and there was a long table for two people. Sanzhi and Zhong Teng sat by the window, but now there is an extra tablemate who is close to each other.

Sanzhi flinched a little, not knowing how to face this, and pulled Zhong Cheng's pants under the desk with his hands, and soon Zhong Cheng secretly put his hands down, interlocked his fingers, and comforted him.

The teacher was still talking about something on the stage, and the students were whispering under the stage.

Only their group was unusually quiet.

There are more or less girls in other people's groups, but in their group, there are six people, all of whom are men.

The chestnut-headed boy sat next to Zhong Cheng, resting his chin on the table, leaning his chair back, and muttered in a low voice, "This isn't a junior high school, it's a monk's temple."

His deskmate is a boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a straight figure, who is seriously making a cover for the book.

Next door to Sanzhi is a boy with very fair skin and freckles on his face. He has a similar temperament to Sanzhi. He is also very quiet. He can use Chinese papers as a barrier, and he doesn't know what he is looking at.

Next door to the freckled boy was a boy who looked very skinny. He turned his back to the group and was already chatting with the group next door.

After the teacher finished speaking, he clapped his hands and asked each group to discuss, name the group, select a group leader, and recommend class leaders.

The six boys looked at each other, you look at me, I look at you.

Zhao Hu with thick eyebrows spoke first: "My name is Zhao Hu, and I don't want to be the team leader."

The chestnut head next door immediately asked: "My name is Xu Li, is the team leader running errands?"

Zhong Cheng: "I am Zhong Cheng, and his name is Zhu Sanzhi."

The freckled boy who was addicted to reading extra-curricular books raised his head: "Zhang Keke, I don't want to be that." After speaking, he continued to read.

The naughty boy next door to him was a little speechless: "Are you sick, why did I meet you freaks when I just transferred here?"

Everyone else looked at him, and he raised his hand to scratch his messy hair in a slightly irritable manner. From just now, he felt that the atmosphere of this group was not right, it was lifeless, without any passion, and there was no one to talk to.

He raised his hand and called the teacher: "Report to the teacher, I want to change places with someone else."

When the teacher came down, Zhang Keke instantly used his secret technique to stuff extracurricular books into the table hole.

"Why do you want to switch places?"

"I think I don't get along with them." Zheng Wei said truthfully.

The teacher was speechless: "Then who do you think you are angry with?"

"He!" Zheng Wei giggled, pointing to the boy from the next door group who had a good chat with him just now, and the two of them seemed to be naughty.

The teacher would never give him a chance. Not only did he not give him a chance, but he also switched places with Xu Li, preventing him from sitting back to back with that boy.

Zheng Wei moved the book to the next door to Zhong Cheng with a resentful face, muttering all the time: "Master Miejue."

As a result, until the end of the discussion time, their group has been in a strange embarrassment and silence, doing personal things individually.

Zhong Teng and Sanzhi helped each other to write names in each other's textbooks. While they were writing, they heard the teacher ask, "The second group, have you chosen a group leader yet?"

She asked several times on it, but no one answered her, so she had no choice but to walk down, knock the table, and all six people looked up at her.

The teacher's lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes became unfriendly. Zhao Hu stood up immediately: "Teacher, I will be the team leader. Our team is called the Flying Tigers."

The other five looked at him in unison, and the teacher said, "Okay, Zhao Hu will be the team leader. From now on, you will take on the responsibility of the team leader and lead the team members well."

When the teacher stepped onto the stage, Zheng Wei muttered in a low voice, "What's the name of the Flying Tigers? It's so stupid."

Zhao Hu's face drooped: "What did you say? Why didn't you mention your opinion just now?"

Seeing that Zhao Hu had a bad temper, Zheng Wei stopped talking, but the rebellious emotions in his heart became more and more serious, and his mind was full of thoughts about how to change positions.

The awkward and chaotic first day of school is over.

On the way back, Qi Beiyan told Zhong Cheng and the others that their class was also divided into groups. He was the group leader, and the class set a rule that points would be deducted for anyone who was caught talking in class. As a result, a girl who talked too much came to their group. child.

She can talk to herself when no one talks to her.

It was obvious that Qi Beiyan was complaining in distress, but Zhong Teng laughed unceremoniously.

But in my mind I thought of the girl who chatted with Sanzhi today, and then remembered, what did she say to Sanzhi?

Early the next morning, Zhong Teng woke up from the sweltering heat in the room. When he got up, he saw Sanzhi curled up quietly. The thin quilt that originally covered his stomach was also thrown to the ground by him. His snow-white body looked like In reflective.

Zhong Cheng scratched his hair, got up and got out of bed, picked up the quilt and covered him gently, then washed his face and brushed his teeth, found out the three clothes he was going to wear today, and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

There are dumplings made by Zhong Meili in the refrigerator in advance, and Zhong Cheng is making dumplings when he hears the kitchen door being opened, and his father pokes his head in sleepily: "So early?"

"How did you feel at school yesterday?"

"It's not bad." Zhong Cheng replied, taking out milk from the refrigerator, heating it up, and drinking a cup with three sticks, and then turned on another stove to prepare fried eggs.

"What about Sanzhi, are you still used to it?"

"It's all good. It's no different from elementary school."

Zhong Meiliang went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, and came back after a while, as if discussing a problem with an adult, "What about you, do you still plan to spend your junior high school as boring as elementary school? Your father and my junior high school were very exciting." He said There was foam in his mouth, and his speech was slurred, but Zhong Cheng understood what he meant.

Shoveling the half-cooked fried egg out of the pan, Zhong Teng somehow thought of the disharmonious group and strange group members, and always felt that his junior high school life might not be so monotonous.

He smiled and brought the prepared breakfast to the dining table, "There are still your and mom's fried eggs in the pot, I'll wake Sanzhi up."

He has grown to Zhong Meiliang's shoulders, and he still looks like an immature child, but the mature temperament on his body cannot be concealed.

Zhong Meiliang opened the lid of the pot to have a look, and muttered, "I don't know who will give such a good man in the future."

The author has something to say:

The son in Zhong's father's eyes: handsome, calm temperament, can cook, take care of children, be filial to parents, and smart.Simply perfect.

Junior high school life is an important turning point in Sanzhi's fate ~ I really miss my youth when I write it