On the Treatment of the Leading Role of Passerby A

Although the original owner was good at studying, he was a nerd no matter how he looked at it, so he couldn't get along with someone like the dean. Zhang Ye couldn't guess what the dean asked him to do.

It can't be about Zhao Rong and the fucking thing, right?It's useless to talk to him, no matter how much he has an idea, he is still a student and can't be the master.

He followed to the office and stood there straight, with serious eyes.

The teaching director thought it was good that Zhang Ye didn't care about it and said that he was obsessed with studying. Isn't the smooth and brilliant life path better than the current scenery?Other teachers said that this child was too dull, even if he studied well, he was not flexible in dealing with people in the world, and he was timid and cowardly, so he might not be able to make great achievements in the future, so he didn't say anything at that time.

I don't know why this child suddenly became enlightened. After a little tidying up, it was really bright, and the teachers were all silenced.

"Zhang Ye, it's not like you don't know the rules of our No. [-] Middle School. Before, the teachers turned a blind eye and closed their eyes and said nothing, but after a while, the city leaders will come to inspect. Your hair is pretty, but Is it inappropriate?"

Before the dean finished speaking, several people came in from the outside, saw Zhang Ye, pointed at him and yelled: "Teacher, you can't just talk about us, good students should take the lead, and the number one in the school is also infected." .”

Just after the man finished speaking, he was pushed by the tall man behind him. Zhang Ye glanced back and met the man's gaze. The man smiled at him, which made Zhang Ye a little confused. Other people's overtures, and this person has almost no impression in his mind.

The dean of the school is very troubled by the students who are graduating from the school. It is impossible to persuade them to study hard, but they cannot be indulged. Some of them are already hot with the gangsters outside. He invited the elders to come to the school to talk. , finally restrained.

"Zhang Ye, then you should take this head and dye it back. I'll check them one by one next Monday."

"Director, have you misremembered the time? The end of this week is the National Day, and there are no classes. What are you checking?"

"Then start the school inspection. You can run away like a monk, but you can't run away from the temple. That's fine, go to class."

Changing his hair color is not a big deal to Zhang Ye. He has lost his temper recently, and that is only for Zhao Rongmozi and Zhang Tiancheng. He prefers to be a good student in front of the school teachers.

The class bell rang before leaving the office, and Zhang Ye hurried back to the classroom, not realizing that someone behind him was staring at him for a long time.

Zeng Qiao was lying on the table flipping through the books, looking outside from time to time, and seeing Zhang Ye coming back, he asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Zhang Ye propped his chin on his arm: "My head, let Ran go back, you can give up."

Zeng Qiao shrugged: "That's right, let's go get a haircut then."

In the math class, Teacher Pei sat on the podium early in the morning to read and drink tea. The students in the class did not dare to speak, and survived the morning reading class in a well-behaved manner.

Teacher Pei is the strictest teacher Zhang Ye has ever seen. Maybe it is because of the failure of his marriage life. He put all his energy on these students, coming in early and leaving late every day. There is no one like him in the whole school. People.

Today, after two math classes in a row, Teacher Pei only made them go to the toilet. Zhang Ye felt a little dizzy after nine to ten minutes, and started to doze off while the teacher was not paying attention.

Zeng Qiao didn't dare. His grades were not good. Although Zhang Ye is such a treasure by his side, it's not good to just wait like this. As a senior high school student, he suffers, and Zhang Ye will only suffer more than him. That rotten thing, if it were someone else's mentality, it would have collapsed long ago.

But no matter how strict the teacher is, there are people who desert under the nose, such as the class group, the storm caused by Zhang Ye in the morning has not subsided, looking at the students who are listening carefully, the hands covered by the belly of the table keep typing on the keyboard, The chat was in full swing.

Right now, Zeng Qiao was throbbing in his stomach, and couldn't help pressing his abdomen with his hands. Fortunately, it was only 5 minutes before get out of class ended, so it wasn't too difficult.

Zhao Rong has kept his face dark since he entered the classroom, and his hands on his legs are tightly clenched together. He hates Zhang Ye, and even more those who trample on his wounds. Sooner or later...

Teacher Pei didn't stop talking until the bell rang during the break. He patted off the chalk in his hand and took a sip of water from his cup: "These sets of questions are homework for the holidays. I have already talked about the key points and difficulties in class. I hand in the homework and hope that there will be no more mistakes that shouldn't be made."

Some people instinctively reject the insurmountable mountain in life, and the math teacher is this mountain. Once the mountain is removed, the sky will be clear and bright.

Zeng Qiao didn't want to eat breakfast when he went out. He originally wanted to eat with Zhang Ye after the morning reading class, but was delayed by more than an hour because of Teacher Pei's overbearing. go down.

Zhang Ye glanced at him, got up and took the cup but poured a cup of hot water, and put it in his hand: "Why didn't you tell me earlier if you feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital."

Zeng Qiao shook his head: "It's okay, I'll take it easy, it seems that I won't be able to have breakfast with you in the future."

Zhang Ye still remembered that time when he met him in the hospital, the face that was pale from the pain still clearly appeared in his mind, obviously it was not a day or two.

"You are really... It's time to put away your little thoughts. If you are really uncomfortable, go home and rest. I will ask for leave for you. You wait a while."

Zeng Qiao originally wanted to say no, but in the end he swallowed the words in his stomach. Even this little worry was a joyful thing for him.

It was the time when the students were walking to the playground. The office was in the last row. Zhang Ye walked against the flow of people and accidentally bumped into the people around him. people there.

The other party is not very good-looking, but the delicate facial features make people look very comfortable, and his face is sunny when he smiles: "Zhang Ye, what are you doing with this body?"

Zhang Ye never had this person in his mind, and why are he so enthusiastic about him?It seemed that he was only a freshman in high school, so he nodded expressionlessly and hurried to the office.

Zeng Qiao held his stomach and bent his whole body into a bow. He was also to blame. He should listen to his mother and eat a little bit. The previous few times were fine, but he didn't know that he was so uncomfortable now.

"Zeng Qiao, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? You look like this, let me take you to the clinic."

Zeng Qiao waved his hand: "No need, Zhang Ye asked for leave for me, I'll wait for him for a while."

With a sullen face, Zhao Rong pulled his arm to help the man go out, and said the most sincere words since we met: "Illness can't wait for people, so don't work hard. I can't see it. I know that people now Avoid me, what you think is your business, but I don't want to make me feel uncomfortable. Don't worry, put you there, I will send Zhang Ye a message and let him come to you."

The author has something to say: Zhang Ye: He touched you, talked to you, and I can't find anyone when I come back.

I feel that I am the most diligent person who changed the name of the pre-received text, and there is such a long string:

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