Guan He sings very nicely and likes to sing. She often sits on the desk, shaking her feet while singing. She can sing almost all popular songs. She can sing whatever Li Shan orders; and I enjoy it. Singing a beautiful song, while drinking a drink, he watched Li Shan busy. Occasionally, I would shake my head and sing with Guan He, but just hum along with her, like a bass accompaniment.
Once, when we were singing happily, I turned my head and saw Zhang Jun standing in the corridor, looking at us through the glass window, his eyes were very focused, even if I found him, he didn't look away. I was stunned for a moment, almost felt that he was looking at me, but then I realized that it was wrong, it was Guan He next to me.
Guan He also saw him and waved at him to say hello. Zhang Jun walked in, leaned back against the wall, folded his arms in front of his chest, and looked at our board newspaper.
Guan He was still singing, I jumped off the table and drew the last illustration with Li Shan, ignoring Zhang Jun's existence as much as possible.
I don't know why Zhang Jun didn't leave, Li Shan and Guan He didn't have any opinions, and of course I couldn't express any opinions. He kept watching us publish the newspaper.
Maybe because of Guan He's happy singing, maybe because Zhang Jun's eyes were always on the board, I didn't even feel a trace of jealousy, I even enjoyed the happy feeling of him at the side, and made the picture better with my heart. Occasionally, when I look back, I collide with his gaze, and I will still scramble to avoid it, but it is not as sharp as it used to be.
We didn't say a word, but that day was the longest time I had spent with Zhang Jun since elementary school, and it was also the most bland and warm scene in my junior high school memory.
So that, many years later, I tried very hard to describe the scene of that year. In the large classroom at dusk, the light is soft and warm, a beautiful girl sits on the desk and sings happily; a girl and a boy are in front of the blackboard, sometimes standing up, sometimes bending over, and drawing carefully painting; a handsome boy leaning against the wall, arms crossed, staring intently at them. Unfortunately, no matter how I draw, I can't draw what I remember.
Our new head teacher, Mr. Wu, is extremely warm and kind to me. It is the first time in my life that I have met a teacher who is so enthusiastic about me.
After class, she would specially call me to her office, give me reference books, and outline key examples with a pen; after each class, she would come to my desk and ask me how the class was, even if it was windy When it rains, she will specially remind me to pay attention to dressing.
But she didn't know that I had a psychological barrier to the teacher. I was used to keeping a distance from the teacher. In this world, except for Teacher Gao, I could no longer accept any teacher approaching me. If she was like Zeng Hong, I could at least be a normal student, but her enthusiasm and her preference scared me. The more enthusiastic she was, the more indifferent I was; the more she wanted to approach me, the more I wanted to avoid her.
I can feel her being hurt. Probably as a teacher, she has never met such a student who "doesn't know how to lift me up". She wants to lift me up so much, but I want to blend in with the crowd so desperately, I wish she would be forever Just ignore me.
In front of my indifference, her enthusiasm was frequently frustrated. I returned her reference book to her intact. Every time she talked to me, I cherished every word, and even made her unable to write in front of the whole class. Taiwan, when she sees my bad face and asks me if I am sick, and wants to touch my forehead, I will avoid her and answer indifferently: "I am not a child, I know if I am sick."
Even, in order to make her hate me, I deliberately did not hand in my math homework, and deliberately went to sleep in her class.
Finally, she knew that I was a stubborn stone, not a beautiful jade. She began to give up on me and turned her enthusiasm to Guan He. Guan He did not fail her, and gratefully repaid her by being a better student, while Teacher Wu enjoyed A sense of accomplishment from her dedication.
I started to feel at ease and do my own thing quietly.
Frankly speaking, Mr. Wu is a very responsible head teacher. He devotes himself to our class and walks every day from morning to night, except for the obvious preference for students. But what teacher doesn't like good students
But she taught math class with more enthusiasm and lack of logic. After listening to her class a few times, I realized that it is better to save time and read books by myself. However, what I read is not a textbook, but a detective story, which originated from the "Sherlock Holmes" lent to me by Guan He. I like this kind of intellectual competition so much, I fell in love with this type of book, and began to read all kinds of suspenseful stories frantically. Guan He took cover for me, and the teachers pretended not to see it.
Before I knew it, I started talking to Guan He, she told me her favorite novel and why I liked it; I told her my favorite novel and told her why I liked it. We exchange views and understandings of characters and the world, and the more we communicate with her, the more I look up to her. Among my peers, I have never met a girl with a mature and profound mind like her. She looks like an ordinary sixteen-year-old girl, but her mind may be over twenty-six years old. I always feel that I am precocious, but My precociousness is extreme, rebellious and evil, while her precociousness is full of forbearance, tolerance and wisdom in life.
She confuses me so much, and while admiring her, it hurts even more. I don't think I can surpass her in my life. There are almost no goals in my life, the only goal hidden in the deepest part of my heart is so desperate!
After the midterm exam results, Guan He was first in class and sixth in my class. Teacher Wu was very satisfied. She felt that this ranking was normal. To be honest, I also think this is normal.
Xiaofei once again became the first class in class (2). She giggled and warned me to read less idle books and work harder, so as not to let her win so unfulfilled.
I didn't say a word, but it wasn't that I didn't study hard, I was reading idle books in a controlled manner, and I wasn't vague when it was time to be serious. This result is a true reflection of my current level. The first class last time was a fluke. .
My science grades are similar to that of Guan He, but Guan He's English is much better than mine. After entering the third year of junior high school, all subjects began to be summarized, and the test no longer only tested the knowledge of one semester, but the knowledge learned in the entire junior high school. Because of fighting against the cornucopia, my English in the first and second grades of junior high school was terrible, and now I am starting to suffer the consequences.
Because of the poor foundation of English, I couldn't listen to it, and I didn't understand it, so I wasn't interested in learning it, which made my English even worse. The grades were even worse, and of course I was even less interested in learning. I fell into a vicious circle.
I understand it very well, but I don't know how to correct it, and I want to listen carefully to improve my English grades, but I don't know the English words spoken by the teacher at all, and I am confused about the grammar. Unconsciously, I ran away, and when I came back to my senses, an English class was over, and I naturally wouldn’t be able to do my homework.
I made up my mind to study English well every day, but I wasted time every day when I couldn't do it.
Wanting to improve English performance has become an impossible task. The foundation is not well laid, just like a house without a foundation, it seems that it will never be able to rise from the ground.
Looking at Guan He easily holding more than 90 points, I began to regret my behavior of not learning English in the first year of junior high because I hated the cornucopia. I hated him and didn't listen to his classes. At the time, I felt relieved, but in the end, it was me who harmed me. I didn't have the slightest influence on the cornucopia. They continued to be their English teachers.
Because of the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination, the atmosphere of the third year of junior high school became much more solemn, but class (7) brought a bit of joy to the solemn third year of junior high school.
In the first week of school, the (7) class was divided into two factions. There was a group fight, and two classroom tables were smashed. One student was beaten to the ground and sent to the emergency room of the hospital. The principal spoke in person. Criticized, and given several people a warning. But these people have no plans to go to high school at all, so why care about warnings? It is estimated that the school began to regret that it should not have divided a group of demon kings together.
Zhang Jun's squad leader was very weak and incompetent. He heard that when there was a gang fight, he was so afraid that he ran into the playground and ran back ten laps, just in time to send the seriously injured to the hospital to avoid causing fatalities. After two arrivals, the school did not pursue anything. In fact, the school couldn't hold him accountable even if he wanted to. Zhang Jun was removed, and no one else would be willing to be the monitor. Instead of enjoying the prestige of being a monitor, he had to worry about being beaten if he was not careful.
(7) Class is smoky every day, and there are situations every week. The good girls in our corridor try not to go in the direction of (7) class, because the boys in their class dare to openly molest the girls in the corridor, especially like picking grades. Good girls, several girls were teased to tears, and they didn't dare to tell the teacher, otherwise they would not be able to live in peace on the way home from school in the future.
Everyone can only afford to provoke and hide.
One day, during a class activity, Guan He went to deliver the Chinese homework. When he came back, he helped the Chinese teacher of class (8) to bring the homework to the class representative of class (8). When she sent it over, it was nothing; when she came back, several (7) class demons standing in the corridor began to babble nonsense. Guan He lowered his head and pretended not to hear, but a few boys stopped her.
I stood on the side of the corridor, leaning against the wall, folded my arms and watched everything. I'm curious, will Guan He's elegant demeanor be difficult to maintain in this situation
Guan He tried to avoid them several times, but the boys wouldn't let her go, but instead asked her what color underwear she was wearing. Guan He's face was flushed red, and she was about to cry, but she never cried.
I originally had the mentality of watching the fun, and even had a secret hope of watching Guan He make a fool of himself, but when I saw Guan He like this, I couldn't bear it again. I was thinking about whether to rush up and snatch Guan He out. Several boys in our class already had a crush on Guan He. At this time, they couldn't stand it anymore and started to walk there. Even (5) class, (6) ) The boys in the class all have the past.
I shook my head with a wry smile, it turned out that this is the result, her demeanor will not be destroyed.
(7) The demon kings in the class will definitely not be afraid of these "scholars". Now, it is time to appreciate a group fight between good students and bad students. Unfortunately, there are no melon seeds.
Our dean will definitely vomit blood with anger. The third graders of the previous year were all mediocre. In our year, the results have never been better than the previous year, but there are many troubles.
Unexpectedly, when I was posing and wanted to watch the group fight, Zhang Jun came up the stairs and saw the boys in his class surrounding Guan He. He immediately understood that he rushed over in a few steps and took Guan He out of the surrounding boys. Those boys probably couldn't get used to Zhang Jun for a long time. At this time, Zhang Jun was in his early stage, and he had a good reason to start the fight immediately.
While Zhang Jun was protecting Guan He, the monitor of class (6), Shen Yuanzhe, came out of the classroom in a hurry, stood in the middle of class (7) and class (6), stopped all the boys who wanted to pass, and after persuading him to come here, he again Go over and stand with Zhang Jun.
The President of the Student Union is indeed quite heavy. Behind him, many boys stood together spontaneously, clearly telling everyone that they were at the mercy of Shen Yuanzhe.
I walked a few steps forward quietly and stood silently in a corner. I didn’t plan to participate in the group fight, but if someone beats Shen Yuanzhe, I will keep his face firmly in my memory. a few days. As for Zhang Jun, I'm not worried. He has carried a "weapon" with him since the fourth grade. The sixth-grade students will detour when they see him, and he has been with Xiaoliu all these years. If it's not fair, how can he be called "Brother Xiaojun" by people on the road
The situation was about to break out, but Shen Yuanzhe didn't seem to notice the difference in the atmosphere, he even smiled and hugged the shoulders of those few people: "Everyone is a classmate, it's the last year, why is it so unpleasant? You are all mixed up on the road. In the future, he will definitely be a big brother with a head and face, it would be really boring to let people know that a few people were bullying a girl."
Those few people didn't know whether they were moved by the more and more people gathered behind Shen Yuanzhe, or were moved by Shen Yuanzhe's words, but the atmosphere relaxed anyway. An upcoming group fight turned out to be Shen Yuanzhe chatting with a few people and making friends with each other.
I was very shocked, not only by Shen Yuanzhe's good popularity, but by his words. I always thought that Shen Yuanzhe was just a good student with a good heart and ability, but obviously he was not a good student in the traditional sense.
Zhang Jun completely ignored everything around him and only comforted Guan He in a low voice. Guan He has always been restrained and has long since returned to normal, at least on the surface. She smiled at Zhang Jun and said, "Thank you."
Zhang Jun smiled: "Old classmate, don't be so polite, right?"
I turned around and left, starting to hate that I was in class (4), I would rather go to class (1) and (3), at least not in the same corridor with them.
After a while, Guan He also came back. Several girls surrounded her, chatting to comfort her. One girl was very gossipy and winked at Guan He and said, "Zhang Jun never minds his own business, he is not normal to you!"
The girl lying on my desk smiled and said, "I don't think Zhang Jun is fine. He seems to be quite afraid of those people. I heard that during the self-study class, he asked everyone to be quiet, and people yelled at him 'Fuck you'. He didn't even dare to say a word, Shen Yuanzhe is the one who really saved Guan He."
Guan He smiled and didn't speak. She adhered to the consistent principle and never talked about anyone's right or wrong, including her own.
Her appearance made me worthless for Zhang Jun. I took out the book and said to a group of girls, "I'm going to read and study, and you have to chat and go to the side."
The girls who were talking about Xingzheng gave me a dissatisfied look and then went back to their seats. Guan He sighed in relief, it seemed that she had endured it for a long time.
For two days in a row, I didn't speak to Guan He, because I thought she was disgusting, hypocritical, and hypocritical.
I hate her!