After the sweaty charge, not only did he receive a bottle of mung bean water, but he also helped Shen Yuanzhe, who arrived late, grab a glass.
Shen Yuanzhe saw Zhang Jun and Guan He in front of him, and stopped Zhang Jun. Guan He greeted me with a smile. I could only drink mung bean water and talk to Guan He cheerfully. don't care.
When we returned to the resting place of our class, we found that the feng shui treasure land had been occupied by the boys of class (4), and the new first-year middle school students of our class deliberately yelled at Shen Yuanzhe: "Shen Da monitor, you have to decide for us! "
Song Peng, however, led the new students from class (4) and said to Zhang Jun, "Monitor, we have to rely on you to support us."
Several classmates were talking to Shen Yuanzhe about the current situation, and Zhang Jun was also listening.
The boys in our class and the boys in class (4) were still shouting strangely from the side, Shen Yuanzhe frowned, but Zhang Jun laughed, drinking mung bean water, and talking to Guan He, as if it had nothing to do with him. . Shen Yuanzhe wanted to be the president of the student union, but he definitely didn't want to do anything. Zhang Jun didn't want to do anything in a hurry, and he knew that Shen Yuanzhe would definitely find a way, so he was naturally happy.
I was really tired, I only knew that the rest time was limited, and I didn't have the energy to listen to their whispers. I walked over, squeezed into a group of boys, found the most shady place, which is the most middle place, and sat down. When I sat down, I muttered, "Let me go, let me go." It forced the two boys to move to the side, making way for me.
Neither the boys in our class nor the boys in class (4) stopped shouting, and looked at me in silence.
There was a group of boys crowded with me. They looked weird. I was drinking mung bean water with a very innocent expression. You guys continue to chat, I'm just sitting here! Can you sit and I can't
Song Peng, who was talking at first, cleared his throat and wanted to ignore me, but he looked at me and found it a little difficult. He looked serious and stared at me with a sharp look. I guess he thought he was a person and had heard of his notoriety, not to mention that he was a boy and I was a girl. I would definitely not be able to stand it and would take the initiative to retreat.
Under his influence, with me as the center, all the boys shoot at me and stare at me. In the past ten years of my life, the stares of all the boys combined are not as much as the one I got at this moment.
Holding mung bean water in both hands, I sat obediently, smilingly looking back at Song Peng's gaze, without a trace of blush on my face.
I will be shy? Back then, when I stood on the ping-pong table and received all the students from the school to pay their respects, he still didn't know where to peek at the little girl.
Song Peng's personality is probably more stubborn and extreme, so when I didn't blushed and avoided his sight as he expected, he and I were on the fence, and we both stared at each other.
If this time is captured with an animated lens, we can definitely see that our eyes are bursting with sparks like an electric shock.
Actually, Mars belongs to him, but I'm not angry at all, I'm calm!
After Song Peng and I looked at each other "affectionately" for a long time, Song Peng finally had a clear understanding of the thickness of my face, and he was able to put it away. Said: "I've had enough rest today, come back tomorrow."
As soon as he left, the other boys also left. Only Zhang Jun, Guan He, and Shen Yuanzhe were standing by. Only then did I realize that the scene just now was seen by Zhang Jun, and my eyes quietly glanced over his face. , I only saw his eyes full of smiles, but he couldn't guess what he was smiling at.
Our classmates came back one after another to enjoy the shade. Tong Yunzhu walked over to Zhang Jun, said hello, and smiled at me: "You are really aggressive! It's only two weeks since the start of school, so you should first single-handed horsepower, then single-handedly. Picking Song Peng, the difficulty factor is getting higher and higher."
A female classmate whose name I hadn't remembered kindly reminded me: "When Song Peng was in junior high school, he asked a bunch of thugs to beat up the PE teacher, and even our dean didn't dare to care about him."
The boys unanimously supported me: "Is he the only one who can fight? Is he the only one who has buddies outside? Luo Qiqi, don't be afraid."
In the face of foreign enemies, the boys even ignored the battle between the old and the new.
But Shen Yuanzhe didn't want to fight in groups, so he called Zhang Jun aside and discussed in a low voice.
Before the second day of military training, the dean called all the classes together and issued an instruction saying that, according to the suggestions of Shen Yuanzhe and Zhang Jun, in order to facilitate the cafeteria master to supply mung bean water and the students to rest adequately, the free rest time will be staggered in three groups in the future. rest. Our class happens to have a staggered rest with class (4), so naturally we don't need to grab space.
A very simple method, but all the problems are solved. I think those new high school students, even if they are not convinced by this solution verbally, they have to admit that this is the best solution.
The content of military training is divided into military posture, kicking step, and military boxing.
The military posture and running are all good, but the kicking step, but I am completely stumped. I usually walk normally, but as soon as the instructor yelled "walking", I started to walk with my hands and feet. I just started mixing with the whole class, but I couldn't see it. When a group of four started to practice, I was caught by the instructor. When he came out, no matter how he corrected it, I was on the same foot.
The instructor can only open a small stove for me. The so-called small stove is taken out to practice alone.
Our practice time happens to be the break time of class (4), and their rest place is right in front of our class, so all the students in class (4) can see me holding my head high and kicking with my hands and feet Zhengbu, including Zhang Jun and Guan He, and Song Peng.
Song Peng has been paying more attention to me ever since he formed a relationship with me. At this time, when he encounters such a good opportunity for revenge, he will naturally not miss it. ) The boys in the class laughed along with him.
I have a thick skin and adhere to the consistent principle. The more embarrassing and uncomfortable, the more we have to laugh heartlessly. Song Peng laughed. I laughed with him, which made Song Peng lose his temper completely.
When it was our class's turn to rest, another "enemy" of mine ran up to everyone in front of everyone, imitating me and kicking straight with the same foot. The original intention was to mock me, but because I didn't mind at all, I laughed more than others. So all the classmates and instructors let go of their hearts and laughed.
Unexpectedly, Ma learned a lot, and when he left, he became the same hand and foot.
The first time Song Peng saw me and Ma Li side by side, with our heads held high, and kicking straight with hands and feet, he burst out laughing after a sip of the imported drink. Zhang Jun couldn't help laughing, but he quickly looked away and went to play with his classmates. He didn't care about our side at all. The expression on my face is so bright, and the taste in my heart is so complicated! On the one hand, I really don’t want him to look at me in such a humiliating and embarrassing way, and I’m glad he didn’t stare at me, but on the other hand, he feels that he doesn’t even care about my appearance. It can be seen that he really sees me as a stranger, so I feel very sad.
Because I was in the sun all day, I had to eat a small stove more than others, and my face started to peel from the sun. At that time, I didn't know anything like sunscreen at all. Not only did I not know the basic knowledge of sunscreen, but also because of my careless personality, some boyish, often after being exposed to the sun, I washed my face with cold water and ran back to the sun. Continue to bask in the sun.
One day, when I went to class, I found a brand new bottle of sunscreen on the desk, with Japanese and traditional Chinese on the label. After researching it, I realized that this product is specially designed to prevent sunburn.
Under normal circumstances, when a girl receives this kind of thing, the first thought is that a boy has a crush on her, but my first thought is that someone put the wrong desk on the desk, suggesting that the person is here to find it. After waiting for a day, no one came to ask me for something back, and I began to realize, in disbelief, that it might have been given to me.
Say no to surprise, it must be fake!
Whoever he is, I'm definitely not going to like him, but I have a sense of vanity satisfaction. No matter how precocious I am, I am still just a young girl, longing for the appreciation and liking of boys.
While secretly happy, I decided to return the things to the other party. But who is it
Two days later, I found another "love letter" in my desk. First, they praised me for being special, and then asked me to dance on the weekend night. There were also pens of various colors around the card, and it was written in English: I like you. These are not scary. The scary thing is that the person who signed the card turned out to be Song Peng .
This is the first time I've received a love letter from a boy, but I didn't feel any joy at all. Maybe it was a planned and premeditated "revenge" at all. Once I agreed, a moth would appear. It's not that I haven't seen such a thing.
The vain complacency for the past two days has all turned into embarrassment and anger. With the love letter in one hand, I took out the sunscreen hidden in the school bag with the other, and walked into the classroom of class (4).
The class was about to begin, and the students were all in their seats, and when they saw me walking in, they all looked at me strangely.
I strode over to Song Peng's desk, and with two "slaps", I patted the sunscreen and the love letter in front of him: "I warn you, don't bother me again!"
Under the attention of all the students in class (4), I walked out of the classroom of class (4). Before going out, I caught a glimpse of Zhang Jun with a wry smile on his lips.
Song Peng responded positively to my "reply". He immediately threw all the things on the table into the trash can when he heard that I had just left, and firmly refused to admit that he had given me things.
But within two days, his stubbornness came up again. He patted the table and said to the boys in their class, "Damn it! I can't believe I can't hold Luo Qiqi anymore."
The news reached my ears, and I sneered, waiting to see how you came to get me.
Probably because of Song Peng's "love" for me, Tong Yunzhu, who was hanging out outside, also noticed me. Not only did she take the initiative to chat with me, but she also lent me her sunscreen to use. I also began to notice it myself. Not long after the military training, the sunburn on his face was completely healed, and there was no scar left.
During military training, whether walking or running, standing in a military posture, or playing military boxing, it is very boring. Perhaps the only fun is singing.
At the beginning, the instructor led us to sing, and when we could sing by ourselves, the instructor asked the monitor of each class to lead everyone to sing, and they used this time to hold a small meeting. The military training is about to end, and it is estimated that the final military training review is being discussed.
When each class sits in place, the monitor begins to lead us to sing the military song. After class (1) sings, class (5) is called to sing.
Our class talked about which song to sing, and (1) class shouted again: "If you want to sing, you can sing it. It's not good to sing it! Like what? Like a sheep!" (1) The monitor of class Gestures to everyone, and everyone yells, "Bah—"
The boys in our class all laughed and shouted at class (1): "Let me sing, I'll sing, where can I put my face? Let me sing, but I won't sing! What can you do to me?"
(1) Class called: "Winter melon rind, watermelon rind, (5) The people in class are cheating!"
People from other classes followed suit: "One, two, three, four, five, we've been waiting so hard; one, two, three, four, five, six, we've been waiting so hard; one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, we've been waiting anxiously; one two, three, four, five, six, seven. Three, four, seven, eight, nine, do you have any?"
After the boys in our class had put on the music, they began to roar with all their strength, lest the singing be loud enough:
Sunset Xishan Hongxiafei
Soldiers hit targets and turn camp back to camp
The red flower on the chest reflects Caixia
happy singing
Mi Suo Mi Suo
la shu mi duo come
At this moment, there are no new first-year middle school students or old first-year middle school students, some are just a whole - high school (5) class.
After our class finished singing, we shouted at the "enemy" (4) class: "(4) class, come one! (4) class, come one!"
(4) Ban didn't respond, I just found out that when we were singing just now, Song Peng seemed to have made some trouble again, and he was already in trouble with Zhang Jun. (4) The boys in the class were divided into two distinct factions, one supported Song Peng and the other supported Zhang Jun.
It is estimated that at this time, Shen Yuanzhe is very lucky that the worst person in our class is Ma Li, a fake hooligan. He can tease girls, but he can't do bad things. He is not a real gangster like Song Peng. He is more polite to girls, but he can use a knife to boys. Dry rack.
Song Peng didn't care about being punished by the school at all, he knocked down a boy with one punch, and the scene became chaotic. Zhang Jun stopped all his friends, but he had already alerted the instructor.
(4) The instructor of the class hurried over and shouted at Zhang Jun, "What's going on?" Just as the dean of the class came to inspect, he stood aside and watched.
Song Peng clasped his hands and looked at Zhang Jun disdainfully. The boys beside Zhang Jun were about to speak when Zhang Jun said loudly, "Report the instructor, we were discussing the style of military boxing just now. to classmates."
Song Peng was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Zhang Jun was defending him, but he didn't appreciate it and snorted coldly.
Zhang Jun said loudly again: "Report the instructor, Song Peng and I want to fight a military sports boxing, ask the instructor to correct the mistake."
Before the instructor could speak, the boys in class (4) were already clamoring and applauding desperately. The boys in our class joined in the fun and applauded wildly. The students in other classes didn't even know what was going on, but when they heard us applauding, they followed the drum. After a while, there was thunderous applause in the playground.
After all, we are not real soldiers, and the instructors of class (4) are not good at reprimanding us directly. They look to the instructor of class (1) who is in charge of all the instructors for help. The instructor of class (1) called Zhang Jun and Song Peng to the front. After telling a few precautions, he agreed to Zhang Jun's request.
The classmates were quiet, watching Zhang Jun and Song Peng fight alone.
For things that cannot be solved with words, rely on fists. This is the solution that Zhang Jun and Song Peng both agree on, and only in this way can Song Peng bow his head. For real gangsters, any rational strategy is a manifestation of cowardice, and only strength is the most real. However, Zhang Jun is now beginning to know how to legitimize and rationalize it.
At first, the two of them pretended to draw pictures according to the frame of Jun Tiquan. Later, Song Peng was in a hurry, and he showed his true nature. No matter how ruthless he came, Zhang Jun was still in a hurry and calmed down Song Peng with Jun Tiquan. attack.
(1) The instructor of the class saw Song Peng's appearance and walked quickly to them, as if to separate them, but when he saw Zhang Jun's appearance, he stopped again, just stood beside them all the time, staring closely. on.
When we study military gymnastics, we treat it as radio gymnastics, but Zhang Jun is obviously different. When he is studying, he must have put a lot of thought and hard work into it. People, only Zhang Jun is a student.
Passing over, Song Peng wanted to kick Zhang Jun, but Zhang Jun avoided it, and took the opportunity to counterattack sideways, and pushed Song Peng to the ground. All the classmates were disgraced in front of them, but immediately backed away, allowing Song Peng to stand up. Song Peng became more and more annoyed, and shouted, wanting to jump up and fight again.
The instructor grabbed his hands, "If this is on the battlefield, your life is already lost."
Song Peng's face turned red and white, and the strength of his body slowly slackened. The instructor let go of his hand, probably from the hot-blooded and troubled young man, so he didn't say anything, just walked away quietly.
Song Peng's face was ugly, but he didn't lose his brother's face. If he loses, he loses. He threw at Zhang Jun "you will be the boss in the future", walked back to the class, and sat down honestly.
When I was in the third grade of elementary school, I knew that Zhang Jun could fight, but this was the first time I saw him fight with my own eyes. I didn't know how to evaluate him. I could only say that he didn't hang around in vain. Song Peng relied on his brother Song Jie's face. , half relying on money, losing to Zhang Jun is a matter of course.
This time, the face-to-face confrontation between becoming a king and becoming a pirate allowed Zhang Jun to establish absolute authority among the boys in class (4). The method used by Shen Yuanzhe did not take big risks like Zhang Jun, but it did not have such an immediate effect. It was not until the end of the first semester of high school that he slowly got all the boys to recognize him.
Although the two of them adopted different methods, they both achieved their goals in the end.
These three weeks can be described as long and short, painful and happy.
When laughter and pain are shared together, honor and failure are endured together, no matter how hard the ice seems to be melted. The barriers between the new and old No. 1 middle school students in our class have been broken. Although we can't talk about unity, at least we are no longer hostile.
The only fly in the ointment is that until the end of the military training, the problem of my hands and feet has not been corrected, and the instructors have nothing to do. When reviewing the performance, I could only hide in the middle of the class. Our class missed the winner award, but won the spiritual civilization award, and the instructor was selected as the best instructor.
The boys in the class were very happy. At the end, they lifted the instructor up high and walked around the playground, singing military songs as they walked, as if they were really triumphant soldiers. Usually, they disdain these old-fashioned songs, but at this time, it seems that only agitation and loud military songs can release the passion and strength in their hearts.
The eyes of many girls on the playground were red, and the voice of the instructor was a little choked. During the training, everyone hated the instructor so much that their teeth itch, but when they said goodbye, everything turned into good memories and reluctance.
3
be famous again
If you don't accumulate a few steps, you can't reach a thousand miles; if you don't accumulate a small stream, you can't make a river or sea.
Everyone wants to "reach a thousand miles and become a river and sea",
However, when the little steps and the little stream are scattered to three hundred and sixty-five days a year, it becomes a boring repetition every day.
But when Qianli and Jianghai can't see it no matter how you look, there is no hope, no light,
All the ambition turned out to be ridiculous.
We can only rely on perseverance and perseverance day by day. Is it certain that we will succeed if we persevere
Not necessarily, but if you don't stick to it, you will definitely not succeed.
After the military training is over, we even truly become high school students in No. 1 Middle School. As usual, we have to issue uniform school uniforms.
I don't know if the current high school students will be luckier than we were back then. The school uniforms can look better and are worthy of the beauty of the flowery and rainy seasons. Anyway, our school uniforms were really ugly.