"Jiang Fuyue, I heard that you are distributing leaflets at school?"
She nodded and admitted.
The offender was so straightforward, the interrogator was surprised.
But who is Zhao Tiejun
The ashes-level go-getter who is committed to the career of the teaching director, takes on the black face, and never relents when he starts rectification, does not show any emotions on his face, uh...except fierce.
"Do you know that your behavior has seriously violated the school's regulations?!"
"Which one?"
"?"
"Which rule did I violate, please ask the director to point it out. I also have to learn from the painful experience and make a new life."
this…
Zhao Tiejun choked.
I ran through the school rules and regulations quickly in my mind, and I really couldn't figure out which one to "condemn" Jiang Fuyue's behavior of distributing leaflets.
"...you have affected other students!" After a long while, he pointed out such a point.
Jiang Fuyue: "I posted it before get out of class and lunch break. It didn't affect the normal class and didn't delay the students' nap."
Zhao Tiejun's eyes sharpened, and his suddenly raised voice was wrapped in a thunderous momentum: "How dare you argue?! As a student, you bring advertising behavior into the campus and give the surrounding students a bad impression of mercenary. This is an extremely wrong example. ! In addition, it has also caused damage to the image of No. 1 Middle School, what kind of words are spread?!"
One... no, two big hats were buckled, and other students would have been covered to death.
Jiang Fuyue's expression remained unchanged, her eyes clear: "Speaking of advertising behavior, I have a few questions to ask Director Zhao, is the promotional banner of a certain brand of pure milk hanging on the school gate considered an advertisement? In the campus window, talent shows Column, does the consultation hotline of a certain training institution count? And the cafeteria... "
"In addition, I remember that the student union will distribute leaflets from time to time in order to attract corporate sponsorship. I don't know if this behavior has created a bad impression of mercenary among the surrounding students? Has it caused damage to the image of No. 1 Middle School? Is it true? "
"Finally, it's class time, you were so loud just now, all the classes on this floor should have heard it." So who is influencing other students
Zhao Tiejun was dumbfounded.
…
Just as Jiang Fuyue returned to the classroom, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.
A group of people came up and looked at her as if they were watching rare animals.
Even the physics teacher cast a meaningful look when he walked towards her.
Jiang Fuyue: "?"
It turned out that the conversation between her and Zhao Tiejun outside the corridor could be heard clearly in the classroom.
"Student Jiang, did you grow up eating the guts of a leopard? Or a bear's heart?"
"Is Tie Zhuang's face blue, or is it green?"
Well…
What's the difference between blue and green
"By the way, he didn't punish you, did he? Brother Yi Ci from class seven dared not confront Tie Zhuang head-on. Only you, the number one person in history."
"you are great!"
"Blow up the phone for you!"
"..."
Chattering, twittering.
Jiang Fuyue was annoyed by the quarrel, so she excused herself to go to the toilet and hurried away, just in time for her next physical education class.
Wan Xiutong: "Are you finished? Everyone has left."
Everyone scattered.
But there is one person who does not give up.
"Zhang Kai, why don't you leave?"
"When will Jiang Fuyue come back?"
"Why are you asking this?"
"I have to check to see if she is hiding and crying secretly. Two packs of spicy strips, my heart hurts to death!"
"..." Claw!
Jiang Fuyue came out of the toilet, planning to go down the stairs from the other side to the playground.
Because there are detours, there are not many people walking.
As soon as he left the teaching building, he bumped into Yi Ci.
The boy's colorful hair was dripping with sweat, and his cheeks were flushed red from exercise, making his skin white as jade.
He was wearing the jersey he wore when the two first met. The sweaty fabric pressed against his skin, outlining the boy's thin chest.
"Physical education class?"
"Um."
The two passed by, and Yi Ci suddenly reached out his hand.
Jiang Fuyue had been on guard for a long time and backed away.
"Tsk, you escaped again."
Jiang Fuyue looked at him with a blank expression: "Looks like the lesson from last time was not enough."
"Don't..." Yi Ci paced closer, and stood in front of her with a wicked smile, "Think about it, how about being my girlfriend? One of us is fierce, the other is fierce, we are a perfect match!"
Jiang Fuyue frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Tsk, you still don't admit it? I saw the way you were angry with Tiezhuang just now. What is it? I don't dislike it..."
"Know what you look like now?"
Yi Ci: "Huh?" This jump is a bit big.
"A trumpet flower that swaggers in the wind." After finishing speaking, he strode away.
Yi Ci stood where he was, subconsciously scratching the back of his head: "What do you mean?"
"Hey - people laugh at you for being sentimental, idiot!" Zhong Ziang also passed by in a jersey, clacking the basketball in his hand.
Yi Ci's eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous look flashed past: "Are you eavesdropping on our speech?"
"This is a public place, OK? Is that called eavesdropping? I'm listening openly."
"Fucking—" Yi Ci rushed up and grabbed him by the collar.
Zhong Ziang's temper came up, and he was also not to be outdone.
Two handsome teenagers stared at each other with the same fierce eyes in a remote corner of the teaching building.
The sword is on the verge of breaking out, and the situation is like fire and water.
Zhong Ziang twitched the corners of his mouth, and his eyes mocked: "Isn't it just a loss? Why, can't you afford to lose?"
"Get out—" Yi Ci shook off him and clapped his hands, "I can't afford to lose? You're obviously playing dirty tricks, and you have the ability to do it like a man?"
Zhong Ziang smoothed his neckline: "Just do it, you think I'm afraid of you?!"
"Okay, this Saturday, at 9:30 in the morning, at the downtown stadium, whoever loses will be the grandson!"
…
Jiang Fuyue kept her word, and Jiang Han helped distribute leaflets. After school, she spent half an hour watching them do their homework.
"Change the place later."
"Ah?" Jiang Han paused, raised his head, his nostrils were still plugged with earplugs, "Why?"
"Are you going to squat in the toilet and do your homework?"
"Isn't it possible?" Jiang Han blinked, "How do you say it? Anyway, it probably means that the harsh environment can better exercise the mind, stimulate the potential, and then achieve success."
Jiang Fuyue: "..." The taste is really strong.
In the end, I changed to the ping-pong table in the playground, which was more spacious and tasteless.
Jiang Han muttered: "My harsh environment is gone, can I still succeed..."
Jiang Fuyue smiled: "You can run five laps before starting to do your homework. I believe there is nothing worse than this."
"..." Duck doesn't have to!
During the period, Jiang Han couldn't solve a question, so she thought about it and asked Jiang Fuyue.
The latter glanced up, added two auxiliary lines with a pen, and returned them to her.
Jiang Han watched silently for half a minute, then suddenly realized: "I understand—"
Jiang Fuyue continued to dig into the questions.
Jiang Han glanced secretly, those should be math test papers, and the reason for using the uncertain description of "should" is because she has never seen the above questions.
At least not on normal high school math papers.
In fact, she has always been curious, Jiang Fuyue is obviously very good, why does she deliberately pretend to be a scumbag, and always takes the lowest grade in the exam
"What are you looking at me for? Do your questions." The tone was cool.
Jiang Han hurriedly closed his eyes, feeling very good.
Suddenly, a basketball fell from the sky and hit the table tennis table...