The dean's name is Feng Mao, who was newly transferred this semester.
The new official took office three times, and he was very keen on discipline. He didn't eat breakfast, and stood in front of the teaching building for fifteen minutes with a loudspeaker in hand, and finally caught the typical Yingjiao.
Knowing that he was in Class No. 7 of Senior Two, Feng Mao took him directly to the Science Office of No. 2 Senior High, and pushed him in front of Teacher Liu: "Is this from your class?"
Teacher Liu was eating steamed buns, and when he saw the two, he frowned, "Yes."
He stood up, pushed the office chair aside, glanced at Jing Ci, and said in a deep voice, "What happened to the two of them?"
"This—" Feng Mao pointed at Yingjiao: "I was caught for not wearing a school uniform." He turned around and pulled Jing Ci up, sneering: "As for this one, he said that he would testify to his friend that he did not wear a school uniform." The school uniform is dirty clothes."
Hearing that it wasn't a fight or skipping class, Teacher Liu breathed a sigh of relief: "Director, don't worry, I'll let him go back to wear his school uniform."
Feng Mao was very dissatisfied with his gentle attitude. He patted the table and said, "Mr. Liu, the students in your class should be in charge! Students must wear school uniforms, this is a rule! As long as they are in school, they must Shou! It's not like I said that an unorganized and undisciplined person like him will be prison material in the future!"
He looked at Jing Ci: "This is not a good product either! You can tell a lie as soon as you can, and you can tell that you have no morals!"
Yingjiao raised his eyelids and glanced at him.
Feng Mao was infuriated by his stare: "What are you looking at? Why? Are you not convinced? Did the teacher say something wrong? Where's your school uniform? Why don't you wear it?!"
Yingjiao leaned on the desk lazily and lazily said, "It's dirty."
Feng Mao exploded in an instant: "Teacher Liu, look at the students in your class! What kind of attitude is this?! Is it reasonable not to wear a school uniform? Just like this, you still have to take the college entrance examination? Take the fart! Go home with your schoolbag!"
Yingjiao raised his lips, stood up straight, turned around and left.
"You—" Feng Mao was furious: "What's wrong with you, student?! Stop! Where are you going?!"
Yingjiao didn't turn his head back, completely ignoring Feng Mao behind him: "Go home with your schoolbag."
Feng Mao ran two steps forward: "Come back, come back! Do you hear me?!"
"Sorry, the materials in our prison never go back."
The other teachers who were eavesdropping in the office couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.
Feng Mao was so angry that he fell on his back and almost fainted on the spot.
"You! You have made a serious mistake! You still have to write a 3,000-word self-criticism! When the flag is raised on Monday, stand on the podium and read it in front of all the teachers and students in the school!"
"No!" Before Yingjiao could speak, Teacher Liu suddenly jumped up as if stung by a bee: "Yingjiao can't go to the review!"
The last time he punished Yingjiao like this, he abruptly turned the self-criticism into a personal speech meeting.
During the period, there was thunderous applause and screams. Teacher Liu has no doubts that if he hadn't dragged him down halfway, he would even be able to go down and sign autographs for the students.
I thought of Yingjiao standing on the podium with a handsome face, slowly saying to the students below who came to sign: "Don't worry, take your time, come one by one, everyone has a share."
Teacher Liu's eyes went dark for a moment.
He repeatedly emphasized: "You can't go to review."
Feng Mao thought that he wanted to protect the students in his class, so he was about to break up with him with a dark face. Suddenly blessed to the heart, remembered the name Yingjiao.
Those glorious events that had been heard of were immediately matched with the people in front of them.
Forget about anything else, it is said that his family background is strong, and he beat the teacher
Feng Mao weighed himself and Yingjiao's physique, and hesitated.
He pressed his fist to his lips, coughed, and found a way out for himself: "It's fine if you don't criticize, you take care of the students in your class! These days, the leaders of the Education Bureau will come to inspect, and the students must dress uniformly! "
Teacher Liu nodded, agreed with him, and finally sent him out of the office.
As soon as he turned around, the smile on Teacher Liu's face disappeared. He looked at Jing Ci and said as kindly as possible: "You go back to your self-study, this matter has nothing to do with you."
Jing Ci heaved a sigh of relief, smiled at Teacher Liu with some embarrassment, opened the door of the office and left.
Facing Yingjiao, Teacher Liu didn't have such a good temper.
"Come with me," Teacher Liu said with a dark face, pulling Yingjiao into a corner of the corridor, and said with a headache, "Your temper—can't you restrain your temper? Yes, his words are not pleasant, but after all It's the director, so why don't you just bear it? Do you think you are angry with him?"
Ying Jiao casually leaned on the window sill, raised his eyes and smiled: "Am I mad at him? Didn't I follow what he said?"
"You!" Teacher Liu was so blocked by him that he couldn't speak, his head was heavy: "Tell me, why don't you wear a school uniform?"
Teacher Liu has taught Yingjiao for more than a year and knows him very well.
Knowing that although he doesn't like to study, he is not like other poor students, who is trying his best to show off. As long as you don't offend him, Yingjiao is easy to manage.
"The clothes are really dirty." Yingjiao spread his hands: "I lived in school last night, so I didn't change the laundry."
"You..." Mr. Liu rubbed the center of his brows: "Well, I'll find you an idle one..."
"I don't wear other people's clothes." Yingjiao interrupted him.
"There are so many stinky problems!" Teacher Liu was so angry that he wanted to go up to him and give him a blow: "Then what do you want to do? Fight against the director? Our class only has a few points left this week, let's continue." Hold it down, don't you think so, I can't afford to lose that person!"
"How can it be?" Yingjiao laughed, and patted Teacher Liu on the back, "Don't be angry, I'll send someone to bring the school uniform over."
"Not in a hurry!"
Yingjiao took out his phone and sent a message.
Teacher Liu glared at him, pretending not to see it.
"My dirty school uniform can no longer be worn, and I need to buy a new one." Yingjiao put away his mobile phone and said to Teacher Liu, "Can you register for me?"
"Okay." Teacher Liu waved his hand: "I'll contact the faculty and staff later, so I can send it to you as soon as possible."
After finishing the business, Teacher Liu was about to let him go back when Yingjiao suddenly said, "Teacher, I want to change my seat."
Teacher Liu looked at him warily: "Where are you going to change?"
Yingjiao curled his lips into a smile: "Jing Ci's deskmate."
Teacher Liu frowned: "When did the relationship between you two get so good?"
"We must study together, make progress together, and win glory for Class Seven. Kill 211, surpass 985, and create the myth of provincial experimentation."
Teacher Liu:"… "
Teacher Liu: "... speak human language."
Yingjiao chuckled: "Man's friendship comes so quickly."
Teacher Liu couldn't bear it anymore, and his head burst into a shudder: "I don't have time to hang out with you! You go back to class!"
"Then about changing seats...?"
Teacher Liu felt his eyes hurt when he saw him now: "Jing Ci agrees."
Ying Jiao returned to the classroom leisurely, and when passing by Jing Ci, he found that he was writing English. Those stiff letters are smooth and beautiful in his pen, even if he has never seen the characters of Jingci before, Yingjiao doesn't think that the person who never reads would write such characters.
He pulled out his chair and sat down, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Whether it's the curious thing itself or this unexpected person, he feels full of interest.
He finally found some entertainment when he was bored, and he couldn't let it go easily.
"What are you thinking, smiling so lasciviously?" He Porridge leaned over and joked, "Could it be that Brother Jiao has finally taken a fancy to a girl and wants to fall in love?"
Before Yingjiao could speak, Zheng Que rolled his eyes: "Don't talk nonsense, isn't brother Jiao asexual?"
He Porridge chuckled: "Yes, yes, I was wrong."
Yingjiao is good-looking, and has followed a large group of suitors since junior high school, both boys and girls.
But Yingjiao never looked at them more, nor was he tempted by any of them. Over time, friends who played well with him made fun of him as asexual.
"None of your business." Yingjiao threw a piece of chewing gum into his mouth, and impatiently pushed away He Congee's big face: "It's blocking the light, let's start."
He Porridge was serious with him: "Why is it none of my business? If you really have a sister-in-law, can I not go to see her?"
Yingjiao sneered and glanced at him: "What are you doing? Go kowtow?"
"You!" He Porridge was so angry that he simply turned around and ignored him.
Different from the noisy evening self-study, the morning self-study in Class 7 is very quiet, most people lie on the table to catch up on sleep, occasionally fancy snoring can be heard.
Therefore, the movement of Yingjiao and the others seemed extraordinarily large, and Jing Ci couldn't help but glance back.
"Hey," Li Zhou couldn't hold back this morning, Jing Ci was reading seriously, and didn't talk to him at all, finally saw Jing Ci stopped writing, and immediately came over: "You read it all morning, can you understand? "
Jing Ci nodded: "Yes."
Li Zhou chuckled, glanced at him, and said in disbelief, "Just blow it."
Jing Ci smiled and said nothing.
"Where are we going for lunch today?" Li Zhou asked Jing Ci, "Do you still order takeaway?"
The provincial experiment does not allow students to order takeaway, but there are policies and countermeasures. After several months of study, these people from Class 2 and 7 of Senior High School finally found a weak spot in the corner of the west wall of the school, and succeeded in occupying the mountain as king, developing it into an exclusive place for Class 7 to take out food.
Jing Ci looked up at the wall clock on the wall. It was only less than eight o'clock, so he was thinking about having lunch.
He shook his head: "No order, I'll go to a cafeteria to eat."
Li Zhou thought for a while: "Then I'll go too, I'm tired of takeaway." He bumped Jing Ci's shoulder and told him: "Then hurry up and ring the bell after school. There are too many, if you don’t hurry up, you won’t be able to grab it.”
Jing Ci nodded and agreed: "Okay."
The four classes in the morning were Physics, English, Mathematics, and Chemistry. Jing Ci listened very carefully to each class.
The provincial experiment is indeed the best high school in the province. The high school he was in before was good enough, but the teachers are still incomparable with the provincial experiment.
The more Jing Ci listened, the more excited he became, thinking that this was probably God's greatest compensation for him after passing through the book.
Several teachers had been told by Mr. Liu, and they didn't believe that Jing Ci would be improved, but now they were very relieved to see him looking up and listening to the class seriously.
The chemistry teacher is the short and fat man who held Teacher Liu in the office before. His surname is Wang. He has a very good temper and a good heart. Fearing that Jing Ci would not understand, he deliberately explained it a little more carefully.
Jing Ci was very keen on knowledge, seeing the teacher changing his lecture style while looking in his direction, he felt warm in his heart.
Even if he had learned all the things the teacher said before, he still listened very carefully.
As soon as the bell rang for the last class in the morning, Li Zhou hurriedly dragged Jing Ci to the outside: "Hurry up, or you won't be able to catch it!"
"Day, every time I go to a cafeteria, it's like an Olympic competition."
Jing Ji was also surprised by the army of runners on the playground, which had never happened in his previous school: "Do you run like this every day?"
"Otherwise?" Li Zhou raised his pants: "It's not like you don't know that every time you queue up to the end, everything is gone."
As Li Zhou said, the speed under his feet became faster and faster, and Jing Ci couldn't even keep up.
Li Zhou thought he was slow: "I'll run first! Go take a seat." Panting heavily, he turned his head and said to Jing Ci: "You, you go to window No. 9 to find me when the time comes, and join my team!"
Jing Ji couldn't breathe as soon as he spoke, so he nodded in response.
At this time, Yingjiao was walking towards the classroom, the driver at home brought his school uniform, and the aunt who cooked the rice brought him a meal by the way.
He was carrying his school uniform in one hand and a thermos bucket in the other, avoiding the students running towards the cafeteria, and was about to turn to the path when his eyes suddenly paused.
On the opposite side, Jing Ci was running towards this side with his head sullen, his cheeks were flushed, and he looked extraordinarily youthful.
He pursed his lips, turned his feet immediately, and walked straight to the opposite of Jing Ci.
Jing Ci was running forward desperately, and suddenly felt dark in front of his eyes, as if he had encountered some obstacle, but it was too late to stop at this moment, even though he tried his best to control it, he still bumped into it.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Jing Ci immediately apologized.
A familiar voice came from above his head, low and teasing: "Who is this? You are very skilled in throwing yourself into your arms."