[Strawberry WorldのJunior High School Part 2]
Lin Zhaoxi was sitting in front of the desk, in front of her was a composition paper spread out.
She stared at the small green squares for a while. According to the normal plot, she should not know what to write. But on the contrary, she wrote this small composition very smoothly, smoothly and in one go. It must be that the materials in life are too comprehensive, so there is no chance to get stuck.
The next day, she brought the written essay to school and chatted with Wang Bei.
Su Chen walked into the classroom and informed her that she would go to classroom 303 for a meeting at noon.
"At noon, I still want to sleep..." Lin Zhaoxi subconsciously said.
"The teacher-guided activity of the speech contest may be just a formality."
Lin Zhaoxi was surprised: "Is it so formal?"
Su Chen: "Most activities follow this process."
Remembering that Su Chen didn't seem to be in the classroom at noon every day, she hurriedly said, "Brother Chen is working hard."
"You worked hard yesterday too."
Lin Zhaoxi turned her head subconsciously. The blackboard at the back of the classroom was halfway through, and there was still a large blank space. She was quite embarrassed, so she quickly explained: "Yesterday...something happened suddenly...I must finish writing today."
"It's okay, take your time." After Su Chen finished speaking, she went out to do other things.
Wang Bei listened, showing a very gossiping expression: "What happened yesterday, did you stay with Miss Zhang to publish the blackboard newspaper?"
"And Teacher Gao..."
Classmate Wang Bei gasped: "Is it so miserable, what did they say, even you can't bear it?"
"What is Lian... I..." Lin Zhaoxi sucked on the jelly, shivering from the cold.
"You have a good temper."
"They just tortured me, did they have a crush on Pei Zhi?"
"Never mind their business?" Wang Bei glared at her, then glanced at the gossiping girls at the back of the classroom, "Don't be so stupid as to admit that Zhang Mingming is sick in this respect."
Thinking of Pei Zhi's calm and composed appearance walking on the street last night, Lin Zhaoxi suddenly didn't care much about these things: "It doesn't seem to make any difference whether you admit it or not." She asked with a smile, "You said that Pei Zhi's judging committee won't be here at noon today. Woolen cloth?"
—
As a result... still nothing...
After eating a bowl of wontons at noon, Lin Zhaoxi walked into small classroom 303 with her speech, feeling overwhelmed.
But when she walked into the classroom, she realized that there was no one in the classroom for the meeting.
There was only one handsome boy sitting at the front. Although he was not Pei Zhi, Lin Zhaoxi still wanted to whistle.
"Hello?" she greeted softly.
The boy raised his head suddenly, his eyes were big, his hair was slightly curly, his double eyelids were extremely deep, like a mixed race.
"I'm here for a meeting..." Lin Zhaoxi said.
"There's no need for a meeting," the boy said.
"Eh?"
"You want to have a meeting so much, don't you want to go back and take a nap?"
"I want to sleep." Lin Zhaoxi was very honest.
The boy thought she was very interesting, and said, "Just hand in your speech, and a teacher will help you revise it."
"Is it really going to change?"
"No." The boy was also very, very honest, "It just looks like a teacher has taught you, so you can pick it up at noon tomorrow."
"oh."
Lin Zhaoxi put down the speech directly, and only then did she notice that there was a stack of manuscripts on the table, and everyone had come and handed them in.
The boy took her small essay, glanced at the name, and raised his head curiously: "Are you Lin Zhaoxi?"
"Yeah?" Lin Zhaoxi looked at him, "You know me, am I so famous?"
The boy shook his head with a smile, and continued to be honest: "No."
"It's shocking."
"I know." He still smiled, a little meaningfully.
—
Hanamaki walked slowly to the teacher's office with the speech script.
The reason why the speech contest had to go through this cutscene was that some students in the last class spoke in public about something that was not very good.
But in fact, if others want to talk about it, who can stop it
Hanamaki knocked on the teacher's office, and sure enough, the teacher in charge of the speech contest said that he could just take it back and read it again.
So he completed the task and returned to the classroom.
It was sunny at noon, and Pei Zhi sat at the end of the classroom, basking in the sun, with earphones plugged into his ears, and was in a state of isolation as usual.
Hanamaki sat down next to him, put down the stack of speech papers, and asked, "How about Brother Pei, are you interested in doing some Chinese work at noon today?"
Pei Zhi pulled off an earphone, waiting for his request.
"Will you review the speech for the speech contest on Friday?"
After Pei Zhi finished listening, he plugged the earphones back and continued to do his own thing.
Hanamaki glanced at his draft paper, it was written like a heavenly book, she quickly turned her eyes away and looked at her own things.
He looked at it for a while, however, and then started rubbing his eyes.
Since the theme of this speech event is relatively "traditional"... the speech scripts are also the same.
He even saw two identical stories.
When he was a child with poor academic performance, his father took him up the mountain to pick mushrooms, but there were no mushrooms on the mountain, so his father took him to pick wild jujubes to sell in the market, and the money he sold was exchanged for mushrooms.
He wrote crookedly on the paper: "It is recommended to pick mushrooms with xx classmate xx and his father."
Pei Zhi glanced at him, and suddenly said, "Too sharp."
"Aren't you not watching?"
"Just saw it."
"I know, so I used a pencil." Huajuan said, erasing the complaints and writing something serious.
He continued to look down, the next speech was written on a composition book, and a cartoon pig was drawn on the cover. The content is not very long, but he read it from the beginning to the end, and he was a little fascinated.
"Why can you explore things you don't know?" After reading it, he asked Pei Zhi deeply.
Pei Zhi didn't speak, moved the draft paper over a bit, and drew a square on the paper.
Hanamaki was surprised: "How do you know?"
"Because this sentence is very important in the history of mathematics, the child slave asked Socrates this question, and inspired by it, the square root of 2 appeared."
Hanamaki: "..."
"how?"
"Student Lin Zhaoxi's father also said this." He said as he handed over the speech that he had just received.
Unlike other speeches, Lin Zhaoxi wrote a short composition in which her father told her math stories. There was no sensational content from the beginning to the end, but it was very vivid. It was rare for Pei Zhi to read it.
Hanamaki didn't care about him any more, and read the rest of the stuff.
After he finished flipping through the last speech, Pei Zhi returned Lin Zhaoxi's notebook.
How long have you watched it
Hanamaki opened the book and was shocked.
Lin Zhaoxi's speech was actually revised carefully by Pei Zhi.
Pei Zhi carefully marked out the details in the article with a pencil, not only changed the descriptions of the two formulas, but also corrected typos and grammatical errors...
"Didn't you say you didn't want to watch it?" Hanamaki widened her eyes.
"I never said that." Pei Zhisai returned the earphones.
Hanajuan looked at Pei Zhi's side face, and was stunned. Recalling, Pei Zhi's classmate just ignored him, as if he hadn't really spoken.
—
Hanamaki expressed regret for not being able to say that Pei Zhi was "duplicity".
But at noon on Friday, he sat in small classroom 303 with a very delicate heart, waiting for Lin Zhaoxi to come over to pick up the text.
The girl came a bit late, and it looked like she was out of school for dinner.
In order to greet her and get closer, Hanamaki still asked her: "Have you eaten at noon?"
Lin Zhaoxi smiled and replied, "I ate."
"what did you eat?"
"Wonton, the one in Old Street, it's so good, I'm going to eat it for three days in a row." She introduced it to him lively.
Hanamaki continued to laugh, and he handed back Lin Zhaoxi's composition, thinking in his mind that the hobbies are the same, and it really suits Pei Zhi.
Lin Zhaoxi took the composition text, turned around and wanted to leave.
Hanamaki hurriedly called people to stop: "Wait!"
"Anything else?"
I don't want to miss the chance to see the drama...
Hanamaki "coughed": "Let's look at the revision now, if you have any questions, you can ask."
Lin Zhaoxi nodded, and opened the composition text curiously.
A look of surprise first appeared on her face, and just as Hanamaki was about to hear her exclamation, she found that the girl's expression calmed down, and she read the book seriously.
In the end, Hanamaki saw her raise her head, and heard her say earnestly: "The teacher is so serious in grading, please help me to thank the teacher."
Actually not a teacher.
Hanajuan was very proud, he "coughed" again and drew out the tone, just about to tell Lin Zhaoxi the truth.
At this moment, someone suddenly appeared at the door of the classroom. The student looked serious and said, "Lin Zhaoxi, Teacher Gao asked you to come over."
—
On the way to the teacher's office, Lin Zhaoxi's mind was full of the revised speech.
She was actually very surprised. Everyone said it was just going through the motions, but she didn't expect the teacher to help her revise it carefully. This rigorous attitude is very admirable.
When she got to the teacher's office, the atmosphere was very delicate, Gao Xuan hesitated to speak, and she realized that she just forgot to ask what happened.
"Student Lin Zhaoxi." Gao Xuan said.
"ah?"
"It's like this. Teacher Feng, our class teacher, is not here today, so Teacher Ma from Class 1 came to me with a problem, and I need you to solve it."
Lin Zhaoxi was baffled, she recalled the seat of teacher Ma, the head teacher of the first class, and when she looked over, she found that Teacher Ma's face was stiff, as if she looked down on her.
Since the teacher in charge is not here, she replied tactfully: "Then you can talk about me after Teacher Feng comes back."
"Slick tongue, no repentance!"
Lin Zhaoxi was a little confused and aggrieved by this pair of idioms.
Gao Xuan was very helpless, took out a letter from the drawer, put it in front of her, and said in a low voice: "I asked you yesterday and you still didn't tell the truth, did you write a love letter to Pei Zhi?"
"No." Lin Zhaoxi lowered her head and found that it was a pink letter paper.
Gao Xuan said softly: "The school prohibits puppy love. I'm your age, and I like other boys, but generally I try to restrain myself..."
"I never wrote a love letter." Lin Zhaoxi interrupted her directly.
Gao Xuan's face turned cold.
"Ms. Ma, the head teacher of Class 1, said directly: "If I don't study well, I will affect other students. What are you thinking?" "
"I really didn't write it..." Lin Zhaoxi said angrily, "If you don't believe me, you can check the handwriting."
"What handwriting is checked against the printed thing?"
Lin Zhaoxi frowned, picked up the pink letter from the table and opened it, it was indeed a love letter.
It describes her love for Pei Zhi, the content is very similar to the excerpt from the Internet, and the words are embarrassing.
At the end of the love letter, her name was clearly written.
The evidence was conclusive, but after reading it, Lin Zhaoxi calmly put away the letter: "Why do you say that I wrote the printed things?"
"What you do yourself, Ma Pingping interjects: I know it well."
"So, Pei Zhi personally handed over this letter to you, saying that I wrote it to him?" Lin Zhaoxi asked.
"You still care about this kind of thing until now, you are a girl, do you have any sense of shame?"
"Writing a love letter is a matter of heart. If I want to write it, why don't I write it myself?"
Gao Xuan asked back: "Who would wrong you for this kind of thing?"
Having said that, Lin Zhaoxi glanced at her.
Her eyes were clear and calm, she was just a female junior high school student, but Gao Xuan seemed to hear her sneering - "What do you think?".
After that, Lin Zhaoxi no longer defended herself.
She stood where she was, no matter what Teacher Ma or anyone else said, she didn't say a word.
"You are also a person who wants face, so the teacher will keep it a secret for you. Study hard and don't harass classmate Pei Zhi anymore, is that okay?"
Gao Xuan concluded his speech with this sentence, Lin Zhaoxi curled his lips, bowed mockingly, turned his head and left the office.
From the beginning to the end, his back was straight, and he didn't want to repent at all.
—
On the empty corridor, Lin Zhaoxi kept walking, and unknowingly, she climbed to the top floor of the teaching building.
She randomly found a step and sat down without thinking about anything. She hugged her knees and suppressed the unbearable tears in her eyes.
She pinched her face.
Tell yourself that it wasn't her fault she acted well just now.
The only thing that is not handsome enough is that he didn't admit it openly. If we meet again in the future, he must not be cowardly.
After comforting herself, Lin Zhaoxi calmed down a lot.
The revised speech was still on the floor, and she took it and put it on her lap.
Instead of thinking about those unhappy things, it is better to do something serious.
So she silently read the revised speech again from beginning to end.
The wind blew across her cheeks, and the air smelled of sweet-scented osmanthus in autumn, and her eyes fell on the last sentence.
That sentence didn't have any comments and revisions, but Lin Zhaoxi always felt that the teacher who helped her revise this manuscript seemed to be staring at it for a long time.
"Compared with the beauty of exploring the unknown, most of the bad luck in the world is no longer important."
Lin Zhaoxi sat on the steps of the empty corridor where no one was there, opened the composition text, and silently recited this sentence.
Forcing a mental... victory...
—
Before the speech contest started, Pei Zhi went to the teacher's office.
The teachers and a few female students got together to talk, but they didn't realize that he was there.
"Ms. Ma, don't be angry. I found that you are a bit of a mother-in-law mentality. It's normal for girls to like Pei so much."
"I don't have any shame at all, what I wrote!"
"Mr. Ma, don't be angry. In fact, many of our classmates like Pei Zhi, but Lin Zhaoxi is more bold."
After Pei Zhi finished putting away his things, his footsteps paused.
The teacher and the girls all looked over.
"Is Pei Zhi here?"
"Why didn't you knock on the door when you came in?"
Pei Zhi bent over, several teachers spread out and returned to their seats, only the trainee teacher was sitting on the seat, collecting something.
Turning the route, Pei Zhi walked over and found that she was folding a piece of paper and stuffing it into the envelope on the table.
Bowing his head, the words "to: Classmate Peizhi" were written on the pink envelope.
"My letter?" Pei Zhi asked.
"Not so good, the teacher has already dealt with it."
"Can I have a look?"
Gao Xuan was stunned, and Zhang Mingming was also stunned, but the words "Pei Zhi" were printed on the envelope, what could they say
The boy pressed his hand on the envelope, with slender fingers, and neatly opened the letter she had just folded.
Pei Zhi read it quickly. The exaggerated words and phrases throughout the "Love Letter" seemed to be excerpted from the Internet, and they were completely different from the style of the speech.
After reading it, he paused on the signed name, not knowing why this happened to her.
Gao Xuan sat on the chair, Zhang Mingming stood beside him, and they all began to observe Pei Zhi's expression at the same time.
There was neither disgust nor a smile on the boy's face. He looked very calm and sober. He read love letters as seriously as he read textbooks, and his temperament and self-cultivation were extremely good.
Gao Xuan and Zhang Mingming's mood for watching a good show gradually faded away.
The boy saw the end, stuffed the love letter into the envelope at a steady speed, and put the letter in his school uniform pocket under everyone's gaze.
"Student Peizhi, what are you... doing?" Zhang Mingming couldn't help interjecting.
"I accept the letter written to me."
Simple and neat answer.
Looking at the boy's slender and peaceful eyes, at that moment, Zhang Mingming had the embarrassing feeling of being slapped.
—
When I returned to the lecture hall from the office, the venue for the speech contest had already been set up.
Pei Zhi sat down on the student jury table and sat there all afternoon.
The contestants came to the stage one by one, but the applause of the venue gradually dimmed because of almost the same stories.
Until Lin Zhaoxi came to power.
The girl bowed first, and then pulled the microphone on the stage: "The topic of my speech today is the same as everyone else's, it is my father. But my father is a little different because he is a single father."
The girl smiled and did not hide her family situation.
She must have been trained by the teacher, and her eyes were still a little swollen, but the corners of her mouth could not help but rise because of excitement, and she looked very energetic.
Pei Zhi sat on the chair and raised his head slightly.
Listen to her tell the stories of her childhood experience in very simple sentences; tell those things that he has already seen, but listening to her say it, it becomes more interesting.
A sweet voice came from the speakers, and there was some buzzing.
15-year-old Lin Zhaoxi didn't know.
The boy she would like for a long time in the future once sat under the stage and watched her quietly for a long time.
And the "love letter" that made her cry out because of grievances was also put in his pocket properly.
All the thoughts of her girlhood have already been conveyed through a special form.