new week.
It was past 7:30, and only half of the seats in the class were sparsely filled.
"It's Monday again! Why is it Monday again? Where are my Saturdays and Sundays?" Wei Heping wailed, holding his head and looking up at the Monday class schedule that the study committee had just written on the edge of the blackboard, "Damn it, the first period Math in class!"
He immediately turned around and grabbed the edge of the back table: "Squad leader, borrow my math homework to copy! Help!"
Xu Wenyang was taken aback by him, and felt a little helpless: "Didn't you write it... Lao Lin has arranged two papers, which one do you want?"
Wei Heping said furiously: "I haven't finished writing it yet! Let me copy it all, good people will live a safe life!"
"Okay...then just wait, I'll look for it."
With half an hour left before class, Wei Heping couldn't sit still because of the burn, and looked around anxiously.
Jiang Huai entered the front door with his schoolbag on his shoulders.
This Monday, I wore a school uniform with a single braid tied behind my head. He is good-looking, and he often doesn't smile, as if he would cool off. When Wei Heping saw Jiang Huai for the first time in junior high school, he felt that this man was like a frozen iron rod, cold outside and hard inside.
real man.
After entering high school, he became an iron rod wrapped in a quilt, sleeping every day.
Wei Heping remembered the message Jiang Huai sent him yesterday, and quickly waved: "Brother Huai!"
Jiang Huai stopped at his place.
Wei Heping: "Did you really do your math homework?"
Jiang Huai nodded.
Wei Heping was astonished as if he had discovered that Jiang Huai had deviated from the law of the strong and secretly fell in love: "Why did you remember to do math homework? Are you finally going to change your mind and start a new life?"
Jiang Huai glanced at the math paper on Wei Heping's desk that had just written two multiple-choice questions, and said with a sneer: "Go away, go and make up your math homework."
Go to the penultimate row.
The students in the penultimate row have already arrived. The classmate raised his eyes from the book, and bent his mouth towards Jiang Huai.
Jiang Huai turned a blind eye and sat back in his seat. As soon as Lin Fei entered the door, he brought up the old account of last Friday: "...you are capable, you don't write your homework, you don't bring your textbooks, what are you doing in school? Politics is not a class? You only entered the science class for a few days You can’t find the north, can you?”
You don't need to guess to know that the political teacher is guaranteed to file a complaint with Lin Fei.
"You don't do your homework, right? Your politics teacher will check your political homework, and I will check your math homework." Lin Fei pointed to the first row, "Wang Jing, you go and collect your homework one by one. Those who haven't done their homework will stand up consciously... Otherwise, I will check the homework." Get out of here if you haven't stood up yet."
In the first class on Monday, the head teacher got angry, and the rest was so quiet that a needle could be heard.
Wang Jing started collecting homework from the first row.
Liu Chang's complexion is not very good... He just came back from home to reflect, he did a shitty math homework.
Wang Jing went about her business as usual: "What about homework?"
"I didn't come last week, and I don't know about the math homework..." Liu Chang lowered his voice and waved his hands back, "Don't check on me, you can check on someone else."
Wang Jing hesitated for a moment: "Stand up first, and explain to the teacher yourself later."
Liu Chang stared: "Didn't I say that I..."
Lin Fei roared: "Liu Chang go out and stand!"
Liu Chang: "..."
Wei Heping in the second row obediently stood up without waiting for Wang Jing to come.
On the first weekend of school, it was pretty smooth, and the class teacher stood up four or five times for his homework. To make an example to others, Liu Chang was kicked out, and everyone else stood up consciously.
With seven homework, Jiang Huai wrote mathematics.
When giving the math homework to Wang Jing, Jiang Huai obviously felt Lin Fei's eyes swept over him.
Lin Fei took two stacks of math papers from Wang Jing, checked them all, rolled them up and put them under his armpits: "Everyone who didn't do their homework will come out with me."
As soon as Lao Lin went out, there was a lot of noise in the class, as if everyone was alive after a catastrophe.
But Jiang Huai didn't speak, didn't whisper to each other... Zhao Tianqing at the same table went to the gym training, and there was no one to make him whisper to each other at the back table.
As usual, he spread a book on the table, took out his earplugs, and got ready for bed.
But with a "snap", a pen on the back table suddenly fell to the ground, and Gululu rolled to a stop beside the leg of Jianghuai's stool.
Jiang Huai squeezed his earplugs and looked down at the pen on the side of the stool leg.
He leaned over, picked it up, and passed it back between his fingers without looking back.
The pen was slowly withdrawn from between his fingers: "Thank you."
Jiang Huai didn't speak.
The metal hook of the pen cap clicked lightly: "Front desk, don't you have anything to say to me?"
It takes a lot of effort to hold a pen.
Jiang Huai simply turned his head, put the pen on Bo Jian's desk, and raised his eyes: "What did you say?"
Bo Jian curled the corners of his lips: "For example, thank you?"
Jiang Huai: "I'll pick up a pen for you, thank you?"
"It's not picking up the pen." Bo Jian said slowly, "I urged you to finish your math homework. Today, you were not kicked out by Mr. Lin... Shouldn't you thank me?"
Bo Jian seemed to want to be called "Lin Fei" habitually, but changed his name to "Mr. Lin" who was full of the sourness of a good student.
Jiang Huai smiled and asked: "There are fifty-four questions in the two papers, which one is not done by me? What am I thanking you for?"
Bo Jian lowered his eyelashes: "It's a little encouragement for your back desk."
JAC: "..."
Bo Jian: "Give it?"
Jiang Huai felt that this person might be mentally ill: "Thank you?"
Looking at the shape of Bo Jian's mouth, he probably wanted to say "You're welcome", but before he could say anything, there was a roar at the door: "Jiang Huai, what are you whispering behind?!"
Jiang Huai turned around, Lin Fei was standing at the door, his eyes were burning.
JAC: "..."
Lin Fei pointed at him: "Stand up!"
Jiang Huai stood up.
Lin Fei asked: "What did you just say?"
Jiang Huai did not speak.
Lin Fei's anger shifted: "Bo Jian, what did Jiang Huai say to you just now?"
Jiang Huai didn't turn his head, he heard the sound of the stool at the back table hitting the ground. He raised his hand and said lazily, "Teacher, I picked up a pen for him without saying anything."
"Pick up the pen, pick up the pen. What are you talking about when you pick up the pen? Can't you keep your mouth shut?" Lin Fei was furious, and pointed with his finger, "Go out and reflect on half a class."
He paused for a moment: "Bo Jian is also going out."
There was a small uproar in the class.
It is equivalent to Chairman Bo, who brought his own gold medal to avoid death, and was kicked out of class twice a week. He was reported once by Jianghuai, and once was picked up by Jianghuai.
These two people are not quite right.
The one who didn't do his homework just came in with his tail between his legs, and the two bosses in the back row took over.
With a funeral face on his face, Jiang Huai went to lean against the window in the corridor.
Two minutes later, he suddenly recalled, and squinted at Bo Jian: "Chairman Bo, you didn't throw that pen beside my stool on purpose, did you?"
The sun was shining on the side of Chairman Bo's face, and the years were quiet.
He said, "Guess what?"
JAC: "..."
Jiang Huai: "Bo Jian, if this was not at school, you would be gone now."
Bo Jian tilted his head and moved his lips: "Really. It's okay, I will forgive you."
"... your mother."
Bo Jian shook his head politely: "No."
"..."
After studying for so many years, Jiang Huai had the urge to ask the head teacher to change his seat for the first time. Jiang Huai took a deep breath, turned around and left. Go to the toilet and wash his face, he doesn't want to see Bogou's face now.
Ten minutes later, Lin Fei calmed down, and came out again to call the two people who were standing in the east corner of the corridor and the other in the west corner of the corridor. Wei Heping waited by his table.
Jianghuai had already stood up, but when he heard Chairman Bo's speech at the flag-raising ceremony, he sat back and said, "No."
Wei Heping: "..."
After the flag raising ceremony, Lin Fei met Bo Jian in the corridor.
It's autumn, it's a little cold today, Bo Jian is wearing the school's autumn school uniform jacket. But it’s not like other students who open their arms openly and casually. They pull the zipper casually, roll up the sleeves when it’s hot, and put on a coat when it’s cold. In place, the cuffs are clean and the school summer shirts are still inside.
Bo Jian is a student who has nothing to worry about from the teacher.
He nodded to Lin Fei and said politely, "Hi, teacher."
Lin Fei thought for a while, then hooked his hand to Bo Jian: "Come here."
When Bo Jian came over, Lin Fei asked, "Bo Jian, do you...have a bad relationship with Jianghuai?"
Bo Jian looked a little surprised: "No."
Lin Fei frowned suspiciously: "Really?"
When he went to ask people to go back to the classroom, the two of them quickly separated by a corridor. One squatted at the corner of the front door of Class 1, and the other stood at the back door of Class 2. Does this seem to be a good relationship
The corners of Bo Jian's lips curled slightly: "Teacher, Jiang Huai and I... get along very happily." The fourth quarter is geography class. The geography teacher just flipped through the knowledge points of calligraphy and painting on the top, and turned a blind eye to what the students were doing below as long as they didn't speak.
Help me up Lang: There is a treat at noon, are you coming
Jiang Huai stretched his waist and typed a few words.
The real powerhouse: who please
Help me get up: I don’t know, buddies in the “Prodigal Son Turns Back Money” group, please don’t take money, just vote for an Omega from Class 7.
The real strong man: what is it if the prodigal son turns back and does not exchange money
Help me up Lang: Didn't you add it? ? It's the Alpha group from No. 2 Middle School! !
The real powerhouse: None added. don't go. Do not vote.
Help me up waves: ...
Help me up Lang: Free lunch, really don't want it? One vote, eat whatever you want, hot pot buffet!
The real strong man: I have something to do at noon. don't look for me.
Jiang Huai quit WeChat, took off the earplugs and replaced them with headphones. There are still 15 minutes until get out of class ends, but it will take at least an hour to wait until the teaching building is emptied.
Jiang Huai adjusted the first pure music, put the phone back on the table, and fell asleep again.
Bo Jian rested his head boredly, staring at the front table in one morning, and began to sleep for the third time.
Chen Fengze sent a message: "I'm going to have a meal with my girlfriend at noon, chairman, can you hand in a document to the director for me?"
Bo Jian looked at it for a while, then replied two words: "No."
Chen Fengze: "Don't, don't. Do me a favor, Chairman, it's not that I'm being lazy, Yang Chen is going to eat a meal, and the meal was invited by the Alpha group at the school, and all the fucking Alphas who went there are Alphas, so I won't accompany her to the afternoon I'll be green when I come back, do me a favor, the director can stay with you for half an hour at most."
Bo Jian didn't return.
But instead of persuading his girlfriend not to go, Chen Fengze felt that he still had something to do with Bo Jian: "Brother, please, just send me a document. Whatever you want me to do, just mention it."
BJ: Am I not going home at noon
Handsome Xiao Chen: Why don't you...don't come back
Handsome Xiao Chen: I'll bring you food!
Bo Jian does not return.
Handsome Xiao Chen: Just tell me what meal to bring, Xiao Chen will take out the food, and I will buy it for you even after traveling all over S City!
Chen Fengze waited anxiously for a long time.
BJ: You don't have to go far, just buy a grilled fish nearby. No chili, no prickly ash, no pepper, no shredded ginger, no shredded green onion, no minced garlic, no fish with thorns, no raw oil, the taste is lighter.
BJ: For the staple food, don’t eat rice noodles, steamed buns, or pasta with stuffing. If you bring noodles, don’t bring them to me.
Handsome Xiao Chen:
BJ: You can say no.
Class ends at 11:50, and by the time Bo Jian comes out of the director's office, it's already past 12:30.
The teaching building fell silent, only the sound of him stepping on the stairs. Passing through the corridor, most of the classes are empty, and occasionally a few go out of the teaching building together.
Bo Jian went down to the first floor and went to the men's room.
As soon as he entered the door, there was a male classmate pouring water there, Bo Jian glanced at it, and went straight into the partition.
After a while, "Boom", the students outside went out first after urinating.
But Bo Jian didn't leave in a hurry after draining the water, and tidied up the school uniform meticulously, from pants to jacket. The phone vibrated in his pocket.
Handsome Xiao Chen: Wait a minute, I'll go back to school at one o'clock.
BJ: Oh.
Handsome Xiao Chen: The Japanese-style grilled fish I ordered for you has no chili or pepper, no garlic or ginger, the original taste, are you satisfied
BJ: Either way, I don't pick.
Handsome Xiao Chen:?
"Crack—" The door opened again.
Bo Jian heard the sound of locking the door.
Handsome Xiao Chen: Can I just say fuck you, don't you pick
BJ: Yes. But don't bother me next time.
"Click", the sound of a lighter.
The pungent smell of smoke dissipated quickly. Someone outside opened the window and opened a partition door.
"铛", there was a crisp sound, and someone outside seemed to have placed a glass bottle on the tiled window sill.
The smell of smoke is getting heavier and heavier, making people uncomfortable.
Bo Jian pulled down the partition lock and directly opened the partition door.
He casually glanced at the window and saw Jiang Huai leaning against the window with a cigarette in his mouth and a thin needle in his hand, slowly injecting a watery liquid into his vein.
Jiang Huai's hands were steady and his eyes were dark, staring at him.
The author has something to say: Jianghuai: You are gone.