In the middle of the class, there was a ten-minute break, and the next test was Chinese. It was a coincidence that the invigilator was the head teacher of Class 9. She was not as foolish as the previous teacher, and she was notorious for her eyes being unable to rub the sand.
"All of you should be disciplined. If I find you chatting with each other, or passing a note to give an answer, you will not only recite the punishment, but also report the criticism to the whole school. Before doing anything, think about the consequences for yourself, and don't treat the teacher as a fool."
She obviously knew the style of the students in her class quite well. After the paper was sent out, she kept walking back and forth around her.
The students in Class 9 were complaining in their hearts. This is all a human tragedy.
Jin Heng is more cautious when writing Chinese papers than when writing mathematics. After all, Chinese questions focus on comprehension, unlike arithmetic, there is only one dead answer.
Mr. Cen walked back and forth in the aisle in the middle, his eyes inadvertently swept across the words "dog crawling" written by the students in his class on the paper, his brows were furrowed, until a paper with clean fonts and neatly curled surface came into view, his face changed slightly. Looking better, I subconsciously glanced at the test number information in the upper left corner of the table.
Class 6, Jin Heng.
No wonder it wasn't their class.
Teacher Cen sighed, and there was such a feeling in his heart. She had a lot of language papers in her hand, and she had nothing to do, so she did the multiple-choice, and roughly scanned the black squares painted on Jin Heng's answer sheet, and found that the answers were almost the same.
Although Teacher Cen teaches English, she has no problem dealing with high school students' Chinese. She frowned slightly, feeling that Jin Heng was not very scientific in this examination room, so she could not help but take a second look.
Time passed bit by bit, and before I knew it, most of the time had passed. Jin Heng finished writing the composition. He originally wanted to hand in the papers in advance, but he remembered that there was nowhere to go after handing in the papers. Sit quietly and wait for get out of class to end.
There was a girl sitting next to him, the one who was talking to Zou Kai before. She had been looking this way. When Teacher Cen turned around, she gave Zou Kai a desperate wink, but the latter didn't see it. He could only put his hands together and give Jin Heng a gesture of "Help your life".
It seemed that she really didn't know how to write, otherwise she wouldn't go to the doctor in a hurry and want Jin Heng's answer.
Jin Heng's mental age was thirty-five anyway, so he wouldn't hide it from watching like a child. Seeing that Teacher Cen didn't notice this, he lightly looked away and moved the answer sheet to the edge of the table, although The words are not necessarily clear, but the black squares of the multiple-choice questions are roughly arranged to be clear.
The girl cast a grateful look, seized the opportunity and hurriedly copied it, even with a few people behind her.
At about twelve o'clock, the get out of class bell rang. Teacher Cen put away the answer sheets and papers, and gave a few words to the students in Class 9 before leaving.
Just as Jin Heng walked out of the classroom door, it suddenly became dark before his eyes. Then he was vigorously shoved on the shoulder. He lost his balance and staggered back a few steps. He accidentally bumped into the desk and chair, making a harsh sound.
He stood firm and looked at the door subconsciously, only to see Jiang Shaolong and a few of his little followers standing there blocking the way out.
Jiang Shaolong's injury was better, but he could still see some traces. He stared at Jin Heng with gloomy eyes: "Are you blind, you still bump up when you see someone?"
Jin Heng guessed that he would come to trouble him when he returned to school, but he didn't expect it to be so fast, it seemed that the attack was too light that day.
Before the people from Class 9 left, they heard the movement and turned their heads in unison, only to see the scene in front of them.
Zou Kai disliked Jiang Shaolong's virtuous behavior the most, and Jin Heng had given him the answers—although most of them were wrong, it did not affect his grievances. It doesn't matter if you are a king, right?"
As soon as he said this, the people of Class 9 burst into laughter.
Jiang Shaolong and Zou Kai have always had little interaction. Hearing his sarcasm, he couldn't hold back any longer. He walked over and grabbed him by the collar: "You have the guts to tell me again, believe it or not, I'll kill you!"
Zou Kai was not afraid at all, he pointed to his head and said, "Come here, hit here, if you dare to touch me with a finger today, I won't corrupt you and my surname is Zou!"
Class 9 are all related households. In other words, the family is either rich or expensive, and they all have some background. Zou Kai's little uncle is the director of the local police station.
After Zou Kai finished speaking, he pointed to the door and said, "Our teacher Ban Cen hasn't gone far. If you dare to move, I will dare to shout. Let me say it first. I am the only seedling in my family. My heart is not good. If something goes wrong, my parents can't spare you, they love their son so much, they're not like me."
Moreover,
"This is the fucking site of Class 9. You come to Class 9 to make trouble. Who killed who?"
After Zou Kai finished speaking, he pushed Jiang Shaolong away, and a bunch of boys from the ninth class immediately gathered around them, with the aura of fighting at any time, Jiang Shaolong's followers saw that the situation was not good, and hurried up to persuade him to fight: "Forget it, forget it. Now, ignore them."
"that is."
After a few words, Jiang Shaolong was dragged away from the examination room.
Zou Kai let out a sigh, showing disdain on his face, thinking about what it was all about, when he saw Jin Heng standing silently beside him, looking like he was used to being bullied, he automatically assumed that he was the kind of pitiful: "Afraid of what they are doing, A group of people who bully the soft and fear the hard, the more you bear with them, the more aggressive they are, and the bigger the fight, who is afraid of who."
The girl who had just asked Jin Heng for an answer also said comfortably: "Next time you encounter this kind of thing, you can go directly to the teacher and the parents, they just bully you because they think you don't dare to make a big deal out of it. I don’t believe that the school will just watch it when it is exposed by the media, in short, we can’t make them feel that bullying people can be irresponsible.”
People keep going over the line recklessly, mostly because they don't pay for it.
But Jin Heng couldn't speak as confidently as Zou Kai and the others. There was no one behind him, neither parents, nor relatives or friends, nor any support.
"Well, thank you."
Jin Heng's mood was always light, and the broken hair on his forehead obscured his expression, making it difficult to tell one from the other. After saying this, he picked up his schoolbag and left the exam room.
There is a cafeteria in the school, but the taste is not very good. Most of the students like to go out to eat. Jin Heng likes to go to the kind of small shop where no one is there, order a meal, and sit quietly for noon. It is better than staying in a noisy classroom.
The system and the host are closely bound. At this time, 009 clearly felt the evil thoughts surging in Jin Heng's heart.
Jin Heng still hated Jiang Shaolong and those people.
I hate that even if I was reborn, the bright future is in front of me, and I would rather drag them into the abyss together.
But his ability is currently not enough, not enough.
Jin Heng carried his schoolbag and walked across the road. The sunlight passed through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and light spots of different sizes fell on his thin back. He didn't turn around until a girl in a white suspender skirt called out to him.
"Jin Heng!"
Yan Na wore a pair of black Martin boots and kept fanning with a stack of scratch paper in her hand. Apparently she had just come out of the exam room. She walked up to Jin Heng, blocked the sun with the paper, looked him up and down, and said something unexpected. Words: "Let's go, Brother Yan is looking for you."
Brother Yan in her mouth doesn't do what he thinks except smelling Yan.
Jin Heng paused: "Smell Yan?"
Yan Na nodded, being a little irritated by the hot weather, she couldn't understand why Wen Yan was looking for Jin Heng, she could think better of finding a beautiful woman, thinking about the usual fighting style of Xu Meng and others, she wrinkled. Frowning, he reminded perfunctorily: "I advise you to hurry up, or you will be beaten and no one will save you."
Jin Heng agreed easier than Yan Na imagined: "Oh, let's go then."
Yan Na glanced at him: "Why don't you ask?"
Jin Heng followed her words: "Then why is he looking for me?"
Yan Na choked and rolled her eyes: "How do I know, hurry up and go."
Chongming Vocational High School just rang the get out of class bell, and the students walked out in twos and threes, while Yan Na and Jin Heng stood at the door waiting, dizzy by the sun, they could only see heads of different colors. A very commonplace thing.
Someone who knew Yan Na, saw a clean and handsome boy standing beside her, and said without hesitation: "Yo, sister-in-law, you are not afraid of brother Meng being jealous."
Yan Na pouted: "Go away."
Wen Yan and the others just came out in twos and threes. All of them are tall and tall. At first glance, they are good fighters. Although they are notoriously bad boys, they still do not prevent some girls from being nympho on them behind their backs.
Wen Yan seems to be very keen on playing basketball recently. He held a basketball in his hand with clear joints, and tossed it for a while. Occasionally, he showed off his skills twice with his fingertips, and then threw it to Xu Meng with little interest. .
He squinted his eyes and fixed his eyes on Jin Heng outside the school gate. Because he was too aggressive, everyone around him could see it and said, "Brother Yan, do you want to clean him up? Make a sound. One word thing."
Wen Yan glanced at him, with a half-smile but not a smile: "I really want to take care of you."
Xu Meng and Wen Yan have been playing since childhood, and they probably guessed some of his thoughts, but they were only vague, he frowned and said, "That person is being bullied, so he wants to cover you up and keep his business out of the way. "
Moreover,
"Not a passerby at all."
Wen Yan sneered: "Why aren't you all the way?"
Xu Meng glanced at Jin Heng, who was well-behaved and quiet in the sun, and then at Wen Yan, who was smoking, drinking, and fighting: "Where do you look like?"
Wen Yan smoked a cigarette and lit a cigarette. He was wearing white short sleeves, his tattoo was exposed brightly, and his left ear had a black ear stud. He was stern and handsome.
After he finished speaking, he walked up to Yan Na first, looked around in a circle, and finally landed on Jin Heng, put one hand in his pocket, and pressed with momentum: "Do you know why I'm looking for you?"
Although Yan Na is the little sister, she doesn't usually fight much. Seeing Wen Yan like this, she always felt that Jin Heng was going to suffer, so she wanted to say something out loud: "Brother Yan..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was pulled into his arms by Xu Meng: "Okay, mind your own business."
Jin Heng, the client, was quite quiet and smiled: "I know."
He didn't seem to be very courageous. When the girls from Chongming High School passed by him, they couldn't help but look back again and again, and then blushed and whispered something.
Wen Yan was inexplicably tickled by Jin Heng's well-behaved appearance, and flicked off the cigarette ashes, unable to hear his emotions: "Then tell me, why?"
Jin Heng looked directly at him, but his eyes were not aggressive, some were just harmless and obedient, like some kind of small animal: "You want me to follow you."
"You want me to follow you," he said.