The next day, as soon as he arrived at school, Ren Yi surrounded Wen Liang and looked him up and down, making a sound of "tsk tsk". Wen Liang smiled and bowed, saying, "Brother Jianping, please come in, what can I do for you?"
Ren Yi smiled and said, "Okay, okay, but from today on, please call me Xiao Qiushui, the sworn brother of Shenzhou!"
Oh, Wen Liang understood that this guy was infatuated with Wen Ruian again, "Well, Brother Qiushui... I'd better call you Brother Xiao. It's not easy to lose fifty dollars, right?"
Ren Yi bet on Mu Shanshan to win, and this time he lost all his money. Hearing this, he felt as if he had lost his parents: "Alas, if the heavens have feelings, they will also grow old. If people don't pay back, they will be young in vain. Considering that I called the police for you yesterday, please buy me an ice cream."
"Shit, it's you!"
When Ren Yi saw the fight started yesterday, he was afraid that Wen Liang would suffer, so he immediately ran to the training office to tell Hua Xique. He was able to do this even though he was afraid of Mu Shanshan and the others, which was considered to be a righteous act. But if he knew that Mu Shanshan and Hua Xique were looking for revenge on him, I wonder if he would think that the price of an ice cream was too high...
The second class in the afternoon was a political class. Because it was the weekend, the students were overly excited. After failing to control the class discipline several times, the teacher left in anger. The classroom immediately became crazy and chaotic. A few people folded paper airplanes and threw them casually. They flew from one corner of the classroom to the other side. Others followed suit. Soon, the sky above the entire classroom was occupied by paper airplanes, which made people dizzy. Wen Liang was bored and drawing circles on the table, thinking about where to find a suitable store with Li Shengli on the two days off tomorrow. Will the funds on hand be too tight? A plane suddenly swooped down and hit him directly on the forehead. Wen Liang looked around depressedly. Meng Ke, who was in the front rows, saw him looking at him, stuck out his tongue, and turned around quickly like a thief.
Wen Liang shook his head. This is a plane folded from a piece of pink letter paper. It is delicate and neatly pressed, showing the delicate thoughts of the little girl. Holding the plane in his hand, his mind drifted to Li Siqing again. Junior high school will start on the 15th. I must remember to accompany her to Minghua to report. I wonder if there is still living expenses...
The classroom suddenly became quiet. Ye Yuting's graceful footsteps came from the corridor, and the watchtower at the door issued a red warning alarm in time. In just a few days, this beautiful head teacher has been loved by students. From love to respect, from respect to fear, everyone immediately hurriedly rolled up the paper airplanes on the ground and the table and hid them. However, due to the tight time, many of them were scattered on the podium and the aisle.
Wen Liang, who was lost in deep thought, was unaware of all this. When Ye Yuting walked up to the podium, her bright yet majestic eyes slowly swept across the messy paper planes on the ground, and finally focused on Wen Liang's hands.
Everyone's eyes followed the teacher's gaze and snickering could be faintly heard from the crowd.
"Wenliang, stand up."
Wen Liang suddenly woke up with a dazed look in his eyes, still holding the paper airplane in his hand. "Puchi", someone couldn't help but burst out laughing, which immediately caused everyone to laugh.
Wen Liang then realized that he had been caught as an example. He stood up and said, "Teacher Ye, if I were to say that someone dropped the plane on my head... you would definitely not believe me..."
Ye Yuting did not try to stop the laughter in the class from getting louder and louder, and smiled and asked, "And then?"
"Then, I think I should tell the truth. I folded this plane because I suddenly remembered a poem..." Wen Liang had no choice but to make up a story, hoping that Teacher Ye was a female intellectual and would let his colleague off the hook.
Of course, in this era, the number of female literary youths should be much higher than the number of virgin girls of the same age in later generations. Therefore, using Ye Yuting's figure as a constant and her face as a variable to establish a probability model, Wen Liang is 70% sure that she is definitely a literary young woman.
Unexpectedly, Teacher Ye had a pretty face for nothing and didn't give any face at all: "Oh, what poem? Read it to me."
Damn! Wen Liang raised his middle finger under the desk, his mind racing. Finally, at the moment when the class was about to become dull, he saw the paper airplane in his hand and remembered a classic TV series and a classic poem.
“Paper airplane, paper airplane, light paper airplane. I really want to ride on you and carry me to a higher place, to a paradise. Paper airplane, paper airplane, light paper airplane. How beautiful it is. It seems to be flying aimlessly, but it always lands. It always has its mission. Just like this paper airplane, it gently knocks on my heart and carries away my sorrow.”
Wen Liang had a very good voice, which was a little hoarse and heavy when he deliberately lowered his voice. He read the poem in a slightly sad tone in the silent classroom, and immediately heard a low cry: "Ah, it's a paper airplane."
This is Ji Su's voice.
At first, a few people whispered, and those who didn't understand asked what it was, and then the girls with good memory explained it to him, and soon the whole class became lively. Ye Yuting stood on the podium a little dazed. As an English teacher, she naturally knew what this poem was, but she didn't expect that Wen Liang, who didn't look like a literary person, could recite this poem with emotion and infectiousness.
The craze for the classic Hong Kong drama "Big Times" just ended in mainland China. The scene of Liu Qingyun sitting on the high platform of the amusement park and reciting "Paper Plane" in English moved countless viewers overnight. Although no one knew who started it, one, two, three, and finally the whole class applauded collectively.
This is a compliment to Wen Liang's quick wit and also an affirmation of his vision in selecting poems.
Ye Yuting recovered from her initial surprise and said with a smile, "If you folded the plane because of this poem, it's understandable. But you disrupted the order in the classroom and caused the political teacher to complain to me. You can't just get away with it like this, unless..." Ye Yuting's eyes flashed with a cunning look, "Recite it again in English."
It was even more unfair than the old lady in Nanjing. Wasn't it me who disturbed the order in the classroom? However, Ye Yuting was an English teacher, and Wen Liang didn't even have the courage to refuse this request.
“Paper plane paper plane, How soft and light you are, Hope to you in the air, Up to the, high clouds fair, Reach abode of heavenly realm…” Skilled English words jumped out happily one after another. This is a different kind of beauty from the Chinese rhythm. Many students could not appreciate the splendor of it, but it did not prevent them from applauding warmly and cheering passionately. At this age, what they lack the least is people who make a fuss and people who want to have fun.
Wen Liang's English was average in college, so he certainly didn't exaggerate to the point where Ye Yuting thought he had a London accent, but it was undeniable that his fluent sense of language was much better than that of the current high school freshmen. Teacher Ye was a little surprised, but also a little distressed. Could it be that this kid used all his intelligence on these little tricks? Otherwise, why would his grades be at the bottom of the class
Wen Liang observed the teacher's expression and knew that Teacher Ye had calmed down. He smiled and clasped his fists to the four people, expressing his gratitude for their support. Ye Yuting couldn't do anything about him, and the paper airplane incident was left unresolved. Ji Su turned around quietly and looked at him with a complicated expression. I don't know what he was thinking.
After waiting for a long time for the get out of class to end, Wen Liang had to go pee because he had to, but classmates came up to him one after another to thank him for taking the blame. He responded with a few humble words and was about to go out through the back door when Meng Ke blocked his seat.
"Give me the paper plane!" Meng Ke smiled and stretched out his left hand in front of Wen Liang.
Wen Liang then discovered that Meng Ke's hands were extremely beautiful. Her five fingers were tightly pressed together, slender and well-proportioned. There were almost no knuckle marks on her fair skin, and her fingertips were smooth and slender, full of beauty.
"Plane? I don't have a paper plane, but I can play jerking off." The reason why the uncle is called uncle is that his obscene factor is not controlled by his brain and no one knows when it will be released.
"Stop bragging! How can you shoot down planes without anti-aircraft guns?" Meng Ke is not as pretty as Ji Su, but her words and actions are gentle and kind, giving people a refreshing feeling. Especially when she said these words, her expression was playful and cute, which was quite touching.
Wen Liang laughed out loud. This was the cuteness of girls in this era. They were ignorant of sexual things, unlike those female perverts in later generations who told dirty jokes without hesitation. He took out a paper airplane from the drawer and handed it to her. He stopped joking and said, "Because of this airplane, I was criticized by Teacher Ye. My fragile heart was seriously hurt. What do you think I should do?"
What he said was interesting. Meng Ke looked around and saw that there was no one around. He smiled and said, "How about this, I'll introduce Ji Su to you... Haha."
She knew that the two of them didn't get along well, so she said this on purpose to tease Wen Liang.
"No, please don't, I have always had low self-esteem..." Before he could finish his words, Ren Yi came back from outside and said, "Aren't you in a hurry to go to the toilet? Why are you still here?"
"Ah!" Wen Liang realized that he could no longer hold back his anger, and turned around and ran away with a yell. Meng Ke stared at all this in amazement, and burst out laughing. He returned to his seat, threw the plane to Ji Su, and complained: "You threw the plane and hit someone, and I have to take the blame, hehe!"
If Wen Liang heard this, he would be so scared that he wouldn't even be able to fly an airplane. How could Ji Su, a good student with excellent grades, elegance and quietness, also participate in something that disrupts class discipline by folding an airplane
"Good Meng'er, dear Meng'er, I am embarrassed, right? Anyway, you are familiar with him, it's just a small favor for you sisters..."
"Stop!" Meng Ke grabbed the hand that was groping around her waist and told Ji Su about Wen Liang's silly look just now. Ji Su, who always sneered at these things, did not feel annoyed. He and Meng Ke leaned over the table and laughed. (To be continued)