Teacher Zhang looked at his handsome face. Beautiful children always make people feel soft. Teacher Zhang thought that anyway, Class 6 is also the bottom, so you can take the exam. At most, it will pass after being laughed at for a while.
"Well, you will take the test tomorrow, but don't care too much about the score. There is still a year away. If you have a good school, you can catch up and work harder." Teacher Zhang encouraged. .
Yu Wenhuang said firmly and firmly: "Teacher, don't worry, I will not let you down."
Teacher Zhang smiled, "Well, that's fine, let's go back."
Yes, where can I be disappointed again? How many questions are right
"Goodbye teacher!" Yu Wenhuang bowed again.
Teacher Zhang still finds some help, at least this kid is polite, isn't it
After self-study in the evening, Yu Wenhuang returned to the dormitory. There was a phone call at the door of the dormitory. He called home. Professor Yuan and his family were listening and asked about the situation. Yu Wenhuang said, "The teacher likes me very much, and so do my classmates. They are still there tonight. There was a welcome party for me in the dormitory. They treated me very well. Don't worry!"
"That's good, that's good!" Mother Yuan said comfortingly on the side of the phone.
This child is not worried about his grades. The only worry is that he is being bullied by his classmates. Since his classmates like him so much, don't worry.
"Has the fourth brother called back?" Yu Wenhuang asked.
"I just played, he said that his classmates didn't have anyone to pay attention to him. Everyone was busy studying and fighting at night."
Yu Wenhuang let out a cry and hung up the phone.
The fourth elder brother entered the top class, and everyone was working hard, hoping to pass the exam.
He turned around and entered the dormitory. There were six people in a dormitory. It was not that the enemy did not meet together. Li Jianhui and him were in the same dormitory. So did Li Zhiyue at the same table. There were three others, all of whom had a particularly good relationship with Li Jianhui.
They also called each other by nicknames. Li Jianhui was called Da Touhui, Li Zhiyue was a low stool, and the other three, one was called lame, he had a little long and short legs, so he was called lame.
One is called stingy Ming, who is notoriously stingy.
There is also a wild beast. He is five big and three thick, and his skin is particularly dark. He is a Chinese-African hybrid, but he grew up in China since he was a child.
Yu Wenhuang walked to his bed and just wanted to sit down, but saw that the entire mat was poured with shampoo and shower gel, and couldn't sleep at all.
He glanced at several people in the same dormitory, they all smiled and chatted, as if they had nothing to do with him, but there was a malicious smile on their faces.
"Can I know why?" Yu Wenhuang asked.
"Fool!" Li Jianhui stood up and pushed him, "I also asked why, I want to file a complaint."
Yu Wenhuang took a step back and let his pusher fall through, "I didn't mean to sue, but you must have a reason for targeting someone? Why? Just because I am new here?"
The Chinese-African mixed-race beast lifted his legs and said, "Who made you have a white face? Wu Jiahui still talks to you. Everyone knows that Big Touhui likes Wu Jiahui."
Yu Wenhuang frowned, so naive.
"Li Jianhui, come out with me!" Yu Wenhuang said.
"Fighting? Who is afraid of whom?" Li Jianhui immediately grabbed his wrist and walked out.
Several classmates behind him suddenly booed and wanted to see Xiao Bai Lian getting beaten.
Just out of the hallway of the dormitory, Yu Wenhuang suddenly turned around and quickly strangled the back of Li Jianhui's neck and pressed it against the wall, pressing his knees against his back, and then raised one of his feet. He heard something click. He immediately released his hand and returned to the dormitory.
Li Jianhui seemed to be restrained by something. He could not move in this posture. He couldn't even turn his head over. He stood with his cheeks against the wall.
"I can't move, I can't move..." he panicked, shouting in a loud voice.