The winter vacation in my memory always seems to be unusually short.
It didn't take long to enjoy it, as it passed by so quickly.
The eighteenth day of the first lunar month, which is February 17th in 2014.
Yuzhou No. 4 Middle School opens.
During breakfast, Xue Yuantong sat on a small stool, tilting his head slightly, sighing constantly, with a look of despair on his face.
Jiang Ning pinched the steamed bun and looked at her. She had developed this symptom since the past few days, the sighing syndrome before school started.
As the school term got closer, the sighs became longer and longer.
"well."
Xue Yuantong took a bite of the steamed bun: "Jiang Ning, I don't want to go to school."
Jiang Ning: “…”
The issue of starting school is the same all over the world and cannot be solved.
With Xue Yuantong's grades, he could be allowed to skip evening self-study classes, but he still had to go to normal classes.
Moreover, Jiang Ning felt that Xue Yuantong should be happy enough going to school now, right
No need to walk, no need to worry about the cold or heat, there are snacks to eat, and studying is not difficult.
With such good treatment, how can she be picky
Jiang Ning was eating corn, and seeing that Xue Yuantong hadn't touched his rice, he suggested:
"Whoever eats breakfast slowly today will wash the dishes."
Xue Yuantong immediately stopped sighing, grabbed the corn cob and started chewing it.
…
Class 8, Grade 1.
New Year, new atmosphere. Some students changed into handsome clothes.
Especially Meng Gui, he was wearing a long black down jacket, the hem of which almost reached his shoes. Combined with his sharp ten-centimeter hairstyle, he looked unusually tall and slender.
Meng Gui usually sits in the third row from the bottom. Today, when school started, he ran to the last row to play.
Wang Longlong is watching Ma Shicheng play games. He is not only a spectator, but also a reconnaissance aircraft.
Pay attention to the surrounding situation for Ma Shicheng, avoid teacher leaders such as the head teacher and grade group leader, clear obstacles for Ma Shicheng, and let him focus on playing with his smartphone.
Wang Longlong looked at Meng Gui and said, "Wow, my brother Gui has grown taller?"
Meng Gui was very happy. Wang Longlong spoke to his heart's content. He liked it most when people praised him for his height.
Meng Gui took out a cigarette case from his pocket.
He glanced around alertly, and after making sure that no one was paying attention, he took out a cigarette in a very arrogant manner and put it in Wang Longlong's hand.
"Brother Long, have a cigarette."
"Awesome, Brother Gui can smoke now?" Wang Longlong said in surprise.
Meng Gui said: "Before, Chen Xu from Class 7 gave me one, and I learned it after a while. Today, during the New Year, I played cards with others, and I got the hang of it. I have to say, the cigarette tastes really good and relieves my worries."
His face showed the maturity and vicissitudes of an adult.
"I now understand why the cigarettes sold at Yucai Store are so popular."
The Yucai store at the school gate not only has a Xiaohei Internet cafe, but also sells loose cigarettes, some for 1.5 yuan a cigarette, some for 1 yuan a cigarette, at various prices. Students often go there to buy things, and it's always like they're doing some kind of transaction.
Wang Longlong knew that the Yucai Store not only sold cigarettes, but also betel nuts. He had a junior high school classmate who loved chewing betel nuts.
However, Wang Longlong knew that those things were not good, so he never touched them.
He advised: "Brother Gui, smoking is harmful to your health?"
Meng Gui said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I'm in good health."
"Longlong, you should also learn to smoke. When you get older and enter society, you cannot avoid this. It is better to learn it early so that it will be easier for you to deal with people when you enter society." Meng Gui advised, as if he had experienced it himself.
"Oh, Brother Gui, I saw there was still a cigarette in your cigarette box just now. Take it out and give me the cigarette box." Wang Longlong said.
Meng Gui naturally would not refuse such a small request. He took out his last cigarette and gave the cigarette box to Wang Longlong.
Wang Longlong took the cigarette box and said, "I'm telling you, Brother Gui, don't throw away the cigarette box after you finish smoking. The tin foil inside is very useful!"
He took out the golden tin foil inside and divided it into two parts.
Demonstrating in front of Meng Gui, "Brother Gui, look, fold it in half like this first."
Wang Longlong moved his hand: "Fold it in half like this again."
Meng Gui was stunned and didn't know what Wang Longlong was going to do.
"so."
"If you keep doing this, hey, it's finally okay."
Wang Longlong was holding two gold ingots.
He handed the gold ingot to Meng Gui:
"Brother Gui, have you learned it?"
"You can fold it yourself in the future. Don't throw away the cigarette box after you finish smoking. You can get two gold ingots every time."
"When you have advanced lung cancer, burn it on yourself. The most important thing is that you made it yourself, so you will feel safe when you burn it!"
Wang Longlong looked expectant.
Meng Gui laughed angrily: "Fuck, you are kidding me!"
While the two were chatting, Cui Yu came. Cui Yu was wearing a light brown down jacket. He was extremely thin, and the long horizontal stripes on the down jacket looked like his ribs.
"Brother Cui, what's wrong with your face? Why is there blood? It's your first day, but it's unlucky!" Wang Longlong was curious.
Cui Yu cursed: "It's so damn unlucky that I got scratched by that dog Miao Zhe. Damn, just wait and see how I deal with him today."
Wang Longlong was in awe. Cui Yu was the only one in the class who dared to provoke Miao Zhe.
After all, he was a ruthless person who dared to fight with Pang Jiao and Shen Xu from another class.
…
Miao Zhe walked to the classroom with a gloomy face. As soon as he entered the classroom, he saw his poor seat occupied by Pang Jiao, Wang Yanyan and others. He immediately felt an instinctive nausea in his heart.
He felt that he was not here to go to school, but to visit the graves.
With the intention of visiting the grave, Miao Zhe squeezed into his seat. He stood up awkwardly, wiped the stool and desk with paper, and then sat down.
Pang Jiao and Wang Yanyan were chatting about topics like fashion, beauty, celebrities, travel, and handsome guys.
The chat was very exciting, with saliva flying back and forth, just like two armies fighting.
Miao Zhe kept silent. He had been excluded by Pang Jiao and the others for most of the semester. They simply ignored Miao Zhe and focused on talking about their own things.
As a result, Miao Zhe often came to class in the morning and went back after evening self-study without saying a word, like a ghost.
But Miao Zhe didn't care at all. A group of vulgar girls would never understand his greatness.
Besides, he has the company of his netizen Yun Ni, so he is not alone.
Miao Zhe took out the books from his schoolbag and placed them on the table. Because there were too many books, they looked messy on the desk. He hadn't started to organize them yet, so the books accidentally occupied Pang Jiao's desk space.
Pang Jiao, who was chatting, reached out and pushed his book back with disgust.
Miao Zhe paused, Pang Jiao's fingers were still as thick and hairy as before.
He paused and continued to pack his books.
After cleaning up, Miao Zhe recalled Pang Jiao's rudeness and stinginess.
Miao Zhe could not hide the hatred in his heart. The other party's invisible actions made him feel extremely insulted and hurt.
If there is a button that can kill Pang Jiao by pressing it, Miao Zhe will definitely press it now!
It's a pity that there is no such button in the world.
Miao Zhe couldn't help but think back to the past when he was in primary school. His desk mate was also a jerk who often bullied him and asked him to borrow money in various ways. He didn't have sharp nails at that time and couldn't fight him head-on.
So Miao Zhe took advantage of the other party's nap and secretly sprinkled pencil dust on his head. He thought that as long as he persisted day after day, the other party would die of lead poisoning sooner or later, and he would not be suspected.
Miao Zhe just felt that the plan was perfect.
Later he found out that there was no lead in pencils.
Thinking back, Miao Zhe smiled and felt much better. Although Pang Jiao could disgust him, she could no longer hurt him. He was no longer the cowardly person he used to be.
Moreover, it was a new semester and time to assign seats. His grades were consistently in the top ten, far ahead of Pang Jiao and the others.
This time, he must choose a powerful position to get rid of them!
…
Since it was the first day of school, Jiang Ning arrived at class early today. When he arrived, Geng Lu was wiping the table.
As if sensing something, Geng Lu looked up and saw Jiang Ning.
"You've lost some weight." Jiang Ning said, and Geng Lu's chubby face seemed to have become slightly lighter.
Geng Lu straightened her chest, and her down jacket made her feel a little dizzy.
She said, “No?”
Jiang Ning: "It seems not."
"Here, I'm done. Let me help you wipe the table." Geng Lu held the rag and pretended to help him. She always did this when she sat in the back row at school.
"No need, I'll do it myself." Jiang Ning took the rag from her hand, waved it across the table twice, and then used his spiritual power to clean the table.
At this moment, classmates came in one after another.
Bai Yuxia became a little whiter, while Shan Kaiquan gained weight. The classmates talked to each other about each other's changes, such as growing taller, becoming more handsome, etc.
Jiang Ning looked at this scene and found it quite interesting.
It seems that after you start working, you will hardly see this kind of scene anymore. Colleagues will rarely talk to you about these things, and few people will pay attention to you.
Besides, after work, the annual leave is about a week, so there is no time for changes to happen.
In the morning, after the head teacher Shan Qingrong confirmed that all the students in the class were present, he said:
"The new semester has begun. Everyone should get back to studying as soon as possible."
And other words of encouragement.
Finally, he said what the students were most looking forward to:
"It's the last class of the afternoon. I'll come over to assign seats."
"I heard some students privately tell me that sitting in a corner for a long time made their eyes look slanted."
Speaking of this, Shan Qingrong thought of Wang Longlong, who was the one who made the suggestion.
"After the seats are changed, I plan to move the seats of my classmates horizontally every half a month."
…
In the afternoon, half an hour before class starts.
There were four people sitting in a row in the back row. Ma Shicheng was playing games while Hu Jun and Wang Longlong were watching.
Guo Kunnan sat in his seat, glanced at them, and felt a little envious.
I don’t know what’s wrong with Guo Kunnan recently. He suddenly can’t feel the joy of playing games.
He took out his cell phone, swiped the screen, and felt bored.
He turned off the screen, took out a bottle of spray, sprayed the screen, and then wiped it clean with a tissue.
Looking at the shiny screen without fingerprints, Guo Kunnan smiled with satisfaction.
His only pleasure now is to wipe the fingerprints off the screen of his mobile phone whenever he sees them.
Only in this way can Guo Kunnan feel a little happiness in the world.
After wiping the screen, Guo Kunnan admired it for a while and then put the phone down.
As a result, I unexpectedly saw Cui Yu sneaking towards the back row with a cell phone in his hand.