The pure white school uniform with blue and white rooms, the bright red scarf, walking on the spacious street with a schoolbag on his back, listening to the ringing of bicycle bells, and the sound of classmates greeting each other and playing, these things were once in the purgatory of murder, Song Ye recalled them fondly more than once I had it, I longed for it, but as time passed, my feelings became numb, and these dispensable emotions were abandoned.
Song Ye never thought that he would have a chance to start his life over again.
Walking on the long street in winter, with the rustling of fallen leaves underfoot, Song Ye walked into the blue door with his schoolbag on his back. The white porcelain and black lines of the teaching building came into view. The people were short and somewhat old. It's old, but it feels familiar for no reason.
"Hey, look, which class is that student from? They are so good-looking."
"I haven't seen him before either. Are you a transfer student?"
As early as the moment Song Ye appeared at the gate, there were three or three female students gathered behind him to watch and discuss. That fair and handsome face, with long hair cut off, was exposed to the world, and it was destined to be unable to withstand rumors.
Within one class, the entire third grade of junior high school knew that an extremely good-looking boy had entered the third grade of junior middle school.
No matter how complex and stressful the environment is, young boys and girls in their youth will never end their pursuit of beautiful things.
In the previous life, Song Ye had a low self-esteem and was an invisible person wherever he went. This was the first time that he attracted attention on campus, but it failed to cause the slightest emotional fluctuation in her.
In her eyes, a fifteen-year-old is just a child, and being worshiped by a child is not something worth celebrating.
Following the map in her memory, she arrived at the door of Class 3 and Class 5. As soon as she appeared, she caused a lot of screams from the girls.
"Ah! It's that boy. Why is he here?"
Tang Meiling, who was sitting in her seat, heard the commotion and felt a little excited. She raised her head and touched her hair around her ears with her hands, showing a sweet smile. She was confident that she was the school beauty of No. 3 Middle School and no man could escape her. charm.
But when she raised her head and saw the figure and face in front of the door, her whole body instantly froze on the spot, the smile on her lips froze, and her eyes were filled with unbelievable shock.
Then, the whole class's jaws dropped.
Because this handsome young man who suddenly appeared walked straight into the classroom and sat in the last seat in the class.
There was Song Ye's seat, which was rejected by the whole class.
While everyone was still confused in shock and stroke, Tang Meiling had already stood up suddenly and strode towards that seat.
Song Ye had already received this malicious look, but he didn't take it seriously. When he was on the train, he had already been taught a lesson.
It's a pity that some people obviously don't have a long memory, and now they are so angry that they want to find someone unhappy.
Just as Song Ye was about to put the book on the table, he glanced at the table and stopped immediately. Tang Meiling had already walked up to him, arrogantly giving an order: "Come out with me."
Song Ye looked up at her plump and round face, with two patches of plateau red on it, and really couldn't understand why the standard of the school beauty of No. 3 Middle School was so low, and why Song Ye was so afraid of her before.
It was true that his mood had changed and he looked at things differently, so at this time Tang Meiling's order was completely ignored by Song Ye in public.
She looked at the other person so that he could pack his things in his free time. He had no intention of paying any attention to her. Her face suddenly turned red with anger, and her voice became louder unconsciously, "I asked you to stand up, are you deaf?" ?Song Ye!"
When Song Ye's name was called out, the whole class immediately exclaimed again.
Is the handsome young man in the corner in front of me really the unknown, dirty and smelly invisible man Song Ye
The contrast between before and after was so great that many people rubbed their eyes and expressed disbelief.
But if you look carefully, it is not difficult to identify the softness that belongs to girls on that childish face. However, Song Ye's temperament is too cold, so that trace of softness will be obscured.
Tang Meiling yelled like this with her first and last name, and finally Song Ye responded, "What qualifications do you have to order me?"
This sound was extremely cold, like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, it exploded throughout the class.
Many good-hearted boys whistled, "Wow, I didn't expect that a doormat would get angry. Now there's something fun to watch. Monitor, we are all students, what qualifications do you have to order Song Ye?"
"Wang Tiechuan, shut up. You are the last in the class and you have the nerve to speak." Tang Meiling yelled back. There will always be polarization between poor students and good students in a class, and Tang Meiling, as the number one in the school year, naturally has I have the confidence to teach a bad student like Wang Tiechuan a lesson.
"Tch, everyone is equal and freedom of speech is none of your business." Wang Tiechuan was also a poor talker, which made Tang Meiling blush again.
After thinking about it, Song Ye was responsible for everything. When she saw her face again, Tang Meiling was so angry that she was shaking all over. She raised her palm high and threw it on the table with a snap, "Song... "
Before Ye Zi opened her mouth, the expression on Tang Meiling's face froze instantly.
She lowered her head and looked at the place where she slapped her palm, which was exactly in the middle of the table, and the sticky feeling on it was the super glue they had applied to prank Song Ye that morning.
"Ah!" The pain caused by the forceful tearing made Tang Meiling let out a sharp scream, which directly alerted the teachers in the office.
The glue dries quickly when it comes into contact with people's skin, so as soon as the teacher walked in, what he saw was a scene of hands and the table being inseparable.
"What's going on?" The class teacher is a thirty-year-old unmarried woman who has a bad temper all year round. On the first day of school, she saw the class leader causing trouble, and her face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Tang Meiling was about to cry at this time. She was afraid that her good image in the teacher's heart would be compromised. When she saw Song Ye's old godly face, her heart moved and she said before anyone else: "Teacher, it's Song Ye who is here." There was super glue on the table and I got it on it."
"What?" It was also the first time that the teacher saw Song Ye's delicate face. He was stunned for a moment, and then strode over. When he saw that the hand had been tightly glued, the glue was burning red. He was shocked and pointed at Song Ye angrily and shouted, "Song Ye, why do you get into trouble as soon as you go to school? Don't you know that you can't play with this kind of thing casually? If Meiling's hands are damaged, can you afford to take responsibility?"
This didn't solve the problem, so he tried to shirk the responsibility first. Song Ye finally understood the head teacher's plan.
But she was not someone to be bullied. She pointed to the desk in front of her and said, "Teacher, please see clearly whose desk this is. Even if I break my brain and use super glue as correction fluid, there is no need for Monitor Tang to catch up." Sticky as it goes up."