Jiang Cheng felt that Lao Xu was very responsible, but he really didn’t want to say anything, and he didn’t know what to say, and even if he did, he was the one who started the act with a single word, and he wanted to explain why this happened. , there are too many things that need to be said at the same time, and he doesn't want to face it at all.
Compared to this, he would rather take a punishment without stopping, but he was a little sorry for Lao Xu, who was so anxious for his students.
Lao Xu spent half a class talking hard, and when he knew it, he moved his emotions with reason. Jiang Cheng felt that Lao Xu's tears were about to fall. In the end, he didn't ask anything from him, so he had to let him go back to the classroom.
When I went downstairs, the sloppy guy from class 5 happened to go to the infirmary to get medicine and also came over.
It doesn't feel that the injury is too serious, there are more abrasions and bruises, and the most tragic thing is... swollen.
Jiang Cheng kept hitting him with his right hand, so his left eye was swollen to the point that only a slit was left, and his left face was also swollen, looking a little crooked.
When he saw Jiang Cheng, one and one-fifth of his eyes almost burst out with fire.
Jiang Cheng stopped, stood two or three meters away from the stairs, and did not go any further.
"What!" Ou Cao spat on the ground, "Isn't it quite arrogant just now! Are you afraid now?"
Jiang Cheng didn't say anything.
Qiaocao glared at him for two and two-fifths again, and went upstairs cursingly. Jiang Cheng kept hearing his voice so low that he could no longer hear him, so he entered the corridor and slowly went upstairs.
Lao Lu probably didn’t attend this class. When Jiang Cheng entered the classroom, he was standing on the podium swearing, and the shock caused powder to fall from the ceiling.
"The hero is back!" When Lao Lu saw him, the pointer immediately pointed at him, "Jiang Cheng, let me give you a suggestion!"
Jiang Cheng turned to look at him.
"You go write a paper on how to dash across the two groups to the corridor and avoid getting hurt in the fight!" Lao Lu roared, "I'll print it out for you when you're done writing it and paste it in the classroom!"
"...Oh." Jiang Cheng reluctantly responded, then returned to his seat and sat down.
"I'm not talking about you," Lao Lu's pointer fluttered on the podium, pointing from the right to the left, "one by one! Just like a person when you sleep! As long as you open your eyes, you are a piece of shit! I haven't seen you all day. You guys are doing something that doesn't smell bad! Mom and Dad are so tired that they're going to let you scumbags come to school and mess around..."
"Did you go to the teaching office?" Gu Fei asked while playing with his mobile phone with his head down.
"No." Jiang Cheng replied.
"Then it's probably a catch after school." Gu Fei said.
Gu Fei was still relatively experienced. When the last class was a few minutes away, the dean, Lao Xu, and the head teacher of Class 5 were all blocked at the entrance of the corridor.
One of the fallen who participated in the fight was taken out and brought to the teaching office.
The dean of education first scolded, and after scolding, asked to explain the motive for the fight, and the group of people couldn't say anything, anyway, if someone beat them, they would go up.
In the end, the dean's target was on Jiang Cheng and Yicao.
"He said you beat him," the dean looked at Jiang Cheng, "Why?"
"Yes, there must be a reason for this," Lao Xu said immediately, "Jiang Cheng's grades are in the top ten in key high schools..."
"Mr. Xu, I know he's a scholar," the dean interrupted Lao Xu, "wait for me to ask."
Lao Xu closed his mouth.
But Jiang Cheng never spoke.
When the dean was about to get angry, Wang Xu raised his hand: "I know."
"Say," the dean gave him a look, "I don't see you being so disciplined in class, so I raised my hand."
"He ran to the door of our class and scolded people," Wang Xu said. "If he said something like 'Chengcheng, chengcheng, I'll fuck you', whoever listened to it would get angry, and he had a weird tone..."
"What did you say!" Ou Cao yelled, "When did I swear at someone!"
"You scolded you when you were studying early," Wang Xu glared at him, "otherwise someone would beat you up with a school tyrant? You owe it."
"Fuck!" Yicao was so angry that he opened his left eye, "I..."
"Director, listen to me!" Wang Xu was excited, "Listen, I'm still scolding here! I've been scolding louder than this during self-study, we all heard it, why don't we go out to fight together! We're not very good at ordinary times. , but we have a collective sense of honor!"
"Yeah! We all heard it!" The group of people brought in from Class 8 echoed.
"I heard a fart!" Ou Cao's face flushed, looking at the people in his class, "Did you hear that!"
"No! No swearing at all!" Class 5 also held a group.
"Of course you can't hear it," Gu Fei stood at the back leaning against the desk, "A shift away, he was scolding Jiang Cheng next to him."
"Gu Fei!" Qiao Cao pointed at Gu Fei, and didn't say a word for a long time.
"They must have heard you when you called later." Gu Fei smiled.
"Okay." The dean glared at Gu Fei.
Gu Fei took out his phone and lowered his head to play.
The facts are already clear, Yicao scolded people and was beaten, which led to a fight between the two classes. Although Yicao protested hard, the dean still felt that there was nothing wrong with this fact.
In a school like No. 4 Middle School, as long as there is a fight, no one is innocent.
The next step is that the two head teachers fought hard and pushed the wrong person to the other's class. When Lao Xu argued, he seemed to have no aura like in class, but he couldn't hold back his long-winded speech. The other head teacher was a female teacher. , I started a few times and couldn't get in, and finally waved my hand: "Okay, I won't say it anymore. Teacher Xu's eloquence is really a condescending teacher."
"Acceptance." Lao Xu nodded politely.
"It's okay, it's okay, there's no need to fight." The dean also looked tired.
The final result was that everyone who participated in the fight wrote a review of no less than 800 words, cleaned two toilets in the school for a week, and Jiang Cheng and Qiaocao, who took the lead, were going to take the stage to read the review to the whole school during the Monday morning meeting, and A warning penalty.
When he heard that he was going to be punished, Lao Xu and the head teacher of Class 5 became anxious at the same time.
"Director, I don't think this matter is serious enough to warrant punishment," said the head teacher of Class 5. "In terms of injuries, our class..."
"Yes!" Lao Xu said loudly.
At this moment, Jiang Cheng seemed to see Lao Lu possessed.
But the next sentence Lao Xu changed back to himself: "They are all teenagers, and it is normal to be a little impulsive. As educators and leaders, we cannot use this one-size-fits-all punishment for them. What effect can a sanction do? It's nothing more than a note in their file. This method just reduces the workload of our educators. I don't agree with this method. I think we should use our Love and care, our patience and…”
"Mr. Xu, Teacher Xu, Lao Xu," the dean stretched out Erkang's hand with a painful expression, and the other hand almost covered his chest, "I know, I understand your good intentions..."
"As educators, we will definitely feel powerless in the face of so many children, but this is the profession we have chosen..." Lao Xu didn't mean to stop, "Who doesn't have impulses at this age, you see , we are classmates, when you were in high school..."
"Xu Qicai!" the dean shouted, "I said I got it!"
Jiang Cheng was originally in a very low mood, but now he doesn't know why he suddenly became in a good mood. Lao Xu's words were quite funny, but he still felt moved. It would be a kind of luck to meet such a teacher in his life. Because of his low emotional intelligence, Lao Xu never found the correct posture to communicate with students...
But he really wanted to laugh now. He must not be the only one who thought this way. He had already heard a few uncontrollable laughter from Wang Xu's side.
"Okay," the dean took two sips of water, "I won't be punished for the time being, but we must observe that if there is any violation of discipline during this semester, the punishment will be superimposed, not a warning, but a demerit."
"Report," Gu Fei said at the end, "Why should I write a review?"
"Didn't you fight!" The dean smashed the cup on the table.
Jiang Cheng felt that he was about to reach his limit.
"No," Gu Fei said, "I'm fighting."
"I asked him to pull the frame." Lao Xu nodded and said.
"You hit me!" Ou Cao yelled, almost jumping.
"Who saw it?" Gu Fei narrowed his eyes and swept a circle around the faces of a group of people, "Who saw me hitting you?"
Ou Cao shivered a little when he was so angry, and didn't say a word for a long time.
"What are you doing here without a fight!" The head teacher yelled at Gu Fei.
"You brought me here." Gu Fei said.
"...you write a review," the dean said, "you write that you were late this week and got caught by me! Come on stage and read together!"
When they came out of the teaching office, the air pressure of the two classes was quite low. Lao Xu kept escorting them out of the school gate to the carport. He wanted to teach them a few more words, but he failed to speak.
Because a group of people squatted in the carport and couldn't help laughing, they couldn't stop.
Jiang Cheng still wanted to laugh a little while sitting in the small steamed bun, so he had to open the window a little and let the wind blow to clear his head.
"Let's drive this car to Ding Zhuxin's place?" he asked after driving for a while.
"Well," Gu Fei nodded, "how convenient."
"Hey, I just wanted to ask, this car is driven by an old man. You are a big guy, so the police don't care?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Whatever, you think it's your place," Gu Fei said, "If I really stopped me, I said I'd send a car to my grandfather, what's the point."
"Can your grandfather drive?" Jiang Cheng said with a smile.
"I don't know, it's been a long time since he died." Gu Fei said.
"Ah." Jiang Cheng got stuck and didn't speak any more.
"Suicide," Gu Fei stopped the car and waited for the red light, leaned back in his seat and said in a low tone, "Drink pesticides."
"Why?" Jiang Cheng was a little surprised.
"Because there is a son of a bastard," Gu Fei was silent for a while after speaking, and after the green light turned on, he drove out half a block before he said, "There are too many fucking things in this world. , you haven't met before."
Jiang Cheng looked at his back without saying a word.
"Don't think too much," Gu Fei said, "It will be much easier to live like a bystander."
"Ah." Jiang Cheng responded and closed his eyes.
Ding Zhuxin was not in the studio today, only a little girl was busy sorting out a lot of clothes.
"Sister Xin's assistant, Xiao Lu." Gu Fei introduced, "This is Jiang Cheng, today's model."
"So handsome... Oh, my name is Lucia, he simplified it for me," Xiaolu smiled, and then pointed to the two rows of clothes on the shelf, "Today's clothes are all set, I'll give you makeup later. ."
When Xiaolu was putting makeup on Jiang Cheng, he glanced at today's clothes with the corner of his eye. He felt that it was similar to yesterday's clothes. They were all the styles of the mage, or the clothes for beggars, but they weren't all knitted. Part of it is hemp... The beggar is more like the beggar.
However, Jiang Cheng was willing to wear these, at least he wouldn't be harassed.
"Okay, in fact, you don't have to do anything," Xiao Lu took two steps back and looked at him, "This face should be very photogenic, and the outline is very clear."
"You talk too much," Gu Fei stuck his head out of the back room with the camera in hand, "Okay, change your clothes quickly, I'll be exhausted from taking pictures every day until night."
"It's alright," Xiaolu clapped her hands, "I'll have to work hard for you next. I'm going to the warehouse. If someone calls here, you can pick it up and tell them to call me on my cell phone."
"Okay." Gu Fei nodded.
Jiang Cheng waited for Xiao Lu to leave before going to the shelf to take a look, wanting to choose a set that was pleasing to the eye.
"You have to shoot," Gu Fei leaned against the door, "You have to wear it first and then wear it."
"...I know." Jiang Cheng had no choice but to pick up a set.
Gu Fei turned around and went back to the back room. He studied it and found that this set is quite multi-layered, not bad, and warm.
I just don't know why the clothes designed by Ding Zhuxin can't tell the difference between men and women, or they all look like women's clothes.
This set has loose-fitting linen trousers, but the upper body is a loose long top. After wearing it, I feel that I should have another rosary in my hand.
"Well," Gu Fei raised his eyebrows when he saw him walking in, "This set is not bad."
"Don't force me to complain about your aesthetics." Jiang Cheng stood in front of a bunch of lights that had already been turned on, and after yesterday's photoshoot, he no longer had the embarrassment of standing here and didn't know where to put his hands. .
"Just take a few steps, turn around, turn around," Gu Fei raised the camera to face him, "You can laugh or not."
Jiang Cheng tossed back and forth a few times in front of his camera: "Is it alright?"
"Fantastic," Gu Fei said, "if you have another close-up of your face, you can change your clothes."
"Why do you have a close-up of your face?" Jiang Cheng looked at him.
"You have a bit of a wound on your lips... You didn't notice it, did you?" Gu Fei asked.
"I found it," Jiang Cheng said, "what does it have to do with wanting a close-up of your face?"
"It's very exciting," Gu Fei pressed the shutter, "Okay, let's change clothes."
"No," Jiang Cheng didn't move, "Why?"
"I'll take a private photo," Gu Fei said, "Didn't I take a photo of you before?"
"...Okay." Jiang Cheng walked out. He had been very chaotic this morning, and he didn't bother to bother anymore.
He took another set from the shelf. He didn't see what the hell was on the upper body. Anyway, the lower body was still a pair of trousers, so he put the trousers on first.
After finishing the set, I was a little speechless. This is a pair of trousers that are nine out of nine and seven out of seven.
But now he can almost understand Ding Zhuxin's style, and if he doesn't understand it, he goes barefoot.
just clothes...
"Gu Fei," Jiang Cheng came in with a lump of burlap, shirtless and wearing cropped trousers, "You two are so small, can you explain to me what this thing is for?"
"Huh?" Gu Fei put down the camera and glanced at Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng was indeed in good shape, especially the scar on his ribs...
Jiang Cheng shook the thing in his hand away: "Is this the raw material? Is it unprocessed?"
Gu Fei looked at the large rectangular burlap in front of him and smiled: "I see, give it to me."
Jiang Cheng threw the cloth to him, he took it and folded it into a piece, then put it on Jiang Cheng’s shoulder and circled it twice.
"Fuck me?" Jiang Cheng was stunned, "Is this a scarf?"
"...No, but you can understand it that way." Gu Fei tugged the cloth back and forth for a long time, making the whole look like it was going around randomly.
"Someone bought this thing and I ate it." Jiang Cheng said.
"It's not necessarily for sale, it's just a display of design concepts," Gu Fei took two steps back, "Okay, it's very sexy."
"I think if I move, it will fall off," Jiang Cheng stiffened his arms, holding the cloth over his arms, "I can't move anymore."
"Just run over in front of me, don't care if it falls or not." Gu Fei raised the camera.
Jiang Cheng moved towards the set like a robot. Although his movements were funny, his smooth and sturdy back was still beautiful. Gu Fei pressed the shutter button.
Click.
"Is it ill?" Jiang Cheng tilted his head, and did not look back, probably because he was afraid that the party would fall if the action was too big, "Is this also a private filming?"
"Yes, I didn't pat your face again." Gu Fei said.
"How can you have the same virtue as Wang Xu." Jiang Cheng stood up.
"If I pat you, you will be more handsome," Gu Fei said, "When he pats you, it is all supported by your face."
"...Quick shot! It's about to fall!" Jiang Cheng simply didn't know what to say.
"Run." Gu Fei said.
Jiang Cheng froze in front of the camera with his upper body stiffened.
"Is it alright?" He turned his head to look at Gu Fei, the cloth on his body had fallen to the ground very smoothly.
Gu Fei held the camera and looked at him without speaking.
"Okay, I see," Jiang Cheng sighed, "Is it a little…"
"You just ran like a chicken." Gu Fei said.
"Fuck," Jiang Cheng was a little unhappy, "what the hell did you say?"
"Have you ever seen a chicken run?" Gu Fei said, "My head doesn't move."
Jiang Cheng stared at him, crouched down after a few seconds, and smiled at the ground: "Fuck, I'm not going to shoot this."
"It's a piece rate," Gu Fei said with a smile, "be dedicated to your work."
He had to stand up again: "Okay, try to run like a chicken for a while."
Gu Fei came over, picked up the sackcloth on the ground, and wrapped it around him again.
I don't know if it was because he was shirtless, when Gu Fei approached, he felt Gu Fei's breath hit his shoulders... This feeling made his heart beat faster.
Breathing on the face and on the ears, there will be no such obvious ambiguous feeling. The shoulders are the parts that will not be exposed in this season, and are psychologically hidden.
He felt a little uncomfortable, but he gritted his teeth and didn't speak, because he could feel that Gu Fei was very careful, and when he pulled the piece of cloth, he didn't touch him at all.
He didn't want to make himself appear too hypocritical and sensitive in Gu Fei's eyes.
"Okay," Gu Fei looked at it, "running from this side, just in time to get a picture of the scar."
"What kind of hobby is patting scars?" Jiang Cheng said.
"A person who has gone through vicissitudes..." Gu Fei raised the camera, "Little monk."
Just as Jiang Cheng was about to speak, he shouted again, "Run!"
Jiang Cheng had to pull his legs and run towards the opposite side, because he didn't want to run a third time, so this time he ran very recklessly. Halfway through, he felt the cloth slipping down from his body, but he didn't care, he took a few big steps. Step ran to the opposite side.
Looking back, the piece of cloth fell in the middle.
Gu Fei looked at the camera screen: "It's great."
One of the few shots I took was jumping up in the air, with my legs stretched out, and the "scarf" on my body was in a semi-slippery state, which made me feel very comfortable.
"Can I change it?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Another static one," Gu Fei thought for a while, then pointed to the single-seat sofa at the back, "Sit there, just wrap the cloth around in a circle, and throw it away."
"En." Jiang Cheng sat down.
"Put your arms on the armrests on both sides, relax, the lazier the better," Gu Fei looked at him from the camera, "put your legs on the other leg."
"I never cross my legs," Jiang Cheng raised his legs, "Is that so?"
"Don't do this, motherfucker," Gu Fei said, "the calf and ankle are on the back."
"Oh," Jiang Cheng braced his legs as he said, then leaned back on the sofa and put his head back, "Is that alright?"
After Gu Fei pressed the shutter, he held the camera for a long time without moving.
"Is it alright?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Okay," Gu Fei put down the camera, "Can I fix this and post it on Moments?"
"Ah?" Jiang Cheng was stunned for a while, he knew that Gu Fei often posted photos, there were Ermiao, there were scenes, there were also quite a few portraits, and there were people he knew and didn't know.
"This is also the one just now," Gu Fei glanced at him, "Is it alright?"
"Ah, okay," Jiang Cheng nodded, and asked again after thinking about it, "Do you often make money by taking pictures of people?"
"It's not very often," Gu Fei said, "it's a long time."
"Oh," Jiang Cheng suddenly sighed with emotion. This photo shoot was the first time in his life to make money. Last year, Pan Zhi took him to hand out flyers saying that he could experience life, but he didn't even go, "You're pretty cool."
"Fart," Gu Fei replied simply, "I have a lot of money for my family. It's really not enough to rely on that store. Gu Miao also needs to take medicine."
"Your mother... doesn't go to work?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"She's too busy to fall in love," Gu Fei smiled, "After my dad died, she didn't go to work anymore."
Jiang Cheng didn't speak. This was the first time he heard Gu Fei mention his father's death, and it really was.
That's... how did it die
He remembered what Li Baoguo said, although he didn't believe it, but... He couldn't ask, unless one day Gu Fei was willing to say it himself, just like he did to himself.
It was time to change into another set of clothes, Jiang Cheng went out, and quickly changed into the next set and came in.
Gu Fei glanced at it, and suddenly wanted to laugh a little, he really didn't know what Ding Zhuxin was thinking.
"Crazy primitive?" Jiang Cheng turned around helplessly, then took out something from the back of his waist and shook it, "It actually comes with a slingshot? I didn't say that this slingshot is a defective product, right? It's crooked."
"Really," With this outfit, even Jiang Cheng's figure and face couldn't hold up. Gu Fei couldn't hold back, he put down the camera and laughed for a long time, "Then use yours."
As soon as these words were said, he and Jiang Cheng lost their voices at the same time.
The room was so quiet that even the movement of the water dispenser spitting blisters sounded like thunder.
Gu Fei had a feeling.
Hang yourself.
The author has something to say:
Whoops! This is over. The author, who was watching the fun and not afraid of big things, said with a cold face.
They all say how come Kuromao-chan has ears again, haven't you noticed that it not only has a mouth and ears, but also has hands?" Because I forgot to add milk and sugar and I was too lazy to stand up again, the author who can only drink black coffee said again.
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