On a day in September, the wind and rain were raging outside, and the head teacher, Lao Lin, was fifteen minutes late.
After talking about the new semester handbook and summer homework, the whole process was fast and never stopped, interspersed with a few sentences from time to time, "I'm a sophomore in high school and only have one year left. Boys, I haven't cheered up yet. I plan to move bricks for others after graduation. Can’t you wait until you’re in college and then play games? College has plenty of time to pick up girls and some time to play games!”
Under such nagging, Rong Wan kept staring at the breakfast that was put on Yuan Yun's table. The hot soy milk was completely cold, and the soup dumplings were sticking to the bag and stumbling around.
A full forty minutes have passed, and Yuan Yunpeng didn't touch it.
He didn't even lift his eyelids.
Rong Wan knew that he didn't eat breakfast, because he had no money, and the daily money was only enough to eat the most frugal lunch in the cafeteria, so he asked Father Jing to stop halfway and went down to buy him breakfast. Not only do I want to give him breakfast today, but I want to buy him breakfast tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the next two years.
But here comes the problem, Yuan Yun doesn't even look at him, this breakfast can only be emptied into the trash can.
Rong Wan thought over and over in his heart, afraid that he would not be eaten because of his strong self-esteem, so he lay down on the table, covered his face with a book, leaned over, and whispered: "I really don't want to eat? I didn't buy it specially for you, just I just bought too many, so I distributed a few copies to my classmates, and the first few classmates have some."
The students in front listened to what the school grass behind them said, and thought, fart, there is a fart.
Yuan Yun ignored it, and didn't even stop writing the question. It was as if Rong Wan who was chirping beside him was just an automatic player.
Rong Wan looked at his indifferent profile.
It feels like he has sealed himself in an iron box. The iron box is cold and cold. He ignores anyone and doesn't let anyone spy on him. Sitting here, not saying anything or doing anything, the whole person exudes an extremely cold and sharp aura, no wonder the whole class dare not approach.
That's all.
Rong Wan thought to himself, little unlucky ghost, if you don't eat his breakfast now, be careful and warn you later.
But Yuan Yun has a very good mind and a very quick thinking in solving problems. After looking at it for a while, he worked on the questions, compared the answers at the end of the homework, and found that his auxiliary lines were different from ordinary people. He didn't need to swipe a few straight lines when he came up with a ruler, and the answer came out in a short while. All right. The steps are cleaner than the answers.
Rong Wan stared at him, he regarded Rong Wan as air.
In this case, Rong Wan's gaze on him became even more unscrupulous, and finally fell on his hand, with white and slender knuckles, rounded and neatly trimmed nails, and a standard and handsome posture for holding the pen. A deep bloodstain ran from the tiger's mouth to the back of his hand.
Apparently it's a new injury.
It looks like it was scratched by a knife or something like glass.
It is impossible to clearly describe the source of every wound on his body in the original text, so Rong Wan doesn't know how he got it, only that after being soaked in rainwater and washed away, some blood seeped out there faintly.
Rong Wan struggled in his heart, and took out the Band-Aid without hesitation. When he went to buy breakfast in the morning, he bought a large bag. Not only did he buy this, but he also hid some gauze and iodine in his school bag. Knowing that there will be large and small wounds on Yuan Yun's body, this thing can come in handy at any time.
He tore off the Band-Aid and leaned over it.
Yuan Yun brushed up and wrote the questions, indifferent.
So Rong Wan got bolder, squeezed the band-aid with both hands, aimed at his wound, and carefully stuck it up—
Before putting it on, Yuan Yun suddenly withdrew his hand, in a tense state of alert. He finally frowned and gave Rong Wan a hard look.
Dare to stare at me, Rong Wan almost didn't stare back.
The commotion was a bit loud, and Lao Lin, the class teacher in front of him, looked over and swiped his triangular ruler across the podium: "What's going on behind the scenes?! What's the fuss about?"
All the students around looked over.
Rong Wan quickly raised his hand and said: "There is no teacher, I am doing a problem, the eraser is dropped and handed over, pick it up."
When he saw Jing Yizhi, the head teacher Lao Lin's expression softened obviously. Who doesn't like a young man like Jing Yizhi, who is sunny and cheerful with a bright smile, and his grades are average, but his family is rich. Last semester, he donated three dormitory buildings for the school, and now most of the teachers have moved in, so Can you not give more love to Mr. Jing's precious son, Jing Yizhi
But when his gaze fell to another lifeless pitch-black head on the side, he couldn't help frowning again. The class was too hasty, and I didn't have time to pay attention to where Jing Yizhi was sitting. Why is this kid so overwhelmed that he has to sit there
"Be quiet, those who are doing the questions don't do the questions, just concentrate on listening to me." Lao Lin motioned for Rong to put down his hands, and just about to continue chattering, his eyes turned and stared at the breakfast on Yuan Yun's table, and suddenly Annoyed.
How many times have I said that the smell of breakfast in the classroom will affect others, why are these students so disobedient
Lao Lin's brows were suddenly twisted so that a fly could be killed, "Yuan Yun, didn't you say that you eat breakfast in the classroom, you have to clean it up before class, okay? What are you doing here? Do you want to continue eating during class? Yes. Yes!"
Yuan Yun put down his pen, raised his eyelids and glanced at him, without saying a word, with a blank expression on his face.
Lao Lin was so annoyed by the sudden look that looked like a fool, and just about to continue the operation, he saw the good boy Jing Yizhi hastily picked up the pile of breakfast, stood up and apologized obediently: "Teacher, this is mine. mine!"
After Rong finished holding the pot, he was panicked, "I just moved here, and I cleaned up the table. If I couldn't fit it, I threw it on the table at the same table. How can I blame him?"
After finishing speaking, he quickly brought up his breakfast and threw it in the trash can.
Lao Lin had nothing to say, held his breath for a while, and said: "What do you look at, a little trouble can make you go to heaven, whether you come to school to study or gossip, over there, whisper, show me the blackboard! Continuing with the topic just now, this semester..."
The whole morning, Yuan Yun didn't say a word to himself, and didn't show an expression to himself.
Rong Wan was a little helpless, but not discouraged.
The food in the Henggao cafeteria tastes good. Students usually go there to eat at noon. It is not far from the teaching building, only a few hundred meters away. But on the first day of school, there was heavy rain, and the whole school was flooded. There were many students who would rather go hungry in the classroom, especially the girls who had just had a new hairstyle for fear of getting their hair wet.
Seeing that Yuan Yun started to clean up the things on the table, Rong saw that he was going to eat, so he bent down to look left and right, but he didn't see his umbrella on the ground, so he asked, "Where's your umbrella? No umbrella, it's so big If the rain rushes over, I will definitely be completely soaked again."
The little hapless guy ignored him and didn't even look at him.
To go out, she stood up and stood beside him, motionless, motioning for him to get out of the way. Rong Wan laughed angrily, feeling like an automatic door opening and closing, Yuan Yun stopped here, he had to get out of the way, he had to open the door, right? He sat firmly in his seat, thinking that no matter how Yuan Yun beats anyone, he won't beat himself.
Seeing that he refused to move away, Yuan Yun frowned slightly, as if he was a little puzzled.
Rong Wan looked at his drooping black eyelashes, but suddenly felt distressed, thinking why did she tease him, why did she still tease him in this situation, so she fell silent for a while, and stood up to get out of the way.
Yuan Yun recovered his expressionless face, grabbed the meal card on the table, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and planned to leave.
"Yuan Yun." Rong Wan called him to stop, this time he did not try to hook his arm to approach him, otherwise Rong Wan suspected that he would directly beat himself to the ground with a conditioned reflex.
Yuan Yun ignored him and went straight to the back door of the classroom.
Rong Wan took out two umbrellas from his schoolbag, Jing Meng, the eldest brother of Jing Yizhi, put them in intentionally, and prepared double copies of everything, just in case Jing Yizhi would not be enough for school.
He trotted for two steps, and passed the umbrella over. There were some hidden emotions in his eyes. Because of his sadness, there was a bit of crystal mist: "I have two, let me lend you."
Yuan Yun glanced at him, passed him by the shoulder indifferently, and went out.