Wen Qing was stunned.
The characters on the Chinese documents were written crookedly, and the writers worked so hard that the strokes of many characters scratched the paper.
There are yellow and brown dried stains all over the edges, as if they were stained maliciously.
Wen Qing picked up the book and looked at the table, then at the drawer.
Neat and clean, only the book is worn out and damaged.
It should not be done by someone to punish him, but related to the original owner of this book.
Wen lightly pursed his lips, and turned to the title page of the language document, on which were written two words in beautiful handwriting: Chen Jing.
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, his math book was also Chen Jing's.
He flexed his fingers and wanted to take a look at the math book. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Fu Ranxiu at the front desk, and he didn't dare to move again.
After waiting for a long time, Wen Qing didn't wait for Fu Ranxiu to sit back,
After hesitating for a moment, he raised his eyes cautiously.
Fu Ranxiu was not looking at him, but looking back, his expression was indifferent, his eyes were half closed, he didn't know what he was thinking.
Wen Qing followed his gaze and saw that Huang Mao and the others were seated.
Song Xuan didn't come back, neither did Huang Mao and the others.
Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, feeling a little nervous.
He didn't know if he had successfully threatened Song Xuan.
Isn't Song Xuan discussing with Huang Mao how to deal with him
Wen lightly pursed his lips, and asked 001 in his heart: [System, what do you think of the way I threatened Song Xuan just now?]
001: [Huh?]
Wen Qing thought that 001 didn't hear clearly, so she said it again in detail: [That's right... Didn't I just take advantage of Song Xuan's collapse and beat him up and threatened him?]
001: [Hmm...]
Wen Qing didn't understand the connotation of the system's trailing sound, and he asked: [Do you think I was fierce just now?]
001 recalled the scene at that time: [It's quite fierce.]
Like a kitten scratching someone.
Wen Qing asked again: [Are you fierce or not?]
001: [Very cute.]
Song Xuan almost wrote early.
Wen Qing didn't hear the difference in the tone of the two words clearly, and was slightly relieved to hear the system's affirmative answer.
Now that he has successfully threatened Song Xuan, he should be safe for the time being.
Song Xuan would definitely fear him.
Just as he was thinking, suddenly, the back door of the classroom was slammed on the door with a bang.
Wen Qing raised his eyes, only to see Huang Mao and others walking in carelessly.
They were laughing, pushing each other, and seemed to be in a good mood.
Just as Wen Qing was about to look away, Huang Mao looked at him.
Huang Mao stopped abruptly, and the smile on his face froze.
He pushed another short-haired boy and walked over.
"That squad leader." Huang Mao called Fu Ranxiu.
Wen Qing paused with his fingertips and pricked up his ears.
Huang Mao scratched his head, and hesitantly said to Fu Ranxiu, "Brother Song has gone to the hospital."
"Maybe I won't be able to come back today."
Fu Ranxiu frowned slightly: "Let him come back."
Huang Mao stammered, "Brother Song has already left."
"He said he was fatally injured, which would affect his happiness for the rest of his life."
Wen Qing who eavesdropped: "..."
Fu Ranxiu's face darkened upon hearing this incoherent excuse.
Seeing this, Huang Mao quickly said: "Squad leader, anyway, according to Brother Song's grades, even if you don't study for a day, the impact will not be great."
Fu Ranxiu glanced at him, stopped talking, and turned around to get ready.
Huang Mao swallowed nervously, and hurried back to his seat.
Wen Qing lay on the table, looking back through the gaps in the pile of books.
Huang Mao showed that he was afraid of Fu Ranxiu.
The other students seemed to be a little afraid of Fu Ranxiu.
And Song Xuan asked Fu Ranxiu for a day off
Too strange…
Wen Qing couldn't figure it out, he knew that school bullies similar to Song Xuan did their own thing, and it was impossible to report the itinerary to the squad leader.
Wen Qing blinked, and suddenly saw Fang Fang walking to Huang Mao's side, handing him a bottle of milk: "Thank you, Brother Huang."
Huang Mao took the milk, his cheeks were slightly red, and he said embarrassedly, "Thank you."
"This little matter, my brothers will definitely help you solve it."
"If you find that pervert again in the future, just let us know."
"Okay, thank you, Brother Huang." Fangfang smiled, turned and walked to her seat.
Huang Mao sat down on the chair, shook the milk in his hand triumphantly, winked at the little brothers next to him, and opened it to drink.
Several other people blah, "Qian Fangfang, you treat him differently."
"We also contributed."
"That bastard was dead, and he almost died when he was moved to the infirmary."
"No, I want milk too."
...
"I'll buy it for you this afternoon, okay?"
Wen Qing froze for a moment, and roughly understood what they were talking about.
The person Huang Mao and the others beat up just now was a pervert, and he probably did something to a girl named Fangfang.
At first glance, I think it's quite like a classmate.
If you think about it carefully... Fangfang is letting them fight violence with violence.
Still talking about this kind of thing openly in the classroom...
Wen Qing glanced at Fu Ranxiu's back and frowned slightly.
Fu Ranxiu's back was straight, his sitting posture was correct, and he didn't mean to care about Huang Mao and others.
Wen Qing thought about it a little bit.
Since Fu Ranxiu has the final say on matters in Class 1, that is to say, using violence to control violence, making fun of Xu Yuan, etc., Fu Ranxiu is acquiescing...
Soon, the class bell rang.
All the students immediately entered the study state and began to study. Even Huang Mao and others opened the book and turned two pages while yawning.
Wen Qing glanced around, except for Song Xuan, Zhang Yang and Xu Yuan were not there.
There was a sound of footsteps at the door.
The person who came was not Xu Yuan, but the teacher with black thick-rimmed glasses that I saw yesterday.
He walked into the classroom, glanced at the students casually, and didn't care at all whether any students were not in the classroom.
The teacher turned on the computer, clicked on the PPT, and said to everyone: "Today, review the first unit."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for the students to open the textbooks, he directly clicked on the first PPT and read the words: "First of all, the definition of a novel, a novel is centered on the portrayal of characters, through complete storylines and specific environment descriptions to reflect…”
The teacher was perfunctory in class, and the students didn't look up, and everyone was studying on their own.
After more than ten minutes, the teacher probably got thirsty from reading. The teacher drank some water, sat down on the chair, and said to Fu Ranxiu, "Self-study in the second half of the class, monitor."
Fu Ranxiu responded, and said to everyone, "Self-study."
The students are still reading and brushing up questions.
There is no difference between self-study and class.
Wen Qing looked at it for a while, and then began to search for which ones belonged to Chen Jing in the books he moved.
Soon, many were found.
Chinese books, math books, physics books... etc. are all textbooks for the third year of high school, and less than half of the textbooks have Chen Jing's name written on them.
Each book has different degrees of scratches, deep and shallow, many and few, and there are many abusive words.
Judging from the handwriting, it is not written by the same person.
Wen Qing pursed his lips, lost in thought.
"Report, report." A low female voice suddenly sounded from the door of the classroom.
The classroom was very quiet, which made the voice especially loud.
Wen Qing raised her head, it was Xu Yuan who came back, her face was extremely pale and her eyes were red.
The teacher glanced at her and asked, "What class? What's the matter?"
Xu Yuan was stunned for a moment: "I'm in class one."
Hearing this, the teacher looked her up and down and frowned: "Are you a transfer student?"
Xu Yuan nodded.
The teacher didn't care about Xu Yuan's strange expression at all, but frowned even tighter, and said displeasedly: "Come in quickly, don't disturb other students' study."
Xu Yuan hurried back to her seat, lowered her head and said nothing.
Wen Qing lowered her eyes and thought, not only the students, but also the teachers have different attitudes towards transfer students.
A class is over soon.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and before the teacher on the podium could speak, a class of students dismissed get out of class on their own.
The teacher has no sense of presence in this class, and seems to be just a decoration on the podium.
Wen Qing glanced at Jiang Yan, saw that he was still sleeping, got up and walked out of the classroom.
As he pondered, he looked at the other classes along the corridor.
Several classes were noisy, chasing and fighting, and the teacher of one class was still dragging the class.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
At the end, the last class is the third and sixth class of high school.
Seeing a strange classmate standing outside the door, the board-inch boy sitting at the back door of the classroom asked carelessly: "Student, who are you looking for?"
Wen Qing paused, and asked hesitantly, "Do you know Chen Jing?"
"Chen Jing?" The board-inch boy was slightly taken aback, then turned his head and shouted, "Chen Jing, is someone looking for you?"
"Chen Jing is not here! I went to the office."
"Oh, Chen Jing isn't here." The board-inch boy sent another message to Wen Qing.
Wen Qing was startled, she didn't expect that there was also a student named Chen Jing in this class.
He quickly said, "I'm not looking for Chen Jing from your class."
"I just want to ask, do you know Chen Jing from class one?"
The board-inch boy thought for a while, and said doubtfully, "Is there no one named Chen Jing in the first class?"
Wen Qing asked tentatively: "Didn't there used to be someone named Chen Jing?"
"Maybe a transfer student?"
"Ah, that's right, that's right," the board-inch boy suddenly realized, and said to Wen Qing, "It seems that there is a girl named Chen Jing, who has the same name as our class."
After finishing speaking, he looked at Wen Qing strangely: "Then you go to the first class to look for it. Why do you come to our class to ask?"
Wen Qing said slowly: "I, I'm a transfer student from Class 1. I'm a bit shy, and I dare not ask about Chen Jing, a classmate in my class."
After finishing speaking, Wen Qing herself realized that this excuse was too ridiculous.
He blushed slightly, smiled awkwardly at the boy, and continued to make up: "She, she is my classmate in junior high school, I thought I could meet..."
The board-inch boy was dazed by Wen Qing's smile.
He hadn't thought about it at all that a student who was afraid of asking questions to his classmates would actually dare to go to other classes to ask questions.
He stammered and said to Wen Qing: "I, I actually don't know the transfer students from Class 1."
"They won't stay for long, they will leave soon."
Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and asked curiously, "Why?"
The Bancun boy scratched his head, and said honestly: "I don't know either, maybe it's because the study intensity in class one is too high. Seeing that they are all pale and emaciated from studying, how can they study all day long?"
Wen Qing was silent. From the time schedule, isn't the study intensity of Class 1 just a few evening self-study sessions
"It's also possible that the study pressure is too great." The board-inch boy added.
Wen Qing saw that the boy really didn't know the reason, so he asked instead: "Is there anything that needs attention in class one?"
The board-inch boy said blankly: "Study hard?"
Wen Qing: "..."
Bancun boy: "There is nothing to pay attention to in class one. You can integrate into them after studying hard. It's normal to not get used to it when you first come here. The relationship between the students in class one is very good. They are the only class that has not been split... "
The board-inch boy chattered on and on for a while, but Wen Qing didn't find a chance to interject.
After praising Class 1, he took a look at Wen Qing's prettier face than girls, and said shyly, "Well... If you really can't stay in Class 1, you can come to our class."
"Our class is also very good."
Wen Qing nodded and replied, "Okay."
Class was about to start, Wen Qing bid farewell to the board-inch boy, turned and walked back to the classroom.
Walking to the front door of the classroom, I saw Jiang Yan coming out.
He was leaning against the wall, his slender legs carelessly crossed, his long curly hair draped over his shoulders, glowing golden in the sunlight.
"Jiang Yan." Wen Qing called out.
Jiang Yan glanced at him lazily, raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"
Wen Qing was taken aback, why does this voice sound like a man's voice
Because I just woke up
Wen Qing walked up to Jiang Yan, lowered her voice and said, "I just... um."
Before he finished speaking, an index finger rested on his lips.
Jiang Yan bent his fingers, gently touched the bright red lips with his fingertips, and asked lazily, "Little brother, who chewed your mouth?"