Song Qiaoxi listened to Teacher Feng say in her ear, "Song Qiaoxi, they are all elementary school students. You can't be so squeamish and stop crying."
She desperately shook her head as she chewed the chocolate in her mouth.
What are you squeamish, you are not squeamish.
This kind of "gossip" of elementary school chickens can't hurt her at all. In her old memory, she is now in fifth grade, a serious young lady, and a monitor.
Usually in the class, it is she who educates the naughty and naughty male classmates who are disobedient, and no one dares to provoke her.
What Song Qiaoxi was worried about was that she was almost caught by Teacher Feng and blatantly ate something in class. As an experienced elementary school chicken, she certainly knew the seriousness of this matter.
He clearly avoided the teacher's sight, why did Teacher Feng come over again
Ah, it would be too embarrassing to be found out...
Xiao Nuo Tuan loves eating and noodles. When there is a conflict between eating and noodles, of course, noodles have the upper hand.
Song Qiaoxi had long been immune to the words Jiang Qisheng said about "children-in-law" and "family" that obviously wanted to provoke her.
For the first time, she was a little shy when she heard the leader's uncle say "children's son-in-law" with her friends in the neighborhood committee office.
Later, in the compound, I heard my uncles and aunts making jokes like "baby kisses" with many children. Uncle Wang even joked about her and Wang Junyang.
The more she listened to it, the longer she would not take it seriously.
These adults are very naive
One by one, they like to make fun of cubs!
As for the "family", Jiang Qisheng is right. Chu Jin is now a part of their Song family, a family.
So, it's nothing to be angry with if this is directed at me.
Teacher Feng patted her on the shoulder again and asked about the situation.
Song Qiaoxi gritted her teeth, she could only rely on herself for the trouble she caused!
Covering his face with one hand and his eyes with one hand, he let out a cry of "嘤夤嘤", slipped out from under Teacher Feng's armpit, identified the direction between his fingers, and ran out of the classroom.
"Song Qiaoxi! Where are you going, come back to me!"
Teacher Feng's hurried shouts and footsteps sounded behind him.
Most of the chocolate in Xiao Nuo Tuan's mouth had melted, and he didn't dare to turn his head. He said sticky as he ran: "Lao Si, I, I'm going to the toilet... Ma Sang is fat... . .. "
"Go back quickly."
Teacher Feng stopped and stopped chasing her.
Song Qiaoxi ran into the toilet and finally finished the chocolate left in her mouth.
She stood in front of the long washbasin and quickly rinsed her mouth with water, looking at her embarrassed appearance in the mirror, her eyes were red, as if she had just cried.
Rubbing his eyes in front of the mirror, sticking out his tongue embarrassingly, he turned and walked towards the classroom.
Standing near the podium, Chu Jin frowned as Song Qiaoxi ran out of the classroom, feeling that something was wrong.
His eyes fell on the tabletop of the Nuo Dumpling class, next to the pink Huaxianzi semi-automatic pencil case, a ball of golden candy paper was thrown.
He frowned slightly, keenly smelling the faint scent of hazelnut mixed with chocolate in the air.
Thinking that when she pulled Jiang Qisheng over, Song Qiaoxi didn't cry at all, she just tried her best to block her face from the teacher's sight, leaning on her arm and shaking her head.
Vaguely, I saw Xiao Nuo Tuan's white and tender cheeks, bulging
Her movements and demeanor make her look more like a little squirrel stealing nuts
The boy suddenly realized!
It turned out that I just worried about her for nothing...
Chu Jin also thought that this squeamish glutinous dumpling was hurt by Jiang Qisheng's bastard words, and cried out sadly.
Recalling that Song Qiaoxi rushed out the door just now, making a somewhat unnatural "cry"...
His long, pale fingers clenched silently, his chest was stuffy, and his cheeks were warm.
I really didn't see that Nuo Tuanzi was still a "little showman"
Teacher Feng came back from the classroom, rectified the classroom discipline, comforted Chu Jin a few words, and went to talk to Jiang Qisheng in the back row.
Zhao Xin at the next table is also one of the "initiators" of this incident. Of course, he understands what happened.
He was extremely annoyed, and felt that he had harmed Song Qiaoxi. He wanted to be friends with Ding Miao too much, so he let Song Qiaoxi eat Jinsha chocolate.
Elementary school is no better than kindergarten. His mother taught him in advance that he should not eat during class, and can distribute candy to children during class breaks.
Song Qiaoxi was his first friend in the elementary school attached to the normal school. Of course, Zhao Xin knew the truth of being honest with friends.
It's just that his character is naturally soft, and now he has no idea at all, and his little butt is wriggling anxiously on the bench.
In 1996, a long bench was used in the classroom for the first grade of the primary school attached to the normal school, and two people at the same table sat on a bench.
Ding Miao noticed that the bench kept moving.
She was at the same table as if she couldn't sit still, dangling around
Pushing on his glasses, he looked up from the book and turned his head to find Zhao Xin blushing brightly, with crystal beads of sweat on his forehead, and looking at himself with helplessness in his eyes.
"Miaomiao, Song Qiaoxi ate the chocolate I gave, so the teacher won't find out..."
The boy's eyes were red and his big eyes were foggy. He hesitated for a long time, but lowered his head and confessed to Ding Miao in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
Somehow, as soon as Zhao Xin saw Ding Miao, he felt that she was the kind of child who is very assertive, good at learning, and very independent, and he was full of goodwill towards her.
Although the little girl wears glasses, Ding Miao's eyes are big and round, even wearing glasses can't cover her beautiful eyes...
Ding Miao and the little adults sighed and shook their heads.
That's why she doesn't like hanging out with the "Little Three Gang".
Song Qiaoxi, Wang Junyang, and their naughty little brother, they knew how to be mischievous every day. As long as the three of them appeared, there would be no peace.
She thought that Song Qiaoxi had really changed, becoming no longer arrogant, domineering, and unreasonable. Who knew that she would start acting weird in class now.
Ding Miao is not that kind of enthusiastic child. He didn't want to deal with Zhao Xin, who blushed easily, but turned his head and looked at the boy's sincere eyes...
A picture suddenly flashed in his mind, Song Qiaoxi called her name sweetly several times, looking forward to being her friend...
I always feel that Song Qiaoxi now is not the same as before.
Now Xixi, looking at people's eyes, full of trust and love is about to overflow, very sincere.
It is undeniable that Song Qiaoxi is very attractive, so cute that she is not aggressive at all. Even if everyone is a little girl, whoever sees her first face will want to get close to her.
A soft and cute, fleshy little glutinous ball, with big eyes bent into crescents, smiling at people, his eyes shining like stars.
The little curly hair of the glutinous dumpling was either a pair of ponytails like rabbit ears tied by Aunt Qiao's skillful hands, or two flower buds. Unlike his mother, who always cut her short hair like her sister's head.
Song Qiaoxi is no longer naughty, Ding Miao originally planned to continue to observe her, and then accepted to be her friend.
just now...
Song Qiaoxi's mistake was that she shouldn't eat in class, but if it wasn't for her tablemate, she would have to give her candy...
These two are half a catty.
After all, it's not an error of principle.
"You don't have to worry, she's fine. Song Qiaoxi is smart, she can solve it by herself and won't be discovered by the teacher."
Ding Miao whispered, glanced at Zhao Xin, and nodded slightly to him.
The little girl wearing glasses didn't even notice it herself, and the words she spoke to the boy contained some consolation.
For a long time, her tablemate did not make any movement.
Ding Miao looked up at him suspiciously, Zhao Xin blushed like a shrimp scalded in boiling water, staring at the sugar bag in his hand dumbly, without saying a word, what was he thinking
Push the glasses, retract the line of sight.
Well, boys are really fragile...
At this moment, Mr. Feng has been disturbed by the "big drama" of the opening of the school by the first-year peas who are particularly able to "do things" this year.
Jiang Qisheng, who was in front of her, had been educated for a long time, and had no regrets.
Xiao Pangdun looked left and right, and seemed to find that Chu Jin, who was far away from the podium, would not come over, and soon returned to his rude attitude of "accepting with an open mind and never changing after repeated teachings".
Wasn't this kid in preschool before
"Report."
At the door of the classroom, stood a curly little glutinous ball.
Song Qiaoxi is back.
Teacher Feng asked Jiang Qisheng to return to his seat, walked over quickly, saw her pursing her lips, and smiled embarrassedly at herself.
The little girl's big eyes were red and the tip of her nose was also red, and she looked pitiful.
Seeing that Song Qiaoxi was all right, Teacher Feng comforted her a few more words and said to Jiang Qisheng in the back row with a serious expression, "Jiang Qisheng, come to my office after class."
The little chubby who was "doing things" shrank down, and no one in the class spoke any more. Teacher Feng quickly divided the rest of the table.
Song Qiaoxi returned to her seat and saw that Chu Jin's face was still a little stern. She was standing near the podium with her schoolbag on her back.
I just experienced "the rest of my life", and I wanted to share it with him with excitement on my face, and I also wanted to thank him for letting Jiang Qisheng come over and apologize to himself.
He waved at him in a small arc, indicating to Chu Jin, "Look here, look here."
Chu Chu could see Xiao Nuo Tuan excitedly waving to himself, frowning slightly.
It seems that anything related to Song Qiaoxi, Uncle Song and Aunt Qiao is very easy to get angry, and he is so angry that he wants to knock down everyone who bullies them and says bad things.
But the strange thing is that even if he gets angry again, as long as Song Qiaoxi, a glutinous dumpling, laughs at him, he will not be able to express his temper.
The fists swung out seemed to hit the soft cotton.
The boy's self-esteem told Chu Jin, don't pay attention to her now, just made him worry so much, the little dumpling obviously didn't cry, eating chocolate was full of energy...
Chu Jin only held it for a few seconds before he couldn't bear it any longer. He couldn't ignore such a big man and winked at him desperately.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Song Qiaoxi.
Her almond-shaped eyes were curved, her two small white and tender hands were attached to her round face, and she exaggeratedly said to him with her lips: "Chu Jin, thank you wow~"
A few words, almost shouted out, for fear that others will not hear.
Song Qiaoxi found that Chu Jin was looking at her, and thanked him unreservedly.
Before he finished speaking, he saw a touch of red on the boy's pale face.
Immediately, in addition to his face turning red, even his neck and earlobes turned pink.
Chu Jin immediately turned his back.
Xiao Nuo Tuan looked at the tall and straight back of the boy, but could only see that her head was hanging slightly, which made her a little dazed for a while.
What's wrong with Chu Jin, why is he blushing
Before Song Qiaoxi could think about it, Teacher Feng's voice sounded in the class: "Students, the seats are basically arranged. Now the teacher asks you a question..."
The heels tapped the concrete floor in the classroom, and stopped after walking a few steps.
Teacher Feng stood beside the podium, about half a meter away from Chu.
Feng Aihua glanced around the little Doudings in Grade 1, Class 5, looked at the curious faces of the children, and asked with a smile, "Who among you would like to sit at the same table with Chu Jin?"
Chu Jin paused after hearing this, his fingertips clenched the strap of his schoolbag unconsciously, and his heartbeat accelerated sharply.
The little Doudings in the classroom looked at each other, looking at Teacher Feng's smiling and kind appearance, and at Chu Jin, who looked like a "little prince", there was a rustling sound in the class.
The children were visibly overwhelmed.
Most of the children in the compound knew Chu Jin. Before his parents died, his family was very good, and it can be said that he was the best in the compound.
Chu Jin is good-looking, dressed up handsomely and decently by his mother, learns everything quickly, and has a super high IQ. The adults in the compound praise him for his courtesy when they meet him.
But just now, Chu Jin grabbed Jiang Qisheng and apologized so fiercely, his eyes were cold, a little scary...
Some children kept silent, some children tentatively wanted to raise their hands, looked around and saw that no one appeared, then lowered their heads timidly, deliberately avoiding Teacher Kai Feng's earnest gaze.
Suddenly, a small hand was raised high and rubbed desperately in front of Teacher Feng.
"Teacher! I would like to sit at the same table with Chu Jin!"
Song Qiaoxi ate toffee and chocolate. She was very thirsty. She filled her stomach with the small water bottle "ton ton ton" prepared by her mother in both hands.
Hearing what Teacher Feng said, she hurriedly put down the kettle and wiped the water from her mouth. Before she could screw the lid on, she was about to raise her hand.
Suddenly I was startled when I heard the little girl's sharp voice.
Someone is one step ahead of her
Looking at the source of the sound, near the first row of the classroom door, a little girl with a long ponytail almost stood up from the bench, and the tip of her finger almost poked Teacher Feng's nostril.
Feng Aihua flashed in the direction of the podium, frowned slightly, and sighed heavily.
This little girl is quite a tiger...
The little girl who raised her hand, named Liang Feifei, was also a child of the compound, the same age as Song Qiaoxi.
Liang Feifei, the original owner had never provoked her. She was Song Qiaoxi's one of the few nodding acquaintances among the children in the compound.
The original owner's temperament is typical of "bullying the soft and fearing the hard". At first glance, Liang Feifei is not the kind of child who is easy to bully. She has a bold and daring personality, and is a good "pulling head flower", and her small mouth is no better than the original owner.
There is not much intersection between the two girls.
Liang Feifei's father and Song's father are in the same editing room as colleagues. Her mother and Song's mother are teachers in a higher vocational college, but Song's mother teaches mathematics and Liang's mother teaches art.
Since both parents are colleagues, it is inevitable that they will meet frequently. Mama Liang loves to compare her daughters with Mama Song, for fear that Xixi's limelight will overwhelm Feifei.
Mother Liang, who is an art teacher, is very good at dressing up her daughter, and Liang Feifei is a fashionable little girl in the courtyard.
What is Faye Wong's sky braided look, loose denim overalls, everything that's popular in the season is for girls.
Although Feifei's skin is not fair, with a pair of phoenix eyes and a high nose bridge, her facial features are very typical of a pungent northern girl. She has not been fat since she was a child, and her cheeks are thin.
His long black hair was tied into a high ponytail, and his eyes were sharp.
Unlike Song Qiaoxi's soft and cuddly appearance, Liang Feifei looks like a young girl with old ideas.
"Mr. Feng, Chu Jin sits with me!" Liang Feifei repeated again.
She withdrew her raised hand, poked her fingers on the shoulders of the round-faced little tablemate sitting beside her, and gave the little girl an order, "You, get up, and sit in the back."
The round-faced little roommate raised his head in horror, holding the open schoolbag in one hand, and the big-headed son and the small-headed father's printed pencil case in the other, and cast his eyes helplessly at Teacher Feng, his emotions were on the verge of collapse, and he was about to cry. .
Teacher Feng stepped off the podium and stood there awkwardly. He told them to sit down first, and then heard Chu Jin's dry and hoarse voice, "Teacher, I will sit by myself."
Chu Jin's tone was always cold, and he didn't even look at Liang Feifei.
With good eyesight, he saw an empty table in the last row of the classroom, nodded politely to Teacher Feng, and walked to the back row of the classroom with his schoolbag on his back.
Teacher Feng is also very helpless. Such a sensitive child may respect his own choice, which will make him feel better.
Default to his choice.
Chu Jin tightly grasped the shoulder straps of his schoolbag with both hands, pursed his lips and walked past the desks, ignoring the gazes of his classmates.
He didn't want to be at the same table with Liang Feifei, to be precise, he didn't need to be at the same table at all.
It doesn't matter if you sit in the last row, even if you see Song Qiaoxi raising her hands halfway, she looks at him anxiously.
He was still ruthless and didn't let her have a chance to speak, because he had his own plans.
Chu Jin didn't want any "rumours" to hurt Nuo Tuanzi in the slightest.
The Song family was the only family he had to protect in this world.
Song Qiaoxi never found a chance to interject. She held her hands high, and Teacher Feng didn't see it either. She was busy comforting Liang Feifei's little roommate, and the round-faced girl lay on the table and cried.
Liang Feifei, on the other hand, looked disgusted, and turned the language book in a very unbeautiful mood.
Under the amazed eyes of all the children, Chu Jin walked to the last row of tables without anyone else, took out the handkerchief prepared by Aunt Qiao, wiped the table clean, put down his schoolbag and sat down.
Opening the book and tidying up the desktop, he ignored anyone, completely ignoring those curious or suspicious eyes.
Teacher Feng started to teach.
In the first grade of primary school, the first class is the Chinese class given by the head teacher.
Song Qiaoxi spent the entire class looking for opportunities, secretly looking at Chu Jin in the back row.
Nuo Tuanzi blinked, watching Chu Jin sit quietly in the last row of the classroom.
He paid no attention to anyone, like a crystal clear little ice man, with his own "don't disturb strangers" barrier, and he didn't react at all to the onlookers of the surrounding classmates.
Seeing Chu do it all by himself, sitting there alone, makes me uncomfortable.
Xiao Nuo Tuan swore to protect Chu Jin, and raised her hand just now to tell the teacher that she would like to be at the same table with Chu Jin.
To be honest, she is not at ease with who Chu Jin is sitting with, and it is better for others to know him than herself...
In this class, Song Qiaoxi didn't pay attention to the textbook at all.
In the old memory, the knowledge learned in elementary school is all there, and I am not worried that my parents will be embarrassed if I fail the mid-term and final exams.
Turning his head from the left side for a while, talking about his head from the right side for a while, Nuo Tuanzi tried his best to make his movements smaller, and basically didn't make any big noises.
Fortunately, the class teacher Feng's class is quite special. There are nearly 70 children in a class. As long as they don't talk indiscriminately, keep quiet, and do a little movement so as not to disturb other students, she will never overdo it.
In this respect, unlike other teachers in the 1990s who were extremely strict, Feng Aihua paid more attention to the nature of children.
Children are naturally active. For a long class, sitting there motionless, an adult would be exhausted, let alone a group of six or seven-year-old dolls.
Too much control is counterproductive.
It was so easy to get to the end of get out of class, when the get out of class bell rang and Teacher Feng walked out of the classroom door, Song Qiaoxi couldn't hold back.
Looking at the seats in the last row of the classroom from a distance, she made a bold decision.
Next to Chu Jin, there is an empty seat.
The teacher did not say that no one else is allowed to sit!
As soon as the temper of Nuo Tuanzi's little straight ball came up, she got full marks in execution.
The little hand pulled out the schoolbag from the hole of the table with a "crashing", and tidied up the stationery and books on the table, stuffing all the brains into the schoolbag.
A series of movements caused the little freckled tablemate to tilt his head to look at Song Qiaoxi frequently.
Under the stunned gaze of the tablemate, Song Qiaoxi put on a small schoolbag on her back, a kettle in her hand, and swaggered back.
Liang Feifei, who was sitting in the first row, also turned around and let out a "hum" from her nose, wanting to see what the hell Song Qiaoxi was up to.
Chu Jin didn't choose himself to be the same table, it must be because he hasn't come out of the shadow of losing his parents, and he doesn't want to be friends with anyone.
I vaguely remember that Song Qiaoxi also raised her hand at that time, wouldn't she also want to sit at the same table with Chu Jin? But it doesn't matter, doesn't Chu Jin ignore him? People are willing to sit by themselves.
She grew up in the courtyard, and she liked this little prince-like boy very much since she was a child. She hopes to be a good friend with him, but Chu Jin rarely has time to play with her peers in the courtyard. Liang Feifei has never had the opportunity to contact Chu Jin. .
Don't worry, there are six years in primary school, and there is always a chance to become good friends with him.
Thinking of this, Liang Feifei felt much better, and she didn't feel that she lost face compared with Song Qiaoxi.
She has been compared by her mother with the children in the compound all the year round, for fear that she is inferior to other children.
From a very young age, I have a scale in my heart. Before interacting with children, I need to put it on the scale and "weigh it" first, and then consider whether to be friends.
Staring at Song Qiaoxi's cheerful back, I saw a small glutinous dumpling, walking all the way from the second row of the classroom to the last row of the classroom like a walk, stopping...
Liang Feifei's eyes suddenly widened in disbelief, and she felt sour and regretful at the moment.
Why didn't you think it could be like this? !