After a simple rebirth

Back to the sixth floor, because their class has the sixth floor to itself, many people would go to the corridor to get some fresh air and rest during breaks.

Fu Ying also stood at a place and looked into the distance. Juxing School was surrounded by wasteland and farmland. No real estate developers were willing to develop this area, so the view from the sixth floor was very good. There was a cool breeze, watching the primary school students on the first floor running around, and the junior high school students playing around, with a strong sense of vitality and youth.

Maomao asked her, "What are you looking at?"

What are you looking at? The overlap of the images deep in your memory and the scenes in reality, the vicissitudes of life and the playful youth, the maturity of the future and the immature face of today.

"Nothing, just daydreaming"

Just then, two boys came over here playing and almost bumped into her and Maomao. Before they could say anything, the taller boy started making a noise.

"You fat bitch, why are you blocking the road?"

Some people are mean, regardless of age, and their personalities will not change. This boy is called Wang Zhi. He is actually quite familiar with Fu Ying, but they are enemies. The two often quarrel and dislike each other. Now he is almost 1.7 meters tall, very thin, and should weigh less than 90 kilograms. Fu Ying is less than 1.6 meters tall, which is considered tall for her peers. Many girls are shorter than her, and some of them grow taller when they reach high school. Whenever Wang Zhi quarrels with Fu Ying, he calls her a fat woman, and Fu Ying calls him a bamboo pole. Fu Ying remembers that he grew taller after graduation, and he seems to be more than 1.8 meters tall, but he is still very thin. He is really a bamboo pole.

Fu Ying didn't argue with him and took Maomao into the classroom. Fu Ying didn't say anything back, but Wang Zhi was not used to it. He watched them go in and didn't say anything.

Fu Ying had nothing to do when she returned to her seat, so she took out the newly issued English test paper and started to work on it. The multiple-choice questions were simple and quick to complete. She circled the questions she was unsure about, and the cloze test was not difficult either. When she was about to write the essay, the bell rang.

Mao Mao, who had just come back from chatting with someone, saw that she was already preparing to write an essay and asked in surprise, "You finished it so quickly? You didn't just write it randomly, did you?"

“All that’s left is the composition, which I wrote very seriously.”

"I don't know if it will be collected for correction. If you make too many mistakes, the head teacher will scold you." Maomao felt that if he could finish it so quickly, it was basically just random writing.

"It's okay, I'll look at it tomorrow." Fu Ying felt that it would not be collected for revision, and she was not afraid.

The teacher came in and started the process again.

The head teacher asked us to take out our dictation books and start dictation. Fu Ying found the book with the dictation notes in her schoolbag. She wrote down 15 words, none of which were difficult, and Fu Ying felt that she had done most of it correctly.

The head teacher asked the group leader to collect the dictation books and give them to the class representative. Fu Ying knew that she was the class representative, so she waited for them to take them. Her deskmate stood up to collect the books, but Fu Ying did not move. Chen Weisi, who was sitting behind her, poked her back with a pen and said, "Collect the dictation books!"

What? I have three responsibilities? Am I also the team leader?

I stood up speechlessly and started collecting from the last row. There were only seven people. Why didn’t I just pass it to myself? Why did I have to ask others to stand up? . . .

Then Fu Ying's desk was piled with notebooks.

When the get out of class was over, the teacher asked Fu Ying to follow her with her notebook. Fu Ying knew that she was going to take it to the teacher's office.

The teacher's office is on the third floor. It seems that all the junior high school students are in one office. There are not many desks. The head teacher walked in front and sat down at a desk. There was an empty desk next to it. There were a few piles of dictation books on the desk. I saw the name of Class 92 written on the top. There are only two classes in the ninth grade, both taught by the head teacher. They should be placed on that desk. After putting down the book and seeing that the teacher had nothing else to say, Fu Ying said something and went back to class.

Fortunately it's not on the first floor, so I don't have to climb six floors!!!