Peach and Plum Do Not Speak

The high school of the experimental class is in full swing from the beginning. In addition to the monthly grade test, the experimental class will also conduct weekly tests. After several frequent exams, the students in the experimental class basically understood each other's strengths.

Everyone was very frustrated to find that Grandma's gray assistant class really had two brushes. Except for the junior class leader who could compete with her, there was basically no way for others to do so. But every time the class leader added up the total score of each subject either one and a half points less than her, or tied with her. So the first place is really always her!

It's so annoying!

Most of the people in the experimental class have a relatively quiet temperament, and they just want to be the "low-key and connotative" and "real people don't show" high-level academic bullies in the classmates' mouths. A classmate who has no blind spots in appearance and temperament, can't do anything if he wants to keep a low profile. The weekly flag-raising ceremony and the daily inter-class exercises were baptized by the strange eyes from all around.

It's been three weeks since the school started, and the school principal, grade director, and class teacher have not asked her to dye her hair back. What the **** is this person? Don't you have to obey the school rules if you have good grades?

What kind of existence does the experimental class exist? It is the experimental class that is often used as a role model by the teachers; it is the "experimental class" that makes other classmates disgusted when they talk about it; it is the experiment that the teachers of other classes use to teach them "you see others' experimental class". Class is right!

It is the object of envy, jealousy and hatred by others!

It's to get the impression of "Look at their good grades in the experimental class and they are very obedient and not rebellious at all, so they are pretending to be pretending"!

It's not the impression of "Have you seen that granny gray in the experimental class? I didn't expect their nerd class to have such a cool person!"

we do not need! We don't need this character!

reject! resist! Bounce!

The students did not know, but in fact Teacher Pang was also very distressed.

In the first week of school, she brought Xu Jiaer into the office to talk. Good guy, as soon as we entered the office, other teachers looked sideways.

She tried to tell her to dye her hair back to black.

Xu Jiaer showed a handsome smile: "Teacher! This is my original hair color!"

Who are you deceiving!

"Teacher, this hair, color is my protection ~ color!"

What ~ color? Mayday song?

"Actually, I was in bad health when I was a child. I went to a fortune teller and said that I would endure a calamity when I was 15 years old. Then, after being instructed by an expert, I had to dye this hair color to successfully survive the calamity..."

Tribulation? Why don't you say that the sky is still thundering!

Just diverting the topic, Teacher Pang sighed and waved her back to the classroom. Decided to go directly to the big move and called her parents. Xu's mother smiled very sincerely there: "Ah, Mr. Pang, yes, yes, you are right, the impact is a little bad. But in fact, we have difficulties. Yes, when I was a child, Jia Er's health was not very good. The fortune teller said that she had a hurdle at the age of 15. Hey, you said that our parents, when it comes to the health of the children, dare not take it lightly. No, we have worked hard. I visited an expert, who said that she had to dye this color to be able to... blabla" He spoke with the phone for half an hour, but Teacher Pang couldn't interrupt.

And such parents? ? ? Teacher Pang could only give up when he heard gold stars in his eyes.

In the second week, when the grade director held a regular meeting, he secretly said to her, "The work of the head teacher must first implement the work requirements of the school and the various stages and legal work of various functional departments... Regularly grasp the organization in class management, Coordinate and supervise…”

Teacher Pang's eyelids twitched as he heard it, and he wondered if he was overwhelmed. Facts turned out not to be true. After the meeting, the grade director stopped her and said with a smile: "Mr. Pang, although our school also emphasizes democracy, of course it is not allowed to be too maverick. We also need to consider the feelings of other students."

Teacher Pang was tangled up and down, and when she had an idea, she called Tao Anzhi, the monitor, and told her something like this, "The monitor's job is to help the homeroom teacher share things, and now the teacher has a problem that's bothering her..."

An Zhi blinked and listened. She used to be a study committee member, and she was a little nervous when she was the monitor for the first time. In the end, she was so young that she was fooled. She nodded and said, "Okay, teacher, I will try my best to finish it."

After rearranging the seats, Xu Jiaer still sat behind her.

Seeing An Zhi sitting down, Xu Jiaer poked her back with his finger, "Why did the head teacher call you?"

An Zhi turned his head to the side and stared at her hair: "When did you dye your hair back? Every week, our class will be deducted points for the physical appearance in the quantitative assessment of your class."

Xu Jiaer disagreed: "What's the use of that point?"

An Zhi frowned: "You think so? But the teacher will be very difficult to do..."

Huh? How do you say this?

The teacher pressed us and criticized us for being very happy and enjoying it!

"This is a teacher's job. If she wants to earn money to support her family, she may also have to raise children. Adults are very busy at work. They may stay up late at night and worry about you during the day? Maybe they will be told by the leader..."

An Zhi's glance took another look at the granny gray on top of her head.

Then he saw Xu Jiaer staring at her, as if what she said was very novel.

She laughed: "Little squad leader? How old are you, you will look at things from the perspective of an adult... Hahahaha! Interesting!"

An Zhi was a little inexplicable when she laughed, and still persuaded her seriously: "Then will you dye it back to black?"

Xu Jiaer said, "I'll think about it."

"Oh, that's fine." An Zhi turned around. At the beginning of the afternoon class, she takes notes, does questions, draws pictures, organizes notes, and then does questions. When the school bell rang, she turned back and asked, "Have you thought about it?"

Xu Jiaer didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "No."

"Then how long will it take you?"

"I do not know."

"..." An Zhi looked at her dejectedly, and when she was depressed, her face swelled up, and the baby fat hadn't faded away, like a little bun.

Xu Jiaer looked amused, she finished packing her schoolbag and stood up.

"Give me a specific time, and I can tell the teacher tomorrow." An Zhi also stood up.

Xu Jiaer suddenly said, "Well, little monitor, if you beat me in this monthly exam, how about I dye my hair back to black?"

She didn't say it was okay, An Zhi had never lost the first place after studying for so many years. It has been more than three weeks since the start of school, and she has not won the first place in several weekly tests, neither in any single subject, nor in the main subject, and there are several subjects that are tied with her.

For monthly exams, grade rankings will be made, and all subjects will be added together. An Zhi was not 100% sure.

This made her extremely depressed. Fortunately, I was mentally prepared when I entered this school, otherwise I really couldn't stand this psychological gap.

She was thinking about it when Xu Jiaer chuckled, "Why, little monitor, don't you dare?"

An Zhi raised his head: "No! The monthly exam will be next week, and it will take time for the results to come out. Your hair can be dragged on for a long time... Is this your plan to delay the military?"

Xu Jiaer squinted his eyes: "...Little monitor, the truth is that you're afraid that you won't beat me in the exam, right?"

This guy is kind of annoying...

An Zhi pursed her lips, couldn't hold back, and glared at her.

"Are you 100% sure of winning the test?"

Xu Jiaer shrugged, "No." She threw her schoolbag over her shoulder with one hand, and she moved very handsomely. The granny's gray hair fell down softly, and she raised her head, revealing a smooth forehead and deep eyes. To be honest, this hair color suits her quite well. Not everyone looks good with this color. For a moment, An Zhi was a little shaken.

At this time, Xu Jiaer gave her a look with a smile: "Since you don't agree to compare me, then I won't dye my hair back to black!"

An Zhi pursed his lips, didn't speak, picked up his schoolbag and left.

Xu Jiaer followed behind her with a smile: "Hey, hey, little monitor, are you angry? Don't be angry!"

"I'm going home! I won't tell you!"

"Haha, little monitor, how old are you, are you going home to find your mother?"

An Zhi took a few steps and turned back: "The squad leader is the squad leader, why call me the squad leader!"

"Because of you..." Xu Jiaer looked down at her and smiled. An Zhi thought she was going to say that she was relatively young, but Xu Jiaer raised his hand to the top of her head, and then to his neck, "...so short..."

! !

There was a long shadow in Anzhi's elementary school that she was worried that she would not grow taller, but now she has finally gotten better, and no one will talk about her when she is in junior high school!

this person! First of all, she made her first place not guaranteed, and she even laughed at her height! So annoying!

Xu Jiaer watched her little bun's face turn pink all of a sudden, almond eyes glared at her angrily, glared at her, and even the dimple on her right cheek seemed to turn red. I wanted to scold someone, but I didn't scold anyone at first glance.

Xu Jiaer laughed loudly from behind. The squad leader seemed to hear her laughter. He stood for a few seconds in anger, then turned to stare at her hard, and walked away angrily.

Ouch, it's so cute.