Squad leader

Taking advantage of the break, Lao An had already posted the report card of the monthly exam in the class, and sat on the podium early to start the sex meeting.

When Zhang Mengyao came back from washing her clothes, she saw Zhou Yuwen being shot.

Lao An flipped through Zhou Yuwen's Chinese paper, "You might as well call Zhou Mathematics! Mathematics is one hundred and five, and Chinese you give me one hundred and two. Look at your composition, and you have gone off topic and ran to the Atlantic Ocean! The workers insisted. You are talking about overcoming difficulties in adversity, where is the adversity? You are creating adversity for me! When you go out in the future, don’t say that I will teach you your language!”

Listening to Lao Anzhong's full of ridicule, Zhang Mengyao carefully walked past Zhou Yuwen with her coat in her arms, and secretly gave Zhou Yuwen a wink with a suppressed smile.

Zhou Yuwen stared back angrily, and returned to his seat with his precious paper in his hands to change the question.

Originally, Xiaoxiu was a little noisy, but when the noisy master entered the door and looked at the big Buddha sitting on the podium, he immediately became furious.

Jiang Tian stared at the report card pasted on the blackboard, gritted his teeth and bit the soft flesh inside his lips.

His grades are high at No.1 in the class, but his grades have already reached sixth.

City J is just an unremarkable prefecture-level city in Qingdao City. According to the experience of the past years, every year this small town can produce one or two golden phoenixes with big P and big Q. A long time ago, one class produced a golden phoenix every year. I got six big Ps, and I have been blowing it up until now.

Not even close...

Ding Yang did quite well in the test this time, at least not all odd numbers in the report card, and his English even broke through three digits.

Lao An glanced at the two people who came back together, and was not in the mood to be surprised by Ding Yang's baldness. He put his hands behind his back and said, "Jiang Tian, ​​come out with me."

Lao An and Jiang Tian left the classroom together, and the suffocating atmosphere in the classroom instantly relaxed.

Zhang Mengyao patted her chest, "I'm scared to death, Lao An always has a period of postpartum depression after every exam."

She looked at Ding Yang's new hairstyle with a suppressed smile, "Ding Yang, you're a ghost, you suddenly got the hang of it and went to open it?"

"Fuck, I'm just using practice to prove that people with good looks can be handsome with any hairstyle."

Zhang Mengyao vomited, "You are right in everything you say, but let me read your English paper, I made too many mistakes."

Ding Yang handed over the English paper with a big wave of his hand.

Across a small corridor, Zhou Yuwen buried his head in gnawing on the wrong questions, and being reprimanded by the old An made it uncomfortable for anyone, especially good students in the traditional sense.

Tsk tsk tsk, the aura is compelling.

Zhang Mengyao tore up a small piece of paper and threw it to Zhou Yuwen across Zhang Lei.

The head was perfect, and he jumped into the hat of Zhou Yuwen's sweater.

Zhou Yuwen shook out the note impatiently from his hat and stretched it out:

—— Zhou Mathematics, teach me a question, the penultimate question of mathematics, I have written it several times but I can't figure it out.

On the back, there are ugly little yellow faces begging for help.Attached below is Zhang Mengyao's slightly snarky font. The guide has been guided to the fourth time. If the data of the fourth time is not a bit weird, she can probably continue to lead until the end of time.

The words "Zhou Mathematics" were written in a very large size, full of sarcasm. Zhou Yuwen felt restless, but he couldn't help chuckling when he saw the hand-painted expression, and he rolled up the paper and threw it aside.

But when correcting Chinese mistakes, I always glance at the ball of paper inadvertently.

"Forget it, it's all about helping the poor."

Zhou Yuwen stretched out the note again, and wrote the four characters "law of pinching" with a stroke of a pen.

For a moment, thinking that Zhang Mengyao's fish brain might not even remember what is called the "law of pinching", he changed another pen color and began to draw on the paper until he completely explained the idea of ​​a question. They were all written out before being grouped up and thrown back.

Just as it hit Zhang Mengyao's head, she let out an "Ouch", just about to let out a roar of the east lion, looked at the piles of papers, held them with both hands and said flatteringly: "Thank you Mathematics for saving my life."

Zhou Yuwen didn't bother to talk to her, and bowed his head to silently write "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng".

When Jiang Tian came back, his expression was not very good.

Ding Yang asked worriedly: "Squad leader, Lao An won't scold you, will he?"

Jiang Tian shook his head, "No, I just talked about my studies."

Jiang Tian sat in his seat expressionlessly and began to correct the wrong questions.

At that time, Zhang Lei turned his head while holding the English paper, "Brother Yang, please tell me about this cloze. I can't figure out a routine with five or five options."

Cloze fills in the blanks with [-] small questions, Ding Yang is right in one.

Ding Yang glanced at the title and said calmly, "Sense of language."

Zhang Lei stared at Ding Yang as if he had eaten fly droppings.

Jiang Tian seemed calm on the surface, but the more "okay" some people looked, the more "okay".

Ding Yang lightly poked Jiang Tian's elbow, "Squad leader, are you alright?"

Jiang Tian raised his eyes and smiled, "It's really all right, Lao An just asked me to be more careful."

He didn't want to say, and Ding Yang didn't recruit. The first class of evening self-study was not dark enough to train for half an hour, and then summarized the training data of the week to make arrangements for the next week.

It's time for Zhang Mengyao and Ding Yang to go downstairs for training.

Jiang Tian suddenly stopped Ding Yang, "Put on your coat, it's cooling down."

Ding Yang stood still, gritted his teeth and said, "Yes!"

Already out of the classroom door, he suddenly poked his head back, "Wait for me when I get off the self-study!"

"it is good."

"Jiang Tian, ​​your current grades are still not stable..."

"Wen Zong, especially Wen Zong, many people in the college entrance examination fell on the Wen Zong. Usually, the training must reach at least 270 points, and the college entrance examination can break through the total score of [-]..."

"Otherwise, P University has no hope at all..."

Jiang Tian nodded, he understands the truth, but sometimes a lot of hard work cannot be clearly rewarded.

He dug out the real test questions for the college entrance examination, folded two corners, and planned to add another set of real test questions every day in the future.

The people on the playground gradually dispersed, and after a short break, they returned to the long-term study.

Zhang Mengyao and Ding Yang took off their coats and followed the team to warm up.

Zhang Mengyao had something on her mind, so she kept looking around.

"What are you looking at? You twisted your neck?" Ding Yang joked angrily.

As soon as Zhang Mengyao changed from her usual aggressiveness, she suddenly became a little shy like a delicate girl, "No, I... find someone."

Ding Yang casually asked, "Who is it?"

"No...nobody."

Ding Yang looked back at the sports students who were warming up together. There were not many sports students in the whole experiment, so it was easy to tell who came and who didn't.

"Chen Tianyang?"

Zhang Mengyao choked, "Who is looking for him?!"

Whether he was found or not, the red color on his face was clear.

Ding Yang smelled a hint of ambiguity for a moment, "When did the two of you get involved?"

Zhang Mengyao didn't take a breath, and choked again, "Don't talk nonsense..."

"what!"

I was distracted by warming up and stepped on the drain hole in the playground!

Ding Yang quickly left the team and squatted next to Zhang Mengyao to check, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay."

Zhang Mengyao patted her buttocks to stand up, tried to walk, and couldn't help frowning.

"Are you all right?

Zhang Mengyao turned her ankle, endured the rising pain, and took a deep breath, "What could be the matter, how can I be so fragile."

Ding Yang thought for a while, and he couldn't bear this kind of people who say they have nothing to do.

"I'll take you to the infirmary for treatment. Sprained feet can be big or small. If you don't want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair dragging down the country's GDP, be honest."

Ding Yang went to help Zhang Mengyao, both of them were frank in their hearts, and boys and girls didn't shy away from these things.

Zhang Mengyao waved his hand, "If it's a big deal, I'll just jump over by myself, don't worry about me."

Then he hopped on one foot very strongly.

"I got you!"

Ding Yang couldn't help saying that he hugged Zhang Mengyao by his shoulders.

"Hey, what are you doing..."

"Shut up, you're dying."

"Ding Yang, your uncle!"

It was only a sprained tendon, but no bones were injured. After rubbing a layer of swelling and pain-relieving tincture, the doctor went to get the medicine, and Ding Yang sat on the bed in the infirmary ward, staring at Zhang Mengyao with his arms crossed, making him very uncomfortable.

It's not that Chen Tianyang is not good, but it gives people a feeling that he is not in the same world. To be precise, he is more like a person in the same world as Ding Yang.

She has an exquisite half-curled hairstyle, and the school uniform pants are trimmed into exquisite pencil pants, and the shoes are not cheap brands.

He is good-looking, and he is still in the national flag class. Every Monday, he wears the school’s special white flag class uniform, kicking forward and walking towards the national flag, especially when he raised the national flag. In the second year of high school, there was a photo of him raising the flag. I don’t know how it spread to No. [-] Middle School In the group, the little girls in the group inquired about his QQ number like crazy.

Handsome, really handsome!

I don't know if it's reliable or not.

What kind of person is Zhang Mengyao? His mind is a little smaller than the hole that Nuwa patched up the sky. In terms of appearance alone, the girl has not grown up, and her facial features are not exquisite. Son.

These two people bumped into each other, tsk tsk tsk, evil fate...

Suddenly, Ding Yang stared at Zhang Mengyao as if his old father was worried about his daughter's marriage and began to interrogate him.

"It didn't take long, just after the sports meeting..."

Ding Yang said coldly: "Isn't it a holiday after the sports meeting? You guys still met after you got home?"

"No, just chat online."

Ding Yang continued to speak coldly: "You mean online dating?"

"It doesn't count, we have known each other since junior high school, he is the monitor of the class next door..."

Ding Yang said coldly: "We have been in touch before, are we together now?"

"No, I didn't think about it before. When we were chatting, he suddenly asked me if I wanted to..."

"Is it that easy for you to agree?"

Zhang Mengyao nodded, "Even if I think about it carefully, he's pretty good..."

There is no way for others to interfere when they are in love. Ding Yang comforted himself, put his heart back a little bit, and it has never been his style to use the school's set of arguments that affect learning to beat mandarin ducks.

But there is a faint uneasiness in his heart, he can't explain clearly, maybe he puts himself in his own place and thinks, he doesn't like to imagine a little girl like Zhang Mengyao from the perspective of love, she is too straight and clean, and careless.

Among the friends I made in the No. [-] Middle School, there were also those who were in a hurry to change girlfriends every day, but none of them had Zhang Mengyao's personality.

Out of human nature, no matter how naughty little hooligans are, they know that feelings are just for fun, and hurting this kind of girl is really a crime in the eighteenth hell.

At that time, there were also girls who passed love letters to Ding Yang. At that time, he was too busy with his teacher to find each other unhappy, his career was not yet successful, and he had no intention of thinking about his personal feelings.

But the one who impressed me the most was a little schoolgirl with an ordinary appearance, she would never be found in the crowd, and I don't know how much courage she mustered, her whole face flushed and she wrinkled the letter The love letter was handed to him.

He refused all of them heartlessly, but later heard that he cried for a long time, and walked around Ding Yang every time he met him, as if he was allergic to the air around him.

Ding Yang sighed bitterly, unable to understand this strange feeling.

"I thought he was pretty good, so I agreed? Zhang Lei is also pretty good, and Zhou Yuwen is also pretty good. Zhou Yuwen studies better than Chen Tianyang, and looks more pleasing to the eye than Chen Tianyang."

Exaggerating Lei's potato is too much to boast about, and Ding Yang praised Zhou Yuwen so much that he got goosebumps.

Zhang Mengyao glared at him, "What nonsense are you talking about, Chen Tianyang didn't mess with you, besides, I think the monitor is better!"

Ding Yang was on pins and needles for a moment, "What's so good about that nerd, you're blind!"

"Everything is good. He is handsome and has a good personality. You don't know how the monitor looks serious with his head down every time he learns, and how he looks when he plays table tennis. Who can resist the charm of a serious boy? What?! The little girls in school who like him have to line up on the playground."

Ding Yang said disdainfully: "I believe you are a ghost, you like a fart, you girls who only look at faces know a fart."

"You know what a fart, and you don't have someone you like, how do you know what it feels like?! When you like someone, you just look at him. When I look at him, I feel very happy. If he is not happy, I am unhappy. I just want to be happy every day." Get tired of being with him!"

"You're disgusting!"

"I bother!"

The two people's endless fighting was interrupted by the doctor in the infirmary. After taking the medicine, Zhang Mengyao urged Ding Yang to go back to training.

"By the way, help me remember what Professor Zhang said. I'll go straight back to the classroom later. Help me get my coat. I'll ask you to get it tomorrow."

Ding Yang worriedly stared at her ankle, bulging, but it took a week of pain before any bone was hurt, and then he could be alive again.

"I'm really fine, you go back quickly!"

Ding Yang didn't insist at all, "That's fine, take it easy when you go back to the classroom."

"Got it! My father is not as good at chattering as you are."

Ding Yang was thinking about Jiang Tian's emotions this year while walking, and kicked a step without paying attention, holding his toes for a while and suffering from headaches.

"Damn, it hurts like hell!"

After briefly talking about the situation with Professor Zhang, Ding Yang went to warm up alone, and Chen Tianyang also came and was training in the team.

The more Ding Yang looked at him, the more he disliked him, almost making holes in his body.

Ding Yang ran around eight times in a frenzied way, always worrying about Jiang Tian's situation in his mind, and he didn't know what Lao An was beeping, which made him feel depressed, and he also fell inexplicably depressed.

Finally, the training was over, and everyone lined up to listen to Professor Zhang analyze various data. By the way, he talked about the form of the physical examination in 17. He was very satisfied with Ding Yang, who was transferred to the class, and encouraged him a few words.

"Everyone, keep on keeping fit! Okay, dismiss, remember to stretch before going to bed at night!"

Ding Yang was hot all over. He picked up his quick-drying clothes to wipe off his sweat, and went to get the clothes from the iron frame of the football goal.

He carried Zhang Mengyao's coat in great puzzlement - a small pink windbreaker, pink and tender.

Let’s just talk about how I feel that she is several degrees darker today. Can people wear this color? !

The love brain makes people crazy!

Chen Tianyang was changing his shoes, Ding Yang coughed twice, "You can take Zhang Mengyao's coat back for her, she has a sprained foot, it's not convenient for her to go downstairs."

Chen Tianyang nodded, not surprised that Ding Yang knew about his relationship with Mengyao, "Thank you."

After finishing this unnecessary work, Ding Yang wished he could slap himself, why bother with this matter? !

At that time, Jiang Tian came down from the third floor of high school with Ding Yang's schoolbag in his hand. Ding Yang shook his head, wondering why he cared so much, and went to pick up the schoolbag with his big white teeth.

The author has something to say: Thanks for reading, I wish you a happy life~