Tell you to turn backwards?

On the Monday morning of the second week, Wu Shifeng and Meng Ze arrived heel to heel, stepping on the bell together.The class immediately heard the sound of reading loudly, and the two who stepped on it obviously didn't want to do business.

One drank milk with a sandwich, and the other opened a schoolbag stuffed with a pile of sugar and took out a bag of fruit jelly.

Wu Shifeng leaned slightly, leaned over to his schoolbag and glanced at it, a little surprised: "You like sweets so much?"

Meng Ze stuffed a handful of candy into his mouth, and answered him after chewing: "I don't like it."

"Don't like what you ate just now?" Wu Shifeng asked himself and answered suddenly, "Oh yes, it's hypoglycemia, that's really pitiful..."

Meng Ze gave him a blank look.

The speech under the national flag on Monday was made very serious by the art teacher, and he read a review of the scholar's life full of hostility. During the process, he still stared at Meng Ze, who didn't hesitate, and looked back at the past contemptuously.

"Hey Meng Ze, will he take revenge on you?" Gao Yi laughed a few times, "Look at the anger of the leader of Guangming, it's too funny, it's the first time I heard the teacher read the self-criticism when I was so old, Disgrace to the Atlantic."

On the first day of art class, Gao Yi nicknamed this art teacher who refused to take off his hat, but was actually middle-aged and bald, and then cut off all his hair in a fit of anger, but it was actually quite vivid.It turned out that Liu Wentao, his deskmate, said "Guangmingding" first, and then Gao Yi called out "Guangming leader".

Meng Zeyun replied calmly: "Whoever he is, can he still make a flower?"

Gao Yi raised his thumb and said, "Brother, you are a bitch."

"What kind of aristocratic accent do you have?" Wu Shifeng turned his head back, "If you want to stand up, stand upright, the head teacher is staring at you in front of you."

Because Meng Ze's homework is praised every day, those who form a group to copy their homework are ridiculed by the teacher every day, but they are thick-skinned. When the teacher mentions the problem of copying homework, they hug together like crayfish, and the teacher does not take them seriously. Method.

But it is not something to be happy about the high quality of homework in this class.

After class in the first evening self-study, Meng Ze was still holding a book for a hundred years, Wu Shifeng and Gao Yi rushed to the canteen after class.

After hearing someone calling his name, Meng Ze turned the page, then turned his head towards the person, without focusing his eyes.

"Meng Xueba, reading a book means that you have finished your homework, right? Lend us a few copies." The student who was talking carelessly put his hands in his trouser pockets, chatting with the people beside him. smiling.

Meng Ze turned his head back: "No."

The person who took the lead probably didn't expect that he would be deflated. Seeing that Meng Ze generously lent his homework to Gao Yi and Wu Shifeng for several days in a row, and also inquired about this high school student who had no teacher behind his back, he found that he had no relationship with the school. Which small group in the village has formed a clique.

Only then did he realize that Meng Ze was actually a strong outsider with no backing behind him, so he swaggered over to ask for homework.

If he is sensible, he will be an extra younger brother, and if he is shameless, he will be another bully target. In short, he feels that for himself, there is no loss at all.

Li Fan sat directly on Wu Shifeng's vacant seat. Meng Ze glanced at his school card impatiently. The face on the school card was blurred by non-mainstream skull stickers, and continued to skip over his Adam's apple. It was probably the cross tattoo stickers on it, and I was a little speechless——

This is still a medieval killer!

Meng Ze pressed his knuckles, and seriously thought about the possibility of nailing this nobleman back into the coffin.

"Meng Ze, right? What's wrong with copying homework for a classmate? How come the class monitor and Gao Yi can copy it, but why are you so stingy for us?" Li Fan leaned closer, probably because he felt that his zoomed-in face at close range was more intimidating than usual force.

At this time, Wu Shifeng just came back with two cups of milk tea, and when he was two meters away from the desk, he saw Meng Ze playfully raised the corner of his mouth: "What the hell are you?"

An emoji flashed through Wu Shifeng's mind, and it was a kitten who said irritably, "Which biscuit are you?"

He felt that he couldn't find a suitable metaphor to describe this deskmate for so long, and now he finally understood what he looked like.

Hearing his condescending tone, Li Fan was about to go crazy, he grabbed Meng Ze by the collar and shouted: "Fuck/you/mom, what the hell do you mean?"

"I mean, idiots are not worthy of copying my homework." Meng Ze sneered, and Li Fan clenched his fists. If Wu Shifeng hadn't stepped forward to hold his hands down quickly, this punch would almost hit Meng Ze face off.

Wu Shifeng joked tactfully: "Don't quarrel, we women can't lose our temper like this."

Everyone laughed very cooperatively, and the two who were about to fight were pulled back to their positions amidst the laughter.

Wu Shifeng moved one of the cups of milk tea in his hand to Meng Ze's table: "I ordered takeaway, last time I heard you say that all the milk tea in our canteen is blended with creamer, and I didn't think it was right after I drank it. Just now Made an order with a friend of mine."

Meng Ze glanced at the label on the cup of milk tea. It was a cup of matcha milk topped with black tea. Did Wu Shifeng also consider what he said earlier, "I don't like sugar"?

Meng Ze's conceited and self-enclosed heart finally caught a little bit of expressing goodwill, but in fact, the subtlety is no different from just blowing a breath of hot air outside his chest, making his sluggish heart slightly swaying. .

It's a pity that a "thank you" came to his lips, rolled around between his lips and teeth, and fell back into his stomach with difficulty.He still had that paralyzed face on his face: "The milk tea outside is also blended with creamer."

"..." Wu Shifeng said, "Your cup has no milk, if you don't drink it, I'll give it to Gao Yi."

Meng Ze opened the straw bag with a blank expression, and Gao Yi turned around excitedly when he heard his name, "What, what, what do you want to give me?"

Meng Ze stuck the straw into the cap of the milk cup, and took a big gulp in front of Gao Yi.

Wu Shifeng was in a very good mood for no reason. This little wild cat, who had tied all his soft fur into thorns, was finally willing to stretch out his paws to take the olive he handed out.

"I'll give you a piece of toilet paper left over from the Qing Dynasty." Wu Shifeng handed him the gray math paper that had just been distributed on the desktop.

Gao Yi didn't take the test paper: "This is not the milk tea from the canteen! You two don't call me when you cook by yourself."

Wu Shifeng laughed a few times, and took advantage of him by the way: "Okay, you wait here first, and I'll buy you a few catties of oranges."

"Your uncle." Gao Yi scolded with a smile.

Speaking of Wu Shifeng, he made a detour to the first class. Yu Duo had nowhere to spend his pocket money. Just now, because he was undecided among the three flavors of milk tea, he bought three cups.

When Wu Shifeng passed by, there were still two cups of milk tea stuffed in Yu Duo's drawer, and the girls sitting by the window probably wanted to tease Wu Shifeng, so they all shouted, "Hello, Instructor Wu!"

Wu Shifeng smiled, without any stage fright at all: "Hi ladies and sisters."

"Yu Dog." Wu Shifeng raised his hand towards Yu Duo who was inside, and Yu Duo stuffed his phone into the drawer and ran out.

"What are you doing, brother, today you are finally willing to come to me by yourself." Yu Duo said.

Wu Shifeng was quite polite this time, and politely lowered his volume: "Have you drunk all three bottles of milk tea?"

"No." Yu Duo said, "I've just downed more than half of the bottle, so I'm full."

"That's okay, give me a bottle, I forgot to bring it to the front desk." Wu Shifeng and him are not very polite, and the bed-wetting friendship between elementary school and kindergarten seems to be polite.

"It's completely fucking snakeskin bang bang k." Yu Duo pulled him into the corner of the corridor, lest all the crazy girls in the class squeeze their faces out, "But the extra cup you just made is Who is it for?"

He deliberately slowed down his speech, and added a little extra emotion.

Wu Shifeng gave him a middle finger: "You idiot, he respects my deskmate, and I will rely on him for my future homework. Also, what are you doing by dragging me to this corner to do some illicit business?"

"Yo, isn't your tablemate a handsome guy? Don't think I don't know what kind of medicine you sell in your milk tea."

Wu Shifeng was quite innocent: "Your father, do I look like the kind of person who is interested in sex? Hurry up, I haven't finished copying my homework yet."

Yu Duo just wanted to talk nonsense with him first, but he was not very serious about the business, and he still kept the usual tone: "Taro and the others are going to ask you to bully that kid in our junior high school, just that idiot, what's his name?" ?”

"What kid, who messed with him again? Don't go." Wu Shifeng said with a straight face: "I have long since washed my hands and retired. Didn't you see that the Internet is now denouncing school bullying? Do you know your kind? How much psychological shadow will the behavior bring to people and children? You know that in today's society, you are..."

"That's right, my dear father, I haven't seen you in a summer vacation, how did you learn the leadership style?" Yu Duo said, "Don't be so serious, it's not that Taro and the others are idle, the process of this matter is a bit complicated—that is, His little girlfriend, Taro, was on two boats, and deceived the two men around, but now the paper can't hold fire, isn't that what he did? And this kid found a group of people to go to the taro school to block Telling the teacher about this kind of thing won't solve the problem at all, and the children are looking for people from other schools or punks, and the school can't reach out that long."

When he said this, Wu Shifeng understood that in such a situation, "controlling violence with violence" was really the best way to solve the problem.If the incident did not happen, the police could not be reported; if the incident happened, no one could be found.

Schools and parents can at most pay attention, but they can't really cut off the root of the problem.

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