Tell you to turn backwards?

"Sit up straight." Wu Shifeng came in from the back door, the little girl he saw just now shouted a report at the front door, Wu Shifeng nodded, and the two little girls ran back to their seats.

Wu Shifeng suddenly got a little dizzy, why is he still in their class?He suddenly thought of something, almost startled - it couldn't be the one he molested yesterday!

He walked behind Meng Ze who was still lying on his stomach, held his stamina in retaliation, and spoke in dialect: "Honey, get up."

Meng Ze said that he was disgusted by others touching him. He was really not pretending. Just now, he almost threw the mobile phone he was holding on to Wu Shifeng's face, but he held it back.

Nothing, just purely because I can't afford a new phone.

Early in the morning, Duan Chang passed by their class during his inspection, and happened to see that burst of laughter, so he leaned on the window kindly and said, "What is so funny? The whole building is full of your laughter."

The whole class immediately shut up under his smile.

The first task this morning was to watch the military parade. Wu Shifeng stood behind the class for a long time, and finally sat back to his seat dry-mouthed. He ate toast in an unorganized and undisciplined manner, and drank milk quite happily.

He glanced at Meng Ze at the next table from the corner of his eye. Others would be more or less curious about him as a fake instructor. He had been baptized by these gazes when he was standing behind the classroom just now, and only Meng Ze remained motionless. .

He seemed to be indifferent to everything, no matter whether Wu Shifeng, who had a feud with him yesterday, was an instructor or a classmate, none of them seemed to be able to attract his attention.

Although he is quite fluent in talking about trains, this person is really indifferent to personnel and affairs.

"Do you want to eat?" Wu Shifeng habitually pushed the remaining half of the toast towards him.He didn't have the habit of eating alone. When he had something to eat at school, he would usually ask around if he wanted to taste something.

Meng Ze looked at him, then at the chieftain, and said a little harshly, "No, I'm flattered."

Wu Shifeng suddenly had the feeling that Lu Dongbin was forcing the dog to bite him, and he didn't know what to reply, so he had to put the remaining toast in the drawer, and went to the office opposite the class to use the air conditioner.

The homeroom teacher was sitting not far from the vertical air conditioner. When he saw Wu Shifeng coming over, he waved to him enthusiastically: "Shifeng, come here quickly, I have something to say to you."

Wu Shifeng walked over, pulled a chair from an unknown teacher and sat down: "What's wrong?"

"Look, school has just started, and the class committee has not been elected. Although these days are all military training, there is always a class where I watch videos or something in class, and I can't always stare at it." Chen Qiang said, "Just help me to see that the grades of our class are comparable to all the children except Meng Ze. So the grades cannot be used as the criteria for running for the class committee."

Wu Shifeng pressed down the air-conditioning leaf, and when he heard the name Meng Ze stuck in his throat, his fingers froze slightly, but he didn't show any emotion behind him: "Meng Ze..."

Chen Qiang said earnestly: "This kid got in with the highest score in the whole school, more than 270 points higher than our school's No. [-]. In fact, he even got into No. [-] Middle School in the city lying down."

"..." Wu Shifeng forcibly swallowed the word idiot, and then transformed it gracefully: "Why?"

In fact, Chen Qiang's tone was not only regretful, but also a little proud. After all, with such a high score, he came to this school as his first choice, and he was the first such bastard since the school was founded.

For this reason, the school leaders held a meeting with all the teachers and teachers. The leaders felt that this year's Tsinghua University was promising, and excitedly started to rub their hands together.

"This child is too difficult to communicate. If he simply doesn't speak, then at least there is still room for him to be defined as autistic. But his logic is very strong. I called him before the start of school. This child is not convinced. , it’s hard to say, in the end it will be him who will convince you.”

It comes down to being stubborn.

Chen Qiang continued: "You are more cheerful. As his deskmate, I am more at ease. I hope you can enlighten him. Do you understand?"

He began to make some exaggerated gestures, and the tone was a bit like a primary school student reciting: "Even if you slowly open his heart, a person's heart cannot be completely wood."

Wu Shifeng saw through the tone of his recitation, and looked at the class teacher with a smile: "Open up, right? OK, I will do my best."

After having a cordial conversation with the class teacher, Wu Shifeng returned to the class, and before the time came, he forced the students in class four to recite a fresh and refined military training exchange.

Class [-] heard that the two classes next door were practicing singing, but their instructor didn't seem to have that meaning, so they asked, "Instructor, why are they all singing?"

"You want to sing in public for others?" Wu Shifeng raised an eyebrow.

"Do not want to."

"That's right, as soon as others ask us to sing, we will go back and resolutely not sing."

At this moment, Meng Ze heard his deskmate quietly expressing his opinion: "Is it really okay to use such a vulgar word?"

Wu Shifeng: "Do you have a better suggestion?"

"No." The student named Zhou Xiangbin grinned and began to laugh, "I mean it might be better to be a little vulgar."

"Okay, everyone stand up and gather in the playground." Wu Shifeng walked out from the podium, and the students in the class automatically lined up in two columns in the corridor.

What followed was still the torture-style military training for the whole body, the soles of the feet were about to crack, and the whole body was still bathed in the sunshine. Wu Shifeng couldn't bear to let the brothers and sisters in his class only get half of the sun, so he simply let them face the sun , spring blossoms'.

Meng Ze probably didn't bask in the sun very often, and after facing the sun for a long time, his face turned rosy little by little, and his lips were dyed with color quietly.Wu Shifeng glanced at him unconsciously, and suddenly felt that this guy's face was not very ugly.

"Sit." As soon as Wu Shifeng gave the order, the students of class four sat down neatly, for fear of being called up to sit again.

As soon as they were seated, the third class next door also took their seats, and then they all turned to them. The instructor of the third class probably felt that Wu Shifeng had no experience in this field, so he shouted confidently: "Do you want to listen to the singing of the fourth class?"

"miss you!"

"Has Class Four sung yet?"

"no!"

"Class four."

"one comes!"

"Class four!"

"one comes!!"

Wu Shifeng reminded in a low voice: "Come on, students, shout to me, no matter whether you are paying attention or not, you just shout to me with shamelessness."

"Red and green."

"Racing bullshit!"

"You and Ma Rong."

"Worship heaven and earth!"

"Wang Ba and you."

"The best match!"

"Which one has the best mining technology?"

"Shandong, China is looking for Lanxiang!"

The instructors and students on the opposite side were in a "what the hell" state, but the momentum of Class [-] was indeed stronger than theirs, and the instructor of Class [-] continued to persevere: "Winter melon skin."

"Watermelon rind."

"Grade [-], Class [-], is acting like a fool!"

Wu Shifeng didn't panic, and the leader shouted, "□□a dog."

"Forever!"

"Bitch with chicken."

"It's like glue!"

"Animals with donkeys."

"Until death!"

"You are ugly, you sing."

"Stop pushing me!"

All the students in Class [-] and Class [-] of senior high school and their instructors continued to be stupefied. A boy in Class [-] said, "Instructor, what kind of show operation is this? Their words are too advanced."

The instructor of class three felt that Wu Shifeng, the impostor instructor, was also quite amusing, so he smiled and said, "I can't be mad at you, but all the students in class three, sing for me!"

Next, Class [-] and Class [-] joined forces to attack Class [-], but Class [-] was helpless with its shameless spirit. In the end, Wu Shifeng and Class [-] started an impromptu performance.

Class [-] and Class [-]: "Grade [-] and Class [-]."

"Sad skinned face!"

Wu Shifeng: "Stay skinny."

"So what!"

"Grade [-], Class [-]."

"I will not sing to death!"

Although no matter how you look at this battle without gunpowder, the fourth class won, but Meng Ze didn't feel any honor at all. Wu Shifeng was probably in a good mood in the morning and didn't target him much.

But in the afternoon, this person returned to his true colors. Meng Ze suspected that his eyes had grown on him, and he was always staring at whether he made a mistake.

"Student Meng Ze, won't you be on par with the classmate next to you?"

"Student Meng Ze, can you tell me which side is left and which side is right?"

"Student Meng, can you salute more casually?"

Meng Ze was not only called by him constantly, but also picked up to stand alone from time to time.However, Wu Shifeng is not strict with the other students in the class. As long as three or more people in a class make mistakes at the same time, they can choose one of the five jumps, sit-ups, push-ups, squats and frog steps.

So this afternoon, all the students in Class [-], Grade [-] went through all the five punishments. Some girls who lacked exercise could not even lift their arms in the end.

Meng Ze was the worst in the class, not only was he singled out, but if he made a wrong move, Wu Shifeng would give him a slap in the face.Meng Ze didn't change his face, but in fact he had killed Wu Shifeng ten thousand times in his heart.

So on this night.

Restroom on the third floor.

At the end of the evening self-study, Meng Ze went to the bathroom without a sound. There was nothing to do in the evening self-study for military training. Most of the people were chatting, and some of them just played with their mobile phones or slept in the dark.

Wu Shifeng and Meng Ze chatted quite a bit at the front table, but after seeing Meng Ze go out, Wu Shifeng quietly followed.

The light in the toilet was broken, Wu Shifeng could only see a vague shadow of Meng Ze standing in front of the sink inside, Wu Shifeng suddenly became playful, walked behind Meng Ze quietly, and patted him on the shoulder , speaking in a frightened dialect: "dui."

Meng Ze was not frightened by him, but just turned around along his arm, pinched Wu Shifeng's arm and threw him over his shoulder without panting, throwing him on the floor of the toilet.

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