humble

Pu Shu was assigned to the fifth class of the first grade.

In the second and third grades, there are twelve classes in the first grade, and there is no clear class classification.Except for the fixed [-]th class which is an experimental class, the rest of the classes are averagely classified into good students and poor students.

The principal of the school is a figure who can't see the head and tail of the dragon. He only hears his voice but does not see him at the opening ceremony.

Teachers, classmates, gardeners, flowers... Your academic performance determines whether you will be an elite of a large urban company ten years later, or some nonsense like a pyramid scheme that cleans up the bottom of society.

The two teaching directors are both Xiong Jing, the older one is tall and burly, and the younger one can also tell that in two years' time, Ma Ma will be taller.

Both directors are very good at seeing people order dishes.

Being with a good student is a good teacher, ignoring the students with poor grades, hooking up with the bad boy, and telling the passionate story of his youth.

Right now, they are all standing under the school banner and looking around at the group of boys and girls who just came in from the first division, serious.

The students from the second and third divisions of junior high school came to the playground from the teaching building, and the two directors saw Guan Cheng punching one and clapping the other, cooperating like Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Chaofeng practicing Jiuyin White Bone Claw.

"bad boy."

Guan Cheng smiled and said, "Hi, director, after two months of work, my heart is broad again."

The national anthem was played, and after the principal had finished speaking, it was the director's turn to speak, and then the teacher to speak...

The playground was exposed to the sun, and the students lined up like small poplars short of water.Occasionally a gust of wind is also sandwiched with heat waves.

The students in the second and third divisions of junior high school are all used to it, and they all wear school uniforms and jackets to cover up the heat, and those who are bold and troublesome will sneak into the toilet to smoke while the teacher is not paying attention.

Only the twelve steps in the first grade of junior high school did not dare to move, they were so stupid.

A drop of sweat slid down his neck into the collar, Pu Shu's eyes were black and bright, he was a little dizzy from the heat, he liked it here.

Once the school term is over, life seems to enter a period of calm, without waves and waves.

The progress of the course began to make Pu Shu follow a little hard.

The students in the class with good and poor family conditions are making up lessons, mathematics and English, four days a week, after school on February and Fourth, and half a day on Saturdays and Sundays, at the head teacher's house.

After entering junior high school, almost all make-up lessons are in the class, [-] per person per month. As emphasized in the key make-up lessons, it is inevitable that there will be fewer lessons.

Pu Shu only had to review today's class for a few hours after school, and had to work in a restaurant at night.

He has no time, much less money.

Pu Shu is not outstanding in his studies, and the weekly quizzes are basically hovering in the middle, occasionally in the upper middle, and can squeeze into the top [-] of the grade, but very rarely.

This kind of grade won't make the teacher worry about it, but it won't take it into his eyes either.

His grades are not outstanding, his people are not outstanding, he doesn't talk much, and he walks quietly. He is the least noticeable child in the vast crowd at school.

He has always been like this, no different from when he was in elementary school.

But the art and music teachers liked Pu Shu very much, and they all felt that the child had an artistic atmosphere, and his behavior was suitable for him to be an artist in the future.

You shouldn't eat human smoke.

Both of them grabbed Pu Shu and asked themselves to draw a picture and sing a section when they were free.

But the two teachers are a bit at odds. Art teacher Tan and music teacher Sun are about the same age, both in their early thirties.The different types of work did not prevent the two from starting to fight as soon as they met.Teacher Tan felt that Teacher Sun had reported to the school leaders several times that Mr. Sun and his elders had to open their voices every morning. Who was responsible for scaring the flowers of the motherland?

Similarly, Mr. Sun also thought that the two brushes of the other party were still pretending to be Van Gogh, painting abstractions, such as a sunrise, and he wondered whether to put a spread on the plate and paint for two weeks.

They both see themselves as more artists than the other.

After this class, Pu Shu was called into the auxiliary teaching building by the music teacher Sun. In the music classroom, Mr. Sun brought Pu Shu two elementary music scores.

"Take it back and take a good look. How about the score that I asked you to practice last time?"

Pu Shu paused, and slowly sat down in front of the piano and played a little Thompson volume two.

The music teacher sighed inwardly. For Pu Shu who can only come to the classroom to practice occasionally, playing like this is not bad.Teacher Sun just felt that it was a pity.

"That's right, come here to practice when you have time, the teacher thinks you are quite talented."

"Well, thank you teacher." Pu Shu was calm in his heart.

Pu Shu didn't pay much attention to what the teacher said.

Pu Shu, including Teacher Tan's praise, didn't believe it.

As for words like talent, suitability, and promise, just listen to them, he doesn't take them very seriously.

People have to face up to themselves, they can't dream, they can't have delusions.

Pu Shu is very clear that he is not smart, he is not a clever kid, and he is not even popular.

He doesn't plan to study a lot, and to be honest, he doesn't like it very much. He thinks he can just finish middle school.He was still young at that time, Aunt Wang who was selling cooked food across from Dai Erhongguo stall, and the girl in the family was admitted to college that year.

Pu Shu still remembered that the firecrackers had been set off for a long time, and all the stall owners in the small market went to Aunt Wang's house for dinner.

Putting it on for several days, Pu Shu always remembers the festive feeling.

Everyone not only complimented Aunt Wang with their mouths, but also envied them in their eyes.

In those days and months, very few people in this town were admitted to university.

Going to university is equal to a prosperous life in the future, working in the city, finding a man in the city, and having a baby with a registered permanent residence in the city.There will be endless blessings in the future.

He flew out of town completely and never came back.

Pu Shu was still young and didn't know much about it at that time, so he felt that he was also very envious.

When he was in elementary school, he also studied very hard. He wanted to go to university and fly out.

Later, when he grew up, he understood that he was not smart, and he couldn't fly because he didn't even have wings.

Pu Shu just earns money, saves money, and spends the least amount of money.

He planned to finish junior high school, and studying for a few more years would be a little closer to university, which was not in vain for the ridiculous dream he once had.

Then he had to work part-time to earn a sum of money that would give him a sense of security. If Dai Erhong hadn't come back by then, he would go to the city.In a corner of the huge city, quietly alive.

The art teacher was right, Pu Shu is really good at painting.

He has not been professionally taught, there is no bound frame, what he paints does not seem to be painting, and the outline and color matching are like a mood.

Mr. Tan was shocked when he saw Pu Shu's paintings in the first art class after he took over. They were not exquisite and beautiful, but simple pencil drawings with a prosperous and thick feeling.

It makes this funny Bi Rare who lives in the abstract feel sad.

During the lunch break, Pu Shu went home to finish cooking and hurried back. At the school gate, the sharp-eyed teacher Tan grabbed him into the office and stuffed this Rembrandt album: "Pu Shu, the teacher is optimistic about you."

"Well, thank you teacher."

On a rainy night, the campus flowers are blooming in full bloom.

The soil under my feet is wet, and the air is rare and fresh this year.I met ten people along the way on the campus, and eight of them hummed the funeral of the most popular rose this year with MP3s in their ears.

Pu Shu was taken into the music classroom after school today, and was let go only after Teacher Su instructed him to finger for two hours.

A row of trees beside the playground rattled, and Pu Shu carried his schoolbag and walked to the toilet at the end of the playground. It was rare for him to relax and feel a moment of tranquility.

Turning the corner of the playground is a plantation like a grove, surrounded by a fence, where the legendary scallions, the favorite food of the headmaster, are planted.

There is a stone platform outside the fence, and about 50 meters along the road is the toilet.

Pu Shu was so relaxed that he didn't stop until he turned a corner and took two steps forward, and saw a row of people squatting on the stone platform not far ahead.He didn't expect that there were still people in the school two hours after school, and he was still the plague god in the school.

Song Ju, old K, and Wei Qingpeng are the leaders of the three forces on campus,

Today, Song Ju and Lao K will make an explanation for the fact that the younger brother below is fighting the landlord and dancing with Q~Q in the Internet cafe, clapping each other's keyboards too loudly, so they have a disagreement and fight.

The two of them handed each other a cigarette, just like big brothers in the rivers and lakes. They didn't agree on the compensation for land cession, and they gradually became a little bit unreasonable as brothers.

Wei Qingpeng and his group felt like they were called here to be notarized.

They looked at Song Ju and Old K like two idiots, unable to speak a word.All in all, these two idiots are getting worse and worse after the summer vacation.

On Wei Qingpeng's side, Xu Hang is like a coercion, he hahas that they are all brothers, what to do, it's okay to make mistakes.

Old K and Song Ju told you to get the hell out of your mother, and forced you to say another word, so I was so ashamed that I didn't dare to speak.

Guan Cheng glanced at Xu Hang, and sneered at Wei Qingpeng.

They all look down on him, Xu Hang is just like Liu Bang in ancient times, he is sneaky, tricky, and a dog's leg.And they are at the time when they regard the Overlord of Western Chu as their idol.

Later, Song Ju old K or the rabbit Gu Tiantian broke each of them apart with one hand, and then another handed a cigarette to make people smoke in their stomachs if they got angry.

Brother Gu Tiantian is a real bastard in the society. Anyway, old K Song Ju didn't think about it at first. He said it was to save Gu Tiantian's face, so he shook hands and made peace.

A group of people were squatting on the ground to smoke again, chatting about which little radish and cherry seeds were juicy, and saw a small man coming in from the other side of the wall, and after taking two steps, the reflex arc stopped slowly, and the round eyes widened again Looking around at them.

Pu Shu was embarrassed, the group of big and tall people were all looking at him, and his heart was extremely terrified.

Pu Shu was in a bit of a dilemma whether to bite the bullet and go forward, or turned around and didn't go back.

He also saw them smoking...

"Yo, you."

Before Pu Shu could react, he saw Xu Hang stepped on the smoke and stood up with a wicked look on his face.