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Song Hailin kicked a tree at the school gate in front of his father. Song Qing ignored him and threw the schoolbag on him. The schoolbag hit his shoulder and fell to the ground.

"It's useless for you to kick the tree here, you have to stay here whether you like it or not!"

Song Hailin didn't speak, and kicked the tree vigorously again, the yellow and brittle leaves screamed and fell to the ground.He glanced at the dilapidated school gate, and the crumbling wooden sign at the school gate, with black letters on a white background, which read: Shengxing County Qingshui Township Middle School.

He wanted to answer a few words, but after thinking about the handcuffs that had just been taken off from him for a few minutes, they were still lying warmly on the back seat of the car, so he barely stopped his voice at the edge of his vocal cords.

He could only kick the tree one by one, and the old tree couldn't help but make an old "yo" sound from the waist, as if shouting "Yaoshou" and "Yaoshou" tremblingly.

Song Qing folded his arms and watched, ignoring him.

Unhappy in his heart and unable to beat him, he could only vent his anger on the immobile tree here. Song Qing looked at his son who was "not very personable and not young", and looked at him with great interest.

Abuse of power, self-serving, self-serving, stern and vicious, Song Hailin scolded Song Qing without panting in his heart, and added a sentence of abuse of the right to use handcuffs after the four-character idiom scolded, thinking of the word handcuffs in his heart, he couldn't help it like a conditioned reflex There was a small tremor.

frenzied.

He suddenly thought of a four-character idiom.

Is there any father in the world who would take his son down with one hand like a criminal?Not to mention that, he handcuffed a minor in the room and forced him to promise that he would never play games again.

"Impossible!" Song Hailin was handcuffed for three days, and he had a hard time, but he didn't let go no matter what, "This is my dream, I just want to become a professional e-sports player!"

Song Qing was actually a little relieved about his son's toughness, but the toughness was useless, he was yelling all day long to drop out of school for his dream before he graduated from high school, and the key to his dream was to play games.

No parent would approve of this high-sounding "dream".

Song Qing kicked his ass condescendingly at that time, "Don't insult the word 'dream', it sounds nice, don't you just want to have fun, you, from now on you'd better not think about it at all. Give it to me, and when you figure it out, the handcuffs won't be in close contact with you."

"Brutely enforce the law, I will go to your unit to complain against you!" Song Hailin shouted.

"The leader of our unit is standing in front of you. You can vote. I'll listen. What do you want to complain about?" Song Qing gave him a look.

"You, you!" Song Hailin broke free from the handcuffs, and continued to shout: "You...I'll sue you to grandpa!"

Song Qing almost laughed angrily.

But this gave him an inspiration, so he packed Song Hailin and sent him to his hometown the next day.

Aren't you looking for grandpa?Perfect for you.

My hometown stays in a ravine, and it is difficult to get out of Shu to enter a county. It is not too much to say that it is isolated from the world.computer?Not to mention the computer, there may not even be a network cable. If the mobile phone enters here, the signal will have to be lost.Aren't you looking for grandpa?Then stay.

The homeroom teacher with a low ponytail saw Song Hailin who was abusing the tree at the door from afar, and hurried to the gate, trying to save the century-old tree as soon as possible.

Song Qing took a step forward, "You are Teacher Jia, right?"

"Yes, yes," Teacher Jia pursed her lips and smiled shyly, "This must be Song Hailin."

Song Qing picked up the schoolbag on the ground, pushed Song Hailin forward, gave him a warning look, and then said to the teacher with a smile on his face, "Teacher, I'm not easy to manage, please take care of me. "

"It should be."

Song Hailin looked at the black-faced woman with shiny hair in front of him, and felt blocked for a while.

His father drove home without any regrets, not even leaving him a trace of exhaust fumes, and before leaving, he threatened him with that face that he had used for interrogation for half his life.

Teacher Jia introduced the school as he walked. There is only such a small building surrounded by a broken wall, and it is still a three-story building. What can I introduce?

Song Hailin followed the new head teacher to the classroom with his head drooping.

He couldn't help but look down at the small piece of flesh-colored stockings on Teacher Jia's ankle. Alas, how beautiful and lovely the English teacher in the school before was in comparison. If I had known, I wouldn't have thought her perfume was strong. nose up.

After walking all the way, Teacher Jia chattered all the way, and when he entered the classroom, he was still talking in front of him, but he didn't pay attention to it, and just coped with it in a haphazard manner.

Teacher Jia pushed open the door of the classroom, and Song Hailin followed behind, slung his schoolbag on his shoulder, and entered the classroom.

The students in the front row were neither noisy nor noisy, they were all squatting on the table and writing. They didn't look up when Teacher Jia entered the door. They didn't look up until Teacher Jia clapped his hands and said "students". He has revealed his simple, hard-working and naive little head.

Study habits are so good?Song Hailin was taken aback.

It's just that the writing posture is not very standard, and it is easy to be short-sighted when lying so close. If this was his former head teacher, he would have slapped him long ago.

Those who were dawdling in the school in the back row sat crookedly and winked at each other, but they didn't make a sound at all, and they even sat upright after the teacher came in.

"I would like to introduce a new classmate, Song Hailin, please introduce yourself." Teacher Jia looked at Song Hailin kindly.

Song Hailin was still in a bad mood, he pinched the bridge of his nose, and said impatiently: "Song Hailin——you said everything."

Teacher Jia twitched the corners of her mouth in embarrassment, and immediately said, "Well...there are too many seats in the class, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he walked towards the last seat next to the trash can and the window.

"Look for a seat." Teacher Jia finished the rest of the sentence in a low voice with aggrievedness, then clapped her hands again, and said enthusiastically to the students: "Everyone continue to silently write the "List of Teachers", I will go to see your math teacher. Come on, let's start math class."

Song Hailin was dumbfounded.

Didn't you learn "Teacher's Watch" in junior high school?Even someone like him who learns to do nothing can recite the melons by heart.

What does it mean to see if the math teacher is here?Do you write texts emotionally to wait for the math teacher?

What kind of school is this? Is it still a high school? His father racked his brains to keep him away from the Internet, and tried his best to transfer to another school, just to let him silently write junior high school texts in such a school where even the math teacher is late?

Only later did he know that the math teacher was not only the math teacher of the high school classes, but also the physics teacher, chemistry teacher, biology teacher in the junior high school, and also a physical education teacher.

Song Hailin put his schoolbag on the seat and was about to sit down when the girl in front of him turned her head to look at him in horror and spoke a dialect in a mosquito-like voice. , there is nothing you can do.

The girl was in a hurry, and even stammered for a long time without being able to explain why.

He frowned, "Speak Mandarin."

The girl looked at him cautiously, and she burst into tears.

This... is Porcelain.

Does he look that fierce?

Song Hailin tried his best to keep his expression gentle, and said, "Girl, can you speak louder?"

"This is the class monitor's seat." The girl still had big tears in her eyes, waiting for the moment when Song Hailin's face changed, and then completely opened the floodgates of the tear glands to let them rush out.

Song Hailin was almost laughed out of anger, and he didn't dare to speak in a too aggressive tone, so he could only roll his eyes, "When it comes to acting in a TV series, your squad leader's surname is Shangguan or Murong."

"@#" the girl twitched.

"What?" Song Hailin raised his voice and asked.

"The last name is Su."

A voice came from the door.

The clear and lingering sound resounded in the classroom where there was a layer of fuzzy noises.

Song Hailin slowly turned his head to look at the door of the classroom, as if in slow motion, just glanced at the person in the wheelchair at the door, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

In the world, there are such people.Many years later, when Song Hailin recalled the first time he saw Su Shen, this sentence was the first thing that came to mind.

The man rolled the wheelchair with his hands, grabbed the wheel with his hands and pushed forward, then opened his hands along the force to send it forward, and repeated it when he was about to stop. He moved slowly from the door to the last row smoothly, saying: "This is my seat."

He raised his head and raised his chin to look at Song Hailin with a gentle expression on his face.

The blue and white school uniform was sunk in the black wheelchair, the person in the middle wearing the school uniform, his complexion was getting whiter, his lips were raised in an arc, tearing the beauty in the middle evenly.

"Do you know that from this angle, people will look particularly good-looking?" Song Hailin wanted to tease him.

The person in the wheelchair seemed not to hear clearly, his face was heavy, and he asked, "What did you say?"

Song Hailin didn't say it again, maybe just venting his anger of being suppressed these days, he picked up his schoolbag and threw it on the table, "Isn't your name written on this seat? If you don't write it, it's mine."

The man didn't speak, and swiped the wheelchair forward again. He moved his hand across Song Hailin's waist and pressed it on the edge of the table. Song Hailin moved a step aside, and two words were written impressively with a black signature pen on the lower right corner of the table: Su Shen.

The characters are very neat and have no personality, just like the most primitive fonts that elementary school students have learned, one stroke at a time.

He froze for a moment, but miraculously he didn't feel angry.

"Su Shen." Song Hailin read it once, picked up his schoolbag and put it on a seat across the aisle.

Su Shen's desk was clean, and there were two stacks of books on the floor next to the window sill, the spines of the books were exposed, and their respective names were clearly displayed on the outside.

He pulled out the math book and put it on the table, and the wheelchair slid to the table, ignoring Song Hailin who was only a small aisle away from him.

After this little episode, there was the sound of reciting books in a low voice again in the class. Of course, there was also the noise of slapstick and chatting, but the voices were not loud, floating in the air in vain, disturbing people.

Counting the days, this year's National League is only two months away, his father will not go crazy sooner or later, and he will show him this when he is preparing to compete.If you win the National League, you will be able to represent the national team to participate in the Asian League next year. The future is limitless, but it is not doing business properly when you say it in the mouth of adults.Their so-called proper career is to follow the college entrance examination army to squeeze the single-plank bridge honestly, and then skip classes and fall in love in college for four years?

Those dusty classmates with junior high school texts on their backs are even more annoying to see.

Song Hailin kicked the leg of the table irritably, the moderate sound did not affect the students who were endorsing in the front row, but a fat man behind who had been holding a bowl of instant noodles "humming humming" from the beginning also kicked the table , the not-so-sturdy wooden table wobbled.

"He's new here." His tone was not very polite, "It's pretty cool."

Song Hailin ignored him.

Seeing that the fat man threw instant noodles on the table and was about to stand up and look for trouble, a dark-faced thin man next to him pushed him down.

"Gu Yan, what are you doing!" the fat man said, "Didn't you say..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Yan made a gesture to stop him, it seemed that he was a leader.

He turned his face and smiled and said to Song Hailin: "A newcomer...isn't he? From the city? We don't have any other intentions. We will all be classmates in the future. You have to rely on your brothers to take care of you here. ah."

When he said "Brother", he deliberately added an accent.

"Oh? How to take care of it?" Song Hailin propped his head, a little funny.

"You're from a big city, so you're not short of money. It will take a lot of effort for the brothers to cover you in the future." Gu Yan leaned forward vigorously, making the table scratch on the floor, making teeth sore.

"Two words."

Song Hailin threw the schoolbag back on the back wall, and just passed over the fat man's head, so frightened that he threw the instant noodle bowl on the ground, spilling soup all over his body and books all over the floor.

"dream."

he said softly.

"You!" the fat man called out.

Gu Yan also changed her face, as soon as she pushed the table away, she was about to stand up and walk towards Song Hailin.

Others in the class were curious and turned their heads. Song Hailin didn't pay attention to Gu Yan at all. At this time, he even took a look at Su Shen next to him. He was turning his pen and staring at the book on the table. The look of interest.

"What are you doing!" A thick baritone voice suddenly appeared at the door, and the echo shook the corridor several times.

The ferocity on Gu Yan's face remained undiminished, but her movements became a little more timid. She retracted her seat, pointed at Song Hailin, and mouthed: "Wait!"

The man who came in at the door put the book in his hand on the podium, looked around several times warningly, and said, "Is there a new student in our class?"

The student below made a long sound that I don't know how to describe with a half-dead voice, which was regarded as a response.

As if he was used to it, he changed the subject on his own and said: "Before we officially start the math class, first check the recitation that Teacher Jia assigned to you, and I won't read your dictation. At the beginning, turn your back in an S shape, one person at a time."

After finishing speaking, it was like drawing a lottery. His fingers spun around the whole class, and finally stopped at the head of the row of girls by the window, "Liu Mengqi, it's just you, starting from you."

The one named Liu Mengqi was short and had a low voice. The first sentence was repeated three or four times before he began to recite it fluently: "The first emperor died in the middle of his business before he started his business halfway. Dividing Yizhou's fatigue and disadvantages is really a crisis of life and death."

There was no pause in the middle, and it was only after reciting the whole sentence that he changed his tone. During the process, Song Hailin kept worrying for her, fearing that she would really hold back.

The students in the row by the window are all familiar with it, word for word.

The girl who spoke like a mosquito before had no timidity in her voice when reciting the book, her voice was loud and clear, and her Mandarin was also very standard.

After she finished reciting, she pulled the stool forward and sat down upright.

The next person will pick up the content behind.

"The minister is a commoner, and he works in Nanyang. Gouquan lives in troubled times, and does not seek to be known to the princes. The first emperor did not regard his ministers as despicable, obscene and self-defeating. He paid three visits to the ministers in the grass hut, and consulted them on the affairs of the world. Grateful, so Xu Xiandi used it to drive away. Later, when the army was overthrown, he was appointed when the army was defeated, and he was ordered to be in danger, and it has been twenty years since then."

Song Hailin was really taken aback when he heard this voice.

Su Shen was sitting in a wheelchair, still holding the pen just now, the tip of the pen poked on the math textbook, and there was still an unfinished "y" under it.He recited the next paragraph unhurriedly, with a clear and gentle voice, with a soft nasal sound.The pauses between words and words, sentences and sentences are all well grasped.

As soon as the word "Chen" came out, Song Hailin turned to look at him.

He wore a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, which refracted a small spot of light at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were blocked by the lenses, so he couldn't see clearly, only his lips opened and closed, their shape was very beautiful.

In such a dazed effort, Song Hailin, who was supposed to stand up and continue the content behind him, forcibly forgot to move.

The math teacher on the podium rolled his eyelids, "Let's leave the new students alone this time..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Hailin stood up and continued to recite.

"The first emperor and his ministers were cautious, so he sent his ministers to deal with important matters when he was about to collapse. Since he was ordered, Su Ye lamented, fearing that the entrustment would not be effective and hurt the emperor's vision, so he crossed Lu in May and went deep into the barren. Now the south has been settled, and the soldiers are full. , When rewarded, lead the three armies, set the Central Plains in the north, wipe out the culprits, revive the Han Dynasty, and return to the old capital."

Recited here, he glanced at Su Shen calmly, and continued, "This minister is also loyal to His Majesty's duty by reporting to the late emperor."

"As for judging profit and loss, it is up to you, yi, and yi to do your best to tell the truth."

Sitting down after reciting, he turned his head and glanced at Su Shen again.

Su Shen, like an old monk who didn't hear anything outside the window, fell into a state of sedation, and continued to write along the "y" that he hadn't finished writing just now.

The rest of the recitation went smoothly, there were a few stumbles, and finally I could finish a paragraph.When I turned to Gu Yan, I had already recited the whole text three or four times. Gu Yan stood up gracefully, looking confident, but stuttered just after reciting the first sentence.

He lowered his head and flipped through the textbook, and said with a smile: "Teacher, I will recite it again."

After closing the textbook, his mind was blank again. He lowered his head and glanced at the text again, only to read a few lines, and just finished reciting a sentence, "May Your Majesty entrust your ministers with the effect of bringing the thief back, but it won't work..."

He paused for a moment, and recalled quickly in his mind, "It doesn't work...it doesn't work, I burst into tears and don't know what to say."

The math teacher threw a small piece of chalk straight at his forehead. Before Gu Yan could react, the piece of chalk hit him between the eyebrows and bounced back onto the table.

"I see that you really don't know what to say!"

After the teacher said this, the class roared with laughter, and Gu Yan's face immediately turned red.

"Why are you laughing? Let's look at the papers you made a few days ago. Do you know what it means to be tearful? Your teacher, I am full of tears. I have tears and snot in your papers. Do you know that?"

The laughter gradually subsided, not because they didn't want to laugh, but just to cater to the teacher's grief and indignation, so as not to show it too clearly, everyone still grinned and shrugged their shoulders, secretly laughing.

Even Su Shen raised the corners of his mouth.

The shallow pear dimples are clearly displayed.

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