Xiaoman

Back to the classroom with the reminder music to start listening, Li Meng and Wang Chao have already returned, Xia Liang is not in his seat.

As soon as he saw Liu Xiaoman, Li Meng immediately jumped up from the stool. Liu Xiaoman was startled by him, and watched Li Meng lying on the table like a ghost from behind the stool and reaching for him.

"You two are so good at playing! No one is left, and the two idiots Wang Chao and I will take out the trash for you!" Li Meng yelled.

"You yourself, don't take me with you." Wang Chao answered without looking back.

Liu Xiaoman smiled embarrassedly, this was not a very honest job, anyway, Li Meng also had good intentions, helping with work does not mean ordering others to do it for nothing.

"I'm sorry," he opened the stool and sat down, and apologized to Li Meng and the others, "You two don't fall over next week."

Li Meng curled his lips and let out a "tch".

"Where's Xia Liang?" He sat back and asked Liu Xiaoman.

I don't know, I didn't go the same way with him.

Liu Xiaoman looked at Xia Liang's desk. On the desk were the books he opened in class in the afternoon, and the pen he lent to Xia Liang was also open and untouched. Other than that, it was empty, as if he was ready to take his bag away at any time. people.

He glanced into the table again, the schoolbag was still there.

"I'm still thinking about giving him the meal money..." Li Meng said, reaching out his hand to dig into his desk bucket, "By the way, this one is yours."

He took out two bottles of lactic acid bacteria from the table bucket, put one bottle on Liu Xiaoman's table, and the other bottle on Xia Liang's table: "This, his."

"I actually wanted to get you a plum garden. You know that old crooked milk bottle, right? I used to drink it when I was a child," Li Meng said with gestures. "I don't know why, but I think you are suitable for drinking that, but unfortunately I don't have it."

This is the water they bought in the supermarket just now. They hugged each other for a long time next to the trash can, and there is a bottle on the corner of the table for each of them.

Liu Xiaoman said "Thank you", and opened his schoolbag to pay Li Meng: "How much?"

"No need." Li Meng waved his hand, "Why are you always so polite, next time you can't buy it for me again."

"Don't you also want to pay Xia Liang for the casserole?" Liu Xiaoman asked him.

Sometimes he really can't understand Xia Liang and Li Meng's point of being "polite".

From his point of view, it's actually very clear. Whoever helped advance the money should return as much as he wants.

If it’s those little things, such as candy, snow cake, Alps, etc., he won’t insist on giving money, because he can also afford these, and he has some snacks on his body, and he is willing to share them with others. people eat together.

Maybe the price of a casserole meal or a bottle of drink is similar to a piece of candy in the eyes of Xia Liang and Li Meng, but it is a completely different concept to him.

Grandpa makes a pot of tea eggs, from water to tea leaves to eggs, and even to soy sauce, salt, and heat.

His family's conditions are not good, and because of it, he doesn't want to let himself always take advantage of others.

This standard does not lie with Li Meng, but with himself.

Even if Li Meng and the others thought it was nothing, as long as he felt that he was taking advantage, he couldn't accept it calmly.

Liu Xiaoman always felt that since his family conditions were poorer than most people's and he was missing an arm compared to ordinary people, if he lacked a bit of self-esteem and moral values, then his life would be too ugly.

"It's not the same thing." Li Meng said "Hey", scratched his face and took out his phone.

"It's only a few dollars." He held his drink and slammed it on the table, "A casserole is twenty, the four of us are a hundred, why is 100 yuan bad, you can buy two sets of papers... ..."

"Still buying papers," Wang Chao was amused: "You gave me an example."

"Just in case, if you don't buy it, it doesn't mean that others won't buy it." Li Meng laughed as he said it himself, "Hey, I actually want to add him on WeChat, Xia Liang is actually okay to get in touch with, it's not that... Right?"

The last "right" he said to Liu Xiaoman.

Liu Xiaoman thought about what Fan Yiyang said to him just now, and his mind was full of "because he has no friends".

"Yeah." He nodded slightly.

"Then do you have his WeChat?" Li Meng asked again holding up his phone.

Liu Xiaoman shook his head, and in order to prevent Li Meng from asking Xia Liang if he came from a family of crazy primitives, he took the initiative to add: "I don't have a mobile phone either."

"Huh?" Li Meng was stunned as expected.

But looking at Liu Xiaoman's arm again, he also understood, and didn't say much.

After the music was played, the classroom radio began to play English listening on time.

The disbanded and reorganized class is different from the new class that just entered the first year of high school. The students in the class know half of the students, and even those who don't know each other can basically recognize a familiar face, and they can quickly form small groups.

Even if they don't know each other at all, there is still some kind of indescribable magical atmosphere, which can directly bring the relationship between classmates.

For example, Liu Xiaoman and Li Meng were able to have dinner together just two days after they met. In the past ten years, this situation had never happened before, so there was no need to think about it.

Not to mention eating, some students may not even say a word after three years and three years.

Being able to get acquainted with other people so quickly like never before, probably has something to do with this being the last class.

Anyway, I don’t study, and I don’t have anything to do if I don’t make friends.

Liu Xiaoman took out the audiology booklet and spread it out, and my ears were full of gibbering—watching videos, playing games, swearing at the phone screen when I was in a hurry to play games, two people swearing at each other, and eating sauce in front of the right The fragrant cakes are eaten straight to the mouth...

"Three, four, five!" A voice burst out from a few people with their heads buried in the opposite corner.

There are also fried golden flowers.

In short, there is movement and movement, but there is no hearing sound.

Liu Xiaoman drooped his lower eyelids, and tapped the tip of his pen on the exercise book.

During the summer vacation, when he knew that he was assigned to the last shift, he was disappointed for a long time, but just being lost is not enough. When he came to school, he had done enough ideological work for himself. I want to prove to myself that even if I get stuck in the mud like a pig rolling, I can still not be affected, so I can learn how to behave.

But he can control the subjective but not the objective. Pata sauce pancakes and fried golden flowers will not affect him, but they will affect the transmission of English listening to his ears.

It is not unreasonable for Fan Yiyang to say that "one who is close to ink is black".

Compared with these people, Xia Liang was so white that he couldn't be more white, and he didn't make any fuss or bluff, whether he listened to it or not, at least he didn't affect others.

Hearing nothing, he looked up at the podium in a daze, and found that Han Xuebi, who was sitting upright in front of the classroom, was just like him, frowning and holding a pen, looking back with his head hooked.

He followed Han Xuebi's gaze and saw that it was the trio with the most strange noises.

Staring at the three golden flowers for a long time, Han Xuebi put down her pen and went to the podium without the slightest intention to calm down in the class.

She patted the table first, and there was a moment of silence, all of them looked up at her.

Liu Xiaoman finally caught a multiple-choice question and took the opportunity to choose the answer.

"Students, be quiet, listen to your ears." Han Xuebi said loudly.

There was no sound at first, and then there was a "chi" laugh from an unknown corner, and immediately the whole class burst into laughter, and the movement was even louder than before.

"Your mother is so embarrassing." Li Meng rubbed his arms in front of him, and couldn't help whispering, "If I were her, I would just put a hole in the desk and stick my head in."

"You can just pick it up here." Wang Chao quickly played the game and lowered his voice to cooperate with Li Meng.

"Hurry up and eat wild things, idiot!" Li Meng continued to stare at the screen with him, scolding him angrily.

"Be quiet! If you don't want to learn from the students in front of you, you still have to learn!" Han Xuebi patted the table again.

This time there was no one who looked up.

"Fuck! Three six nine, you still have to fry an egg, you can go!" One of the three golden flowers exploded again.

There was a burst of laughter in the class.

"I--damn," Li Meng lay down on the table, shivering, "My goddamn spirit cover is about to be lifted off by embarrassment."

Han Xuebi's face was flushed, staring at them, the corners of her mouth were tightly pursed, but she still didn't come down.

The girls in the front row raised their necks and comforted her softly, but the girls in the back row reacted more aggressively than some boys, and rolled their eyelashes up to the podium, without naming names or surnames, just biting He said emphatically, "I really take myself seriously, what?"

When Han Xuebi heard it, her eye circles turned red suddenly, she opened her mouth to say something but didn't say anything, she swung her arms and got down from the podium, returned to her seat and buried her face.

The class continued to have no response, and it was time to talk about what to eat.

Seeing her trying to restrain her shrugging shoulders, Liu Xiaoman suddenly felt annoyed.

What is bothering him now is not whether he can hear or not, but because he can not only understand the reaction of the group in the class, but also empathize with Han Xuebi.

——There will always be a student in every class who behaves like a little propagandist following the student code of conduct. The ponytail is always meticulous, the school uniform is always neat and tidy, the grades are good, and the discipline is good. The one who is the most serious about doing exercises in the school is the one who the teachers of all subjects can't find fault with.

Logically speaking, this kind of person should be the best student in the class, but in fact he is also the one who is most likely to be ridiculed and excluded in the class.

No one can tell why this is so, why this strange and common psychology arises.

Even if I asked the girl who rolled her eyes the most, she could only say "There is no reason, I just get annoyed seeing her like this".

All the seemingly unintentional isolation and small groups are attributed to the reasonable response of "adolescence".

Even Liu Xiaoman felt embarrassed for Han Xuebi just like Li Meng and the others.

But at the same time, in his heart, he had a special, extreme dislike for these reactions from himself and the class.

Because he once thought that he was Han Xuebi who used to be in his class.

Although he is not as confident and direct as Han Xuebi, and does not have the hardware conditions to be said "something" so brightly, but he has indeed seen this sentence in the eyes of countless people.

A small portion of pathetic.

A small part of the theater.

a small part of surprise

There is also a small amount of laughter.

These fragmentary parts are put together from everyone's eyes, and the meaning conveyed to him is a complete sentence: You are not the same person as us.

This kind of inexplicable and extremely subtle reaction made him more willing to accept those eyes that looked directly at him with regrets.

"It's obviously more negative than me." The words Xia Liang said while flicking his sleeves couldn't help but pop up in his mind.

And he held up the small pot and asked himself with a smile: "Are you kind?"

He even picked him up casually just now to throw him in the trash can.

These words that should not be said to the actions of the disabled unexpectedly made Liu Xiaoman feel... relaxed.

Speaking of Xiaoguo, I don't know if it will be stared at strangely by other cats in the cat world.

Will not feel inferior.

He flicked the hammer here and there, and then the mallet was in a trance, and there was a loud "stab" sound from the back row, as if someone had pushed the table with great force.

Liu Xiaoman turned his head to look, and it was Yu Shou who stood up and glanced at the whole class expressionlessly.

"Stop talking, class is over." He said without any ups and downs.

Maybe his tall stature is indeed more intimidating, standing there straight up seems like that, and the voice in the class has been quieted down a lot.

"Fuck, I thought Mount Liang was here!" Three Golden Flowers called out vigilantly.

"Stop playing." Yu Shou looked at them.

"What the hell?" One of the golden flowers deliberately didn't look at the rest of the head, and said to the other two golden flower brothers with a half-smile, "Heroes save the beauty?"

As long as this topic is on the middle school campus, as long as it is thrown out, it can blow up whistles and strange screams all over the room.

"It's so fucking exciting when school just started?" Chao Chao also whistled.

Liu Xiaoman took a special look at Han Xuebi, she was still lying on the table, but her shoulders were raised higher, and her head was about to bite her.

Yu Shou couldn't help but kicked the stool away and walked towards the three golden flowers.

"Awesome, Yutou!" Sanduo also stood up, patted the table, and stared forward at Yu Shou, "Being a bad sports committee member for you really makes me a fucking schoolmaster? Your 27 Multiplying the score of mathematics by four can't catch up with others' grades, who is pretending to be so stupid?"

"My god, this is too much." Li Meng was excited in a low voice.

The shouting in the class was already unbelievable, and the boys who were closer didn't know whether they were a little more excited or really wanted to persuade them to fight, they had already stood up and surrounded them, stretching their postures, trying to persuade each of them with a smile on their faces, " Don't make noise, don't make noise."

When Shang Liangshan entered through the back door, he saw this scene.

"What are you doing!" He slammed the door twice with a dark face, "Sit down for me."

The class was finally quiet, completely quiet.

Liu Xiaoman looked at the time on the watch, and the listening session was over.

In fact, Yu Shou couldn't take a few steps forward from his seat. As soon as he kicked off the stool, he was entangled like a man-eating tree by persuasion, and he was still staring at the fried golden flower trio trying to move forward.

"Yu Shou!" Shang Liangshan yelled at him, stared at each other in the past, and said in a low voice, "If you don't sit down, get out."

A group of people dispersed.

"You four," Shang Liangshan called their names respectively, "go to my office after class."

"Damn it." Someone from the Golden Flower Brothers cursed in a low voice, and threw the cards into the table bucket.

"I think you didn't run enough in the lap and a half in the morning, and you haven't practiced enough." Shang Liangshan said, walked to the podium, picked up half a piece of chalk, and wrote a silly "two" on the blackboard.

"Two things," he pointed at the "two" with a serious face, "I'm going to a meeting, so let me tell you briefly."

"One is the exam. The time has been set. Classes will be held on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday next week," Shang Liangshan said.

The class was wailing just like when he announced the run yesterday.

"Quiet, there is another thing," Shang Liangshan patted the blackboard, "In October, after the National Day, the school will hold a sports meeting."

Liu Xiaoman was buried in the listening booklet, when he heard this, his eyelids twitched and he looked up at Shang Liangshan.

"My request is that every student in our class—note that I said 'every'—" Shang Liangshan didn't look at him, "to join this movement." He said the second half sentence.

I don't know if there was a morning run to pave the way ahead, or because the annual sports meeting is equivalent to a holiday, but the class didn't respond to this matter.

Except Liu Xiaoman.

"Whatever event you want, relay running, long jump, table tennis badminton..." Shang Liangshan was still talking, "Of course, I personally encourage you to participate in team events as much as possible, and I don't tell you why you all know."

"Collective sense of honor—" the bottom dragged his voice in response to him.

Shang Liangshan nodded with satisfaction: "Some people, I may form a group for you according to my ideas, and apply for some sports that can be played in pairs or in teams...Of course, it must be considered according to the actual situation."

Don't think about it, right?

Liu Xiaoman answered inwardly with a particularly bad feeling.

Sure enough, in the next second, Shang Liangshan's eyes swept over him.

He swept Xia Liang's empty seat again, and frowned: "Where is Xia Liang?"

Just pretend we're all dead

Liu Xiaoman thought weakly.