The system makes me a good person

Fang Mumu has an obedient personality. Although she is not as superstitious and dependent on authority as her mother, she is cowardly, and subconsciously compromises with those who are stronger than herself.

In the past, life was simple, almost two points and one line. Grandma, the authority, had resistance in her heart, and she had a weak sense of presence in the school, and she didn't have a deep feeling for the authority of the teacher.

So for the time being, I didn't face anyone who made me compromise.

But ever since Song Jing inserted into his life like a torrent, Fang Mumu yearned for his flying, confident, and arrogant existence, and Fang Mumu subconsciously became shorter because of his indisputable and strong style. Feel obedient.

We've only known each other for a few days, and even Fang Mumu himself didn't notice this change.

He was still struggling with the matter of changing shifts, but he heard that Song Jing had already greeted Teacher Chen. Fang Mumu was stunned for a while, staring blankly at Teacher Chen who was also in a daze, and after being pushed by Song Jing on the shoulder, he was at a loss He opened his mouth and shouted, "Mr. Chen is good."

"Oh, good, good..." Teacher Chen stared at Fang Mumu with wide eyes, feeling even more at a loss than the client.

The classroom was quite quiet, there was no sound of flipping papers or yawning. Everyone quietly watched Song Jing push Fang Mumu to sit next to him, and then sat down himself. He didn't do anything else, how could he finish so many papers overnight.So, after yesterday, he started the mode of making papers crazily.

And Fang Mumu, after staying for a while, also took out the book from the bag and began to endorse. Although Teacher Wang's words were not pleasant, there was something Fang Mumu took for granted. The time in the third year of high school was precious, and we should not waste every bit of it.

The parties involved are so calm, and the people who eat melons can only stand silently in the melon field with their melons in their mouths, looking forward to the follow-up development.

Teacher Chen, one of the people who eat melons, is standing in a mess in the classroom. Who can tell him what's going on? !

The self-study time passed quickly, and as soon as the get out of class bell rang, Teacher Chen couldn't wait to go to Song Jing's side and let him go out to talk about what was going on.

Song Jing was still easy to talk, stood up and pointed to two people, "Help Fang Mumu move the things in the classroom."

"Decree." Those two pidianpidian went to move things so that they could command Mr. Chen dumbfounded.

Teacher Chen looked hopeless, and moved out of the classroom bit by bit with heavy steps, followed by the tall and tall Song Jing. He stood facing the balcony facing the wind for a while, lamenting that the life of a teacher was not easy. Only then did he ask Song Jing what was going on.

Teacher Chen who understood the cause and effect was silent, "Forget it, if you want to stay, you can keep it. Teacher Wang's teaching work is very good, and the students he teaches are also very good, but he is too strict with the students."

"Yeah." Song Jing nodded indiscriminately, regardless of what Mr. Chen's fans said about peace, he reached out and asked him for a mobile phone, "Old Chen lent me my mobile phone, mine is out of battery."

Teacher Chen silently took out her mobile phone, then watched Song Jing dial his mother's number, and told Ms. Shen on the other end that she had found a language instructor and asked the parents and the principal to talk about the shift. Ms. Shen told the child The son was obedient and obedient, almost responding to every request, and there was no pause in his promise.

Just as Song Jing hung up the phone, the cell phone rang again. Seeing that it was the principal, Song Jing returned the cell phone to Teacher Chen. Teacher Chen answered the phone, "Yeah, the person has come... Oh, okay... I know the principal, I will definitely manage the class well... Got it, um... Goodbye, principal."

After answering the phone, Teacher Chen looked up at Song Jing, "Okay, Fang Mumu is definitely from Class Five."

"Okay, I see, then go back."

Teacher Chen also wanted to hold Song Jing to do ideological work. Seeing Song Jing's sloppy and indifferent appearance, those teachings and teachings were probably playing the piano to the cow, so he waved helplessly, "Let's go, let's go."

The inside of the classroom is much more lively than the outside.

Song Jing has a tablemate!

Song Jing didn't like to sit with other people, it always felt crowded, and the seat next to her was always vacant.It was rumored among the classmates that the position was reserved for Song Jing's favorite girl, well, this kind of bad boy romance story is more popular among students.

That empty position has been dubbed the queen's throne by everyone over time ==

Now, there is someone sitting in the back seat, not the pretty girl everyone thinks, but definitely a poor boy, the fire of gossip from the crowd is burning, finally someone can't help but come to Fang Mumu, staring, watching, watching …I can't wait to put Fang Mumu under the microscope to look at him inch by inch, cell by cell, to see how divine he really is, to be favored by the boss Song Jing.

In the end, I came to the conclusion that Song Jing deserves to be the boss, but his taste is different...

"Fang Mumu, how did you hook up with the boss?"

"You look so distinctive, is it because of this that the boss looks differently?"

"These glasses are so tenacious, you use them sparingly."

"Pull your bangs back and let us see your face, what a curious and clear face!"

"The clothes on your body are so fat. It is rumored that you have been wearing your relatives' old clothes. Is this true?"

"If you give me this kind of old clothes, I won't wear them. Fang Mumu must be a doormat at home. Fang Mumu doesn't speak, so shy."

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When Song Jing came in, he saw that his position was surrounded by three layers of people, and Fang Mumu, the "stuffing" inside, was about to shrink into a ball.

"It's all gone, it's gone, what does it look like?"

All of a sudden, the birds and beasts dispersed, and the classroom became quiet all of a sudden. Fang Mumu also got a chance to breathe. His face was blushing, blocked by thick bangs and big black-rimmed glasses. The new classmates were more enthusiastic than expected, which made him unable to resist.

What I said to him in a few minutes was more than the classmates in the previous class had been together for two years. Fang Mumu felt strange and magical.

A pair of bright eyes looked at Song Jing, it was all the changes he brought to him.

Song Jing put his big hand on Fang Mumu's head and pressed down, and announced loudly to everyone in the classroom: "My little brother Fang Mumu, please take care of me."

"The people around Brother Song, how can we bully them?"

"Don't worry boss, we will cover him in the future."

The boys all patted their chests and said to take care of them, there must be nothing wrong.

The girl also smiled and said she would protect her, "When you arrive in Class Five, you will be a member of Class Five and won't let outsiders bully you."

More than half of Class [-] did not have good academic performance and entered the High School Attached to Linhai University. They were all paid by their parents, and few of them had good grades.The remaining ones will be divided into five classes, and their grades will not be much better.Everyone is in the same boat, there are quite a few thorns, no one is convinced, but who let Class [-] still have an overlord Song Jing, all the thorns that are not satisfied have been cleaned up by him, his words are more effective than teachers or parents .

With Song Jing taking the lead, the fifth class has a strong atmosphere in the world, and there are internal frictions, but they are quite united externally.

Fang Mumu looked at Song Jing with bent eyes, "No classmate has ever been so warm to me, everyone is so kind."

"In your eyes, there are no bad people." Song Jing glanced at Fang Mumu with disgust. He didn't know why his eyes were so long. All he saw were good people. If he was sold out, he had to count the money for him. It was really worrying.

Song Jing likes the position next to the wall and the window. When she is tired of sleeping on the table in class, she props her head up and looks outside. There are a few tall ginkgo trees planted behind the teaching building, which are crisp and verdant in summer, and gradually turn yellow in autumn. In late autumn, it becomes a golden piece, which is very beautiful.

There are lawns under the ginkgo trees, and the evergreen grass plants make people feel comfortable at a glance.

The empty seat was outside, but Song Jing decided to frame Fang Mumu within his sphere of influence, so as not to be bullied again if he didn't pay attention.

Song Jing thought, the younger brother is being bullied and the boss loses face, it doesn't suit his style.

"I don't need your help, just stand by the side." Song Jing did it himself. He didn't need Fang Mumu's help and of course he didn't need anyone else's. It was just a table, and he lifted it up and sent it to the back of the classroom, and then dragged his own table. out.

Coincidentally, the two people Song Jing sent out to fetch things brought Fang Mumu's table over.Leaning against the wall and stuffing it inside, Song Jing pushed his own up again, and it was done.

Fang Mumu is worthy of being a top student who is well-known throughout the middle school attached to Linhai City. The books, notes, and papers piled up on the table have become hills. He also has a lot of exercise books, which are either issued by the school or discarded by other students. He does everything one by one. OK, packed up and stacked on the table.

Fang Mumu knows that his talent is average, and he can only make up for his weakness with diligence, keep reading and doing, and master all the knowledge points and types of questions flexibly, so that he can be invincible.

The hill-like books and papers stunned all the people in class five. The person in front took a paper and flipped through it. It was the Chinese paper of the grade unified examination some time ago. The correct rate was astonishing. answer to use.

"As expected of a scholar."

Song Jing looked at Xiaoshan but frowned, his eyesight was too affected, "Pile all the books you don't use on the table behind, and put the frequently used books here."

"But, will there be someone..." Fang Mumu pushed his glasses hesitantly, the back was out of his range, so it was hard to take care of it.

"No." Song Jing answered decisively, frowning and did not let go, "Did the trash in the first class throw your book?"

Fang Mumu was surprised, with a "how do you know" expression on his face.

"..." Everything was written on the face, and it was too easy to guess.

"Class five can't, even if someone has such thoughts, I wouldn't dare to do it here." Song Jing smiled, feeling bloody and cruel enough, "They will regret it."

Fang Mumu's grateful eyes said, "Song Jing is so kind, and Class [-] is so kind."

"..."