After wearing the book, the school grass chased me

"Zuo Ji, class is over, why is your desk so clean?"

As soon as Zhang Xuemin came in, he went straight to Zuo Ji, and precisely hit him on the head with the cardboard shell that had already been rolled into a tube.

Zuo Ji hissed, "Teacher, if you hit me a few more times, I'm going to become stupid."

"Don't worry, you have no room to fall anyway."

As soon as the words came out, everyone in the class laughed in a low voice and looked back at him one after another. Zuo Ji immediately showed a charming smile, his eyes were electrified: "Students, am I handsome?"

"What a handsome ball!" Zhang Xuemin hit Zuo Ji with a stick again, "Are you still kidding me? Book!" He stared at the classmates who were watching the excitement again, and everyone quickly looked away.

Zuo Ji shook his head in a little disappointment, and dragged out his language documents.

That slow movement was even more uneasy than that of a middle-aged man. Zhang Xuemin became more and more annoyed, and felt that the blood on the soles of his feet was rushing to his head.

He patted Zuo Ji's lazily stiff shoulder again: "Sit up straight for me and read aloud carefully. I will help your Chinese teacher watch this morning self-study. If you are not serious, I will invite you from the office at noon today."

After Zhang Xuemin left, Zuo Ji touched his back and gasped, "This old bald man is getting stronger and stronger."

Yang Fei looked at him sympathetically, "It must have been practiced by the old bald man in the seventh class. Zhang Qiang and the others really didn't take care of it. They raised the old bald man's strength, but it's revenge on you, Brother Ji."

"Why don't we invite them to play basketball at noon and vent our anger on the court?" Wang Yujie turned his head and suggested.

Zuo Ji slowly took out the small mirror to adjust his hairstyle, "Yeah" and said, "I can have this. My hairstyle is all messed up. I really want to discuss with the old bald man not to touch my hairstyle in the future."

The head can be broken or bleeding, and the hairstyle can't be messed up. He is recognized as a school grass, and he has the burden of an idol.

"He Wei, still eat, still eat, why did you spend so much time before, you have to eat in class to be delicious, right? Eat again, I will take you to the toilet to eat."

"Zhang Wenyuan, did you sleep soundly with your head half up? How about I move you a bed?"

"Tian Zhenzhen, I saw the mirror in your book, don't hide it, bring it here."

Amidst the neat and melodious reading aloud, Zhang Xuemin's sonorous voice occasionally sounded.

From the corner of his eyes, Gu Yan caught a glimpse of a row of classmates' desks after Lao Zhang passed by, leaning his body slightly to approach An Qi, "Didn't you say that the head teacher is kind? Why do I look fierce?"

An Qi: "It's okay, as long as you don't make mistakes, Lao Zhang is very easy-going."

Isn't this nonsense, if you don't make mistakes, who is full and has nothing to scold you?

Gu Yan is depressed, feeling that An Qi's kindness is so careless.

"Gu Yan, what's the matter with you, it stands to reason that you know Lao Zhang best in our class, why do you still ask me?" An Qi finally realized that Gu Yan asked him that the teacher had a strange temper.

"There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. I understand Lao Zhang from different angles." Gu Yan said nonsense seriously.

Looking at his sincere eyes, An Qi foolishly believed it again.

Today is Monday, the national flag will be hoisted.

After two classes, the whole class went downstairs to the big square one after another. There were many people and the voices were very noisy. Gu Yan and An Qi deliberately stayed behind. Has begun to take shape.

"There are so many people in our school." Gu Yan looked at the crowd and sighed.

An Qi said: "Who told us that our school is big and beautiful, and there are extracurricular activities that the students like most, and the enrollment rate is comparable to that of key high schools, so naturally more students come here."

"Well, it's pretty good." Gu Yan also likes the atmosphere of Chenyang High School. It's not as tight as his previous school, and there are extracurricular practices at the end of each semester.

The two chatted and walked towards their class. Suddenly, Gu Yan was bumped hard on the right side of his body. An Qi reacted quickly and pulled him, so he didn't fall down, but the girl who hit him fell down herself. .

"Are you okay?" Gu Yan hurriedly bent down and asked.

The girl was a little shy, she looked at Gu Yan, then immediately lowered her head, her expression was obviously in pain, but she said, "No, that, I'm sorry, I didn't hit you on purpose."

"It's okay, I'm fine, but you..." Gu Yan followed the girl's movement of standing up and looked at her clenched palms, "Are your hands okay?"

The girl turned her back, lowered her head, and shook her head quickly, "I'm fine, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to."

Knowing that Gu Yan would not pursue it, she apologized and hurried away.

An Qi looked at her back, "Gu Yan, do you think she did it on purpose?"

"What is it on purpose?"

An Qi: "I bumped into you on purpose."

"Why did you hit me on purpose? I didn't offend her." Gu Yan obviously didn't understand the essence yet.

An Qi sighed, "You elm-headed, I mean, did she have a crush on you, and then bumped into you on purpose, like this, you two have crossed paths."

"..." Gu Yan was silent for a moment, then looked straight at An Qi, "Have you forgotten that I am the same?"

Just because the world doesn't look at homosexuality through colored glasses, can't we forget about his sexual orientation?

The original body likes men, and he himself also likes men. Of course, the difference between him and the original body is that he will never fall in love until he is successful and famous.

One word awakened the dreamer, An Qi patted his head annoyedly, and followed Gu Yan who walked a few steps away, "Oh, I forgot about it, you used to say three sentences with Zuo Ji, but now you can say seventeen or eight sentences." Not having a place like him makes me think you like women."

At this point, An Qi thought of something, and whispered: "However, you can also like women, there are many doubles now. I heard that Zuo Ji is double."

"Zuo Ji is a double?" Gu Yan recalled the serial content he had read, shook his head and said, "He probably isn't, I think he only likes men."

"how do you know?"

"I can tell."

"Can you still see this?" An Qi was skeptical and curious, "But if Zuo Ji only likes men, then what kind does he like? Tough one, or tender one?"

Where Gu Yan chased him, the other main character, Gong, had just transferred to another school, and the author didn't describe him much, "Maybe it's evenly matched, attacking each other?" He deliberately said that he was not sure.

It's time for his class, Gu Yan hurriedly finished, "Anyway, you just wait and see, maybe you will be able to see his other half in the near future."

That person will transfer to another school in the second semester of the second year of high school, so it will be soon, when Zuo Ji and that person will fall in love with each other every day, it is estimated that no one will remember him anymore.

After almost all the people in the class arrived, Zhang Xuemin also came chatting with a few teachers in a leisurely manner. When he got here, he each went to his own class to guard.

Zhang Xuemin walked around to the back, the students who were chatting did not dare to speak, and the small square became much quieter, so that Gu Yan, who was standing in the fourth row from the bottom due to his height, heard the voice of the head teacher questioning Zuo Ji.

"Where's your school uniform?"

Then came Zuo Ji's lazy magnetic voice, "I lost it."

Zhang Xuemin suddenly became angry, "Don't fool me! I saw what you were wearing in the morning reading. Where can you throw it away in only two classes? Did you forget to take it in the classroom? Go quickly, I promise you Go up and get it."

Zuo Ji smiled hippie, "Teacher, I'm really lost, I didn't lie to you. But you don't have to worry, with my face here, I promise not to let the school correctors remember my name."

"You—" Zhang Xuemin was angry and ashamed, looked around and said in a low voice, "Do you want face?"

Zuo Ji followed suit and lowered his voice, "Teacher, I call it rational use of resources. With my handsome face, you don't have to worry about being deducted from your class."

Patting the non-existing dust on the teacher's shoulder, Zuo Ji smiled: "Teacher, don't worry, I know almost all the people in charge of the school correction team, and they all have a good relationship with me. There are a few, I won't be afraid of your jealousy if you tell them." , actually makes a lot of sense to me."

The corners of Zhang Xuemin's mouth twitched: "..."

He is already old, who would be jealous of someone who likes his student?

This Zuo Ji, if he doesn't contribute to his high blood pressure, he will feel uncomfortable for a day!

From the corner of the eye, Zhang Xuemin saw the people who came to correct the school team not far away, and Zhang Xuemin said angrily: "Since you refuse to say where your school uniform is, then you can bear it yourself. If our class deducts class points because of you, wait You will go back to the classroom later and do fifty squats for me on the stage."

"Okay, okay, teacher, you can do whatever you say." Zuo Ji was so confident, he thought it was nothing at all, and the leader who came was a beautiful woman who clearly loved him.

After a few familiar words, the beauty winked at him, responded to receiving his hint, and then pretended to write down his name. After leaving, Zuo Ji said OK to Zhang Xuemin, "Teacher, it's done."

Seeing Zuo Ji like that, Gu Yan thought it was done, took out half of the phone and put it back, stood upright, and stopped paying attention to Zuo Ji.

And Zhang Xuemin also thought that with Zuo Ji's communication skills, his class would not be deducted points, but when the flag was raised and the dean sent him the point deductions, he raised his hand and covered the back of his neck.

"Ouch, Mr. Zhang, have you suffered from cervical spondylosis again?" A passing teacher asked concerned.

Zhang Xuemin forced a smile back, "It's a little bloodshot."

teacher:"???"

Because it’s not time for class yet, some students in the class are standing in the hallway chatting, some are playing with mobile phones in the classroom, or doing other things.

As for the three of Zuo Ji, Yang Fei and Wang Yujie, they naturally followed the old rules. They took out cigarettes and lighters from their schoolbags, put them in their trouser pockets, and prepared to go to the toilet to get one.

But before they walked out of the classroom, they were blocked by Zhang Xuemin, who held his mobile phone in his right hand and looked at them with fiery eyes.

Yang Fei and Wang Yujie were startled, and instinctively covered their trouser pockets. Zuo Ji remained calm, showing a good student's smile, "Teacher, you seem a little angry. Who offended you?"

"Who else but you?" Zhang Xuemin shouted angrily.

Zuo Ji looked puzzled, "Me? What happened to me?"

"What's wrong with you? You should ask what's wrong with you." Zhang Xuemin turned on the phone and unlocked it with a sullen face, "Look for yourself."

Zuo Ji approached with question marks all over his head, and half a second later, there were more question marks on his head, "I am deducting points for not wearing a school uniform? Impossible, it is impossible for Li Qian to remember my name, and she even winked at me Well, that obviously means covering her."

"What kind of bag? That's how it turned out now." Zhang Xuemin took back his phone, his brows furrowed even tighter, "You clearly wore a school uniform in the morning, so where did you get it for only two classes?"

He pushed Zuo Ji away, walked to his desk, bent down to check the underside of the desk, no, then pinched his schoolbag, also no.

Strange, "Where did you throw your school uniform, don't tell me you fell into the toilet when you went to the toilet."

"Teacher, no." Yang Fei couldn't hold back, and spoke for Zuo Ji.

Zhang Xuemin looked at him, "It didn't fall into the toilet, where did it go?"

"It's Ji..." Almost calling Brother Ji in front of the teacher, Yang Fei hurriedly changed his words, "It was Zuo Ji who lent the school uniform to a girl in need."

"Borrow the school uniform?" Zhang Xuemin's eyes were full of disbelief, "How do you know, you saw it with your own eyes?"

"No, Zuo Ji told us, you say yes, Wang Yujie." Yang Fei slapped Wang Yujie's arm.

Wang Yujie nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, teacher, that's how it is. Our classmate Ji... Zuo Ji is a very kind person, and he is especially happy to give roses to others to leave a lingering fragrance."

What he said, coupled with Wang Yujie's dog-legged expression, the students in the class always felt that he was bragging, and it was not the first time for the three of them to team up to fool the teacher, so the credibility of what he said was really not high.

An Qi approached Gu Yan, and whispered: "The three of them must be bragging, Zuo Ji is narcissistic and conceited, how could he take the initiative to help girls."

Gu Yan frowned slightly, but did not agree with An Qi's words.

Most of the other students had the same opinion as An Qi, and so did Zhang Xuemin, "You three are fooling me like a three-year-old kid, right? The excuses you make for making mistakes are left over from the teacher's play back then."

Zhang Xuemin looked at Zuo Ji, "Well, let's not say that the teacher is biased against you and doesn't believe you, you can show evidence, or ask the girl who was helped to testify for you, if it is true, not only will the teacher not punish you, I also apologize to you and praise you."

He doesn't know which class the girl is in, besides, helping others, handsome for a moment, and finding someone to testify for you afterward, how much it will damage his handsome and tall school girl image?

"Teacher, I'd better do 50 squats." Zuo Ji looked proud of me doing squats.

Zhang Xuemin was so angry that he raised his hand and nodded to him, "I knew you lied, you still help others, if you don't beat them up to find trouble for me, I will thank you. Go to the stage and do 50 deep squat."

He tilted his head to Zuo Ji, motioning him to hurry up.

Zuo Ji was particularly cooperative, with one hand in his pocket, walking up like a catwalk.

Zhang Xuemin looked like the child was hopeless, "Tell me about you, the average score in the class is always lagging behind, and now you can't contribute to the class discipline score, Zuo Ji, learning is not for the teacher, but for yourself , for your good life in the future..."

Balabala kept talking, Zuo Ji didn't bother, and the students began to dislike him.

"Lao Zhang has turned on Tang Monk mode again."

"The old bald man is really good at talking, I'm afraid."

"It's better than the main characters in Japanese comics."

Zuo Ji stood on the podium with his hands behind his back, ready to do squats.

Gu Yan squeezed the mobile phone in his bag tightly, his brows were struggling and contemplating, but before Zuo Ji was about to squat down, he stood up and said:

"Teacher, I have evidence that Zuo Ji helped others."