walking slowly

For most people, the Chinese test is always the longest. What the students don't know is that the invigilator is more tormented than them.

For example, Gu Mo now.

Invigilating the subjects he teaches, there are students in his class in the examination room, watching them write like a god, the answers are all stupid, but he can't point out the mistakes, and he feels a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

They are all sub-questions!

After turning around twice, he stood at the back window and counted the floors of the commercial buildings standing on Jin Street not far away...

The sound of footsteps beside his ears suddenly disappeared, and Zhou Xing put down his pen.

He rested his hands on his forehead, and searched for the white shirt in the classroom out of the corner of his eye.

Fortunately, sitting in the penultimate row, only leaning back a little, you can see the person you want to see.

The slender and slender figure stood quietly by the window, caressing the cuff buttons intentionally or unintentionally, the neck line was stretched with the slight movement of the face, which was especially beautiful.

It was clear that the sky was full of clouds and light, but just standing there seemed to block all the scenery outside.

Zhou Xing couldn't see anything.

Only Gu Mo was left in his eyes.

After counting the 23rd floor, he was about to count another building, when there seemed to be a burning gaze from somewhere, Gu Mo turned his head inadvertently, and met a pair of eyes that were as bright as stars.

Those eyes are beautiful, the misty blue pupil color is like a vast galaxy, and the upturned eye ends are matched with a eye-catching tear mole at the corner of the eye, which has an indescribable charm.

No one, he thought, could escape the gaze of those eyes.

And at this moment, he was being watched by those eyes.

Gu Mo struggled out of the chaotic thoughts, lowered his head slightly to hide his complicated emotions.

He lifted it up again soon, his expression returned to normal, and he raised his eyebrows at Zhou Xing.

how?

Zhou Xing instantly understood what he meant, and moved his lips twice.

look at you.

Gu Mo understood his mouth shape, and thought that this kid might be stupid, why don't you look at the invigilator for the test paper?

He didn't have the courage to walk over to appreciate his abstract answer sheet again, so he walked to Jing Xi's side...

Ok……

Why did she only write an essay? ! !

At this time, Zhou Xing suddenly raised his hand.

"What's wrong?" He had a headache.

"Teacher, I need to go to the bathroom."

Gu Mo felt like he was in a kindergarten, the kind where he was taking children to a graffiti class.

He went to the corridor and called the inspecting teacher to temporarily invigilate the exam, and then took Zhou Xing to the toilet.

At the door of the toilet, Zhou Xing stopped.

Gu Mo said: "Why, do you still want me to help you?"

Zhou Xing laughed when he heard this: "What are you helping?"

"Help you in."

"That's not necessary," he asked again, "Master, do you want to watch me do it?"

"dont see."

"That's good, I'm still a little shy."

Gu Mo sneered: "I haven't seen where you are?"

I remembered being locked in the locker room last time.

"There really is one," Zhou Xing sternly said, "I'll need it later."

Gu Mo began to grind his teeth.

"Are you sure you don't..."

Gu Mo: "Get out!"

Come in and take a look?

"I might read the cheat sheet inside." Zhou Xing left the last sentence and hurried away.

Besides, Gu Mo might want to beat him up here, which is not a suitable place.

After the exam was over, Gu Mo finally didn't have to feel tired anymore. He felt relieved when he heard the ending bell for the first time.

"Candidates, please sit down and wait for me to collect all the test papers before leaving."

They are all boys, and there are always a few who can't sit still and want to leave early.

When Gu Mo received half of the papers, some of the students who had already handed in the papers stood up and stretched their waists and walked out.

Before he could speak, he heard a cold "sit down".

Everyone subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.

Rumor has it that Zhou Xing, the most unprovoked person in the school, leaned lazily on the back table, tapped on the table with a pen in his left hand, and did not look at anyone.The sentence just now was obviously not loud, but it seemed to nail people's footsteps in place, with a terrifying momentum.

Even Gu Mo was stunned, let alone the stretcher.The poor child immediately put his butt on the stool and kept his arms stretched...

After all, Zhou Xing's words sounded more like "Dare to kill you".

Gu Mo hadn't digested it until he handed over the test paper bag to the Office of Political Affairs and Education.Zhou Xing, who has always been shameless in front of him, is so cruel when he speaks...

He couldn't think of words to describe it for a moment, and he only vaguely felt that what he knew was not the real Zhou Xing, and he untied his cuffs irritably, feeling a little bad.

It's like when you take off your underpants and vest and turn around to find that others are still covering them tightly.

In the afternoon, the language group graded the papers uniformly, and Gu Mo returned to the office after eating.

Huang Jun was discussing with Yang Huan about his English review at noon when he saw him come in.

"Mr. Gu, is the Chinese test paper difficult this time?"

"Not too difficult."

"Then I don't worry, as long as the second class is not the bottom of the door, I will go back to burn incense."

Gu Mo thought to himself, judging from the situation in his examination room, it was impossible for him not to be at the bottom of the Chinese language.

All the language teachers of AB and AB schools gathered in the conference room to cross-mark the papers.

At first, everyone didn't say a word, and buried their heads in criticizing what they were doing.Gradually, there were more and more weird test papers, and the teachers began to exchange the ridiculous answers they got.

You said something to each other, and the atmosphere became lively. Gu Mo heard it in his ears and just laughed it off.

A female teacher in school B suddenly said in surprise.

"How could he answer such a simple question wrong? He taught it in elementary school!"

The female teacher next to him leaned over.

"what?"

"The author of "Bamboo Stone", this student wrote Gu Mo, who is Gu Mo?"

Gu Mo, who was drinking from a thermos, suddenly choked and coughed violently, and then heard the female teacher say again.

"He didn't get a single question right, and he didn't write a composition, but the writing is pretty good."

She showed it to several teachers around her, and they all thought the handwriting was good.

Gu Mo came over slowly and said to her, "This seems to be my student."

When the female teacher heard the sound and saw a gentle and clean male teacher, she was excited and wondered when did the school recruit such a handsome teacher? !

"What is the teacher's name?"

"Gu Mo."

Female teacher: ...

"Cough, your student's handwriting is pretty good, pretty good." She said awkwardly.

"Please help me calculate his total points."

The female teacher flipped through the pages: "...zero points."

"Okay, thank you."

Although there was no expression on his face, the female teacher always felt that the temperature around him was several degrees lower.If you think about it, if you can take duck eggs in Chinese, whoever teaches such a student will vomit blood with anger.

Gu Mo was embarrassed on one side, but the other side was boiling again.

Several elderly teachers gathered around the table discussing something excitedly.

The female teacher who spoke earlier couldn't hold back her curiosity and went over to listen to it, and she was obviously a little excited when she came back.

"Hey, you know, the composition team over there has read a composition with a perfect score! The whole article is ancient Chinese...the test paper has been drawn out separately, and everyone is reading it!"

Another female teacher squeezed over and looked back.

"Damn! That child only made a few choices in front of him, and the other questions are all blank. What's the matter?"

"Could it be that the previous topic is too simple? Several teachers in that article looked it up sentence by sentence, and they couldn't pick out any grammatical mistakes, and the thought was profound and far-reaching. It seems that he is a child prodigy!"

……

Gu Mo was silent for a long time after listening, and he always felt that this child prodigy was someone he knew.

After the English test, the Chinese group has not finished marking all the papers.

Reviewing in the classroom is too boring, so Zhou Xing and Jing Xi went to the basketball court to watch Xia Ye play.

After the sports meeting, Xia Ye regained his love for basketball and returned to the school team. Huo Qing thanked Zhou Xing for this incident.

It turned out that only a group of little girls who admired Huo Qing came to watch them play, but now Xia Ye's fans are all on the sidelines. Sure enough, as Hu Xiaoju said, almost half of the girls from School B came.

When Zhou Xing arrived, the other half of the girls rushed to tell each other, and the other half also rushed over after a while.

The scene seemed to be another sports meeting, Zhou Xing watched it for a while and felt noisy and wanted to leave.

A group of boys from the third class came towards them with noisiness, and in the middle was Yue Chun with an inch head.

Separated by a human wall, what they said was heard intermittently by Zhou Xing and Jing Xi.

"...Ha, that weak chicken..."

"Brother Chun is still amazing..."

"...I guess I'm hiding somewhere and weeping secretly haha."

"Brother Chun has warned him a long time ago, he is ignorant, he deserves it!"

……

In the end, I don't know who said, "The whole class of the second class is rubbish", and then the people around fell silent.

Zhou Xing was already standing in front of them.

It was Jing Xi who spoke first.

"what are you guys saying?"

No one speaks.

Zhou Xing wore a black hooded sweater today, young and flamboyant.

He fiddled with the hat twice, slowly pulling it over the top of his head.

The voice is still lazy.

"Tell me again, what you just said."

No one can see the expression on his face now, but they also know that they have stepped on the thunder, so they dare not answer or not answer.

It was the same boy who said that the second class was trash, stood up and told the story again without fear of death.

The radio station will select a new announcer from the broadcast candidates to replace the previous one in December every year.

This year, two seniors abdicated, so the selection was advanced one month.

After the exam, Hu Xiaoju hurried to the Wenyu Building. He attached great importance to this selection for fear of being late.But Yue Chun and the others stopped him, punched him twice and locked him in the toilet.

Yue Chun released him only after the main candidate list was finalized.

At this time, the entire basketball court noticed the commotion here. The girls from School B walked as long as they could, and dispersed if they couldn't.The court also stopped playing, and the road was divided into two distinct factions.

People from the second class gathered around and stood by Zhou Xing's side, and a group from the third class and a few dissatisfied Zhou Xing from other grades were on the opposite side.

Hearing that he gloated and said that Hu Xiaoju was hoarse from shouting inside, someone finally couldn't help but wanted to go up and punch him.

He was stopped by Zhou Xing.

Yue Chun was a little nervous at first, but now he became crazy because of the crowd.

"Brother Xing, I didn't hit him hard because of your face. This matter has nothing to do with you, or just let it go."

What he said sounded like "I only called you Brother Xing to save your face".

Jing Xi became angry when she heard his tone of voice, and began to roll up her sleeves.

Halfway through the roll, I heard Zhou Xing say.

"It really has nothing to do with me."

Yue Chun laughed, saying how powerful Zhou Xing was, but no one had ever seen him before, so it seemed that way.

He added: "That's right, we're all brothers, there's no need to make trouble over an idiot."

"Ah."

Zhou Xing walked over them to the teaching building.

Yue Chun's faction breathed a sigh of relief, but also a little unwilling.

"That one just now," Zhou Xing suddenly turned his head, "You said Class Two is trash?"

The boy smiled meanly: "No, no, my mouth is cheap, of course you are not included, Brother Xing."

"That includes the teacher?" A slightly lower voice.

"Of course, teachers are trash..."

boom--

Before everyone could react, the boy had already been kicked five meters away by Zhou Xing, and hit a tree by the road, knocking off a dead leaf.

"No one can say anything bad about him in front of me."

The domineering voice added very slowly.

"Not at all."