I'm just hungry for your knowledge

In September, the morning sun was already extremely white and dazzling, and the entire large teaching building was covered with falling flowers and water, and the cicadas were hiding among the grass leaves, tearing endlessly.

Han Shen was standing downstairs with a bottle of ice-cold mineral water in his hand. Melted ice water dripped from his fingertips, and the water stains on the screen evaporated quickly.

[-Hey, brother, how do you say that you just transfer to another school? 】

[- You will travel thousands of miles during the summer vacation, you know, there are countless girls crying at your empty desk every day, bowing in line, and some people are giving chrysanthemums. 】

Han Shen clicked on the picture with his fingertips, and he really didn't know who the hell put a bouquet of flowers.

A funeral of roses, in honor of our lost love.

Yan Xin's voice was clearly holding back a laugh, and everything was converted into text.

[-Lao Jiang wants to move your desk out, and they plan to raise money to buy it, and each of them saws off a bench leg and takes it home for collection. 】

[-You said that your face is not a fucking crime? 】

Yan Xin's mouth is not guarded, and he is flattered by making a joke. Han Shen paused for a moment on the voice bar with his fingertips, and said, "Be careful with the position you gave Dad, maybe I will come back some other day." .”

[- Another day, what day is the other day? 】

【-Are you still turning back? 】

Are you still turning back?

Han Shen stared at these words and didn't speak for a while.

Five minutes later, a middle-aged man in a white shirt ran out of the corridor profusely sweating. His clothes were stained with gray marks, and his back was flesh-colored from the sweat, but he was looking for something with his arms akimbo.

When he glanced at Han Shen, he quickly turned to another place without hesitation.

"old……"

Han Shen stopped talking halfway and took off the earphones.

The director of politics and education received a notice from the principal half an hour ago to help a transfer student with excellent grades carry teaching materials, but after searching through boxes and cabinets for a long time, he found nothing, so he hurried down to tell this good student to copy other materials so as not to delay his study.

But besides a Sha Matt under the Huangguoshu, where can a good student come from?

Han Shen watched helplessly as the director of politics and education took his cell phone to make a call: "Hey, Han Shen, why didn't I see you?"

Han Shen connected and immediately cut off: "I'm behind you."

"Where—" The director of politics and education turned his head with his hips akimbo.

He stared at Han Shen for about three seconds.

Han Shen stood under the tree, the branches and leaves of the yellow fruit tree were thickened, reflecting the coolness in his temperament that should not be approached by strangers.

The backlight couldn't see the face clearly, the sun was soaking the back of Yusha's hands like running water, the whole body looked like it had just been fished out of bleach, and it was sent to school in a black splashed black T-shirt and ripped jeans.

Han Shen took off his baseball cap, his silver hair gleaming in the sun.

Director of political education: "...the hairstyle is quite unique."

Han Shen ignored the meaning of these words: "Teacher, can't get the textbooks for the time being?"

"Hey, you also know that the attached high school is different from other schools. The textbooks are all self-made and selected, and the warehouse is temporarily out of stock." Hearing that he was so eager to study, the director of politics and education cheered up: "But you don't have to worry, we will immediately Race against time to print a batch for you!"

Han Shen: "Do you see the anxiety written on my face?"

Political Director: "..."

"You are in Class 1, Grade [-], just go upstairs and turn right. Go and report now. I will notify your class teacher about the textbooks."

Han Shen carried the water upstairs.

In Class 1, Grade [-], there was no one in the corridor after class, unlike other classes chasing and fighting.

There is silence in the corridor on the third floor, which is completely different from the scene of students crowded at the door when other classes are over

"Look, this is the learning atmosphere of Class 1! A role model for the whole school."

The door was half open, and the teacher stretched out his hand to push it. A boy inside the door lazily swept the door with sideways eyes, and then pulled his hand violently.

"Boom!"

The door slammed shut.

The director of politics and education, who was almost hit on the nose, stiffened his shoulders and back.

Han Shen didn't understand what kind of show operation it was.

Through the door with excellent sound-absorbing effect, a woman's roar came faintly: "Your thinking style is not very good recently, I found out?! Do you think you are so smart that you can get into the double first class without doing homework? Especially you, Chen Dust, take 20 homework and pretend to be 63, you think I'm a fool? Who taught you fucking math?"

Understood, I taught people behind closed doors.

Han Shen stared at the meeting door and took another sip of water.

The director of politics and education knocked on the door patiently.

no respond.

The door continued to roar: "There is a new student in the class who is about to transfer. People know that our style is also worthy of being called the science class of the high school attached to the university?! You guys, watch the football game and don't do your homework! Your grade is the first, take the lead--"

Han Shen simply kicked the door open.

Crash, the whole classroom looked for help.

After seeing Han Shen, his eyes for help turned into confusion again.

Silver hair, ring, killing Matt?

Seeing Han Shen's face again, his eyes suddenly brightened.

I can I can I can I can! ! !

"..."

Rao, because of the information exchange and psychological hints in their eyes, the entire classroom was silent, and no one dared to speak.

"Chen Chen!"

The teacher in charge, Lao Qin, yelled again.

"I'm here, I know I'm wrong." A rich and tired male voice sounded.

The boy's posture on the podium is a bit sloppy, with a pair of peach eyes, a smile that is not a smile. , now his words are perfunctory and his expression is calm.

The boy had already seen the two people at the door, raised his slender fingers to scratch his hair, and said, "Ms. Qin——"

"You say you are not a good name, you are not too much, and you are not an asshole!"

The boy scratched his ears and tried to finish his sentence, but was blocked by Lao Qin aggressively a few times. He was speechless, gradually frowned, and suddenly raised his hand to poke behind her, grabbed the ponytail and pulled it down firmly: "Teacher Qin, Miss Qin, please don't scold me, there are people coming at the door. Don't show your family ugliness. You said that."

Lao Qin fell silent immediately, and turned to look at the door.

Han Shen gritted his teeth, licked his dry lips patiently with the tip of his tongue, and looked sideways at the director of politics and education: "Is this the learning atmosphere of Class 1?"

The director of politics and education who was slapped in the face several times today: "..."

In the office, Lao Qin and Han Shen introduced the school's curriculum and teachers of each subject, and took out a seating chart from the drawer.

"Where are you sitting, here, find a boy named Chen Chen, the one I scolded on the podium just now, do you recognize him?"

She's gone now.

Han Shen confirmed: "The one that used 20 assignments to pretend to be 63 just now?"

Lao Qin didn't expect that the first grader in the attached middle school would give others such an impression at first, and said with a smile: "...Actually, he just has no shape, and he is quite a nice person."

"Oh."

Find a place by the seating chart.

In the third row from the bottom of the window, Han Shen raised his head as he approached.

A group of black heads of boys gathered together in a circle, and they kept calling "grandpa", "father", and "brother" into the central vortex.

After a while, a warm and hoarse voice came out of the circle of his head: "Don't worry, Lao Qin doesn't like me very much now, and the physics homework must be handed in."

Obviously, this is the very good deskmate of that person.

"Pull it down, Mr. Yu doesn't check carefully at all, he is still watching the game live broadcast in the office every day." Said the boy squatting and rubbing his legs.

The other rude old men let out bursts of violent whimpering, and their gestures of pleading for mercy could be called charming.

"..."

It's not that I haven't seen a dog licking before, and it's rare to lick a dog to this level.Han Shen had to take a deep breath to suppress his nausea, lowered his head and pulled out the stool.

"Crash", half of the butt fell off the stool.

"Get out of the way." The voice was mixed with the rainy weather.

The owner of the removed butt turned around, and was just about to ask you if this is the throne, so you can’t even sit for a while, and then found that the owner of this position clearly wrote on his face——

"It's the throne, let me climb for you."

It's so fierce.

The crowd left and right reminded the landing to disperse one after another.

The deskmate who was pushed in the corner raised his hand to hold the window frame, with slender fingers, hula tore open the closed curtains, and a gust of breeze gently blown away the hair on his white forehead, causing him to narrow his eyes slightly.

Chen Chen turned around and smiled, "Welcome."

Then he found that there were four big characters clearly written on Han Shen's face——

"leave me alone."

He raised his leg and kicked the desk into the corner of another desk, and Han Shen immediately dragged the stool away and sat down.

Han Lidong has two new WeChat messages on his phone.

-The teacher told me that you dyed your hair, wore fancy clothes, pierced your ears and wore rings?I've only been out for a few days, so your mother can't control you anymore, can she?Get it back now!

- Dad knows that you are not happy about transferring to a new school, but there is nothing you can do about it. Can you also understand Dad's difficulties?

The speed of the class teacher's small report is only ten bolts faster than that of the teacher who just flipped through the supplementary materials.

Han Shen didn't reply to the message and stuffed his phone into his pocket, took off his black baseball cap, and leaned over the table.

The lively movement in my ear is completely different from the previous feeling.

Different schools, different classes, different people.

Even different cities, different climates, different temperatures.

Even when I was sleeping, I felt that the legs of the bench were shorter than those of the previous school.

Han Shen's long legs were uncomfortably bent, and Mengli frowned slightly.

Until I was woken up by the class bell.

A girl with ponytails was handing out test papers on the podium, reciting names one by one, people running up and down, suddenly there was a commotion.

"Damn, as expected of Brother Chen, 142? I'm so lucky to see you!"

"142? Are you kidding me?"

The surrounding people swarmed up, pushing the thin paper against the air and tearing it back and forth.

142 is considered a high score, but is it necessary to praise it so much in Science Class 1 of the attached middle school?

Han Shen felt drowsy in his mind, lifted the silver hair on his forehead, and the paper fluttered down to his eyes.

The title is written in two bold letters.

- language.

That's all right, sir.

Ye Ying, a Chinese teacher, was speaking on the podium: "The first weekly exam in the new semester, some people took more than a month of summer vacation, and they forgot all the basic knowledge! How should you write if you don't think about it? I don’t recognize Tuan? What about you, Xiang Heng, still laughing?”

A boy against the wall suddenly fell silent.

Ye Ying continued to sneer: "The lowest score is 106, I won't say who it is, he knows it himself. Right, Li Fei?"

The other boy uttered an aggrieved groan.

The whole class burst into laughter.

"In this paper, all the questions are very basic, and there is no difficulty, except for the appreciation and reading of ancient poems later. But this time there is also a full-score composition, so learn from others."

The eyes of the whole class turned to this side.

Han Shen scratched his hair with one hand, heaved a sigh of relief when he realized his gaze, and slowly looked at the deskmate who was doing homework at the desk.

The boy put another test paper under the paper, obviously not interested in listening to it, he leaned his body slightly while writing his homework, his brows and eyes were lazy, the tip of the pen slid across the draft paper, secretly doing other homework.

I.

day.

Chen Chen raised his head in his gaze: "Why, do you want to see it?"

Han Shen: "..."

No, I don't want to.

Before he refused to export, the test paper was already placed on the table.

A bright red 60.

The scroll is as neat as a compilation, and it is obviously an argumentative essay, but it is written in parallel, rhyming and majestic.

The table was suddenly slapped with a "bang!", and the smiling boy in the front row shouted like selling dog skin plaster: "Ahem, cough, you are lucky, this classmate!"

Han Shen: "...?"

"The one sitting next to you is Chen Chen who has the reputation of 'the king of lyrical essays in the attached middle school', 'the sage in white clothes', 'the chaotic man in the sea of ​​learning', and 'the perfect composition of walking'!"

Han Shen: "...!"

I fuck-