Do you have a scholarly tyranny?

March, the return of spring to the earth, is a good time for reading.On the campus of Yuanxing High School, on both sides of the main road, the fruits of camphor trees that had not fallen last year fell and spread all over the floor. The new teachers and students returning to school could not avoid it. When they stepped on it, the soles of their feet seemed to be bursting with joy.

At the end of the lunch break, when the preparatory bell rang, the few who were still laughing and joking on the road ran away. One of them, Qiao Yuenan, had a shiny forehead and a shocking head. At first glance, it looked like a circle of obsidian arching a large black pearl.

Because his head was so big, he was called "big head" a lot. Gradually, no one called him by his real name.

The big head ran for a while, then turned around and saw the boy who fell behind—hid his hands in his trouser pockets, walking without any acceleration, stepping on camphor fruit while walking, one foot at a time.

The big head said inexplicably: "Brother Hu, hurry up! You're going to be late!"

Xi Hu replied: "There is no class again."

There is an interval of 10 minutes between the preparatory bell for the first class in the afternoon and the class bell. The utilization of this period of time varies depending on who the teacher is.

For example, in today's class, Wang Qingping, the head teacher of their class, one of the famous "Black Wind Shuangsha", has a complexion as dark as an "iron corpse", loves to roll his eyes, and is very like Mei Chaofeng. These 10 minutes inform something important.He didn't say it a second time, the sports meeting was signed up, the parents' meeting was notified, and anyone who missed his announcement would be doomed.

The big head was not half as courageous as his head, so he ran far away.

Xi Hu walked slowly for a while, and when he reached the bulletin board, he saw Tian Tian posting something, like a poster.He patted the girl on the right shoulder, and while the person was looking back, his figure flashed, and when the girl reacted, he was already standing in front of the person with a smile on his face.

"Xiao Tiantian, your hair has grown a lot, and you stayed for a summer vacation? It's a good thing I'm fast, or I'd be slapped in the face by you."

"Going aside, I didn't see that I was busy with business."

"Isn't it more important to go to class? The bell is ringing."

Xi Hu squinted at her, "It's strange that a good student is late like me."

Tian Tian was busy putting up posters, bit the tape on his hand to his mouth, pulled it, spit out the tape crumbs with a bah, and then paid attention to him.

"Oh, that disappoints you, we have our first gym class this afternoon."

Xi Hu: "..."

Tian Tian handed Xi Hu a few sheets of student work plans that were bound together, and finished pasting the last piece of tape on the poster with the other hand: "Just now, the big head ran so hard that I didn't even hear me yelling, help me get this he."

Tian Tian is the president of this year's student union, and most of them are the vice presidents.

This pair of childhood sweethearts is also a couple at the same time, the degree of love is almost blinding everyone's eyes.

Xi Hu looked on coldly. At first, he couldn't understand at all that the student union could tolerate these two being engaged in student work and dating at the same time.

But later he understood a little bit: the student union is probably following the trend of the president, and the president can tolerate the vice president, so naturally the entire student union can also tolerate domestic sales.

It's just that the price is that the alternative aesthetics have poisoned everyone's eyes - this poster is a living example.

The large characters "The Ninth Campus Singer Contest" on the poster were colorful and eye-catching, accounting for almost half of the page.Getting closer, there is a large slogan under the title, and there is a large paragraph of small words in the lower right corner, listing the registration requirements and methods, and the last sentence "waiting for you!" masterpiece.

Xi Hu smiled while watching: "Will anyone really participate?"

A certain madman kicked him: "Why not? I guarantee that there will be someone you know by then."

"How can anyone I know participate in this kind of activity?"

Xi Hu doesn't believe it, but a penalty shootout is still possible.

Tian Tian kicked him again: "I'm still the organizer!"

"Oh, who am I? Where am I?"

Xi Hu pretended to be exaggeratedly jumping his feet, and when he put his feet down, his eyes became blank on purpose, showing a blank expression of amnesia.

"Sister, who are you? Do I know you?"

Tian Tian saw him pretending to be stupid and wanted to be beaten, and scolded him to go to class. The "amnesiac person" had to put his hands in his pockets again and say goodbye.

When I walked into the classroom and took out my watch, I saw that the class had been in for 5 minutes.

Wang Qingping on the podium turned his eyes away, and when he saw him, he rolled his eyes up again, and continued to lecture without stopping.

The students then found Xi Hu standing at the door.

Several of them showed sympathy: buddy, due to Lao Wang's obscenity and prestige, there is nothing I can do to help.

Seeing that Wang Qingping took the lead in ignoring it, the students could only show with actions, what does it mean to have more than enough heart but not enough energy——

For a moment, except for the shaking head at the door, everyone else turned their faces towards the podium in unison, pretending to be listening.

Xi Hu looked around, and found that the seating pattern at the beginning of school last week was completely new: he was supposed to be sitting in the corner of the last row, but now there was someone else in that seat, his highly recognizable table full of graffiti The chair was gone.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.

"report!"

"Why don't you hurry in if you're late?"

"Report teacher! I didn't see my seat!"

"Your seat is there."

Wang Qingping pointed to him, and Xi Hu looked in that direction: In the middle of the first row of the classroom, which was disliked by everyone and ignored by dogs, only the teacher loved him, sat a straight and slender boy.

Xi Hu was startled, and then turned his head to look—isn't the blocked table next to him his?

No wonder he couldn't find it after searching for a long time. Who would have thought that he would be moved to the first row?

"Where's the embroidery? Go back to your seat and sit down!"

Wang Qingping let out a sound of impatience, and some girls were taken aback. Xi Hu, like a normal person, walked slowly to the podium, faced Wang Qingping's gaze, walked to the only empty seat under the podium, and sat down.

He quickly accepted the fact that he was changed to a new seat, and felt that Wang Qingping was still paying attention to him with love. Xi Hu had no choice but to dig out the textbooks, pens and papers from the drawer. Should change.

Bored, he began to look at his new tablemate.

This tablemate is neither new nor new, neither old nor old.In junior high school, the two sat at the front and back desks for three years, and they didn't seem to have spoken a few words-Tan Siming was a top student, and Xi Hu had suffered from secondary school illness before, so he looked down on such people very much.

Gao Yixihu and Tan Siming are not in the same class, but in the same class as Datou Tiantian - Tian Tian is the number one academic god in ten thousand years, and Datou is a fake academic bully who follows the academic god.

As a Xuemo, Xi Hu has been with the young couple for a long time, and his resistance to Xueba, a special creature, no longer exists.

It was replaced by Xuemo's willful neglect.To put it more simply, in fact, it's none of his business.

It wasn't until the last semester that Xi Hu and Tan Siming got together again in the second year of high school when they were divided into arts and sciences. At that time, Xi Hu felt that this was a bit of a fucking coincidence. Is it so casual for God to arrange reunions for people?

He also deliberately ignored people.

Tan Siming sat upright when he listened engrossed, while Xi Hu was frowning.

Times have changed, and subjectively, his mentality is at least more upright than before, but objectively, being assigned to such a treasured place of feng shui is really terrible: in the future, no matter how you don’t care about the scores after the exams, the comparison between three-digits and two-digits will definitely look good not going anywhere...

Thinking about it again, if there is a parent meeting, the old scene reappears, and the parents of other people's children are sitting next to them, Xi Junfeng really has to beat him to death...

The more and more he thought about it, his brain was out of control, and he immediately took a post-it note, brushed a few strokes, and passed the note back.

The big head took the note, his handwriting penetrated the back of the paper, and together with the symbols on it, expressed the accusation that the person concerned had no time to explain: [? ! ]

After a while, Xi Hu received the note back. Below his own question mark and exclamation mark, it briefly read: [Lao Wang asked the whole class to change seats voluntarily, and Tan Siming is on the order, so I will move the table for you... ...]

What should not have happened happened, and none of what should have happened happened.

Therefore, Datou innocently added: [Brother Hu, it’s not that I don’t want to sit with you, it’s just that there’s nothing around you, and when you meet a teacher, you’ll be called at one point! ]

Xi Hu: "..."

Xi Hu: "Fuck!"

Xi Hu shook his head back violently, and when he was about to shoot angry light at the big head with his eyes, unfortunately, Wang Qingping found out. The blackboard eraser in Wang Qingping's hand shook, and he said loudly: "Xi Hu! Answer the question!"

Xi Hu quickly turned his head back and stood up: "What?"

Wang Qingping sprinted for a while, and when he came over, he almost stuffed the homework booklet under his nose.

"How was the article "Red Cliff Fu" written?"

Wang Qingping is a man with many faults and thieves. Among them, what makes him stand out among all the wonderful teachers and win the title of scourge of martial arts is that he likes to talk about homework during the holidays. .

After playing like crazy for a summer vacation, Xi Hu has long forgotten the content of "Red Cliff Fu" in the first year of high school.

He didn't understand Wang Qingping's question at all.

Tan Siming obviously noticed this too, and risked being discovered by Wang Qingping, he reminded him from the side: "I'm asking about the structure of the article."

Xi Hu didn't hear it.

He asked again: "Teacher, I didn't hear clearly."

"How was the article "Red Cliff Fu" written?" Wang Qingping was calm this time, probably too angry.

Xi Hu thought for a while, and replied, "Scribbled."

Tan Siming: "..."

Wang Qingping: "..."

The whole class: "..."

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Hope to finish this year 2333

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