Do you have a scholarly tyranny?

Xi Hu hadn't figured out how long that idiot in the big head had been feeling inferior, and he himself was a little overwhelmed. He had to stop lamenting about other people's lives, and began to worry about his own future——

After the mid-term exam, the parent meeting is coming.

"In order to strengthen the communication between teachers and parents, and let parents fully understand their children's learning and living conditions at school...you can go back and show it to your family, and I won't read it."

During the once-a-week class meeting, Wang Qingping handed out a parent meeting notice note to each group on the podium, and everyone sighed.

This is one of the biggest features of the liberal arts class - there are too many girls.I remember when I was in Comprehensive Class [-] in the first year of high school, when I heard that there was going to be a parent-teacher meeting, the classroom was like a world turned upside down.

"Teacher, my dad works in the provincial capital, so he may not be free. Can you ask him for leave?" Xi Hu raised his hand full of hope, looked at Wang Qingping full of hope, and waited for an answer full of hope.

Wang Qingping knew what was going on in his family. Xi Hu's father was a busy man, and he heard that he would not come back to see his son for a month in half a year.

"No, next semester will be the third year of high school, and every parent must be present, without exception."

The seats were full of youthful faces with upward faces, Wang Qingping glanced around one by one, "If the family members tell you that you are not free, you can take my words to them—"

"There is such a parent-teacher meeting in one semester. It's not our teacher begging you to attend, it's your own child studying here. No matter how busy you are, you have to decide which is more important. The President of #家主# should ask for a leave of absence. "

What he said was very serious, and no one in the class dared to answer it for a while.

"Also, to warn some people, don't do it if you find someone to take part in this kind of thing on behalf of your parents." Wang Qingping gave Xi Hu another cold look, "You are such a big person, some things don't depend on You can get away with it by evading it."

Xi Hu: "..."

How did Wang Qingping figure out what he was thinking!

He was planning to discuss it with the part-time worker's aunt, so as to avoid possible father-son battles in the future.

Tan Siming felt his restlessness and handed him a note.

It's nothing to be passed a note, but Xi Hu was flattered to be passed a note by Tan Siming, a top student who never made small moves in self-study.His eyes lit up, and he unfolded the note, which read:

[Are you afraid of your father? ]

The guess is accurate, and Xi Hu feels aggrieved—of course he is afraid, half of his beating and escape skills are learned from Xi Junfeng. Thinking about the fear of being dominated by a knife and me, he doesn't want it at all. Xi Junfeng is here this time.

Xi Junfeng is concerned that his son is not active, but as long as he participates in the parent meeting and sees his grades, Xi Junfeng will definitely challenge him to a duel.

However, he pretended not to care on the surface and continued to write.

[How can it be. ]

Tan Siming glanced at him and brutally revealed the truth to him.

[But I remember that time when you drank too much in the senior high school entrance examination, and when you couldn't go home, you seemed crazy.Don't you feel the need to explain? ]

Xi Hu: "..."

According to Tan Siming's description on the day of his first confession, the degree of "crazy" is that Xi Hu wants to open someone's head with one hand and pinch his hands with the other. When Xi Hu listened to it, he felt that he was very violent and had no classmates at all. like.

Tan Siming was very skillful in asking questions. He put this matter out so that Xi Hu couldn't refuse to answer, but he really cared about him, so he asked this question.

After this person was with him, his natural black nature became more and more obvious.

Unconsciously, he remembered that after the mid-term exam last week, he and Tan Siming went to the cultural wall to rehearse the accompaniment.

The cultural wall is located on the top floor of the outer stairs of the school auditorium. To put it bluntly, it is actually a wall, but because previous students love to write on it, it is as big as taking the Harvard exam and forgetting to flush the toilet. They will write it on it every other year. Half a year later, the school will repaint it with special compassion so that the next class of students can continue to write. Up to now, this wall has become the students' spiritual sustenance and their campus cultural product.

People usually come to the cultural wall to write a few words when they need to vent. Few people stay on the cultural wall all day long. There is basically no one on the top floor, so Xi Hu hugged the guitar and practiced with Tan Siming during the lunch break.

After practicing for a while, Xi Hu touched the strings with his hands, and seeing Tan Siming's eyes stayed on the cultural wall, he couldn't help asking: "What are you looking at?"

He plays so well, and he cooperates perfectly with others. He doesn't look at such a handsome guy, but Tan Siming looks at a wall with such a serious expression.

Tan Siming probably really knows how to read minds, or maybe he is too obvious, and you can tell at a glance that he is actually enjoying himself because of a wall. This person's eyes are bent when he smiles, which is a nostalgia that people can't take their eyes off Appearance: "I came here in the first year of high school, and I was looking for my own writing."

"Written what?"

Xi Hu immediately became interested, put on the guitar, and went to look for Tan Siming's handwriting.Suddenly realized halfway, with a look of "I knew it", "Is it me who wrote it?"

Tan Siming admitted generously, "Yes."

Being so frank, Xi Hu's heart skipped a beat at the time, and he wanted to grab him, press him against the wall and kiss him fiercely.

But no, the cultural wall is open-air here, Xi Hu is worried, if someone sees what he really did, Tan Siming will be angry, right?

Had to temporarily put away this idea.Xi Hu continued to search, with a smirk: "Let me guess, what did you write about me?"

He likes to call Tan Siming "Mingming", which feels like he is being coquettish to others. He also thinks that people like Tan Siming don't dislike calling him that, because he really cares about him.

"Probably because I like your words."

Tan Siming was watched by him, looking back at him and smiling, very gentle.

Tan Siming's voice was so pleasant, and suddenly he thought of the phrase "like a ring ring" in "Little Rock Lake", and his heart was also happy.

What Tan Siming said was true and unpretentious. After listening to it, he felt that there was more joy than all the love letters he had received before, and he reveled in his body.

Talking about Siming, talking about Siming, thinking about Siming.

Xi Hu immediately realized that he had won.

Tan Siming didn't know his change, and was still looking for it from memory, but he found it after a while and read it to him.

"I lost my mind in the self-study class today, it's very wrong, but I can't help but miss you.

How would you like to feel?

To describe it, it is probably an outing in spring, and spring is embracing me.

I think you should not understand.

Throughout the year, every day is a reading day. When reading in spring, even if you look out of the window, you can feel the ecstasy coming to you. It is comfortable and you will want to go out to find out.

Your birthday is also in spring.

Spring is always continuous, warm as usual, without the hot stimulation of summer, not as rich as autumn, and not as thorough as the harsh winter.

You in junior high school were so comfortable, your footsteps stopped at the very beginning, as if you would not go any further.

I wonder why I am attracted to you, and I always feel sorry for you.

Such a landscape is so lifeless. "

Xi Hu began to listen, only to feel that he was thinking about spring again, fresh and refined, the boy was reciting poems;

Later, the more I listened, the more I could not keep my face down. What Tan Siming wrote was very critical and stream-of-consciousness, and he read it so calmly and calmly. Xi Hu almost had to complete the last two sentences of the "serious and careful" exam slogan for him. up.

"You're better now, but you're still not trying hard enough,"

Tan Siming only read the first half, stopped, and expressed his thoughts, "In the end, your aptitude is not bad, but you can't settle down, and you are too easily disturbed by the outside world. If you are willing, you can definitely learn well, but you have not."

Then there are various analysis examples.

Xi Hu: "..."

OK, he softened.

The author has something to say:

For me, natural black is so difficult to write that I want to cry, I have already expressed it as much as possible...

I don't know if I can make people feel it, alas.