Do not provoke

The round face is the English teacher in their class, he is strict and rigid and refuses to be flexible.

There was once a class test, listening translation essays were called randomly, and those who turned more than three sentences wrong were directly dragged into the office to perform a sitcom. It was like playing a monkey show in front of all the teachers. God is not ashamed to go to the office to ask questions.

Although Tang Xingbei didn't mind being in the limelight, he firmly didn't want to be a monkey.

He took out the materials that had been dusted for two months in the table hole, and looked up at the schedule blankly... Great, the first period is English class.

"Good morning everyone." The round face stepped into the classroom with a stack of materials and stepped on high heels.

The noise of reciting books in the room slowly stopped, and he lowered his head nervously and hid behind the bookend: "Goodmorning teacher——"

The round face nodded, looked around, paused in the last row, frowned, and moved away: "It seems that everyone is well prepared? Then let's not talk much, let's start the test first."

She seemed to name it randomly: "Tang Xingbei, come up and write."

The class was silent for a second, and then the frying pan started immediately, and the discussion was buzzing.

He Miao was so startled that his mouth opened into an O, and with his hands on the table, he turned his head to look at him comically like a rattle.

The round face raised his eyebrows sternly: "What's the matter, someone else wants to come up instead of him?!"

The sound quickly disappeared.

Tang Xingbei turned back with one hand on He Miao's head, rubbed his sore eyes, got up and pushed the table away, and walked towards the podium.

It was the monitor who raised his hand in embarrassment and said, "But Teacher Yuan, Tang Xingbei just came to class today..."

"What's the matter when you just came here?" The round face glanced at him indifferently, "You're not a student when you first came here? So you don't need to check your studies?"

Tang Xingbei had already reached the podium, clicked a piece of chalk, and turned around impatiently to interrupt their chat: "Let's get started."

The round face hummed reluctantly, pushed the glasses: "let's begin."

There was a sound of paper being drawn out and a pen being pressed underneath.

"These people don't like to be underestimated. This situation has led to the fact that most of them only maintain a superficial self-confidence..."

"...Therefore, a certain degree of internal cultivation is very important."

After the round face finished reading the Chinese selection, he put down the materials, raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "10 minutes, more than three sentence patterns wrong to go to the office scene interpretation."

There was wailing from under the podium.

The round face stared and slapped the podium: "Howling! Hurry up and write!"

When everyone was honest, she put down the textbooks with satisfaction, went down to check around a few times, and then returned to the podium, looking at the time: "There are still 5 minutes——

No one is allowed to look up, you know the one on the podium!I missed two months of classes, and my study progress has already fallen to my grandma's house!No matter how good the brain is... If anyone dares to copy his mistakes, I will let him know what death is like the wind. "

She looked around with satisfaction at the drooping black heads before turning around and continuing to walk down.

In the next second, Tang Xingbei had already put down the chalk, turned around and stepped off the podium before her.

The round face froze for a moment, and quickly turned to look at the blackboard in surprise.

Not only her, everyone in the audience looked up in shock when they heard the movement, but before they had time to take a look, they shrank back in fright with a roar from the round face: "What are you looking at! Write your own!"

After scolding, the round face carefully looked at the large section of translation on the blackboard.

Tang Xingbei's handwriting was very scribbled, as if he was a purebred scum who just randomly filled in the test papers when he was handed out, which matched his deceitful and deceptive face very well.

However, this person is an out-and-out academic bully.

Since entering high school, the word Tang Xingbei has firmly occupied the top of the ranking list. It has not moved a step in two years, and the photo on the honor roll has even been hung since two years ago.

So much so that later, every time the rankings were pasted for the mid-term and mid-term exams, his column was left untouched, and the photos turned a little yellowish in the wind and sun, and the face on it was still green and immature.

After realizing that his sanity had gone far, his round face quickly recovered, and he pushed his glasses dissatisfied.

One of them was right.

She frowned and couldn't help but glance at the person in the last row.

Tang Xingbei had already laid down on the table, probably because he was exhausted from the crazy memory before, and he was about to start to catch up on sleep.

It's simply not a normal type of academic bully.

However, the round face has always hated this kind of person who relies purely on talent to make a living. No matter how he looks at him, he is not pleasing to the eye, so he slammed the table and lifted him out in a rage: "Why sleep in class! Tang Xingbei, come out!"

The young man was called out suddenly, he frowned and sat upright, his shoulders were thin and straight, and his voice was a little hoarse: "When you are not imparting effective knowledge, I think I have the right to deal with my free time."

The class began to whisper to each other again, and some people took advantage of the chaos to glance at the podium, and then quickly lowered their heads and wrote wildly.

The round face had never seen such a weird argument before. He was choked dumb and slapped the podium table in embarrassment.

Tang Xingbei frowned, and cursed in a low voice.

"Brother Bei, don't mess with her." He Miao secretly covered her face with a piece of paper and turned her head away, covering her mouth with one hand, "According to gossip, her son with a round face is preparing for the high school entrance examination these days, and he has a bad temper recently. exploded."

"What are you muttering about there, He Miao! Want to go out and get lost together!"

He Miao quickly shrank back.

The class was also so cowardly that it could be heard.

Tang Xingbei didn't want to cause trouble either, he hurriedly pressed his temples that were swollen due to forced memory, pulled away the chair he had not sat on for 2 minutes, got up and walked towards the door.

"Wait." The round face gave him a disgusted look, took out a textbook from the drawer and threw it to him, "I posted it the day before yesterday, stand at the door and read it yourself! If you dare to sleep in class, you might as well just stay out of class!"

The textbook drew an arc in front of his face, Tang Xingbei easily raised his hand to catch it, opened it, looked at it, and frowned: "Thank you, teacher."

"Go out, go out," Round Face pushed his glasses impatiently, "I get angry when I see you."

Standing in front of a group of people, Tang Xingbei didn't care, turned around and was about to go out.

Before reaching the threshold, a shadow suddenly fell in front of him.

He froze for a moment, stopped quickly, and raised his head.

The person who came was about the same age as me, taller than me, with short black hair, no school uniform, loose black T-shirt with white line graffiti, and cold white skin.

He seemed to glance at himself, and then looked away indifferently.

In just that moment, Tang Xingbei noticed his eyes, the eyelids were heavy and cold, and the upward curve was shallow and sharp.

The eyes of the two met for a moment, then retracted at the same time, and passed by.

There seems to be a faint fragrance of mint in a flash.

Tang Xingbei stopped for a moment, leaned against the wall outside the door, and turned his face slightly inadvertently.

He heard the person behind him knock on the door, and said in a cold and indifferent voice: "Hello, teacher, I'm looking for Tang Xingbei."

When he arrived at the office and saw Tang Feng smiling and chatting with Lao Zhang, Tang Xingbei still couldn't react.

He frowned and blinked slowly.

Seeing the two of them coming in, Tang Feng suddenly smiled, stood up quickly, and beckoned: "Come here, Xiaobei."

Tang Xingbei paused: "Dad, why did you come to school?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but after he finished saying this, the young man next to him seemed to glance in this direction.

With a habitual flattering smile on Tang Feng's face, he stretched out his hand to pull Fang Linlai, and patted him on the shoulder: "I called you this morning but you didn't answer—come, let me introduce you, this is me My friend's son has just completed the transfer procedures, and he will transfer to live with you and go to school with you from now on."

Tang Xingbei turned his face, and the two looked at each other again, one was stunned, the other was indifferent, but neither of them was willing to speak first.

The atmosphere was a little delicate for a while.

Tang Feng was aware of his son's unrestrained virtues, and was afraid that he would get angry on the spot, so he quickly smoothed things over with a smile: "Fang Lin was born in October, and is three months younger than you, just treat him as your younger brother."

When Tang Xingbei came back to his senses, a sneer was already on his lips. If it wasn't for the presence of Lao Zhang and a group of teachers, the harsh words would have been blurted out.

He held back, looked away from Fang Lin's face, and bent his eyes: "So, that's why you came today?"

Tang Feng was taken aback, smiled gently, and straightened his collar: "I just asked Mr. Zhang, and he said that you recently..."

"Did you just skip class for two months?" Tang Xingbei's smile became sweeter and sweeter.

As dull as Lao Zhang, he even sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and quickly said: "Well, Xiaobei, you can take the freshmen back to the class first, and I will talk to your father again."

Tang Xingbei twitched the corners of his lips, slowly withdrew his smile, and gave him a cold look.

Old Zhang was a little nervous being stared at by him, but he still arranged it with sweat profusely: "Well... there are not many vacancies in our class right now, so you two should feel wronged and squeeze for a while, and move a table after the big class break."

The smile on Tang Xingbei's face had faded completely, and he didn't make a sound. He glanced at Tang Feng for the last time, turned around and left.

When the door closed with a "bang", Tang Feng came back to his senses, quickly withdrew his embarrassing expression, and smiled peacefully: "Xiao Lin, you can go with him too."

Fang Lin still looked indifferent, nodded and went out.

At this moment, Lao Zhang finally got a general idea. He turned around and looked at Tang Feng inexplicably: "Mr. Tang, I would like to ask, do you know that Xiaobei has missed classes for more than two months?"

"I know." Tang Feng lowered his head and straightened his suit absently, "I told you before that it was because of his mother..."

Lao Zhang interrupted him in a complicated tone: "Mr. Tang, children of Xiaobei's age are the most sensitive. I advise you to pay more attention to his mental health and not affect his life and study."

Tang Feng frowned: "His grades have slipped?"

Lao Zhang said dumbly: "...That's not true."

"That's enough." Tang Feng deliberately raised his wrist to look at his eyes, stood up in embarrassment, and smiled, "Oh, Mr. Zhang, look, I'm going to attend a meeting later..."

Lao Zhang had no choice but to get up and send him off: "You go to that line first, and I will arrange Fang Lin's affairs, so you don't have to worry."

"Okay, okay, Xiaobei and the others are in your hands, I don't worry." Tang Feng went downhill, smiled and pointed to the door, "Then you go to class first, and I'll leave first?"

"Okay, bye bye."

……

When the people went out, the teacher behind raised his head from a pile of textbooks, picked up his cup as if watching a play, and took a sip of tea: "Hey, this dad has a big heart."

Lao Zhang sighed helplessly, shook his head, turned and went out the door.