wool comes from wolves

It's another day, and it's an ordinary day.It's still the same routine, getting up early, having breakfast, reading early, attending classes, taking exams, reviewing...

This group of senior high school students has been squeezed out of their popularity under the high-intensity and highly mechanized training mode.

When the third class was about to end in the morning, most of the students' minds were already in a mess. The head teacher, Lao Wu, was still standing on the podium in good spirits, tirelessly talking about the physics problem that most students couldn't understand.

"This question, do you understand how to do it?" Lao Wu took the water cup that had been soaked in chalk foam on the podium, took a sip, moistened his throat, and asked.

"No...understand...clear!" Quite a few students shouted at Old Wu with their half-dead voices.Looking at the pair of confused eyes behind the group of highly myopic glasses, Old Wu was deeply moved. He put down the cup in his hand and knocked on the table.

"Come on, Yuan Xin, come up and do this problem for everyone. The process should be as complete as possible, and the steps should not be skipped. Most people in our class still have some difficulties with this problem!" Old Wu took out a brand new chalk box. The chalk was handed out.

"..." Yuan Xin who was sitting below did not move.

"..."

Ten seconds passed, and all the students' eyes almost turned to Yuan Xin, with whispers and various strange eyes.

Old Wu was even more worried. Yuan Xin was his favorite student, a genius-level figure that he had rarely met in all these years of teaching.This child has to watch carefully, and there must be no mistakes, otherwise, he will be guilty of a great sin. He is sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry, society, Yuan Xin, and his parents...

"Yuan Xin, what's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?" Old Wu lowered his voice, trying his best to make his expression amiable.

"..." Yuan Xin finally raised his head, his cold eyes skipped over the head of Mao Xiaochuan beside him, and then turned his gaze to Old Wu, his lips parted slightly, "It's all right!"

"Oh, as long as it's okay! Come on, you can calculate this problem for everyone..." The piece of chalk in Old Wu's hand still did not put down.

"Sorry, I won't!" Yuan Xin said these words in his unusually calm voice.

"..." The classroom became almost dead silent for an instant, and even Old Wu was stunned!What happened to Yuan Xin during the few days that he didn't know about?According to Lao Wu's memory, this was the only time in Yuan Xin's more than two years of high school career that he said he couldn't.Old Wu couldn't believe his ears and eyes.

His eyes looked at Yuan Xin, and he also looked at Mao Xiaochuan beside Yuan Xin.

Yuan Xin's expression was very normal, nothing unusual could be seen at all, but it was Mao Xiaochuan who was abnormal.Mao Xiaochuan lowered his head, propped one elbow on the table, palmed his forehead into a fist, and held a pen in one hand. He was currently biting the barrel of the pen with his head down.

In fact, he and Yuan Xin have been in a cold war for two days.

There was never a fight between the two, let alone a fight.They will still sit together in class, and the only thing that is missing is communication.

Yuan Xin has always been a man of few words, if he doesn't speak, Mao Xiaochuan definitely doesn't want to speak.So, the relationship between the two of them was so cold and stiff.

When Mao Xiaochuan saw Yuan Xin, he could always think of what Yuan Xin did to him that night. He felt that his dignity was insulted... It seems that since that night, Mao Xiaochuan could always feel that Yuan Xin could shoot at him at any time. The sight on his face and body... scorched himself like poisonous gas.

Whether it's listening to lectures, self-study, doing problems, going to the toilet after class, or even doing exercises between classes... He can feel Yuan Xin's feelings from the left, right and back all the time. Sight.

This made Mao Xiaochuan very scared. He also knew that what he said that night was too serious. He wanted to apologize to Yuan Xin first, but he wanted to ask Yuan Xin how he got home that night many times.However, whenever he met Yuan Xin's eyes intentionally or unintentionally, he would shudder inexplicably.

"Student Yuan Xin, did something happen at home?" Old Wu, who was still worried, continued to ask.

"..." Yuan Xin was silent for a few seconds before raising his head and saying, "It's just a private matter!"

"..." The whole classroom fell silent, lest I accidentally miss the information that shouldn't be missed.It's a private matter, it's a private matter that Yuan Xin and Yuan Xueba personally admitted!These two words really improved the attention, imagination and imagination of the whole class.I just don't know who is the protagonist of his private affairs?

"... Gululu...!" Suddenly, the pen rolled on the smooth wooden table.At this moment, it suddenly attracted the attention of Old Wu and all the classmates.Their sights 'swish' to the source of the sound... Mao Xiaochuan.

Mao Xiaochuan's face was as ugly as he wanted, and he hurriedly reached for the pen that was about to roll to the ground!

However, suddenly a slender hand flashed in front of him, Mao Xiaochuan took a step ahead, and lightly caught the pen that was about to die in love with the earth, and then, the hand holding the pen stretched out in front of him.

"..." Mao Xiaochuan's eyes blurred, he stared at the hand holding the pen in a daze.

"Here you are!" Yuan Xin's deep and unique voice reached Mao Xiaochuan's ears.

Mao Xiaochuan seemed to wake up suddenly, and hurriedly reached out to catch the pen, lowered his head, and whispered, "Thank you!"

Yuan Xin withdrew his hand, his expression was calm, his eyes were long and thought-provoking.

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"Ding... dong... ding... dong..." When the class bell rang, Lao Wu finally breathed a sigh of relief. He began to pack his books without raising his head, and ordered, "Students, think carefully about what this question should be when class is over." How to do it, I will discuss it with other teachers when I go back, and I will give you a clear and easy-to-understand solution in class in the afternoon..."

"Yes..." "Old Wu, walk slowly..." All kinds of ridiculous words were uttered by this group of senior high school students, with some unique meanings.

Old Wu cleaned up the things on the table, took the water glass mixed with chalk foam, raised his head, and finished it in one gulp. After drinking, he still licked his lips, and looked up at the group of people sitting below with the expression of dead fish. student, after scanning around in a targeted manner, he said, "Student Yuan Xin, come to my office!"

Yuan Xin raised his head, glanced at Old Wu, "Okay!"

Old Wu nodded at him, got off the podium with the book in one arm, and the cup in the other. When the door was about to open, he suddenly thought of something, stopped in his tracks, and turned his head to look at the standing man next to Yuan Xin. The book that got up blocked the whole face, only Mao Xiaochuan was left with a fluffy head, "Mao Xiaochuan, you come too!"

"..." Mao Xiaochuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes were dazed, his mouth was open, the corners of his mouth reached the position of his cheeks, and at some point he wiped a few strokes of pure blue pen water... he looked like he had just returned from a fugue on some planet stupid.

"Yes, it's you, you didn't have auditory hallucinations!" Old Wu wanted to be angry and laugh, and after a few words in a low voice, he turned around, pushed open the door of the classroom, and strode out.

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In Lao Wu's office, besides Lao Wu, Yuan Xin, and Mao Xiaochuan, there is another English teacher, Xu Li.Xu Li was lowering her head at the moment, trying her best to correct the real English exam questions for the college entrance examination that she had just handed in yesterday.

Lao Wu threw the book aside, took out a paper cup from the cupboard, poured a glass of water, walked to the two of them, but turned to look at Mao Xiaochuan first, "Mao Xiaochuan, are you not thirsty?"

"Huh? Uh... not thirsty!" Mao Xiaochuan responded hastily, shaking his head violently.

"Yeah!" Lao Wu nodded, looking like 'I knew you were not thirsty'.Instead, he handed the paper cup in his hand to Yuan Xin, "Come on, classmate Yuan Xin, the teacher doesn't have any good tea here, just drink some plain water!"

"Thank you teacher!" Yuan Xin was polite and polite with a bit of blunt alienation. He took the paper cup and held it in his hand, but he didn't drink it, he just held it.

"What's going on?" Old Wu cut straight to the point, "Isn't the shoulder injury healed last time? Why have you been so out of shape these two days?"

Mao Xiaochuan couldn't help but move his shoulders!

"No!" Yuan Xin glanced at Mao Xiaochuan indistinctly, and replied simply, "It has nothing to do with the shoulder matter, it's just my own private matter, let the teacher worry about it!"

"Hey..." Old Wu sighed heavily. For a student like Yuan Xin who seldom seeks help from his teacher, since he has mentioned a private matter, it proves that the private matter is actually not small, at least it has an impact. It's time for him to study and live normally.

"Can you tell the teacher what the private matter is? Although the teacher can't guarantee that he can help you solve it, he will definitely enlighten you and keep it a secret for you!" Old Wu asked reassuringly, even with a tone of discussion.

"Sorry!" Yuan Xin spat out these two words, but he really didn't look like an apology.

"That's all, if you don't want to talk about it, the teacher won't ask! Yuan Xin, you are the best one among the many graduates I have taught. The teacher is also full of confidence in your future and future. Don't let the teacher down!" Old Wu waved helplessly, "Go back first!"

"Okay, thank you teacher!" Yuan Xin nodded at him, turned his head and cast a sharp glance at Mao Xiaochuan before turning around and walking towards the office door.

How many seconds does it take for a door to open and close again? How long does it take for a person to walk in and then leave? How long does it take for an idea to pop in and out of your head?

Mao Xiaochuan doesn't know what kind of functional relationship this is, he only knows that the private matter that Yuan Xin said seems to be related to him...

After Yuan Xin left, Old Wu's attitude changed slightly, his speech became more transparent, and he himself felt a little more comfortable, "Mao Xiaochuan, what's going on?"

"Ah?" Mao Xiaochuan raised his head and looked at Old Wu tremblingly.

"Ah, what? I'm asking you, or are you asking me?" Old Wu stared at Mao Xiaochuan's little tabby face, holding back a smile in his heart, wondering how could there be such a boring student?However, if you want to laugh, you want to laugh, but he still pretends to be quite strict on his face.

Xu Li, who had been busy correcting her homework, finally raised her head from the test paper, glanced at Mao Xiaochuan's face, couldn't help laughing, and interjected, "Mao Xiaochuan, what's wrong with you again? Yo, what's wrong with your face?"

Mao Xiaochuan secretly glanced at Xu Li with a sad face, touched his face, then turned his head to look at Old Wu, and replied honestly, "You asked me..."

"I didn't mess with... Yuan Xin!" Mao Xiaochuan said to Xu Li.

While Lao Wu was chatting with Yuan Xin, although Xu Li was busy correcting papers, her hearing was completely online, and the work of correcting papers did not affect her listening to gossip at all.To be honest, she really became very interested in Yuan Xin's neither humble nor overbearing "private matter".

Could it be that this genius in the eyes of all the teachers and students in the school... is in love with him?Have a puppy love?Damn, who is he in love with?Xu Li quickly went through the more prominent girls in this grade in her mind.

Old Wu glared at him, "You want to provoke me!"

"..." Mao Xiaochuan pouted aggrievedly, and fell silent.

Lao Wu took a desk calendar from his desk, looked it over a few times, took a pencil and drew a check mark on a certain date, and then handed the desk calendar to Mao Xiaochuan, "Say it yourself, next month will , what day is this?"

Mao Xiaochuan glanced down and said sullenly, "It's not my birthday!"

"..." Old Wu was so angry that he wanted to spit out the gastric juice that he had been hungry all morning.

"Pfft..." Xu Li almost laughed and fell under the table.

"Stupid..." Old Wu angrily reached out and pinched Mao Xiaochuan's ear, "This is the day of the second round of monthly exams, what do you think you are thinking all day?"

"..." Mao Xiaochuan lowered his curly hair in shame.

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"Mao Xiaochuan, you don't know why I let Yuan Xin sit at the same table with you, do you?"

"A student with such good grades is with you, you should learn more from him, instead of being distracted in class and wandering after class..."

"I said earlier that your future has been clearly and clearly divided into three, six or nine classes by your own hands. Which class do you think you want to be?"

"If you don't work hard, many years later, when your classmates reunite, what grades do you get to meet your old high school deskmate? Ah? How do you say you will meet?"

"..."

How can Mao Xiaochuan not understand these principles.However, a few days ago, he was so self-conscious that he got into trouble with Yuan Xin. Where did he get his confidence?

"You are not young anymore, most of you are adults, and you must have your own ideas about the future!" Old Wu sighed deeply, picked up the glass of water that Yuan Xin was going to drink, and took a sip, "This way Well, you go back first, think about what the teacher said, and you should know better than anyone else what to do in the future!"

"Well, thank you Old Wu... Teacher!" Mao Xiaochuan slipped his lips, changed his words hastily, and gave Old Wu a frightened look.

Old Wu glared at him, and waved his hands vigorously at him, "Let's go, let's go!"

"En!" Mao Xiaochuan nodded, turned around and left the office obediently, he walked out in a trance, his mind was still echoing the voice of Old Wu who hated iron for being weak and earnest.

Looking at Mao Xiaochuan's slender figure, Lao Wu sighed again, took another sip of water from the paper cup, stuck out his tongue and smashed the taste of the water, and suddenly spit it back into the paper cup, muttering, " What kind of broken water is this? Not enough taste, really not enough taste!"

"Heh..." Xu Li looked up at Old Wu, couldn't help laughing, "Soak a piece of chalk in that cup for a while, it's enough!"

"How can it be?" Old Wu Yang smiled embarrassedly, "A little chalk dust is enough!"

"What is your hobby? Pica?" Xu Li rolled her eyes and muttered.

"Hehehe..." Old Wu smiled without making a sound.

Xu Li sighed, picked up the test paper that had just been graded on the desktop, left the office, and walked into the classroom.

The author has something to say: The temperature is cooling down, a prelude to an impending snowstorm!Little angels, take care of the cold and keep warm!