Please don't touch me at the same table, thank you

"This group of people is too much!"

Tian Xiaojuan said angrily, "What's the matter with poor grades? Haven't you rushed up now? And you were also brought out by the god of learning. Isn't it the same for you to go with him?"

"They can say whatever they want." Meng Xi didn't mind much, and comforted her in turn, "There is no need to correct other people's opinions. Don't argue with fools. Is it reasonable for you to compare with him? If he can If you understand this truth, you will not express your opinions at will.”

"Even if you say so..."

Tian Xiaojuan puffed her face, feeling a little unhappy no matter how she thought about it.

She originally just wanted to browse the forum to relieve boredom, but she didn't expect that in one night, the posts discussing speeches under the national flag would be followed up to the [-]th floor.

Are they worthy or not?

To be able to go from the bottom of the grade to the second line of the school, this kind of learning experience is not necessary, darling, that's so awesome, those who don't know about it will think that all of them have a copy.

Meng Xi didn't care, and Song Huai wouldn't stand up for such a trivial matter. Although Tian Xiaojuan knew that they were right, the more this time came, the more she should deal with it coldly, and wait for the matter to recover.

However, the more she thought about it, the angrier she got, so she rolled up her sleeves and fought with idiots on the forum for [-] rounds during the big class break. A large number of accounts stopped.

The controversy went from detonating, igniting and scolding the whole family, to the management of the silence, the speed of burning the fuse was very fast, but neither the teacher nor the parties officially spoke out for the matter, which led to the most violent quarrel, but it was not enough It was a flash in the pan, and soon faded away.

Meng Xi said that he would not read or listen or believe it. In fact, he would sneakily browse posts when he was in the dormitory, and would hammer the table hard when he saw something angry. Silently peeking at the screen.

Song Huai was affected by his emotions, and he was a little distracted when doing everything. He couldn't help but said: "Stop scrolling, have you finished the documentary I asked you to watch last time? I'm going to pump my back later."

Meng Xi was still typing, muttering as he typed, "It's almost time, let me read this post again, the last one is still two episodes away."

After studying the three history books, it is not enough to memorize some years and memorabilia by rote.

Song Huai sorted out some of his weak dynasties and key events, and threw a bunch of videos to him from his favorites. On the one hand, he wanted to understand history deeply, and on the other hand, he could learn more about the history through pictures and sounds while watching. Can repeatedly deepen the memory.

The effect is indeed there, and the boring history is immediately vivid.

However, no matter how vivid the history is, it is also history...

Meng Xi still looked reluctant to part with him, which was completely different from his chic and calm look in the morning.

Song Huai laughed and said, "Didn't you tell Tian Xiaojuan not to care about these? Why are you still so fascinated by watching it..."

"That's different," Meng Xi retorted, "If someone criticizes you, says what you say is useless, and denies your personal value and meaning of existence, won't you be angry?"

Song Huai was silent for a moment, then gave the answer, "Then he might be blind."

Meng Xi: "...be more serious!"

"Why am I not serious?" He smiled briefly for a few seconds, then touched Meng Xi's head, and said casually, "Don't pay too much attention, the only one who can deny you is yourself."

Meng Xi was slightly taken aback, and the next moment, Song Huai's cell phone rang twice.

He glanced at the caller, stepped aside and picked it up.

The chat was interrupted, and Meng Xi flipped through the posts boredly, and found that this group of people came and went just because they thought he was not capable enough to convince the public, but whoever wants to convince the public is just a speech, not the United States President, do you still want to win votes?

He gradually turned the corner, and the world in front of him became much clearer for a while.

On the other end, Song Huai stood on the window sill to answer the phone.

"I won't be going back this week."

He lowered his head, and the toe of his shoe gently straightened a small loose broken brick on the ground, "Next month is the end of the semester, so I don't have time."

Zhao Yulan said dryly, "Yes, studying is the most important thing, and you will waste half a day going back and forth."

After the voice fell, the mother and son were silent on the phone for a long time.

Song Huai was about to hang up the phone, when Zhao Yulan suddenly asked tentatively: "If December doesn't work, what about New Year's Day? Mom has less work these days, so New Year's Day should be able to free up time. I'll make up for your birthday then. What to eat, what will mother do for you, is that okay?"

Song Huai was startled, and subconsciously glanced at the time before realizing that his birthday would be in ten days or so.

New Year……

He glanced at the room subconsciously, and said vaguely: "Let's talk about it later, it depends on the future arrangements."

Zhao Yulan gave a long hum, her tone still sounded a little lost.

"I called your father two days ago."

she says.

Song Huai froze for a moment, and subconsciously squeezed the phone tightly.

Zhao Yulan didn't say how she insisted on Song Zhishen's return to China on the phone, and the two even had a big fight because of this.

She only said a few words, "He took leave with the Academy of Sciences, and he should be able to come back for the New Year this time. If everything goes well, he can return to China earlier."

In fact, it is not that simple. December in China is just the beginning of summer for Antarctica. The ice layer melts, the sea is calm, and everything is alive. It is easier for ships to enter and leave. Much more relaxed.

This is a rare time for Song Zhishen to fully devote himself to science in the past year.

If he returns to China, it means that he will miss this quarter or even a year of inspection.

But who cares, whether he can get leave or not is his business.

Zhao Yulan had a slight look of anticipation, and her son was silent for a long time before humming after a while.

With this hum, the corners of her eyes were moist.

It's like a small potted plant that has been raised for a long time but is still dying. One day when I watered it, I suddenly found a small piece of green on the branch.

A little is enough.

·

By next Monday, everyone will change into autumn and winter school uniforms, with uniform dark blue shirts and bow ties inside, long trousers for boys and short skirts for girls, and leg socks. Those who are afraid of the cold after late autumn wear two layers of sweaters under their shirts, and some wear one under their suit jackets The coat looks nondescript and slightly weird.

The girls in the front row of the two classes next door were still persistently wearing short skirts and coats, shivering slightly from the cold, and were complaining in a low voice, when they suddenly heard a crackling voice from behind, "Eh? Xue Shen, what is it?" You and Chizi came to check? Where's Brother Meng?"

The girls let out a low cry, and turned around quickly. Song Huai was wearing a black thin wool coat, black suit pants tied to the hem of the shirt, and a dark blue twill tie hanging around his neck. The tone was comfortable and uniform.

Others knew it at a glance. Since the god of learning is here, today's speech is basically useless.

"Yeah." Song Huai glanced over, and answered after ordering the boys, "The etiquette teacher has something to tell him, he went to the front to prepare, and I will replace him."

The crowd couldn't help but let out a cry of envy.

"The relationship between you two is so good, it feels like this is no different from brothers."

"Don't talk about your brother. I have a younger brother who is three years younger. He is now in junior high school. I wish I could take off my slippers and whip him for being so mischievous."

"I'm so sour, I also want someone to learn for me."

"What are you so upset about? Brother Meng also passed the exam by himself. I am even more sour about Xueshen's free tutoring, and I will recommend two books."

"Grass, I didn't envy you at first, but when you say that, I feel sour."

After half a semester, everyone has become acquainted with each other a lot.Song Huai and Meng Xi are like conjoined twins, they have never been separated except when they go to the bathroom, this matter is no surprise to everyone, and a few jokes are also ridicule, and they are refreshing.

Song Huai snorted, glanced at them indifferently, and went to the front to count the number of girls.

Seeing him go around in a circle, he just walked to the junction of Class 4 and Class 5. The beautiful class flower in Class 5 couldn't help blushing, and said shyly: "Song——"

Song Huai left quickly.

Beautiful class flower: "??"

This is the end?Although the number of girls is indeed small, you don't have to take a look and leave, right?

Song Jiajia happened to be standing next to the girl, and when she sensed that small cry, she couldn't help turning her head to look at her.

The classmate in the next class was taken aback, "What do you see me doing?"

Some beautiful girls are always hostile to other beautiful girls, not to mention that they are class 4 girls and class 5 girls, there is always a contrast when put together.

So her tone was not as friendly as before.

However, Song Jiajia didn't care, she just looked at the girl sympathetically, then sighed deeply, and turned away melancholy.

Beautiful class flower: "...?"

No, why does she feel... Song Jiajia is pitying her? ? !

Before I had time to think about it, the national anthem gradually sounded, and everyone gradually became quiet, without saying a word under the director's glance.

The tall and straight flag bearer held a brightly colored flag with one hand, and kept stepping forward with standard steps. The soles of the shoes hit the rubber track and made the soles of the feet numb, but the hands remained motionless.

The flag-raiser sent the flag to the highest point stepping on the tune of the national anthem and tied it with a knot. Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Generally speaking, the speeches that followed were either audible or not, and everyone stood crookedly for ten, twenty, or ten minutes and it was over.The speaker hadn't come out yet, so he turned his head away in a sloppy manner, and whispered to his friends around him.

Class [-] is a rare class in the second group of senior high school that does not whisper even when it comes to the speech step.

The reason is also simple.

Meng Xi specifically said the night before that he could clearly hear a little bit of voice when he was speaking on the national flag platform. If Class [-] humiliated him when he was speaking, then when he came down, the whole class would be in trouble.Everyone:"……"

What else can I do, I can't resist!

But having said that, everyone still has very high expectations and enthusiasm for the Disciplinary Committee to be able to speak on stage.After all, a few months ago, Meng Xi was still a boy in their class that no one liked and everyone was afraid of. In the blink of an eye, he climbed up step by step. reached a new peak...

Who doesn't like such a classmate?

Besides, Song Huai didn't hide his secrets when teaching Meng Xi, so wouldn't it be the same whoever goes?

The mentality of the fourth group is very good and very peaceful.

"...Next, let's invite Meng Xi from Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School to give a speech."

The director of teaching said a few words as usual, and after he finished speaking, Meng Xi stepped onto the national flag platform in three steps.

He hesitated for a moment, finally sighed, raised his fat palm and patted Meng Xi's shoulder lightly, and walked aside.

Meng Xi nodded, subconsciously supported the microphone next to his ear, and walked to the center with the manuscript.

The speech script has been memorized long ago. Song Huai told him that a speech without a draft is meaningless, and this is also training himself.

The manuscript he held in his hand was just a reassurance stone, or a teleprompter when he got stuck.

In order to give a speech on stage, Meng Xi specially wore a suit, which included a bottoming sweater, a white shirt, a dark blue suit, and a standard striped tie that Song Huai made for him.

He is slender, although he is not tall, but the suit fits him very well. In addition, the clothes are not bulky, and the exposed waistline is extraordinarily thin. When the breeze blows, the narrow part is hidden in the placket, which is a little different. The charm of this age.

When Meng Xi took the stage, the etiquette teacher even arranged his hairstyle specially, lifted his bangs up, and sprayed a little setting spray. With that expressionless and slightly indifferent face, it happened to be a young man between a boy and a man. Astringent and mature.

At that moment, Song Huai couldn't even look away.

Meng Xi tried the microphone, suppressed the nervousness in his heart, pressed the manuscript on the speech table in front of him, and looked at only one person through the crowd of thousands of people as he had practiced before.

Don't think about others, don't think about their expressions, just pretend to be the same as usual, and rehearse the scene with Song Huai, which can relieve the uneasiness.

He breathed a sigh of relief, smiled slightly, and said, "Dear teacher and classmates, I am Meng Xi from Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School. The topic of the speech I bring to you today is, In daily life, I am What methods are used to learn and make progress..."

He spoke neither fast nor slow, with a natural tone and expression, without stuttering or stumbling, and he memorized the manuscript perfectly. He also noticed the problem of honorifics when Song Huai helped him revise the manuscript before.

He played steadily, not like a person who is giving a speech for the first time, but more like a seed player who can talk and laugh on stage after a while.

A smile appeared in Song Huai's eyes.

However, Meng Xi had just mentioned the importance of the number of questions, and he planned to start from here, and there was gradually a discordant murmur among the thousands of people below.

The people who had experienced raising the national flag just now and stood upright softened; the girls restrained a little and just chatted in a low voice, while the boys became more tempered, and some went away to chat with their companions up.

Among them, the sighs of the second and second class of the senior high school are the loudest and the most impatient.

"Are you kidding? He still needs to talk about the amount of questions?"

"Yeah, isn't this nonsense?"

"It's so annoying. It's very sad to fail the monthly exam, and I have to listen to the scumbags pretending to be tough."

"It's so funny, I have the feeling of seeing elementary school students teach me 1+1=how many."

"It's too graphic."

"Hahahaha shut up, aren't you afraid that the school bully will beat you up after class?"

"Just beat me up, who doesn't have any money at home? His father is in real estate, and my mother is still in the news. If he really dares to beat me, at worst, I will go to the newspaper. Who is afraid of anyone?"

"Let a rubbish who can't get a score of 349 teach me how to do the questions. Do you think my midterm score of [-] is for nothing? Garbage is rubbish. The middle school entrance examination goes through the back door, the class division goes through the back door, and the speech still goes through the back door."

"Hahahaha, you said that he has such a good relationship with Song Huai, did he also go through the back door of 'Song Huai'?"

All the classes under the national flag are assembled, from left to right are senior one, senior two and senior three, and each grade is arranged from left to right according to the order of the class.

Classes one to four of the second year of high school happened to be right under the eyes of the flag raising platform.

The distance is only a few meters to the left and right. Some people who are born with loud voices or who are excited to raise their volume can hear clearly at such a distance.

Meng Xi vaguely heard some of these words, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he stopped his speech.

The dean frowned, took a spare microphone from the side, and took two steps forward, about to seriously warn all the class teachers to manage the discipline of the class.

However, before he could say anything, the young man who was standing on the podium in front of him suddenly slammed the microphone on his ear onto the table which was about half a meter wide.

The sound of objects falling, diffused through the microphone and the sound around the playground, instantly exploded a violent sound:

"boom!!!"

The sound was deafening, and the internal parts of the headset were affected, making a buzzing sound, which soon fell silent.

The playground was like a forest of frightened birds, everyone was shocked and complained a few words.

After seeing the situation and situation clearly, there was another complete silence.

Meng Xi's good face faded away, and he coldly took the hand microphone from the frightened director beside him, and the first sentence he spoke was shocking.

"Is there any kind of waste that was squeaking just now?"

He propped one hand on the lecture table, and glanced over the several classes in front of him indifferently, "Why are you hiding behind and talking like a girl? Your Father Meng has a good temper and doesn't want to argue with you, but Your father is your father."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed over one by one, with a contemptuous tone, "Your father scolds you, so you have to bear it obediently. If you lack a little education, then I don't mind taking a few minutes to teach you something." The truth of being a human being. Do you understand?"

Song Huai smiled lightly.

The playground was still dead silent.

"........."

The dean was frightened, turned his head to see that the principal was still standing beside him, his old eyes were wide open, his legs gave way suddenly, and he almost fell down.

Meng Xi wasn't in the mood to take care of the old and dilapidated principal and director. He had long been annoyed by those idiots who only dared to make a fool of themselves. Now that he had changed to a louder and louder microphone, he felt even more powerful.

"It's fine to waste some trash by yourself. The key is that you don't seem to know your own position? The one who said that his mother is a reporter, are you very good? Do you want to report me in the newspaper?"

Meng Xi sneered, raised his hand, and simply threw away several pages of his speech, and pieces of paper fluttered to the ground behind him.

"If you really think so, then I can only feel sorry, after all, you have not experienced the beatings in this society."

He tapped on the table, speaking slowly and softly, but with an inexplicable deterrent effect.

"Gentlemen," he said, "you underestimate the charm and value of money."

"........."

Everyone spit out a mouthful of blood.

Someone couldn't help shouting indignantly, "Fuck, what's the upstart?? What's the bourgeoisie??"

"Hey, that classmate, I heard that."

Meng Xi chuckled, but didn't point out his location, "You're right, is the nouveau riche amazing? Maybe it's really amazing. Those present here can know how I got into No. [-] Middle School and Class No. [-] after a little inquiry. , I know that many people are envious of my family background..."

The dean was about to faint, he pinched the man, and was about to rush up to pull the bastard down when he suddenly saw him shaking his head again.

"However, what's the use of that? I took a break from middle school for a while, and my dad hired me tutors for nine subjects at home. None of them were teachers below the master's level. What are the teachers in top classes? As long as I have Money, and can even directly hire professional professors from the highest institutions."

Meng Xi chuckled, "But you have also seen the effect. To put it bluntly, a different person might teach the next Hua Luogeng."

Everyone:"……"

This is so true, bro.

"Is there anyone here with a weaker foundation than me?"

He shook his head, "I don't think so. After all, I used to be the bottom one in my grade. Others came to school, but I came to school to play games. If you ask me what the teacher taught me, I can only say that I can use Cai Wenji .”

A burst of sparse laughter gradually came from below.

"So I understand some people's resentment and dissatisfaction very well, but if you want to say that I am trash, unworthy, and hiding behind the network cable, those people don't need to."

Meng Xi put aside the microphone, laughed lightly, and then moved the microphone back again.

"This time the score sheet hasn't been sent out yet, and there may be many people who haven't calculated their total scores, and haven't had time to inquire about my scores. It's okay, taking this opportunity, I'm here to give you a small report ..."

"The total score of the three subjects is 358 points, 140 points in mathematics, 105 points in English, and 113 points in Chinese."

Meng Xi smiled and showed his white teeth, "The improvement is not very big, it is only 191 points more than last year."

"???"

The playground was blown up.

The crowd who had been quiet because of the noise just now, immediately exploded into an earth-shattering discussion like cold water splashed with hot oil.

358? ? ?

"Grass, how is this possible??"

Someone directly exclaimed, "Fuck, this is not a game, can the score increase so exaggeratedly?"

"He only got a score of 290 in the last midterm exam..."

Even Tian Xiaojuan gasped, "Damn, Brother Meng didn't tell me at all??? What the hell??? Will Brother Meng surpass me and the monitor in the next exam?"

There are many people who are shocked, but there are also many people who don't believe it.

"It's a lie, how could it be possible to raise 60 points all at once!"

"Is Song Huai a god... Is Daddy still short of money? I really want to apply for a cram school, and I can just sit in!"

"Is this cheating?? 358 ​​soared directly from the second line to the first line??"

"Really... I don't believe it."

"But, he said it in front of the principal and director? If he slapped his face, it would be embarrassing for the whole school?"

"So if it's true, then the whole school will embarrass him..."

Meng Xi was very happy to see them arguing about the truth, "Some people seem to think that I am not worthy to teach you a little learning experience. Can we learn to be worthy of their smart brains?"

As he said that, he suddenly ticked his fingers towards one place, and smiled coldly, "Hey, that brother who said Meng Xi is a trash and unworthy? Although it is true that I can teach you to study, but..."

"Father can also teach you some principles of life."

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