you have to talk to me

The parents of the three came, and the parents of the senior three students were also led into the meeting room by their head teacher.

Wu Zhenwen told the truth about the incident and divided the respective responsibilities. When talking about the medical expenses that should be borne by the beating party, there was a commotion in the conference room.To be exact, the mothers of Zhang Teng and Luo Jiechao blamed each other for who should be responsible for Feng Jimeng's medical expenses.

Wang Weiping, who was instigated by He Xianglan, was busy with work, the children at home were taken care of by his daughter-in-law, and he had come to school for his employer a few times before, and he had never seen such a battle during the parents' meeting. language.

Luo Jiechao, who was standing outside, could still manage to remain calm just now, but since his mother also started beating in the conference room, he blushed.

Yang Fan was still in class and couldn't leave for the time being, so he simply pulled up a stool and sat next to the three of them, chewing gum as if watching a play for free, looking leisurely.In fact, he wanted to smoke because it was inconvenient at school, and he could only chew gum to satisfy his addiction, and this made him look like he was not only in need of a beating, but also a set of military punches.

A piece of gum wasn't enough to occupy his mouth.

"Do you think it's worthwhile to have a good youth to fight? It's good to use it to study hard and work hard. When you say something harsh, saying 'Dad will give you [-] points in the middle of the semester' is no more cowhide than 'I'm looking for someone to peel you'" ?”

"If you don't like studying, you can still fall in love. Is it more fun to fight with stupid boys than with girls? Girls are so cute." Yang Fan raised his chin slightly, pouted his lips, and blew strawberry-flavored gum Pink speech bubbles.

Feng Jimeng's indifferent face turned to one side, and her eyes slanted downward, "Mr. Yang, you sound like a pervert."

"Boom" some bubble gum burst.

"I, let's talk about you. Of course, love on campus requires two refreshing students to talk about. There are girls and uncles who have a bad impression." He straightened his face and lowered his voice. If you have a third year in high school, you must focus on learning."

"As someone who has been there, I will share some experience with you. Hurry up and start a relationship. Otherwise, if you look back, you will find that other people's youth is full of colors. Your youth is just a penalty."

Two of the three people standing, another one was an ant sitting on a hot pot, and a body with a soul out of its body. All of them had no interest in Yang Fan's feelings about love, but it didn't affect him in the slightest.

"Look at the three of you, there is a tall man with a flat head and a full face. Why can't you talk about a girlfriend? You have a bad temper, and your morals are too bad?"

Yang Fan found the joy of blowing bubbles, chewing a few times, blowing one, and chatting with the three door gods "In the final analysis, there is still, learning is not enough. After all, students are very simple, so they like learning."

"But I can't blame you for looking like you don't have a good brain, even though you look good." Yang Fan pulled a piece of paper, curled his lips, and spat out the tasteless chewing gum.

Feng Jimeng is about the same, he is used to Yang Fan's way of speaking, he has gradually developed resistance to his teasing and sarcasm, or he doesn't care at all about what he said, anyway, he has a face made of cement, no matter how you rub it, he has him Stand still.However, the other two were not so calm. There were new and old grudges, or the current sarcastic remarks, all of which stimulated their nerves.

The two looked at Yang Fan with hatred, and Zhang Teng sneered, "Oh, you are a rich man's stinky foot, and you are praised wherever you go. You idiot."

Yang Fan wasn't angry either, and raised his eyelids to look at the two, "What did I say, brains really aren't easy..."

There was a burst of movement in the meeting room, accompanied by louder yelling, and then Wu Zhenwen opened the door of the meeting room, and Wang Wei came out and said a few words to Feng Jimeng, saying that Teacher Wu couldn't coordinate. I couldn't do it either. The master asked Feng Jimeng how to deal with the medical expenses, and then Feng Jimeng also entered the conference room.

As Feng Jimeng entered, the noise inside gradually quieted down.The two people standing outside exchanged glances, each seeing embarrassment from the other's face.

Yang Fan lowered his head and played with his fingers, but what he said was not like the ramblings and voices just now, and he was no longer so foolish.

"I can't study well, but I'm afraid that my brain won't work. I don't know what to do and what not to do. I'm stupid and pick stupid things to do."

"I think, as an adult, do you take parents and teachers seriously? Do you think they are only annoying and annoying. Do you know what the first rule of an adult is? That is to be responsible for yourself and not to burden others. Break through Can you be responsible for yourself? If you can’t ask others to wipe your ass, then you should read the book honestly.”

Yang Fanzheng sighed when the class bell rang.He stood up, stretched his neck, put on his coat, and still had to attend the promised lesson.

At this time Wu Zhenwen opened the door and Feng Jimeng came out.

Yang Fan stretched his head over, "Mr. Wu has this physical education class for the second year of high school, did you let them go to class first?"

Wu Zhenwen waved his hands annoyedly, "You three should go back to class first."

She still has a lot of things to do in the future. She has to report these to the teaching office, coordinate how to deal with their immediate problems, and have a good talk with Zhang Teng and Feng Jimeng's parents.

Zhang Teng's family can tell everything at a glance. It's no wonder that the children are not disciplined at school and bully their classmates.But she can't be too harsh on such a mother anymore, the only thing she can do is at least tell her not to beat the child like that and respect the dignity of the child.

On the contrary, there are parents who are overly cooperative with Feng Jimeng, and she feels even more headache and unable to do anything.The visitor claimed that Feng Jimeng's uncle did not know if he could take care of things, but he didn't look like an elder at all.

On the way to physical education class, Feng Jimeng walked in front of Yang Fan, and Yang Fan caught up with him in two steps, "The guy from your house, isn't it your parents? Where did you go to find a temporary worker?"

Feng Jimeng didn't know about Yang Fan either, how could he tell that Wang Wei didn't, his parents were there, but he still didn't bother to talk to him, he had his hands in his pockets and walked faster.

"Your family wants you to do this, and if you find out, your legs are guaranteed to be broken."

……

"Boy, yes, I found that you are not only a personality problem, but also a personality problem. How can you be fooled by this kind of thing? Let's not talk about your parents. You are a busy person like your witch teacher. You have a special time to spend time with you. Parents, communicate with your parents, do you deserve the painstaking efforts of others?"

Feng Jimeng frowned, feeling a little unspeakable anxiety in her heart.Yang Fan's words reminded him again and again that his parents didn't care what he did at school.If he beats someone or gets beaten, even if his head is broken, it is not as important as a game of mahjong.

It is very annoying when these things that I have known for a long time are brought up repeatedly.

Seeing him walking faster and faster, Yang Fan reached out and pressed his shoulder.

"Feng Jimeng..."

Feng Jimeng turned around, the corners of her mouth were straightened, and there was an aura of rejection all over her body.He waved Yang Fan's hand away, "What's the relationship with you? If you want to be the savior, find someone else. There are many depraved teenagers waiting for you to save Teacher Yang."

Yang Fan opened his mouth and closed it again.

Feng Jimeng turned and walked away.

Yang Fan looked at his back and cursed inwardly that he had taken the wrong medicine.

Cushioning is finally over. In this lesson, practice the most basic underhand serve.Throwing the ball up with the part of the right wrist to hit the ball and hitting the ball through the block without going out of bounds is considered a success.The physical education exam at the end of the period is not, but the score is calculated through the competition, and the score is calculated through these technical points.

The students lined up to serve the ball to Yang Fan's whistle.Yang Fan stood on the moving ladder next to the block, two steps higher than the others, so as to better observe the students' movements.He calmly directed the students to send round after round. When it was Feng Jimeng's turn, there was an illusion like the conflict just now.

Feng Jimeng couldn't be so calm and calm, she couldn't help staring at Yang Fan.

"What are you looking at? It's Feng Jimeng's turn to you." Standing behind him, Hou Wen pointed his shoulder with his fingers.

Feng Jimeng walked to the edge of the frame and took a volleyball. With a wave of his hand, a too high parabola went straight to Yang Fan's head on the sidelines.Seeing that it was about to hit, Yang Fan stretched out his hand, caught the ball, and turned around to throw it back at Feng Jimeng.

"Again."

This year, the Mid-Autumn Festival is one week before the National Day, which means that the long Mid-Autumn Festival holiday will soon usher in the National Day long holiday.So from the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the school has been full of joy, some people have no intention of studying, and some just count the days and wait for the holiday.

He had already washed the clothes that Yang Fan lent to Feng Jimeng and brought them to school, but because of the unhappiness of the past few days, he never found a chance to return them to Yang Fan.Not only that, but the frequency of online chat between the two has also been greatly reduced.

Feng Jimeng felt that nothing was right, he was awkward, something seemed wrong, maybe there was something else besides what he said to Yang Fan that day, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.In any case, if there are clothes to return, they should be returned to others.

After school, Feng Jimeng took the clothes to Yang Fan's car wash shop.

More children came to pick up the children during the holidays. Yang Fan's car wash shop was busier than usual. There were seven or eight cars waiting in line.

The guests kept urging, some workers were swaying, Feng Jimeng saw the "fool" who washed their cars that day, some customers were questioning him loudly, but he didn't speak, and some just giggled and buried themselves in their work.Feng Jimeng dismissed it and asked him where Yang Fan was going.Just as he was about to exit, he went to the opposite milk tea shop and waited until he was busy before Yang Fan suddenly appeared behind him.

"Feng Jimeng?" Yang Fan was obviously surprised, "What are you doing here?"