let loose

In the spirit of fairness and openness, Director Li instructed the management team of the school's post bar to open a forbidden post. The top picture is the perfect score test paper that Jiang Zhou tested in front of hundreds of people.

Leaving aside the known item of perfect score, the pleasing handwriting on the face and the slanted sword are different from ordinary people's problem-solving ideas, and some academic masters who were prejudiced against Jiang Zhou at first had to admire one by one.

So far, the plagiarism storm has completely subsided.

Two days later, after everything was on the right track, news came from the Moral Education Office that Long Tao had dropped out of school.

It is said that after Longtao stayed in school for probation and punishment, his parents just went to the Moral Education Department and made a fuss twice, targeting Lao Huang.Dissatisfied with Lao Huang's punishment for his child, Long Tao has good grades, and the punishment will affect his going to university and finding a job after graduation.

This will become a stain on Longtao's resume.

Later, he went to the class and beat and slapped the child in front of all the students in Class [-]. His father even kicked him indiscriminately. The classroom was in chaos, and all the female students cried in fright. Long Tao was killed on the spot. Beat off.

Song Mian was playing with her mobile phone when this incident was reported to the class, and the screen of the mobile phone stayed on the WeChat chat interface.

The film that Shu Yan participated in was sent abroad to participate in the exhibition, and she was also present as the leading actor. It was an international film exhibition, many international celebrities would attend, and thousands of media were waiting. It was a rare appearance and expansion. Opportunities to broaden your network.

The time happened to be Sunday, which was Song Mian's birthday.

Shu Yan and Song Lilian were already on their way to the airport.

[Sleep: have a good trip. ]

He turned off the phone after pressing send, and didn't want to look at it for another second. Anyway, in the eyes of those two people, everything was more important than his son, and they kept looking at it as if they cared a lot.

"I heard that the man has been found. It's in the middle of the street park on the side of the business. His classmates said that he was very unstable and his voice was hoarse from crying. He looked so pitiful." Peng Yang sighed.

Jiang Zhou put down his pen, listened to them quietly for a while, and got up and left the classroom not long after.

Song Mian's mind was still heavy, but he was still keenly aware that Jiang Zhou's mood was not right, so he followed.

They went to Mingde Building. Lao Huang was the only one in the office of the Moral Education Department. He was imitating Director Li, standing in front of the water dispenser with a thermos to make tea, and joking when he saw the two of them: "Hey, you two Is this beating someone and turning himself in, or is it calling each other to come to me to judge?"

"Neither of them," Jiang Zhou took Lao Huang's casual remarks very seriously, and asked straightforwardly: "Director, why did Long Tao drop out of school?"

Lao Huang didn't seem to have thought that he came here for this matter, and the hand that received the water paused, but he quickly returned to normal.

Song Mian was also quite surprised. On the way here, he was guessing what Jiang Zhou was doing in such a hurry to come to the Moral Education Department. He was really in a hurry. He walked down the stairs in two steps. He thought about several reasons, but he didn't guess. It was because of Longtao.

The water was almost filled, Lao Huang unscrewed the cap of the thermos bottle, and raised his chin towards the sofa to signal them to sit down.

This matter has indeed an inseparable relationship with Jiang Zhou.

After all, no matter how smart Jiang Zhou is, he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, an age who seems to care nothing but actually cares about everything.

Lao Huang did not hide them.

Long Tao's father was an ordinary clerk in a company in the city. He had been depressed for half his life and had nowhere to display his accumulated ambitions, so he bet all his hopes on his son.

This is actually a common problem with most parents.Thinking that my life is not successful enough, I often try to find a psychological balance in my children, and I want my children to be more successful than myself. I use various methods, as long as the result, not the process.

However, people’s desires are endless. Once it’s good, they want to get the best again. After the first time, they want to get the best. When they get the best, they start thinking about monopolizing the best.

Long Tao was instilled with the concept of taking the first place, whether it is an exam or any other aspect, only the person who takes the first place is entitled to enjoy the envious eyes of everyone. No scolding, no need to face hysterical rants.

With a family and a family, the hardships of living in a big city, the perennial depression and misery have made the middle-aged man increasingly irritable, and he used the wrong method to educate his children. Over time, this situation has resulted in the current situation.

When Lao Huang said these words, he didn't bring any emotions, but he still really touched the hearts of the two teenagers.Song Mian and Jiang Zhou didn't say a word until they walked out of Mingli Building and turned to the football field.

The sun is just right, the green football field is hot, and some people are playing football decently, running around, even if they are sweating profusely, they are happy to miss a goal.

After walking in silence for a while, Jiang Zhou suddenly said, "I was thinking, some parents always tell their children to work hard, study hard, and get the first place in the exam, which will become their pride and capital to show off outside."

"But, first of all, why don't they work harder on themselves, use themselves as the capital to show off, and become the pride of the children?"

"If you can't do it yourself, why ask others?"

It was rare for Jiang Zhou to say such a long word at once. Song Mian listened carefully, but didn't know how to answer him.

Everyone grows up in a different environment, in a different position, with a different personality, mentality, age, and life experience. At least, in his opinion, he really hopes that Song Lilian can ask him so. Control him, restrain him.

To put it bluntly, we still have different positions. One thing, one sentence, there are always different interpretations and different approaches. People can't be exactly the same, no matter how similar their personalities are.

Song Mian turned on the phone again after the evening self-study. He couldn't tell what kind of state he was in. He was looking forward to it, but he was afraid that his expectation would be in vain. He opened WeChat tangledly, and the chat interface with the "Goddess" column was still stuck on the way he sent it. Shunfeng four words there.

Forget it, Song Mian pouted, it wasn't the first time anyway.

The mobile phone was thrown into the schoolbag by him, and it collided with another metal, making a very thin collision sound. Song Mian remembered that the mobile phone he bought to give to Jiang Zhou had been put away for several days and had not been sent out yet.

Before, I thought that Jiang Zhou was a big man, and he always had to take care of his face, and sent him directly to fear that he would be angry. Now I think, his family runs a chain of hot pot restaurants, so they will not be so poor that they can’t even use a smartphone. Come on, maybe they have it, but it's just low-key?

He quietly glanced at Jiang Zhou.

Jiang Zhou was reading. In his impression, Jiang Zhou seemed to be reading all the time. He didn't know where he got so many books to read.

He had never met someone who liked to read like Jiang Zhou. Even the other top students in the class would always play around. In many ways, Jiang Zhou didn't look like a high school student at all.

"The teacher will come to the classroom in 2 minutes, you'd better start reading now." Jiang Zhou tapped the back of Song Mian's hand resting on the table with the tip of his pen.

"Huh?" Song Mian felt a slight tingling sensation on the back of his hand, and he rubbed it, "How do you know?"

Jiang Zhou stared at the book, and said in his mouth: "The teacher said before he left that he would be back in half an hour. He is always on time."

Song Mian looked up at the clock hanging above the blackboard. It was already [-]:[-]. Self-study at [-]:[-], the teacher should come. He casually touched an exercise book and spread it on the table.

"Brother, lend me a pen."

Look well done, everything is ready, only a pen is owed.

Song Mian called Jiang Zhou Xueshen, Jiang Zhou refused to let him call, so he changed his name to brother, Jiang Zhou refused, Song Mian still insisted on calling him shameless.

Jiang Zhou didn't speak, and silently touched a new fountain pen for him, and glanced at his desk, "Tonight's self-study is politics."

Song Mian took the pen, said oh, took out the political book and put it on the table, found a piece of draft paper to draw a pig to pass the time, pretended to be casual and asked him: "Brother, can you tell me your mobile phone number? Just in case something happens one day, just get in touch."

Usually, the mobile phone number is the WeChat ID, Song Mian thought that if he got the mobile phone number, he would try it.

As a result, Jiang Zhou said, "It is forbidden to bring mobile phones in school."

Hey!Song Mian was unhappy, "Then why don't you still bring it? Do you dare to say that your black brick is not a mobile phone?"

"No card." Jiang Zhou said and tapped the back of his hand again, "That's Nokia, not Black Brick."

"Whatever it is, if you have a mobile phone but no SIM card, you can be fooled. I'm not as smart as you, but I'm not stupid." Song Mian rubbed the back of her hands again, her tone aggrieved.

After a few days of silence, Calabash Little King Kong became noisy again.Song Mian had just finished taking a shower, so she was hungry and ran downstairs to find a piece of cake, while eating, she checked the news.

[Big baby/Xiao Zheng: Hurry up, hurry up, there are 15 minutes left before the public test of the new deep-sea diving shark system! ]

[Sanwa/Pingping: I see that the general server issued an announcement saying that all rewards on the day of the public test of the system will be doubled, and the same in other areas? ]

[Liuwa/Yaoyao: Only the deep-sea submersible shark has it. The general server issued an announcement in the morning that all activities of the six Speed ​​servers will not be shared. ]

No wonder it’s so lively. The Speed ​​system will be upgraded at [-] o’clock tonight. Playing games in Deep Sea Submersible, the rewards you get after each game will be doubled. It looks very tempting, but Song Mian is not interested. He only thinks about it now. Get the phone out as soon as possible.

Only those few in this group were swiping the screen. After 15 minutes, the public beta of the deep-sea diving shark system began, and the group became deserted in an instant.Song Mian was lying on the bed, his boyish thoughts had nowhere to vent.

Song Mian has never given gifts to others, and he himself has not accepted gifts. There were also girls at school who gave them gifts, but he didn't pick them up. Now it's his turn. I send it to an appropriate reason.

One is the festival and the other is no birthday, Sunday is his birthday, but who would post a gift to others on their own birthday?Hey, I lost two or three strands of hair.

Lie down on the bed and roll around twice, thinking about it, Song Mian clicked on Baidu, thinking about whether to download a XX, to see if there are friends in the same situation.

Click on the Baidu page, Song Mian searches for Huhu, and clicks to download.

The download progress bar was crawling like a snail, and the slow song was finally halfway through, when a friend request suddenly popped up on WeChat.

[I am Qiwa in the group chat "Gourd Little King Kong Group"]

Um?Seven baby?To be honest, Song Mian didn't have much impression of this seventh brother. After all, this seventh brother seldom appeared and didn't participate in the team's games, so his status was better than nothing.

Thinking about it, Song Mian still clicked to accept, and the page showed that you had successfully added the other party as a friend. The seventh brother’s WeChat name is very personal, with a multiplication sign and an all-white profile picture, which fits his identity as the future Huaguduo of his motherland.

Song Mian waited for a while, but 5 minutes passed and there was still no news from the other side.

Most people's thinking is, ah, we don't have much communication at ordinary times, and he suddenly added my contact information, maybe he has something to look for, but he has been waiting for 5 minutes, why hasn't there been any news from the seventh brother?

Song Mian curled her fingers and poked the screen.

[Sleep soundly:? ]

[Sleep: Hello?younger brother? ]

[Sleep: Are you there? ]

After sending three messages in a row, there was no reply, Song Mian quit WeChat with a lack of interest, and it happened that someone had also finished downloading.

After registering, filling in the mobile phone number, entering the verification code, and logging in, after a series of tedious tasks, he finally entered the search page. For some reason, Song Mian's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he was so overwhelmed that he was a little nervous. He pursed his lips and typed:

[What is the best reason to give a gift to your deskmate?

】

The page quickly searches for questions and answers with keywords:

[High school student, what is the best birthday present for my deskmate? ]

[The tablemate is a boy, what gift should I give? ]

[Excuse me, dear friends, I want to give gifts to friends...]

There were many questions and answers, but none of them were on point, so Song Mian had to change the key word:

[I want to give a friend a gift, but I can't find a suitable reason. 】

The page jumps quickly:

[I want to give a gift to my favorite boy friend, but I don’t know if it’s suitable. ]

Hey, this one is okay, Song Mian clicks in to have a look:

(Sister, if you want to give it away, don’t hesitate, women chase men’s interlayer yarn, I believe the other party will be moved by you, best wishes ^o^!)

[Blogger Reply]: Ah, sorry, I’m a boy.

? ? ?boys?Song Mian rubbed her eyes, quickly refreshed the interface with her fingers, and looked again, the blogger still replied with this sentence.

boys?A gift for a boy you like?

Only then did Song Mian catch a glimpse of the keywords in the upper right corner:

Psychology, interpersonal relationships, friendship, same-sex relationships.

homosexual?gay?

Tsk, Song Mian's fingers trembled suddenly, and even his heart trembled. He kept refreshing the answer interface for this question uncontrollably, and finally saw the blogger's reply at the bottom:

[Thank you everyone, we are together. ]

Song Mian licked his lower lip, unable to tell what kind of state of mind he was in, he forwarded this question to WeChat, wanting to save it and read it when he thinks about it.

He originally wanted to forward it to himself. He sometimes reads funny jokes, and if he wants to save them, he will transfer them to his WeChat. The top of his memory is himself. He didn't read carefully, so he clicked share directly.

After sharing, he continued to read the comments. After the blogger said that he was a boy, those replies changed. What is gratifying is that the netizens in the comments are very friendly, non-discriminatory, and they are very serious in making suggestions, although these suggestions Song Mian I don't think he can use any of them.

When Song Mian had finished shopping, she quit Xhuhu, opened WeChat to see if the seventh brother had replied to the message, and saw that the Q&A Chiguoguo that he forwarded to her was stuck on the "with friends'×" page.

Before he reposted, Seventh Brother replied to him:

[×:. . . ]

After reposting, Seventh Brother replied to him again:

[×:. . . . . . ]

Hold!Song Mian really wanted to drill a hole in the ground!

Come, come, come, he came with a certain, is it far from the eighteenth bend of the mountain road?Hurry up! ! !

Let me tell you, tomorrow our Yeye and Little Fool will make guest appearances!The words are all in Shanghai, so it’s okay to mess around!

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