Unpretentious campus essay

On the day Huang Zhenhua sent his son to school, the autumn air was refreshing.The car passed through the mottled tree shadows and drove into Qunxian No. [-] Middle School—he had called in advance, so he was able to drive the car into the school.

"Son." Huang Zhenhua looked up at the rearview mirror, "Stop playing with your phone, follow Dad to find your way."

The boy in the back row was wearing a black baseball cap, with only half of his face exposed.

The jaw line is clean and neat, and the thin and pale lips are slightly curled, looking unhappy.

Huang Heyuan glanced out of the car window, and saw a big stone standing in front of the square, engraved with the four-character school motto: upright.Behind the square are rows of teaching buildings with red walls and black tiles, and people can be vaguely seen walking in the corridors.It's noisy.

It's like entering a human farm.Huang Heyuan only glanced at it, then lowered his head and pursed his lips, looking even more unhappy.

Huang Zhenhua sighed in his heart, "Stay for a semester first, if you really don't get used to it, forget it."

Huang Zhenhua made a big determination to send his son to high school.His son has not been to school since the fourth grade of elementary school. One by one, he invited tutors to his home. Every teacher was full of praise for him.The various awards won by the son also directly proved that what the teacher said was true.

It wasn't until recently that Huang Zhenhua discovered a serious problem.

The son seems to be surrounded by a barrier of "destined to be alone forever". If he continues like this, let alone a wife, he may not even have ordinary friends.

"Dad doesn't have any requirements for your grades, but first, Dad sets a small goal for you—to make a friend. As long as you complete it, Dad will promise you whatever you want."

Hearing the last sentence, Huang Heyuan gently pressed the brim of his baseball cap.

If it was a few years ago, he might have said, I want you to stop working, take me out to play, and not allow a phone call in the middle.

But it was too late, at the age when he needed his father the most, Huang Zhenhua was not there.From being afraid at the beginning to getting used to it later, he grew up with the company of the Internet, and he thinks he is not crooked, and he is quite strong.That's when the so-called dad got out of his own business and sent him to a place full of stupid humans and no cell phones.

It is better to say that it is a prison in disguise than a school.Huang Heyuan's mood was as heavy as if he had been sentenced to death.

Of course, Dad's mood was not much better.Qunxian No. 3 Middle School is forced to live in the school. The more Huang Zhenhua thinks about it, the more he feels uneasy. He wished to pour his life experience of the past 40 years into his son's brain within [-] minutes.

"Dad told you that school is not an ivory tower, but a miniature society..."

As soon as Huang Zhenhua picked up the tune, Huang Heyuan put on the earphones, and the heavy metal rock easily drowned out the old man's nagging.

The sound of the music leaked out from the earphones, and Huang Zhenhua heard the lead singer screaming at the top of his lungs, "fuck the world!!!!!!"

Huang Zhenhua: "..."

Huang Zhenhua's secretary was sitting in the co-pilot. He didn't know how many times he had witnessed the failure of communication between the Huang family and his son. He skillfully played the role of the boss' son, talking to him to resolve the embarrassment.

The car passed through large expanses of camphor trees, and at the end of the sea of ​​green trees was the dormitory building.

The girls' dormitory is on the right, and the boys' dormitory is on the left.Red walls and white roofs, each building has seven floors, and there is no elevator.

Huang Heyuan's dormitory is in building 504, which means his dormitory is on the fifth floor.

The trunk was full of luggage, Huang Zhenhua picked out the lightest bag and handed it to Huang Heyuan, "You take the snacks, and dad and uncle take the rest."

Huang Heyuan ignored his father's outstretched hand, picked up a suitcase of luggage and walked into the building.

After moving the luggage into the dormitory, Huang Zhenhua Khan didn't bother to wipe it, and prepared to make the bed for his son.

"You don't need to clean it up." Huang Heyuan said in a low voice, coldly, "I'll do it myself."

"Then you clean it up yourself, and Dad will watch beside you."

"I mean, you can go."

Huang Zhenhua: "..."

Huang Zhenhua's cell phone rang immediately, and he answered the phone while walking, "Hello?"

According to Huang Heyuan's many years of experience, Huang Zhenhua is leaving soon.The ringtone of the mobile phone was once a shadow of his childhood. As long as the ringtone rings, his father will disappear.But now, the ringtone was like the sound of nature, because he didn't want to see Huang Zhenhua at all.

The dormitory of the No. [-] Middle School can accommodate six people in total. The bed is on the bed and the table is on the table, and the wardrobe is also under the bed.The secretary stood by the door with hands down, not daring to say a word, watching Huang Heyuan busy in silence.

The young master wiped the table clean, and then took out an acrylic box from the suitcase, which contained a plastic beautiful girl.With flowing cyan double ponytails, a gorgeous fluffy long skirt, and holding a microphone, she looks full of vitality.

The secretary only knew that it was a figure, but he had no idea who it was.This kind of plastic man, Huang Heyuan's room is filled with a wall.

"Did you only bring one?" the secretary asked, "Why don't you bring more?"

Huang Heyuan stretched out his index finger and nodded Hatsune Miku's head, his expression calmed down, but his tone remained cold, "I don't want to bring too many wives to breathe the dirty air here."

Originally, he didn't want to bring any of them, but at night he dreamed that Hatsune Miku must follow him to accompany him, so he put his wife in the suitcase with distress.

"Oh..." The secretary was quite speechless.

Huang Heyuan was the last to make the bed. He climbed up the ladder and looked at the beds of the other five people. Some tables had a basketball on them, some were piled up with books, and some had nothing on them.

This dormitory is not as big as the toilet at home.Thinking of sleeping with five strangers in such a cramped room, Huang Heyuan was in no mood to make a bed.

He spread his limbs and slammed on the bed, looking at the snow-white ceiling, "Uncle, I don't want to go to school."

"It's all here." The secretary sighed with a smile, "I don't want to go to work yet."

As soon as the secretary finished saying that she didn't want to go to work, she heard Huang Zhenhua's voice coming from the corridor, from far to near.

"My son is introverted, he has a lot of his own ideas, and he can't live a group life. Teacher Yan, please take care of him. If he gets into any trouble, please contact me..."

The secretary said: "Xiaoyuan, the head teacher is here. I guess he will bring you into class."

Huang Heyuan snorted coldly, got off the bed, put on his shoes, and his father came in with the homeroom teacher.

"Student Huang. Welcome." The class teacher smiled, "My name is Yan Hui, and I teach Chinese. The male students in the class call me Brother Hui."

"Oh." Huang Heyuan looked indifferent.

Huang Zhenhua answered in embarrassment, "The child is a little nervous, Xiao Yuan, say hello to Teacher Yan."

Huang Heyuan gave his father a sideways look, and said to Yan Hui: "I've finished tidying up. Let's go, take me to the classroom." After speaking, he walked forward on his own.

Huang Zhenhua's face turned blue, and he suspected that his son would be beaten at school.

Yan Hui explained a few words to his parents, and followed Huang Heyuan downstairs with a smirk.

The young man put his hands in his trouser pockets and went down the stairs step by step without looking back, his steps were crisp and neat.

In fact, Yan Hui was a little surprised.

He had read Huang Heyuan's information.Suspected of being molested by a same-sex physical education teacher in the fourth grade of elementary school, he dropped out of school and has not attended school systematically.However, the competition results were excellent, and last year he won the gold medal in the province's high school chemistry Olympiad.It is precisely because of this that Huang Heyuan made an exception and transferred to the experimental class he led.

Generally speaking, appearance and grades do not coexist.What surprised Yan Hui was that Huang Heyuan himself was much more handsome than what was shown in the information, and it is estimated that there will be girls who will come to watch him in the future.

Going straight from the dormitory along Xiangzhang Avenue, Yan Hui stopped in front of a gray "Hui" shaped building.

"This is our old campus, Yulan Building. Experimental classes and art classes are both in Yulan Building. The environment is quiet and the learning atmosphere is strong."

The old campus was dilapidated, but it was too late to drop out, Huang Heyuan suppressed his dissatisfaction, and hummed critically.

Yan Hui took Huang Heyuan to the office first, and handed him a "Student Behavior Manual" and a sheet of class rules.Class rules are printed on B5 paper, like a test paper.

The Yellow River has turned a bit far, and the class rules are densely packed, and there are more than 200 rules at least.

What should be done, what should not be done, no one can make rules for him.Huang Heyuan felt disdainful, and planned to throw all these rules into the trash can when he left the office.

Yan Hui seemed to know what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "Don't lose it, you may have to copy the class rules in the future."

Huang Heyuan: "Oh."

Yan Hui's smile froze, and the boy in front of him could be said to be the most arrogant student he had ever seen.

Arrogance is different from rebellion. A rebellious person is eager to be recognized, while an arrogant person recognizes himself too much.However, considering Huang Heyuan's special experience, maybe the physical education teacher with corrupt morality in elementary school made him have a prejudice against the entire teacher group, so he has this attitude towards him.Suppressing his discomfort, Yan Hui led Huang Heyuan into the classroom.

As soon as Huang Heyuan left the office, he threw the school rules and class rules into the trash can.Yan Hui heard the sound of the school rules falling into the bucket, but he didn't turn his head, he just said, "Huang Heyuan, you will be in class 21 until you graduate. Have you decided to introduce yourself?"

Huang Heyuan: "..."

The self-study class just started, class 21 was noisy, and a sentence came from the door, "Brother Hui is here!".This sentence is like a silent spell, and the class is instantly quiet.

After getting used to it in the first year of high school, Yan Hui had a tacit understanding with this group of kids, and waited at the door for a few seconds before pushing the door in.

Quietly, the students who were pretending to be studying raised their heads in unison, and all their eyes were focused on behind Yan Hui.They have known for a long time that a boy will be transferred, and the suspense is only how the boy looks.

"Wow……"

"It's the law that a transfer student must be a handsome guy. Yuan Dancheng doesn't lie to me. I won the bet." A girl grabbed the hand at the same table, "Take me to dinner..."

"This buddy is fine, Gu Daxian's position in the class is in danger..."

Compared with the boiling classmates, Huang Heyuan's mood can be said to have plummeted.

Looking at the whole class, he found no good-looking classmates, the female students were rustic, and the male students were oddly shaped.Wearing all blue and white school uniforms, they look like products produced on the same assembly line.

Huang Heyuan has been in retreat at home for many years, and his imagination of campus life comes from film and television works, such as "Ultimate Class One", "Red Apple Paradise", "Let's Watch the Meteor Shower", "Ice Fruit", "Daily Life of High School Boys"... Although each of these works is outrageous in its own way, Huang He never expected the reality to be so cruel.

Yan Hui pushed his glasses and made a silent gesture, "Starting today, the students in our class will change from 33 to 34. Let's welcome new students together!"

"Papa..." The applause was like thunder.

"Would you like to go to the podium and introduce yourself?" Yan Hui said, "Just say your name."

Yan Hui originally thought that according to Huang Heyuan's previous performance, he would be very resistant to introducing himself, but Huang Heyuan once again made a move that surprised him.

He stepped onto the podium with his pockets in his pocket, raised his chin tuggingly, his voice did not tremble, and his posture was relaxed.

"My name is Huang Heyuan, I am 16 years old." He paused, "Straight male."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar, and the whole class looked at the last row of windows in the classroom with amazing tacit understanding.

Huang Heyuan: "...?" What is this shocking?Am I the only straight guy in this class?

The boy sitting in the last row raised his head and looked towards Huang Heyuan.It was a boy wearing huge black-rimmed glasses. He hadn't cut his hair for some time, and his bangs covered his eyes. His facial features were ordinary, but quite white.

"Is there any question?" Huang Heyuan looked at the boy and asked.

The boy lowered his head, without much reaction, and gently turned a page of the book.Huang Heyuan inexplicably felt the contempt for him from this person.

"Heh, since there is no problem, I will continue. I currently live in the Jingshui Villa area, and I don't have a girlfriend. I get up at eight in the morning and go to bed at eleven in the evening. I need to sleep for nine hours a day."

"Even if I haven't finished my homework, I won't stay up late. Drink a glass of milk before going to bed, then do 20 minutes of meditation, and fall asleep immediately when I go to bed. I will never leave fatigue and stress until the next day."

"I don't smoke, I fight occasionally, and I like to be clean. Everyone I know says I'm normal. And girls, please pay attention, I'm noble, you don't deserve it."

After some introductions, no one bokied. (Note) The strange-looking students looked at him in shock, and Huang Heyuan walked down the podium in boredom.

Yan Hui arranged Huang Heyuan's position next to the pretentious man.

The table was full of new books, Huang Heyuan flipped through them casually, and stuffed them into the belly of the table.

After the surprise of the transfer students, the main theme of the self-study class is still learning.Yan Hui sat on the podium to approve homework. The students in front of him all lowered their heads, and the classroom was very quiet.

Huang Heyuan didn't know what he was going to do.Strange environment, strange people, he hasn't brought his mobile phone here yet.so boring.

Outside the window is the brick-red teaching building and the blue sky. The autumn wind passes through the emerald green camphor trees, shaking and rustling.

Just come to retire.Four months is not a long time.

Huang Heyuan's mood gradually calmed down, and he was about to sleep on the table when he saw the corner on the right side of the blackboard by mistake.

Students on duty: Xu Buti, Gu Zhengyu, Panda, Baiyunjian.

White, between white clouds?

Huang Heyuan's drowsiness disappeared in an instant, and he knocked on the table at the same table, "Hey, which one is Baiyunjian in your class?"

The tablemate turned half of his face, his calm to strange eyes fell on Huang Heyuan's face through the lens.

Huang Heyuan had a bad feeling in his heart.

"……It's you?"

"Ah."

Huang Heyuan: "..." Ma Shaka.