When the god of learning went to a garbage middle school

In English class, the female teacher was playing listening comprehension, almost all the students behind were sleeping on the table, and some of them were listening to music with earphones.

The voa slow English is playing slowly in the tape recorder, which sounds very pleasant.

Yu Chen was listening to English carefully, holding the key words in his hand, when someone poked his arm with a pen suddenly, Yu Chen ignored him and concentrated on writing the question.

Seeing that Yu Chen ignored him, Gu Sheng continued to poke him with his pen, poking and poking.

Yu Chen turned his head and glared: "What are you doing?"

Gu Sheng said: "I have no oil in the refill, so I need to borrow a pen."

Yu Chen hurriedly took out a black pen from the pen case and threw it over. At this time, the listening comprehension had entered the next part. Yu Chen filled in an option for the unwritten question and listened carefully to the next question.

Yu Chen's listening has always been bad, it's a weak part, so that every time the teacher plays the listening, he always listens most carefully, because the worse the part, the more room for improvement.

Gu Sheng finished writing the short story he had conceived, and wanted Yu Chen to give his opinion, so he poked Yu Chen's arm with the tip of his pen.Yu Chen was wearing a white long sleeve, but the cuffs were pulled up to his arms. Gu Sheng saw the white arm, and there were several red marks on the white arm.

In fact, Gu Sheng's poking strength was not strong, even a little light.

Seeing that Yu Chen didn't pay attention to him, Gu Sheng stretched out his hand and just touched him, when he saw Yu Chen looked irritable and glared at him viciously.

Yu Chen made a gesture to shut up: "Don't disturb me."

"I'll kill you if you quarrel again!"

Gu Sheng: "..." Okay.

His great works are doomed to be appreciated by no one.

Gu Sheng was too bored, so he took out his mobile phone from his pocket to play. It happened that some news came over, and there were some pictures. When he opened it with his fingers, Gu Sheng's eyes gradually turned cold.

after class.

Yu Chen was about to ask Gu Sheng why he poked him just now, but when he saw that there was no one in the seat, He Qiuzi who was at the back table disappeared without a trace.

A corner of the school forest.

Gu Sheng had a lighted cigarette in his mouth, and the smoke was lingering. He stared down at the muttering person lying on the ground in front of him, expressionless.His long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were as cold as ice knives.

He suddenly squatted down, and patted the face of the boy whose nose was bruised and swollen from the beating, making a loud noise.

"Next time pick up my sister, put your eyes on me." The voice was very cold and hoarse, and then he got up and took back his hat from He Qiuzi, put it on his head, threw the burnt cigarette butt on the ground and twirled it with his feet.

On the way, He Qiuzi asked, "Should I play ball or go to an Internet cafe to play games?"

Gu Sheng took out a chocolate candy from his pocket, stuffed it in his mouth casually: "Can't I go back to the classroom to study?"

"Oh, brother, please don't tease me."

He Qiuzi looked at him and stretched out his hand: "Give me one."

"No."

"Buy it yourself." The words were very short and clear.

Gu Sheng tidied up the wrinkles on his clothes, and patted He Qiuzi on the shoulder: "I'm back to the classroom." He waved his hand after speaking.

He Qiuzi watched Gu Sheng on his way back to the classroom with a look of disbelief.

Today's Gu Sheng is too disregarded.

is fake.

damned!Give me back the truth!He gritted his teeth inwardly.

Gu Sheng went to the bathroom and then slowly returned to the classroom. Through the glass window, he saw that his little deskmate was still doing homework, and he was quite fond of studying.Gu Sheng bent his fingers and knocked on the window, Yu Chen raised his head in response, and saw Gu Sheng's dazzling pair of big white teeth all at once.

Yu Chen nodded, and was busy writing his own exercises again.

But when Gu Sheng returned to his seat, Yu Chen keenly sniffed Gu Sheng a few times, and asked casually, "Where did you go just now?"

"Toilet, put some water."

Yu Chen nodded, coughed lightly, then took out a mask from the belly of the table and put it on: "You smell like smoke." It's so heavy.

Gu Sheng also specially went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth three or four times, and returned to the classroom until the smell of cigarettes on his body was almost gone. Unexpectedly, Yu Chen smelled it as soon as he smelled it, thinking that this person might not be a dog's nose.

Seeing that his mask was hanging on his face, Gu Sheng lowered his head and sniffed his clothes and asked tentatively, "Is the smell very strong? It shouldn't be."

Yu Chen explained: "I'm more sensitive to the smell of cigarettes. When you just sat down, my throat started to itch and I couldn't help coughing."

Gu Sheng was amused when he heard it: "Then you are not a humanoid police dog?"

Yu Chen glanced at him.

I suspect you are calling me a dog.

And I have proof.

Halfway through the conversation, Gu Sheng became curious again: "Seeing that you love to study, which school did you go to before? How did you transfer to Yinshui?"

Yu Chen stopped writing on the draft paper, put down the pen, and turned to look at him: "I was fired for fighting, so turn around."

"Just you? This one with thin arms and thin legs, let alone you, I can hit five!" He stretched out his hand and squeezed Yu Chen's wrist while speaking. It was really thin and white, so it looked good anyway.Gu Sheng really couldn't imagine the scene where Yu Chen hit someone with his hands, his arm was like a matchstick, who could he beat!

Not long after, the class bell rang, and the little old man who taught Chinese hurried up to the podium, and slapped the lesson plan hard on the podium, making a loud noise.

"Don't sleep, those who are talking, shut up, be quiet, and start class now!" The little old man spoke in a loud and stern voice, so sharp that it seemed to be able to pierce the classroom!

The little old man, surnamed Wu, has been teaching for decades and has a bad temper.

Yu Chen has seen it before. When he speaks, he can't move the dog, and he will swear at people. Sometimes his temper will directly throw the book in front of the table, and the swear words will come out.

No wonder there are fewer students who sleep after the Chinese class.

Old man Wu picked up a piece of chalk from the podium, and wrote the article "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng" on the blackboard.

The words are very beautifully written, with a strong pen, with a stroke and a stroke, chic and sharp.

After the lecture, old man Wu asked the students to do their own homework. Yu Chen took out two Chinese exercise books, lowered his head and asked Gu Sheng in a low voice: "You only have one book for mathematics, English, physics and chemistry. Why do you have two books for Chinese?"

Gu Sheng: "I don't know, the school sent it."

Yu Chen flipped through the paper and found that the analysis of the answers later was not accepted.

Gu Sheng looked at the workbook and explained: "Old man Wu doesn't take away all the math answers like Mr. Liu. Usually the math questions are left empty because I can't write them." He flipped through the dozens of pages of answers in the back of the workbook while talking. , quite thick stack,: "Every time I see the Chinese answers in the back, I don't want to copy."

Yu Chen: "..."

The moment old man Wu walked out of the classroom after class, Yu Chen could feel the whole class breathe a sigh of relief.

Gu Sheng reached out and knocked on his table: "Do you want to go to the toilet?"

"No." Why do they look like little girls in groups when going to the toilet? Is it possible that they have to stand in line to compare their size when entering the toilet?

"Okay." After Gu Sheng finished speaking, he went to call another boy who usually hangs out with him to go to the toilet.

Yu Chen called him at the front desk while class was over: "Friend, can you stop shaking your legs in class?" I don't know what habit this person has, he always likes to shake his legs in class, and the table followed him, making Yu Chen The writing is crooked, and the unattractive characters look like tadpoles.

The front desk turned around, and there was a white and chubby face. He frowned and asked tentatively, "Aren't you afraid of him?"

Yu Chen: "?"

Who are you afraid of?

The face at the front desk shook, and he said, "Aren't you afraid of Gu Sheng? Besides, it was said in the small group that you and Gu Sheng would not survive the first day at the same table." Unexpectedly, you not only survived the first day, but even the first day. The second day and the third day...all survived, and seemed to get along very well.

Yu Chen tapped his finger on the table, and his head reacted flexibly: "So you are shaking your legs because of him?"

The front desk smiled wryly, his face was almost squeezed together, "I used to have a fight with him in the first year of high school, and it was indeed my fault at that time, and I was also frightened by his beating, so I even kept a grade because of it. From now on, we won’t be able to see each other if we’re not on the same building.” The front desk was about to cry when he said the next sentence: “But I don’t even know that he’s also repeating a second grade in high school!”

As a result, there is not only one grade, but even a class by accident, and now the rounding is also the relationship between the front and back desks!

Lin Jin really didn't want to be in the same class as Gu Sheng, and wanted to transfer to another class, but other teachers didn't accept him. Lin Jin was really scared of being beaten by Gu Sheng, and he still remembers that scene until now.

Gu Sheng stepped on the overturned table, fiddled with a black pen with his right hand, and removed the cap of the pen from time to time.He pinched Lin Jin's neck with his left hand so that he couldn't breathe at all. Lin Jin's face was covered with marks from fists, his eyes were swollen together, and his forehead was stained with blood from hitting the wall. He was panting as if The next moment will die.

In fact, he could hardly stand still. If Gu Sheng hadn't pinched his neck, Lin Jin would have fallen limply to the ground in the next second.

Lin Jin still remembered Gu Sheng's cold eyes that seemed fierce and cold.

There was a strong hostility in his eyes that couldn't be concealed, and he seemed to be tumbling out of black air, and the pen that was being played with in his hand looked like a sharp knife.He asked Lin Jin with sideways eyes, and there seemed to be a smile hidden in his lips: "Who are you fucking? Huh? Say it again? Who are you going to fuck?"

Whenever he thinks of this scene, Lin Jin feels like falling into an ice cellar, his whole body becomes cold and he can't breathe.