I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

She didn't know the little story between Shi Rouying and Song Qiulin, and was about to turn her head to tease Song Qiulin, the extra good sister, but the other party directly reached out and picked up her collar and walked forward, passing by the one who was still standing there. Several people.

Wen Yu's resistance was futile, and she took a few steps in the same way as pinching a dick, and she loosened her collar when she was let go, "You still have three seconds to make a statement, explain it carefully, and I will consider whether I should spit at you or not." fragrance."

"Stop interacting with her."

"Who?" Wen Yu swiped his long arm, passing the people walking in a row behind, "There are so many, which "she" are you talking about?"

"The one next to Yan Xun." Song Qiulin actually didn't remember Shi Rouying's name.

"Isn't she just a little girl..." Wen Yu suddenly remembered that day at the bar, Shi Rouying looked at Song Qiulin's eyes, she wanted to adore Song Qiulin's eyes, she was so sticky, "Couldn't she be that emmm?"

Song Qiulin glanced at her indifferently, and didn't say anything, which was regarded as acquiescing.

"She's not as innocent as you think."

Wen Yu was almost taken aback by her rambling words, and when she looked back, she saw the smiling Yan Xun holding hands with Shi Rouying in a good relationship.

There's something really wrong with this girl, Yan Xun, the idiot, was the one who suffered first.

She rubbed her temples, and finally realized a little bit of Wen Liu's mentality. Now she looks at Yan Xun as if she were looking at an uneasy kid, either being silly and happy all day long, or picking a day to stage an emotional outburst in adolescence.

Her little heart is not enough.

When he arrived at the store, Wen Yu saw Grandma Liu sitting on a stool holding a photo frame and looking at it in a daze. When she saw Yan Xun coming, she quickly laughed, "Xun Xun is here."

Others only now know that Yan Xun is her granddaughter.

"Little girl, you are really lucky, your grandma's craftsmanship is amazing." Zhang Youyuan leaned against the front desk to order food locally.

Compared with his parents, Yan Xun seems to like this grandma more. When he talks, he is completely different from the rebellious child who criticizes and contradicts at home.

"Grandma, I miss your egg fried rice, I want to eat more today!"

Grandma Liu touched her head with a smile, "Okay, I'll cook a big bowl for you today."

Yan Xun pointed, "It's the kind of bowl sister Wen Yu eats."

Wen Yu was concentrating on looking at the menu, but he didn't expect to be shot like this.

There was only one clerk who helped chop the vegetables in the kitchen, but Grandma Liu was also agile, and the dishes for a large table were served quickly.

With his back to the door, Wen Yu ate the rice in the bowl with a spoon, and kept looking at Grandma Liu.

She knew the person on the photo frame, it was Yan Hao's childhood photo.

It is estimated that Yan Hao's death day has just passed, and grandma is still in a bad mood.

"Concentrate." Song Qiulin patted her waist from behind, picked up the rice grains she dropped on the table with a tissue and threw them into the trash.

"Oh..." Then he naturally took a shrimp dumpling from Song Qiulin's steamer, but put a rib back for her in a very principled manner.

"Sister Qiulin, do you eat shrimp dumplings? If I can't eat any more, I can give them to you." Shi Rouying pushed her share over with great insight.

Song Qiulin picked up the rib and replied indifferently, "Sorry, I don't have the habit of eating other people's food."

Zhang Youyuan: Then I am blind?

Yan Xun asked for a big bowl of fried rice but couldn't finish it, feeling his swollen stomach in distress, "Sister Wen Yu, I can't eat anymore, please help me eat some."

"She can't eat anymore." Song Qiulin took the lead, met Wen Yu's innocent and puzzled look, and whispered to her, "It's not good to eat too much."

Wen Yu: I don't eat much today, but you take care of more than my sister.

After lunch, a few people walked back in a mighty manner, but Wen Yu was still worried.

"Well, you guys go first, I'll buy another shrimp dumpling to take back to eat."

"Then help me take a share too. Grandma's shrimp dumplings are really delicious." Zhang Youyuan said.

"it is good."

When Wen Yu returned to the store, there were not many customers. Grandma Liu was packing up their leftover dishes, and for some reason she thought of something, holding Yan Xun's leftover bowl of fried rice and weeping silently.

Wen Yu felt sour when he saw this scene, and called her, "Grandma Liu."

Hearing her voice, the old man wiped away his tears to hide his emotions. Wen Yu stepped forward to help her clean up the dishes, and took her hand into the room.

"what happened to you?"

Grandma Liu suddenly looked at her with very kind eyes, and stretched out her hand to touch her head, "Every time I see you, I think of Haohao, he also likes to eat my egg fried rice the most, but every time he eats it Remember to leave half for Xun Xun."

Wen Yu felt uncomfortable seeing her like this, so he planned to be a quiet listener and let her confide in her emotions.

"Xun Xun, this silly child, always thinks that she killed Haohao. She was originally a smart child, but now her mother forced her into this state..."

"I will persuade her well, don't worry."

"Yeah, now she will listen to you, and nothing I say will work."

"I have saved money all my life, and I want to save it for when my two brothers and sisters get married, but Haohao doesn't need it now..." She rubbed her thumb against the boy's face on the photo frame, falling into her own world, "I still want to However, Haohao is so good, I will definitely be able to watch him come back with a lot of perfect test papers to ask for rewards, watch him go to the best university, find a good job, and finally marry a beautiful wife, and then I will take care of them child……"

As she spoke, her nasal voice became more and more serious, and she seemed to be unable to bear it. Wen Yu quickly hugged her, "Think of me as him, I will take full marks for him, I will take care of Yan Xun for her, and I will take care of Yan Xun for her. He respects you."

The old man trembled, and a stream of hot tears rolled down Wen Yu's neck...

Wen Yu's eyes were still a little red when he went out, so he could only hide it by lowering his head.

When walking around the corner, a pair of familiar shoes suddenly appeared in sight, Wen Yu trembled his eyelashes, raised his face, and said in a daze, "Why are you here?"

"Waiting for you." Song Qiulin looked at Wen Yu with clear eyes, and then commented in concise words, "Wen Yu, you are crying."

Wen Yu stood where he was, bit his lip, but the tears fell more frequently.

Song Qiulin approached her, stood in front of her, "Open your hands."

Wen Yu sniffed, struggling to distinguish her expression from her blurred vision.

"Open your hands." Song Qiulin repeated again, "Let me hug you."

In an instant, the tense emotions broke down. Wen Yu stood on tiptoe, hugged Song Qiulin's neck tightly and sobbed, "Song Qiulin... Tell me, it's fine if I disappear."

Song Qiulin patiently stroked the girl's trembling back with his palm, "No."

Her eyes fell on the girl's white neck that was gradually flushing. She lowered her eyes to suppress the emotions in her eyes, and said in a calm tone, "At least I will be sad if you disappear."

"thanks……"

Wen Yu was in a good mood, adjusting herself while crying, she couldn't break down, she had to give Grandma Liu a full score in the test and come back to see, if she got a full score, she would definitely have to go to class and do her homework seriously... Fuck, she suddenly remembered In my drawer, there is still half an unfinished paper to be handed in before the first class in the afternoon.

I can't cry anymore, I have to go back to do my homework.

She sniffled and looked at Song Qiulin's school uniform collar, which was mostly wet, with a little regret, "Why don't you take it off and I'll take it back and wash it for you?"

"Need not."

"Oh, do you have any paper, I sniff my nose."

Song Qiulin: ...

When he packed up his emotions and went back to the classroom, Wen Yu was arrested by the math teacher Li who was waiting at the door again.

It's not an exaggeration to say that he caught her. He acted like he was waiting to catch a suspect at the door. When he lifted her by the neck, he was quick and deft, and he couldn't tell that he was five or sixty years old.

"You're welcome, sit down."

Why did every teacher say this at the beginning, Wen Yu muttered to himself, carefully sitting opposite him.

Looking around the circle, there was no one there, and they probably all went to eat.

"Teacher, I will definitely study hard and make progress every day. I will never hold back the class. I will hand in my homework on time and go to class without going to sleep. I will not skip classes and be late. Please stop scolding me..."

It’s always right to admit mistakes first.

Lao Li stopped drinking hot tea, and a sip of water was in his throat and almost sprayed into the trachea.

"What are you talking about? When did I say I was going to scold you?"

"Then you..." Wen Yu made a movement, pinching his own neck, "Press me in like a prisoner."

Teacher Li shook his head, "I'm asking how you're thinking about the competition class. I asked Qiulin to talk to you before."

"Oh, this matter." Wen Yu had a small calculation in his heart, pretending to be hesitant, "Think about it again, the homework in the first class is tight, and I can't even find time to go to the bathroom, maybe I don't have time to participate... ..."

Mrs. Li has lived for decades so how can she fail to see her careful thinking, besides, he was also present when the old witch trained Wen Yu in the morning.

"For the children in the competition class, I will sign off all the leave forms for evening self-study." He took a sip of tea slowly, "The self-disciplined ones can pass the exam without being watched, and the undisciplined ones can still do well with an iron chain on their hearts. Fly around outside."

"Ms. Li, you still have the right to see through. I think exactly the same as you."

The high school teachers are different from the university teachers in the kite-flying education model, which is called pressing every step of the way. I wish you would follow me when you go to the toilet, and there is usually a sentence on your mouth, "When you go to college, no one will be like me. Staring at you like this, I don’t know how to cherish it” or “It’s a good thing someone is staring at you. When even the teacher doesn’t want to care about you, then you will really be abandoned and you will be finished.”

Wen Yu has heard these words since she was a child, and her ears are almost calloused, but she does not deny the teaching effect of this kind of teacher. It is true that adolescent children generally do not have high self-control, and a little temptation will fly all over the sky, otherwise It's just lazy, this kind of thing really needs someone to follow behind and use a whip to learn.

But Wen Yu's situation is different. She lacks a motive, and now that she has a motive, she doesn't want to live the muddle-headed life before.

"What? I want to come."

Aren't you inviting me?

Lao Li took out an application form, "After the monthly exam, a school will organize a small competition. Come in and try if you win the first prize."

All the children in the competition class were carefully selected by him. If someone suddenly fell from the sky, they might not be able to convince the crowd without any achievements.

Lao Li didn't want to see the place he was in charge of becoming as smoky as the first class.

Wen Yu rubbed her nose with her thumb, she didn't care about the competition, she was thinking about something else, "Then, I promise you that I will participate in the competition, and you sign me a leave form for late self-study in advance."

"To tell you the truth, teacher, I like to yell loudly when I study. The louder I yell, the better my memory will be. If this affects other students in the class, it will be bad..."

Lao Li gently put the cup on the table, tapped the registration form with the tip of the pen, "Fill it out."

He doesn't mind negotiating conditions with students, as long as the other party is trustworthy. In his opinion, Wen Yu has a lot of thoughts, but at least his thoughts are pure, unlike some students and teachers who pretend to be obedient and do small tricks behind their backs.

"Hey! Okay!" Wen Yu knew that he agreed.

Wen Yu returned to the classroom a step later than Song Qiulin, so no one else suspected that they were together.

"Wen Yu, the head teacher asked you to fill out this application form for evening self-study, remember to take it back and sign it with your parents." The English class representative came over and put a piece of paper on Wen Yu's desk.

"Oh, just right." Wen Yu touched his pocket, took out the one-semester evening self-study leave form that Lao Li gave her just now, and pushed it back together with the form, "Ms. Li asked me to give this to the head teacher , take it with you."

The representative of the English class pushed his glasses and read the words clearly, "Application for leave? The monitor handed it in at the same time. You can give it to the monitor. Then I will return the form."

"Oh!"

"what!"

Wen Yu was almost taken aback by Zhang Youyuan who suddenly appeared on her shoulder. She promised that if she fell ill one day, she would have nothing to do with this person.

"You have also joined the competition class." Zhang Youyuan glanced at the list, wrinkled his nose, "Sister Song and Sister Tang also handed in the list, if you don't come, I will copy whose homework I will study at night."

As a person who has changed her mind and is ready to study hard every day, Wen Yuyu patted her on the shoulder earnestly, "You Yuan, study hard."

Zhang Youyuan probed her forehead and asked sincerely, "What's wrong with you, do you have a fever?"

"Look up." Wen Yu brushed her hand away.

"Look at what?"

Wen Yu pointed to the smog outside the window, his eyes dim, "Look at your future, the college entrance examination is only a few days away, you should feel nervous."

"Are you bewitched? Who was the one who robbed Sister Song's homework with me and copied it?"

Wen Yu shook his head calmly, "Not familiar, I don't know."

Tang Yi inserted the knife at the right time, "Student Zhang, I hope you can also wake up soon. You are the only one among our four tables who is still stuck in the quagmire and doesn't know how to make progress."

Wen Yu nodded, "Yeah, it's okay, don't follow any anchor surnamed Li anymore, it's too much trouble, the most important thing for students is to study."

"What does this have to do with Li Yanran?"

"Look at the news on the Internet, middle school students steal their parents' bank cards to buy gifts for a certain anchor, etc. I don't want to see you become like that."

Zhang Youyuan: "Are the two of you the upper body of the class teacher? You can teach one by one."

Wen Yu and Tang Yi looked at each other and smiled.

At first, Zhang Youyuan thought that Wen Yu was just singing and joking with Tang Yi, but after several days in a row, she actually went to class without deserting or sleeping, and even occasionally asked Song Qiulin humbly when get out of class was over.

She couldn't help but look out of the window again in the direction Wen Yu pointed out. She suspected that the sun had been coming out from the west recently.

Song Qiulin was not surprised.

She could see that as long as a person like Wen Yu made up his mind, nothing could stop her. Although she didn't know where the determination came from or why it came suddenly, it was just that Wen Yu's eyes were obviously brighter than before. I can feel the vigor in her body, which seems to affect her emotional fluctuations - I don't know why, the closer the exam is, the more pens she loses in the belly of the desk.

At first it was only one, but she didn’t mind that someone would borrow it occasionally, she just remembered to put away the pen after use, but this didn’t stop her from losing the pen, even later, apart from the pen, there were often less pens in the desk pocket Inexplicable little things.

But this thief is very strange. After stealing her used pen, she will replace it with a new one soon. If she didn't remember where she put the pen, it would be hard to detect.

Committing crimes so frequently, how can she not show her feet... She turned her gaze to Wen Yu, who had been asking questions attentively recently.

"Same table, same table, you look at this again?"

"where?"

"Here." Wen Yu pointed, "I don't have a pen with me, so write with your pen."

Song Qiulin took out a new pen from the pen case, held it vaguely with his long white fingers, and wrote a few formulas on the test paper.

"Oh, oh, I understand, I understand." Wen Yu quickly put away the test paper, so fast that one wondered if she had listened carefully.

"Pen." Song Qiulin raised his hand with great interest, holding the pen between his fingers and shaking it in front of her eyes.

Wen Yu swallowed with difficulty, his eyes were fixed on the hands with slender joints so that they could be seen to the extreme, there was yellow waste in his mind, and he could write an [-]-character essay just by looking at his hands.

"You, forget about it, this is yours."

"Yeah." Song Qiulin hooked his lips, "I've lost my pen a lot lately, but I thought, if I was more conscious and gave it to the person who stole the pen, would she be able to save a little effort and not waste my time here? It's about stealing chickens and dogs."

Wen Yu seemed to be caught by the tail, and his breathing became more cautious, "The person who stole your pen said that she just wanted to be in the light of your test."