Young detective case book

The class bell had already rang for a while, Ou Yuchen asked her sincerely, and hurried to his classroom to attend class.

Teacher Song brought Su Ye into the classroom, briefly introduced the students, and asked everyone to take care of the new students as usual, so he was arranged to sit in the third row.

For students, this is a very good location, they will not eat chalk dust, and the distance from the blackboard is just right, so there is no need to worry about myopia due to distance problems.

Su Ye is short, so this seat is considered a special privilege, probably because of Ou Yuchen's face.

Sitting in a classroom with bright and clean windows, facing the familiar blackboard and desks, I felt a vague sense of unreality day and night.

It seems that what happened a while ago was just a nightmare, my father was not killed, and my mother was not killed accidentally.

Teacher Song opened the textbook and began to give a lecture. Suye found to her annoyance that she had overlooked a very important thing—the teaching progress of the two schools was completely different.

He had just started to learn the inclination angle and slope of a straight line in Seventeenth Middle School, but Mr. Song had already talked about curves and equations.

The class is not the most painful. The most painful thing is that everyone around him is listening carefully, but he can't understand anything at all.

Days feel like years, and I finally survived the difficult 10 minutes.He didn't waste his time figuring out the test questions assigned in class, and simply handed in the blank papers neatly.

The corner of Teacher Song's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything. After class, he called him into the corridor, and whispered: "The teacher doesn't know your progress very well. If you have anything you don't understand, just come to the teacher directly. Of course, go home In the future, you can also ask Ou Yuchen to make up for you, he has very good grades."

After returning to his seat, several students came over to chat with him enthusiastically: "I heard that you transferred from No. [-] High School?"

"Why did you change schools?"

"Aren't the teachers at that school all lousy?"

After asking seven or eight questions, and waiting for half a minute, he replied slowly without raising his head: "Yes."

He answered the first question he heard, and the others were confused.If he asked any more questions, he simply ignored them, opened the math book and started to read, completely ignoring the crowd of onlookers as a decoration.

Of course, those who made fun of him were very unhappy, and gathered together and whispered: "Is there something wrong with him?"

"If there is no special reason, who would transfer in the second year of high school?"

"That's right……"

At first, I paid attention to the volume, but the more excited I became, the louder my voice became.

Su Ye always turned a deaf ear, as if the person being talked about wasn't him at all.Suya was right about one thing, he was indeed withdrawn and eccentric, difficult to get along with.The alienated expression, indifferent tone, and cold attitude all convey the message of repelling people thousands of miles away all the time.

Therefore, after studying for more than ten years, he is still a student who does not please the teacher, and a companion who does not please the classmates.

And his rejection of others is not only disapproving, it is simply gratifying.

It seems that although his body is here, his soul is always immersed in another world of his own.

Distinct and incompatible with the people around him.

The second period is an English class, which is even more tragic than a math class. At least Teacher Song uses Chinese in his lectures, but the English teacher doesn't even speak a word of Chinese, and all he speaks is bird language.Suye worked up all the energy, didn't dare to relax at all, and only heard a few words clearly sporadically.