Long Island High School

Song Jing didn't know He Wenzhou, but He Wenzhou knew Song Jing.Song Jing, the first in grade, was in the same class as him, and was a well-known top student in their class.Although He Wenzhou was in the same experimental class as him, they were always in the same class and often disappeared.Song Jing probably never paid attention to him.

He Wenzhou entered the classroom and found that Song Jing was already inside.He was wearing the most common school uniform white shirt, buttoned up to the top one.Sitting upright, with a straight back, the sun shone in from the window, making his face glow.He wears a pair of glasses on his ear, giving people a very cold feeling all the year round.Fortunately, her face was good, her skin was extremely white, her earlobes were almost transparent under the sunlight, and even the fluff on her neck was not visible.

Probably that part of the neck was too dazzling. He Wenzhou put down his schoolbag and subconsciously looked at Song Jing.

In the past, He Wenzhou didn't care about people like them.In this classroom, two areas are divided, and everyone is clearly separated, and no one cares about the other.They look down on top students, and top students look down on them.We meet as classmates, but we have no communication in private.

The front row is like a war bunker, everyone is reading in the morning with their heads down. The books on the table are piled higher than people, and they are submerged in it so that you can't even see your head.Everyone has a depressive and tense atmosphere on the battlefield.

In his opinion, Song Jing is a boring person who doesn't care about other things except studying.He Wenzhou didn't see him move his place between classes. He didn't drink water or go to the toilet. He just read when he had time.He doesn't talk to others, and his work and rest are very regular.When to study, when to eat, and when to rest are all in his planning.He is like a standard clock, running strictly according to the established rules.

He Wenzhou never thought of dealing with such a person, even if he met on the road, he would not know how to say hello.

But today, it's different.

Song Jing didn't know him.

After being classmates for half a year, Song Jing didn't even know him.

He wears a headset and keeps his eyes on the front row.You Xing looked at him: "Hey, what are you looking at?"

He Wenzhou looked away: "Nothing."

"How do you deal with your wife at night?"

"That's it."

"You still drag me?"

He Wenzhou whispered something in his ear, You Xing laughed loudly: "You are really bad."

He Wenzhou lay down and slept indifferently.

In this classroom, the only thing he can do is sleep.He can sleep from morning to night, pat his ass and leave after school.But today, he couldn't sleep well either.

Cheng Jiajia, the most beautiful girl in their class, is almost every boy's dream lover.She studies well, looks good, and can play the piano well. She is also one of the few girls who is willing to come to the back row to chat.

Their experimental class is a combination of art students and liberal arts students. Cheng Jiajia learns vocal music, and He Wenzhou learns traditional Chinese painting. The two are familiar with each other.

Cheng Jiajia came to collect the weekly diary and tapped on his desk.He Wenzhou buried his head and only gave her the back of his head.

Cheng Jiajia lip-synced quietly: "What's the matter with him?"

You Xing approached courteously: "He was beaten by his wife... No, he didn't fall asleep last night."

Cheng Jiajia thought for a while, then ran to get a box of milk from the table hole and put it on He Wenzhou's table: "You must give it to him for me!"

You Xing was frustrated: "What about mine?"

"Not yours!"

Cheng Jiajia confiscated his weekly diary and left.

During the afternoon activity time, there were many people coming and going in the classroom, and He Wenzhou became more and more restless in his sleep.

The Zhou diary was confiscated, and the teacher asked Cheng Jiajia to come back and ask for it again.Song Jing handed out the papers from front to back, and a group of boys playing basketball came back dripping with sweat and rushed into the tea room.

Gao Yang spun a basketball, and threw it at He Wenzhou when he entered the door.The dirty orange sphere slammed into the table and chairs, making a piercing sound, and knocked people a distance away.He Wenzhou was not relaxed at all, so he stood up abruptly and asked fiercely, "Who?"

Gao Yang caught the basketball and twirled it in his hand: "Why don't you play?"

"Don't go."

"It's almost a basketball game, you know?"

"do not know."

"Hey!"

Gao Yang had always had the best relationship with him. The two of them worked hand in hand and were the two overlords in the class. Why didn't He Wenzhou accept the offer?

"You are so skilled, why don't you go?"

"Why should I go?" He Wenzhou started to pack up his things and leave.

"Let's play."

"It's boring."

"It's not interesting to win an award?"

"It's boring."

"Hey, you are not righteous."

Gao Yang chased after him, relying on his good relationship with him, he threw the ball over again.He Wenzhou didn't pick it up, and slapped the ball back with a bang.Gao Yang lost again, and He Wenzhou shot again.The two were arguing, and the desks were knocked upside down by them, and they couldn't help but get a little angry.

Gao Yang became angry: "He Wenzhou, what are you dragging, you are just like me."

He Wenzhou usually listened to this sentence, but today he vaguely realized that there was a gap between himself and others, maybe a distance that could never be overcome, this sentence was not tasteful.

"What are you?"

He Wenzhou narrowed his eyes.

"Whatever you are, I am what you are."

Gao Yang is still acting like a fool.

The two men were at war, and everyone in the classroom was frightened.Cheng Jiajia hid in the classroom and peeped in anxiously.You Xing wanted to fight, but his small body was like cannon fodder.

Song Jing suddenly appeared in the field of vision of the two boys. He handed out the papers from the front to the back, and the table disappeared.He frowned slightly, as if he still didn't see He Wenzhou: "You guys have to fight."

"See, all the good students despise you."

He Wenzhou knocked Gao Yang down with one punch, and Gao Yang threw himself into a table and chairs, fighting back vigorously.The two came back and forth, and started to fight directly. The sound of hand-to-hand combat was muffled, and the tables and chairs were knocked into the air.In the chaos, Song Jing shuttled between the two young men who had hormone attacks, and had to avoid the punches and kicks of the two. Seeing that he couldn't finish it, he stopped.

He Wenzhou thought he was fighting, but he didn't, and saw the two getting more and more anxious, and the nosebleeds came out.

The teacher is here.

Liu Pei, the head teacher, stood on the corridor and yelled at them: "What are you doing!"

Gao Yang wiped his nosebleed, and the villain complained first: "He Wenzhou beat someone!"

Liu Pei's eyes swept over He Wenzhou, and He Wenzhou pushed Gao Yang away: "He did it."

"Who made the move first?"

No one answered.

A group of onlookers outside the window slipped away after being glared at by Lao Liu's stern eyes.Only Song Jing was left standing by the wall expressionlessly.

Liu Pei asked: "Which one of them did it first, did you see it?"

Song Jing was silent.

Gao Yang was anxious to defend himself, but Lao Liu raised his hand to tell him to shut up.He Wenzhou was also looking at Song Jing, it was obvious that Gao Yang provoked him first, who was he afraid of?

"Don't be afraid, tell me which one of them will do it first."

Song Jing raised his eyelids and said calmly for a while.

"He Wenzhou."

Old Liu twisted He Wenzhou's ears and went out. Gao Yang gloated, but was yelled out by Liu Pei.

"You come here too!"

He Wenzhou stared at Song Jing, it turned out that he didn't know him!

But the fuck was he the first to do it? !