Long Island High School

One afternoon, they went to a milk tea shop first, and He Wenzhou asked them to order casually, and a group of young men almost stomped down the door of the shop.He Wenzhou licked a popsicle, but Ling Yan didn't let him smoke, so he licked the popsicle.Then he took them to dinner, He Wenzhou treated the guests, and later went to sing, making noise until very late.A group of people wanted to knock down the roof of the house, and they didn't do their homework. The family members searched everywhere, and they just came home in a daze.

Together with You Xing, He Wenzhou called a car for Ling Yan.

Ling Yan hung drunkenly on He Wenzhou: "He Wenzhou, you bastard, you have no conscience!"

He Wenzhou said: "Go back and give me a call."

"You just let me go!"

Ling Yan hangs around his neck, hugging him tightly.

He Wenzhou patted her on the back and sent her to the car.

Ling Yan suddenly felt that his eyes were hot, and he didn't even look at the people in the rearview mirror.

The driver asked where Ling Yan was going?

The girl yelled: "Didn't you see I was crying!"

After Ling Yan left, only He Wenzhou and You Xing were left.You Xing watched his cousin light a cigarette with a lighter, and the boy in the smoke gave him a playful smile.

You Xing really felt that he was extremely heartless.

He Wenzhou asked, "Where are you going?"

You Xing said: "Go back, my dad must be looking for me."

"Your father is really long-winded."

"Then I'm not you either. My mom looks at me like a prisoner, and my dad looks like he's visiting a prison every time he sees me."

He Wenzhou stubbed out the cigarette and smiled slightly.

"Be content, have a good father."

"Hee hee, that is, it can save me from the mouth of tigers and wolves every time."

"Next time I see my aunt, I will tell her that you call her a tigress."

"He Wenzhou!"

The two were laughing, and He Wenzhou got on his bicycle.

You Xing asked: "Aren't you going back?"

He Wenzhou waved at him, he had already ridden far away.

Sometimes, You Xing doesn't know where he hangs out.But the next day, He Wenzhou would still show up at school on time.

The next day, He Wenzhou still fell asleep on the table.It's just that this day, he always felt uncomfortable sleeping, and he got up from time to time to look ahead.

In a math class, he tilted his head and looked at the back of the front row for a long time.The morning sun shrouded the man like a halo.The classroom is very stuffy, and the math teacher's class is very boring, only the area around the man is cool and cold, even the white shirt he wears has a holy light.

What is he proud of?

Yesterday's humiliation didn't break his arrogance, but instead made him stand out of the mud?

He Wenzhou narrowed his eyes and thought, the math teacher finished writing the blackboard writing and asked some students to come forward to solve the problem.If you don't die, just read his name.

You Xing called his name through two people: "Lao He, I'm calling you!"

Gao Yang kicked his stool.

He Wenzhou stood up.

People in the classroom were chattering, and the math teacher said, "He Wenzhou, come and solve the first problem."

It is said that the teacher in charge of the class will not ask questions to the students in the back row, and the students in the back row also ignore the classroom rules.Everyone turned a blind eye, each had their own plans for their own way out, and the cultural class was just a show.

But the math teacher is not so easy to deal with, she hates people who provoke the classroom rules.Every math class, the people in the back row will tighten their skin.

He Wenzhou first fell asleep for half a class in a stately manner, and then wandered out of his mind, making small movements constantly.The math teacher has long disliked him.

He Wenzhou was holding chalk in front of the blackboard, his mind was empty.The above formula knew him, he didn't know the formula.The math teacher walked around the classroom in high heels. Some were immersed in calculations, while others stared at the blackboard and sniggered.

The sun shines on the blackboard through the window, and He Wenzhou never felt that this moment was so long.

The chalk rubbed against the blackboard, and I couldn't write for a long time.He seemed to be able to feel everyone's eyes, like sharp arrows, like thorns on his back.

He thought he didn't care, but sometimes, it will measure your value, your gap, and then shit on your head.

He Wenzhou put down the chalk, turned around and said, "I won't."

The math teacher glanced at him as expected, and said in an almost doting tone: "Song Jing, come here and explain it to him, and write it down step by step."

Song Jing got up and went to the podium, standing next to He Wenzhou, without any hesitation, from knowing to analyzing, wrote step by step, formula in detail and fluently on half the blackboard, the last stroke, the chalk vibrated on the blackboard to produce powder, But half a minute.

The teacher sent him back to his seat with eyes of praise, and said to the whole class: "This is the template answer, Song Jing is the most perfect. You should also learn from him when you have time, and see how he learns. Some people should not think that they are If you take a special major, you don’t have to go to class. However, you still have to come back to repeat the cultural class. Are all artists ignorant? Don’t think too highly of yourself.”

He Wenzhou's face was ashen on the podium.

After the math teacher gave a speech, he realized that he said, "Go down."

He Wenzhou got down from the podium, that class was a shame he had never had before.

In activity class, Gao Yang invited him to play, and He Wenzhou went.As a result, everyone on the court suffered. Brother Gongzi had nowhere to vent his anger. Gao Yang was hit twice by the ball and almost fought again.

He Wenzhou failed to hand in the weekly diary several times, Cheng Jiajia's concealment was discovered by the teacher, and Song Jing was changed to accept it.

Song Jing looked at He Wenzhou on the playground, and wrote down the names of those who hadn't handed in on the blackboard.

He Wenzhou came back covered in sweat, and when he entered the door, he saw his name clearly appearing in the lower right corner of the blackboard.

Song Jing was carrying a stack of weekly diaries to send to the office, but He Wenzhou blocked him in the door.

"Is there something wrong with you?"

Song Jing looked around and wanted to go around.

He Wenzhou's anger completely flared up, he pushed Song Jing violently, and said sarcastically, "Isn't it great to be a good student? A good student can look down on a poor student? What about your quality? Aren't you perfect? ​​Are you tired of pretending?" Are you tired?"

Song Jing was pushed back again and again by him, the table was knocked loudly, the atmosphere was about to explode, and everyone was silent, not daring to fight.

Song Jing's lower back hurt, he managed to maintain a deadpan expression and said, "I don't look down on poor students, I just look down on you."

He Wenzhou's face instantly became very ugly.