Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Pimple's face was as angry as if he had practiced the toad kung fu, his cheeks were so big, he planned to spit out a mouthful of poisonous juice to attack him when he followed.

Fortunately, his attack was unsuccessful, and another male student came to the front door of Class [-] and Class [-] of junior high school.

With a basketball tucked in his thick arm, he walked 45 yards steaming towards the row of seats by the window.

Then he stopped at the place where Song Jianyu sat down for the first time. The other party was about to sit down with the basketball in his hands when he saw the pimple-faced winking at him.

He also pointed to Song Jianyu behind him, "Brother Zhu, when you didn't come just now, Zhou Yichen sat in your seat and refused to leave for a long time, so I drove him away."

Song Jianyu, who was behind the two, heard his name and raised his hand in a good mood to show his presence: "Piggy, look here."

Subconsciously, Zhu Jiajun followed that slender and clean palm, looked at Zhou Yichen's bright smiling face, frowned fiercely, picked up the basketball under his arm, and threw it at that head.

"Snapped!"

Song Jianyu sat on the seat and caught the basketball with only one hand. The orange basketball was bouncing in his palm. With the other hand, he hooked the pencil case and took out the black one from inside. watercolor brushes.

In front of the whole class, Song Jianyu wrote five big characters like a dog planing on the basketball.

"Only for Zhu Jiajun."

"Zhou Yichen! Give me back the basketball."

Song Jianyu, who had finished writing the content, saw a figure in a suit walking outside the classroom door from the corner of his eye. He raised the corner of his mouth and threw the basketball out of his hand.

The round sphere jumped high into the air, aimed at the direction of the front door of the classroom, and smashed it with full momentum.

Seeing his basketball flying to the other side, Zhu Jiajun hurriedly chased after him, yelling "My basketball!"

The basketball with his name engraved on it was first aimed at the head of the head teacher of the second and third classes of junior high school, and hit it.

Because the force was too great, the middle-aged male teacher who just pushed open the teacher's door only felt a "beep" sound in his head.

When the basketball fell from his forehead, it also pulled off the wig he fixed in the morning.

Bald head, fat face, frightened and angry!Surprised!

Wang Mingmang, the homeroom teacher in the second and third classes of junior high school, explained the meaning of his name through practical actions.

With a pale face, he picked up the basketball on the ground and looked at the five characters of dog planing on it, and then looked at Zhu Jiajun who was standing in the middle of the road and hadn't returned to his seat.

"Zhu Jiajun! Stand outside for me!"

Amidst the deafening roar, Zhu Jiajun pointed his brows straight at Song Jianyu's face watching the excitement.

"I didn't throw it, Zhou Yichen grabbed my basketball and threw it out."

Wang Mang looked over with blazing eyes.

Song Jianyu held the books to be read in the morning class in his hands, with a dazed expression of just being woken up from the sea of ​​books, and his big black and white eyes met Wang Mang with an "ah".

There are four big characters engraved on the whole body.

Wu, innocent, well-behaved, clever.

"You obviously threw the ball! Teacher, if you don't believe me, ask other people in the class!" Zhu Jiajun saw that the picture was not good for him, and immediately jumped to ask other students in the class to help him verify it.

"Zhou Jing, you said, Li Sangsang, you saw it just now! That ball is obviously not mine! It was Zhou Yichen who aimed at me, right!"

Every student whose name was called by him lowered his head a little timidly, hesitating to speak.

Zhu Jiajun has been bullying everyone in the classroom because of his height and size. If he helps him, he will definitely be criticized by the head teacher.

Wang Mang is well-known in the entire Jinhe Middle School for being strict. He leads three classes in his hand, and his teaching ability is quite good. At the same time, he is also very strict with students.

Chatting and playing basketball while not studying in the morning class, and making loud noises, students will ask their parents to come over if they disagree.

Therefore, although everyone was afraid of Zhu Jiajun, they were even more afraid that Wang Mang would know that they were watching the excitement during the morning classes, everyone lowered their heads and held books, and no one dared to ask Zhu Jiajun for questioning.

In this regard, Wang Mang turned his attention to Zhu Jiajun who was still slandering others, and said sternly, "Zhu Jiajun! If you don't trouble Zhou Yichen for a day, you will die! Take your schoolbag and stand outside the classroom door. Your parents invited me to come to the school! I want to ask them, are you here to study or to make trouble!"

Adults' disgust and accusations are very lethal to these fourteen or fifteen-year-old children.

When Zhu Jiajun went out with his schoolbag dejected, he looked at Song Jianyu wishing he could stab him to death with a knife.

The obedient student holding the book winked at that distorted fat face, and opened his mouth to silently send him two words: "Shabi!"

An irritable and irritable boy, he never thought that this submissive guy would dare to say such things to him.

Throwing the schoolbag in his hand out, he rushed towards Song Jianyu's desk like a cannonball.

"Zhou Yichen, what did you just say! Say what you said again! Teacher, he scolded me!"

The boy sitting on the chair heard that he slowly raised the textbook in his hand: "I am reciting "Fish I Want". Life is also what I want, and what I want is more important than the living, so I don't try to get it; death Also what I hate, what I hate is worse than the dead, so I can't get rid of it.

Wang Mang, as the language teacher of the second and third classes of junior high school, nodded with satisfaction: "I asked you all to recite this piece of classical Chinese at home last night, and now I will start reciting it from Zhou Yichen. Go back and invite your parents over."

Song Jianyu didn't care how Zhu Jiajun went out to call his parents.

After the morning class, when he was going to the bathroom, a hurried figure stepped on his shoe deliberately and forcefully, made a face at him and shouted "sissy" while he was going to go to the bathroom.

The boy with his hands in his pockets glanced at the trampled black upper, silently looked up at the guy rushing into the men's room, remembering that face.

Song Jianyu clicked his tongue, and slowly swayed in, looking at him with countless pairs of eyes.

Someone pulled the zipper and squinted at the big stupid man beside him, "What are you looking at? Jealousy?"

The big fool: "Are you Zhou Yichen?"

Zhou Yichen, from the second and third classes of junior high school, is considered a celebrity in Jinhe Middle School. His grades are always number one, but he is nicknamed a sissy. The six slaps in the bathroom last time have long been private, and all kinds of videos have gone crazy.

"No, I'm your uncle." After Song Jianyu finished speaking, he elbowed the big fool: "Sun Zai, do you know where the bad students in our school like to go?"

"Really... the back wall of the laboratory?"

After the big idiot finished speaking, he realized that this guy was taking advantage of him, and rushed up, "Zhou Yichen! What did you mean by what you just said? How did you become my uncle!"

The boy who put on the zipper to wash his hands lightly glanced at the shelled peanut with his black and white eyes, sighed and shook his head: "I probably really can't be your grandfather, otherwise my family will not have such a grandson." Later."

The big fool: "!!"

Although he didn't understand a single word, he was sure he was mocking him for what was going on! !

After rejecting a junior who recognized relatives, they will have a half-hour break after the morning class. Many students only start to eat breakfast at this time.

Song Jianyu was not very familiar with Jinhe Middle School. He put his hands in his pockets to play with the corn snake in his pocket. While walking, he wandered to the school bulletin board. Not only was the school district distribution map of Jinhe Middle School posted here, but it was also marked on it. The location of each class and teacher's office.

He found the back wall of the laboratory that he wanted to go to, but Song Jianyu didn't go there by himself, but went to another place by detour.

When he found the principal's office, he knocked on the door and walked in without raising his eyelids.

Ten minutes later, the person with a note in his hand came out of the principal's office, whistled and returned to the second and third classes of junior high school.

During the second class, the person sitting by the window watched a sturdy lady rushing towards the teacher's office holding Zhu Jiajun's ears.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhu Jiajun, with red eyes and ears, returned to Class [-] and Class [-] with his schoolbag.

This class is art. The art teacher is a new teacher who has graduated from normal school for two years. He is teaching them to draw birds on the blackboard. And language.

The man on the chair raised the corners of his mouth and waited for him to approach.

"You wait, Zhou Yichen, today I won't let you kneel on the ground and bark like a dog, so I'll write your name upside down!"

"Don't, Brother Pig. It's my fault that I didn't wake up in the morning class. How about I apologize to you in the back wall of the laboratory after school? My mother gave me a hundred pocket money today. When the time comes I'll give it to you too." Song Jianyu coaxed him with a voice that only two people could hear.

Zhu Jiajun looked at the smiling face, and viciously waved his fists at him a few times in front of the art teacher, as a warning: "Six o'clock in the afternoon, you wait!"

One morning, Song Jianyu went everywhere to experience what it was like to be a middle school student. During the 15 minutes between classes, he walked around Jinhe Middle School alone like a walk.

When it was time to eat at noon, he took out the mobile phone with a broken case in his pocket, turned on the camera mode, and stuffed it into the inside of the table.

Then he left the classroom as if nothing happened.

He walked forward, and the pimply face sitting in front of him threw the chicken bone he gnawed into the stomach of his table.

A few classmates who were eating next to me saw this scene and couldn't stop laughing secretly.

Several female students sitting in the distance saw it, and turned their faces away in disgust.

Song Jianyu didn't have any money on him, and all the 50 yuan in the morning was used to bargain with the aunt in the vegetable market to buy snakes.

At this moment, the whole school was eating lunch, and no one noticed a figure wandering around, who suddenly disappeared.

Ten minutes later, Song Jianyu stuffed the materials he took out into his pocket, walked outside quietly for a while, and then returned to the second and third classes of junior high school.

People who walked into their desks could see a few drops of soup flowing from their desks from a distance.

The few students sitting around Zhu Jiajun giggled, and when he approached, they dispersed in a rush, all running away with their lunch boxes in their hands.

Several other students in the distance saw this scene, and they all looked away from Song Jianyu's calm eyes.

Song Jianyu calmly opened the stool and lifted the single-person desk, bent down to take out the mobile phone inside first, and then carried the dirty desk to the sink to clean it.

In the pool, several teachers who had just eaten saw this scene, and they just took a look and didn't care anymore.

Song Jianyu found a rag and took out the contents of the table to clean it up, when he heard two teachers who had just left chatting with their backs to him.

"Zhou Yichen is good at everything, but this personality is not boyish at all. This is the first time he has been bullied. Boys should have a stronger personality."

"Yeah, Zhu Jiajun bullied him a few times. Last time when his face was swollen like that, I asked him if he was beaten. He stubbornly said no and didn't allow me to tell his parents. He insisted that he fell himself." .”

"Students nowadays are difficult to teach. If you want to help him, you don't know where to help him. He has a stubborn personality and refuses to bow his head."

"Well, he's good at studying, but he's too dull."

The person squatting on the ground to clean the desks silently rolled his eyes while listening to those conversations.

At 5:[-] in the afternoon, less than [-] minutes after the school bell rang, half of the people in the second and third classes of junior high school had left.

The rest of the people also carried their schoolbags, talking and laughing as they walked outside.

Zhu Jiajun had a pimple face, and after three other followers passed by him, they knocked fiercely on his desk: "Six o'clock, the back wall of the laboratory, you will die if you don't come!"

The fair-skinned boy who was packing his schoolbag raised two fingers and said, "Brother Pig, don't worry! I promise to arrive on time."

After looking at his mage, Zhu Jiajun let out a cold snort and left with his followers.

Song Jianyu was sitting in the classroom, and after the last student went out, he also carried his schoolbag. As he walked forward, he passed Zhu Jiajun's desk and threw something into it.

……

The back wall of the laboratory of Jinhe Middle School is less than 30 meters away from a small river surrounding the school, about three meters wide.

When Song Jianyu arrived alone, Zhu Jiajun had already brought his three attendants to stick to the back wall, imitating the appearance of young people in society, puffing and puffing.

As soon as he appeared with his schoolbag, the pimply face saw him sharply.

"Brother Zhu! He's here!"

Zhu Jiajun looked at this hurtful self who had been invited by the parents in the morning. After the disgraceful guy in the class came, he pretended to take a deep breath on the cigarette in his hand, "Zhou Yichen, give me the pocket money in your pocket."

Song Jianyu touched his pocket, took out his wallet with a troubled face, and opened it for them to see.

"I used up that money in a hurry."

After finishing speaking, he hugged his schoolbag nervously, "You can't rummage through my schoolbag!"

He didn't say that no one had paid attention to his schoolbag, so he snatched his schoolbag away after he finished speaking. He quickly searched for all his textbooks and books, and found a brown document bag. thing.

"What is this?" Zhu Jiajun leaned over to look at the file bag.

"Fuck! This is the exam paper for the third grade of junior high school!!" The acne-faced face pulled out the contents of the document bag, and looked at the final exam paper for the third grade of junior middle school of Jinhe Middle School printed in ink on it.

Zhu Jiajun took the test papers over and walked towards Song Jianyu: "Where did you get the third grade test papers?"

Song Jianyu promised: "I can't say, I will return the money to you next time I have money, can you return the test paper to me? This thing is very important to me, really!"

"If you don't say it, I will take this test paper to Wang Mang!"

"I said, I said, this was stolen from the principal's office by a few third-year junior students. They asked me to print test papers and sell them for 100 yuan. At the end of the term, many people with poor grades are waiting for the test papers. If I can If thirty copies are sold, they will also give me the test paper for the second grade of junior high school."

After Song Jianyu finished speaking, he anxiously extended his hand to Zhu Jiajun: "Can you return the test paper to me now?"

Zhu Jiajun looked at the test paper in his hand, as a scumbag, he knew the value of this test paper better than anyone else, and stuffed the thing into his armpit without thinking, "How long can you sell it by yourself? Seeing that we are classmates, I will sell it for you."

"But..." Song Jianyu stammered, "Those people forbid me to tell others about this."

"Don't worry, everyone here is my brother, and I won't tell anyone that I got this test paper from you!" Zhu Jiajun assured him, patting his chest.

Song Jianyu was very satisfied with their sense of humor, and took out another pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed them over.

"This is the cigarette smoked by the dean, do you want to try it?"

The pack of cigarettes was in Zhu Jiajun's hands, and the four of them stood on the back wall of the laboratory and enjoyed the cigarettes that only the dean could smoke.

Song Jianyu stood beside him with his mobile phone, and quietly took pictures of this scene, focusing on the document bag in the armpit, the pack of cigarettes from the dean, and the puffing face.

The author has something to say: Zhang San: Originally, it was agreed to write [-] today, which is a bit stuck, and the less [-] will add another chapter tomorrow.

Note 1, from the eighth grade Chinese language "Fish I Want";