desolate

The other party is Zhou Xuan, his elder brother of the same father and mother. They divorced back then, and each of them divided one.

"I heard from my mother that you went back to your hometown?...Is it fun? It's too boring here, it's not at all...Recently...I want to live in another place, or I'll go find you."

Zhou Xuan's background sound was very noisy, covering his voice from time to time, but he didn't feel the slightest need to raise his voice or change the environment consciously, so he had to work hard for Zhou Xuan to concentrate on discerning what he said.

"Don't you have a band to work on?" Zhou Ze picked and picked a topic in his memory.

"It was disbanded 800 years ago—what the hell are you doing there?"

Well, failed to change the subject.

Zhou Ze had some struggles with the answer to this question, but it was not a struggle to tell him, but a struggle to answer.

"There's a teacher who competes here... Well, very experienced."

"What teacher..."

Zhou Xuan was in the middle of questioning, but then thought about how deeply Ma Wenjing cared about his youngest son's studies, so he couldn't help but fell silent.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing." The other person said, "She actually sent you back alone again, so why did she pick you up? Did she keep you for fun?"

The last few words were tinged with mockery.Zhou Ze can hear the subtext that the other party hates him even if he is big-hearted.

"...she is doing it for my own good."

For some reason, the other side was quiet for two seconds, and just when Zhou Ze thought it was a bad signal, there was a sudden sound from the receiver.

"...Tch, what kind of pretense is it, is it interesting?"

Then, Zhou Ze heard the sound of a lighter.

Then the human voice in the earpiece became even more noisy, and Zhou Xuan seemed to be talking to the person next to him.

Zhou Ze listened to the noise for a while, but the other party didn't come back until he was left on the air for nearly 2 minutes, and the call was suddenly cut off.

The function of this phone call seemed to be just to vent my bad emotions.

Forget it, just hang up...

Even though he thought so, Zhou Ze's face was still ugly.

He doesn't like this brother.

In the next second, the innocent mobile phone was thrown out and hit the wall, and the screen was shattered into a picture.

The next day is Friday.

In the afternoon, Zhou Haiyang took him to No. [-] Middle School to go through the admission procedures. The process was unexpectedly smooth, and his fear of alarming Ma Wenjing did not happen—the leader had no objections after seeing his report card.

During the next two days of vacation, Zhou Ze stayed in the store to help Zhou Haiyang look after the store.

Overcast until Monday.

As a transfer student, Zhou Ze didn't need to wear a school uniform, and he didn't need to rush to study early. When he walked to the gate of No. [-] Middle School with his schoolbag on his back, the flag-raising ceremony was just over. Standing at the school gate, he could see a huge crowd heading towards the teaching building.

Just when Zhou Ze was about to squeeze through the automatically retractable school gate, the security guard quickly stopped him: "Hey, where's your school uniform?"

Zhou Ze was about to explain: "I..."

It happened that a car drove over, and the security guard waved his hand again: "Forget it, go in quickly."

"..."

Zhou Ze followed behind the crowd returning to the classroom. No. [-] Middle School had a rule that school uniforms must be worn when the flag was raised on Monday, so Zhou Ze, who was dressed in casual clothes, stood out from the crowd.

So it was no surprise that he was picked out again.

"The one without school uniform! Which class are you in?!"

This time with a bigger speaker.

Zhou Ze slowly withdrew from the crowd, walked to the slightly empty corridor on the first floor, and waited with his head down.

A man with a mustache and a puffy stomach came towards them: "What's the matter? Pei Ye, it's you again, why are you not wearing a school uniform, ah? How many times is this?!"

Only then did Zhou Ze realize that there was another person beside him... Well, he couldn't see his face clearly.

He stared back at the ground, and the first thing he saw was the teacher's figure of eight.

Pei Ye prevaricated absent-mindedly: "Director, I haven't washed my school uniform."

This director Yan is obviously not easy to fool: "Haven't washed it again? Haven't washed it for a few weeks? Next time you don't wash it and put it on for me? Anyway, it's you who stinks!"

Pei Ye replied lazily: "Okay."

After answering this, he planned to carry his schoolbag and leave, but unfortunately, his expectations were half lost in the next second.

"Go back and write me a [-]-word review, even if you miss a single word—and, write neatly, don't just tear up a piece of paper like last time!"

"Yes--"

"It's really old fritters!"

Usually, the way directors teach students is based on the principle of how to make troubles—for example, they are keen to receive a review letter for everything.

From the beginning to the end, Zhou Ze didn't raise his head, and vividly performed the students' emotions of guilt, shame in meeting people, self-reflection and self-blame.

Director Yan finally set his sights on him: "And you, which class are you in?"

Zhou Ze raised his head slowly: "I'm here to report today..."

Director Yan grabbed the extra-curricular books in his hand and thought for a while: "Oh, the one from the attached middle school?"

Zhou Ze said, "Yes."

Director Yan has also heard about this transfer student. Students with good grades often have the right to be tolerated: "Just arrived? I'm late, so hurry back to the classroom. I won't make an exception."

Zhou Ze responded and ran away quickly.

The No. [-] Middle School is quite large, with a total of three teaching buildings. The front one is newer and larger, with freshly painted snow-white walls; Zhiyuan Building, Siyuan Building and Deyuan Building.

Outside the Deyuan Building, there is also an old school motto in copper characters, "Learn with Conscientiousness, Concentrate on Thinking and Practice". Four of the eight big characters have been lost, and two of them are crumbling. Only two "Du" characters are firmly nailed to it.

Therefore, the slightly older Deyuan Building is often nicknamed "Du Tu Building" by the high school seniors who moved in.

The sixth grade of the second year of high school is on the fourth floor of Zhiyuan Building. It is called the Liberal Arts Rocket Class. Pingjiang is only a county-level city. Science and liberal arts are mixed throughout the year, so this experimental class is probably just a gimmick.

The fourth floor and above are all liberal arts classes, and one of the classrooms is particularly lively.The head teacher raised his eyebrows as soon as he reached the stairs.

He slapped the classroom door open with a "slap", and three layers of skin fell off the wall.

"Quiet! What's the noise? Our class is the most noisy in the whole grade. Someday I'll give you a pole!"

The students roared with laughter, louder.

"Master Wu, when will you take us to meet Director Yan?"

"That's right, you always say that..."

Zhou Ze stood outside the door, shocked by the teacher-student atmosphere of this class.

In his cognition, the teacher has absolute authority and intimidating power in front of the students. It is absolutely impossible for the teacher to be flushed with anger on the stage, and the students are happily watching monkeys below.

Fortunately, this scene turned when he walked into the classroom.

Wu Guang stared at this new face for a while: "...Did you go to the wrong class, classmate?"

"Teacher, my name is Zhou Ze, and I'm new here."

"...Oh, I remembered." Wu Guang scanned the classroom with warning eyes, "Everyone be quiet, today we have a new student in our class, who is transferred from Seoul, everyone welcome! Zhou Come and say hello to everyone."

The students finally quieted down.Some curious students have stretched their necks to look at the door.

There are also in the back row, and Seo Daji is one of them.

"Grandpa Pei, do you think this transfer student looks familiar?"

"Don't you fucking pat pat?"

Pei also blocked his hand and continued to fold the white paper in his hand with his head down, but he didn't raise his eyelids about the transfer student.

"Hello, my name is Zhou Ze... Zhou is Zhou Zheng's Zhou, and Ze is the choice of choice. It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope to get along well with you and help each other in the future."

As soon as Zhou Ze entered the classroom, he elicited some thin and long exclamations.

"Wow, kind of handsome, which school did he go to before?"

"I don't know if I have a girlfriend..."

"I'll go to the confession wall and ask!"

Zhou Ze stood on the stage with a faint smile, and the refreshing and clean boy caught the eyes of most of the girls at once.

"Student Zhou Ze used to study in the High School Affiliated to Han University and his grades were very good. You can ask him more about your studies." Wu Guang took the lead in applauding. It's really getting rarer and rarer.

"Good guy, if you look like this, why don't I believe you are a top student?"

"A lie?"

"Master Wu, don't you know? Everything is a treasure."

"Wow, it's him?" Xu Duozhi narrowed his eyes, a little surprised.

"You still fucking push?"

Pushed by Xu Duozhi's shoulder, and a corner of the paper in his hand was accidentally torn off, Pei finally couldn't sit still and looked up.

Wen Jialang's reaction was different from theirs: "Han University Affiliated High School?"

"you know?"

"Han University always knows, right? Double first-class, the middle school affiliated to Seoul University, a provincial key, not to mention our school, ten first middle schools can't compare. My dad even dreamed about it when I was in junior high school, but it's a pity that they have to take exams."

Xu Duozhi didn't have any concept of school and school, he just said: "You can tell at a glance that the family is not short of money, why are you still running to us?"

Wen Jialang was dissatisfied: "I'm not short of money, so I'm still here?"

"You're different, you're a son who can't read, he's... yes..."

Pei Ye muttered in his arms, "...it's the young master."

He read a martial arts novel a few days ago, and the description of the nobleman in it fit the young man on stage very well.

Pianpian... what's going on?

Xu Duozhi was happy: "Hey...it is indeed the young master!"

"It seems that there is no seat..." Wu Guang said, "Then what, Pei Ye! Anyway, you don't listen to the lecture, you sit in the last row, Zhou Ze, you can sit in his seat."

Pei also sat in the second-to-last row of the third group, with Wen Jialang at the same table and Xu Dazhi behind him.It is a good place to sleep in class.

Hearing the sound, he stood up and looked at Zhou Ze with no surprise.

Zhou Ze tensed his back.

——What's with this familiar face?

Looking at the back again, the teddy head is there too.

Wu Guang gave him a slight push, and he finally took the first step.

The two passed each other in the aisle.Zhou Ze could even smell the fresh tobacco smell on Pei Ye's body.

Pei Yexin changed to a single seat against the wall, behind the window, which is suitable for class and dazed, which suits him very well.

But Zhou Ze was not so comfortable.

As soon as he sat down, he smelled the strong cologne and hairspray on Wen Jialang's body.I couldn't help wrinkling my nose, reached out and took off my schoolbag and stuffed it into the belly of the table, but it was half stuffed, as if something was blocking it, and it couldn't be stuffed anymore.

Thinking about it, I reached out and took out a pile of white papers and exercise books.

No wonder he just felt a little strange - when Pei Ye moved the seat, he almost went there empty-handed.

Xu Dazhi in the back row said excitedly: "Hi, hello, my name is Xu Dazhi, we met the day before yesterday!" He pointed to the lonely figure in the last row: "Let's go with him."

The one he knew was named Pei Ye, with a somewhat strange name.

Zhou Ze endured the discomfort of his nose and greeted him, but he didn't respond.He looked at Wen Jialang who was beside him.

"My name is Wen Jialang, a well-known Wen." The person next to him wiped his hair, "Are you a local?"

Zhou Ze could probably guess the reason why he asked this question: "It's sort of."

Wen Jialang didn't believe it: "I haven't seen you before, why did you come back suddenly?"

"...The reason at home."

"……Oh."

Wen Jialang didn't continue to be curious.

The hypnotic effect of the Chinese class was too strong, and the students in the next circle couldn't even survive 10 minutes.

So in the middle of the class, Wu Guang raised his head from the writing on the blackboard, and saw that there was only Zhou Ze in the back row of the classroom, who was listening carefully.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to get angry or moved.

Maybe I'm used to it.

Although the sixth class is an experimental class in name, to some extent it is more like a "disciple class" in disguise: some are students who are good in liberal arts, and the other part are "stuffed" from home.

The overall education level of No. [-] Middle School is not very good, but it especially likes to emphasize science over literature. After the rocket class and ordinary class were divided, some parents did not understand the situation and rushed to send their children to a better class.

As a result, although the classes were divided, they were actually mixed.

With books spread out on the table, Zhou Ze lowered his gaze——

Half of my schoolbag was stuffed in the belly of the table, and half fell outside.He pulled it out, intending to rearrange it.

Unexpectedly, a white object was brought out from the backpack, which happened to land on his lap.

Zhou Ze held the paper crane with broken wings in his hand.

He froze for a moment, then looked back at the person sitting by the window.