After dressing as a cannon fodder scumbag, I wash my whites

The car drove slowly through a forest of fiery red maple leaves, splashed across the small puddles accumulated on the road, and the raindrops fell on the maple leaves, making them glow red for a moment.

Mo Wenqiao looked out the window, the road looked more and more familiar, especially the rows of old snack bars along the road.

The car stopped, Mo Wenqiao got off behind Gu Xie, stepped out of the car door with his straight and slender legs, and saw the four characters "Chengyang Middle School".

It was the noon break time, and the door of Chengyang Middle School was wide open. Students in white school uniforms came in and out, carrying food bought from outside.

"Damn, look at that car, damn it, 300 million!"

A boy shouted in shock, which attracted the attention of the nearby students. They set their eyes on Gu Xie and Mo Wenqiao, looked back and forth between the car and the people, and muttered something.

"Why is the rich rich young master here?"

"It doesn't look like a student, could it be...the parent of a student?"

"What are you talking about? They look so young, maybe someone's brother."

"When will I be able to afford this car, oh my god, my dream car!"

"She looks so good-looking, can't she be a star?"

"This is...the school?" Mo Wenqiao closed the car door and asked, "Why did you bring me here?"

The original owner and Gu Xie were both students of Chengyang Middle School in high school. At that time, Chengyang Middle School had two major school grassroots, one was Gu Xie, and the other was the original owner.

Although they are both school graduates, they are in the same class, but they are in different classes. The two of them are actually not familiar with each other, and they can't even be regarded as acquaintances.

Gu Xie was in a class full of top students, with top grades, and the young master of a rich family. In high school, she was much more popular than her original owner.

He can become the focus of the crowd without doing anything, praised by teachers and sought after by classmates.

The original owner was in the worst class [-]. The whole class was full of ignorant bastards who didn't listen in class, and were resident players in Internet cafes.

The original owner was not much different from these people, but at that time he was still a little boyish, relying on his face and ability to talk nonsense to people, he attracted many little girls and boys.

Yan Gou in the school often compares the two of them together. Unsurprisingly, the original owner was crushed by Gu Xie in every aspect.

The original owner has been a proud and arrogant owner since he was a child, and it is inevitable that he will feel uncomfortable when he is overwhelmed. The other party is still a good student in the first class, which makes him even more uncomfortable.

He unilaterally put Gu Xie on the list of people he hated.

No one would have thought that such two people would come together in the end.

Gu Xie walked into the school gate first, everything was so familiar, seven years hadn't made any difference in this school, both the school gate and the bulletin board inside the school were the same as before.

This school carries the past of Gu Xie and the original owner. Gu Xie may want to take Mo Wenqiao to recall their common youth. After all, Gu Xie had an intersection with the original owner in high school.

"What's so good about the school?" Mo Wenqiao groaned and frowned, "It's not the same buildings, the same flowers, and the same grass."

On the grade column at the bottom of the teaching building, the ranking of the students will be announced here after each exam, and Gu Xie will always be the most conspicuous No.1 at the top.

Their names are no longer listed in the grade column now, every year the students come and go and come again, and no one will remember the people who swept the whole school back then.

Gu Xie stood in front of the grade column and looked at it for a while, her eyes wandering, as if she was remembering something.

It must be the past between him and the original owner.

"This is the list of happy academic masters. Don't look at it. It's not like you don't know that I have poor grades, and these things annoy me the most." Mo Wenqiao grabbed Gu Xie's wrist, "Go somewhere else."

"It's not that bad." Gu Xie pulled out her wrist, held Mo Wenqiao with her backhand, changed her position after a while, and interlocked her fingers, "Your grades in the March exam are not bad, you have made great progress. If you work hard, you should be able to get an undergraduate degree."

"That's enough, that's enough, it's been a long time." Mo Wenqiao snorted coldly in his heart because Gu Xie could remember any score for so long.

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree swayed gracefully above their heads, and the refreshing fragrance of the sweet-scented osmanthus wafted far away, and even the fragrance trembled with an angry shout.

"Fan Yuanhong! You can bear you! Let me go!"

The voice carved into the bone marrow made Mo Wenqiao's body tremble involuntarily, it was the fear that belonged to the deep heart of the original owner.

A woman with square-framed glasses and a high ponytail walked over on high heels, her ponytail following her footsteps in a domineering trajectory.

"Teacher, teacher, I picked up the book, and I lost the number!" A student named Fan Yuanhong came down from the tree tremblingly, holding a math textbook in his hand.

"How can a good book fall on a tree? You just finished your review yesterday, and you climbed a tree today. You are quite capable. Do you want to tear off the roof tomorrow?"

"Without a teacher, why should I tear up the roof? Besides, I can't afford to pay for it. I'm really going to pick up books, you see." The boy raised the textbook in his hand with a sincere face.

The woman didn't bother to listen to his sophistry: "Okay, write a 3000-word self-criticism tomorrow, and give it to your head teacher when you're done, and add it to 5000 words next time."

"No teacher, I promise there won't be a next time." The boy made a gesture of swearing, took a few steps back and ran away.

"Gu Xie, it's really you." The woman called Gu Xie, her high-heeled shoes made a crisp sound as she stepped on the concrete floor, "I just saw it upstairs and thought I was wrong."

Gu Xie nodded politely: "Teacher Yao."

Ms. Yao was the grade leader of Gu Xie's class, and she was also a math teacher in class one. She flicked her bangs and looked her once proud student up and down: "You have grown taller and more handsome, you When I was in high school, there were quite a few girls who liked you, and I had to confiscate three or four love letters a day, there should be more suitors now, are you married?"

"You're falling in love with me, teacher." Mo Wenqiao suppressed the original owner's fear of the grade leader, and smiled confidently.

Ms. Yao will habitually ignore people who make her unhappy. As a well-known problem student in Chengyang Middle School, Mo Wenqiao really made Ms. Yao worry a lot, losing a lot of hair every night.

Her smile faded a lot: "Student Mo Wenqiao also looks better the longer he grows."

"Thank you teacher, I also think I look better than before."

The corner of Ms. Yao's mouth twitched: "I didn't know you two knew each other before."

Class [-] and Class [-], one is on the first floor and the other is on the third floor. They don’t even go to the same toilet. They always look down on each other secretly.

No matter who knows that Gu Xie and Mo Wenqiao are together, they will be shocked from ear to ear, wondering if Gu Xie has been bewitched.

"We've always known each other." Gu Xie always looked like an obedient student in front of the teacher. The corners of his mouth were slightly curved, with a soft smile, which made people look like a spring breeze.

"That's right, we just keep a low profile and don't like to show off." Mo Wenqiao continued.

In fact, his eyes were almost rolled to the sky. In the memory of the original owner, he and Gu Xie were not considered acquaintances.

I don't know if it's Gu Xie's cognitive bias, or deliberate deception.

The author has something to say: I seem to be a bit too late, sorry orz

Tonight will be Saturday