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Zhang Ailin stepped forward in two steps, lay between the two of them, faced the grade director, lowered her eyes, looked at the brooch on her chest, and said: "The voice is too loud, I can't study anymore."

Hearing this, Wang Bing quickly grabbed Zhang Ailin's arm from behind and pulled Zhang Ailin behind him. He stepped forward, wrinkles piled up on his face, and he put on an ugly smile: "Children are ignorant, I'm sorry, Director, I It must be managed well so as not to cause trouble to the grade."

The grade director was angry again, glared at Zhang Ailin, then at Wang Bing, and put away the domineering look just now.

Anyway, Wang Bing is also an old teacher in the school.

After saying a few more words, she turned and left.

Zhang Ailin didn't speak, she lowered her eyes, and looked at Wang Bing's faded shirt, which was wet with water, perhaps it was today's rain.

After Wang Bing watched the grade director walk away, he turned around and asked, "Do you still feel uncomfortable hearing the noise now?"

Zhang Ailin lowered her head for a long time before replying, "A little bit."

Wang Bing patted her on the shoulder and said in relief, "Go back first."

After hearing this, Zhang Ailin suddenly raised her head and met Wang Bing's eyes.

The eyes hidden behind the reflective glasses always looked around gently and softly.

Knowing that Zhang Ailin was hiding something in her heart, Wang Bing stretched out his hand to support his glasses, and said first, "It's okay. Don't worry about it. Go back and sit down."

Zhang Ailin stood where she was, refusing to move, looking at Wang Bing.

Wang Bing waved his hand casually and said, "Hurry up, hurry up, you finished my homework today."

She still wouldn't move.

"Go! Why are you standing still?"

Finally, Zhang Ailin took a hesitant step, walked to her seat and sat down.

Wang Bing followed closely behind and walked round and round in the classroom with his hands behind his back without saying a word.

Although Zhou Zhou was sitting in the classroom, he could hear clearly.

The grade director lost his temper, called teacher Wang Bing back from the middle of the trip, and gave him a good meal in front of the students.Her loud reprimand could be heard clearly; Teacher Wang's voice could also be heard clearly.

It's just that she didn't expect that Zhang Ailin's voice was suddenly heard between the two voices.

She confronted Teacher Wang and the grade director's fire, and challenged her.

"She's afraid of making noise..." Zhou Zhou murmured in his heart.

Zhou Zhou glanced at Zhang Ailin's direction from the corner of his eyes, and saw that her complexion was not very good.

Zhang Ailin sat down, took out a blank notebook from her bag, picked up a pen and started writing with a cold face.

What surprised Zhou Zhou was the eye-catching title.

most special.

It was written by Zhang Ailin herself, with her unique style in each stroke. Zhou Zhou felt that these words added an inexplicable flavor.

"There are still a few minutes before the end of get out of class. I will disturb everyone for a while and say a few words." Wang Bing's voice sounded from the podium.

Zhou Zhou looked away from Zhang Ailin and looked up at Wang Bing standing in front of the classroom.

The whole class except Zhang Ailin was writing with her head down, Fangzheng went out to a meeting alone, everyone raised their heads in unison, looking at Wang Bing with apprehension and apology in their hearts.

Wang Bing coughed twice and asked, "Have everyone finished the homework assigned yesterday?"

There were voices one after another from below.Affirmative answers are mixed with several guilty negative answers.

"This part is quite difficult, I hope everyone will practice hard and don't fall behind.

The students who have finished the lesson will go on to preview the next lesson, and the students who have not finished it should hurry up and catch up with everyone.

We just need to do what we should do well, and you don't care about the rest, it has nothing to do with you. "

The end of get out of class bell followed by Wang Bing's tail sound.

Wang Bing lowered his head and sorted out the lesson plans on the podium. After the bell rang for the end of get out of class, he said to everyone, "Okay, that's all. Let's rest after class."

From the moment Wang Bing stepped off the podium to the time he left the classroom, the entire classroom was quiet, apologetic mixed with the special smell of rainy days, mixed in the air, and pressed above the classroom.

The head teacher didn't ask a few questions, which surprised Zhou Zhou.

What was even more surprising was the homework that Zhang Ailin handed in.

The most special person, Zhang Ailin wrote Wang Bing.

Although the word "Wang Bing" was not mentioned, his name was called between the lines.

Zhou Zhou pinched the paper, and there was not a single good word that came into view.

The first sentence of the paragraph is a striking sentence:

"One teacher I know who is annoyingly stupid."

"Annoying." Zhang Ailin got up from the ground and blurted out.

Because the clothes were stained with the dirty rainwater on the ground, a large area was soaked, and they were sticky to the body, and there was a disgusting sticky feeling from the skin.

She picked up the umbrella from the ground and started walking again, hoping that today would end quickly and happily.

She walked along the route where the motorcycle sped away just now, and also turned around the corner where it disappeared.Suddenly, she stopped.

An old lady with gray hair was sitting in the corner with an umbrella in the rain. The floor was covered with white plastic and colorful vegetables were placed.

Wang Bing, holding the handle of the umbrella with his neck and shoulders, squatted, holding the bag in his hand, and busy filling it.

Zhang Ailin stepped forward, held the umbrella with one hand, freed one hand, grabbed Wang Bing's umbrella, held it above his head for him, and looked down at Teacher Wang who was squatting on the ground in a panic.

Startled by this sudden movement, Wang Bing raised his head and saw that he was an acquaintance.

He regained his composure and asked casually, "Why haven't you left yet? Why are your clothes still wet?" Then he lowered his head and picked up the fruits and vegetables on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Ailin asked.

"Buy some food." Wang Bing packed up and stood up, and Zhang Ailin raised her umbrella high.

He put his hands into his trouser pockets, rummaged to find some change, found a few banknotes of one and five yuan from his jacket pocket, counted them, and stuffed them together to the old lady opposite.

"Too much, too much! No need!" The old lady was anxious to return it.

Wang Bing pushed his hand back: "Count again. Let's go." Wang Bing picked up several heavy bags of fruits and vegetables, and he was about to leave quickly.

Looking at the old lady's food, Zhang Ailin felt that she was packed by Wang Bing.In front of my eyes, except for some soil left, there is nothing else at all.

Zhang Ailin wanted to take the bag in Wang Bing's hand, but Wang Bing hid it: "I'll do it, your little girl's."

"I really didn't expect you to say that."

"Beating up?" Wang Bing grinned.

"Where are you going?" Zhang Ailin asked.

Wang Bing pointed with his head and said, "On the left, over the stop sign, just put it down."

Wang Bing was carrying several bags, and his shoulders were raised and lowered. Zhang Ailin held an umbrella in each hand, and the two of them walked on the road, forming a funny picture.

"Okay, give it to me." Wang Bing put the fruits and vegetables in his hand on the ground and asked for the umbrella in Zhang Ailin's hand.

"Why buy a bad one?" Zhang Ailin handed the umbrella to Wang Bing.

Wang Bing shook his umbrella, facing the road, his voice was almost inaudible, as if he had done something guilty to fear being discovered: "It's not easy for him."

Afterwards, Wang Bing seemed to remember something, and immediately raised his voice, glared at Zhang Ailin, and said, "Hurry up and go home! What time is it, are you still wandering outside?"

Zhang Ailin also looked at the opposite road, neither speaking nor making a sound.

bother.

Why is Wang Bing so annoying.I have never seen anyone more annoying than Wang Bing.

I really want to leave him here, let him carry so many rotten vegetables on the bus, maybe the umbrella is squeezed out by the bus door, and then apologize to the bus driver in embarrassment, and tiptoe down to pick it up .

But she can't.

So it's annoying.Annoy Wang Bing, but also annoy yourself.Always doing stupid things like this.

"One day when he was in school, someone broke his glasses. Obviously he knew who did it, so he could go to that person and explain clearly. It was obviously not his fault. He had to fix the broken glasses himself. Then put the broken glasses that were repaired on his face again, and when others smiled at him maliciously, he also laughed. I am really convinced. I am speechless. I really hate such fools. I am so tired of this fool."

Time seems to be elongated by waiting forever. In front of the bus stop sign, two people, one big and one small, stood, looking at the rain in front of them, and the passers-by in twos and threes among the vehicles that flowed in the rain. idea.

When Wang Bing spoke, Zhang Ailin didn't respond, and Wang Bing had no choice but to agree to her being with him by default.

"How is the new classmate?" Wang Bing asked, not looking at her, sorry, looking at the opposite road.

"It's okay." Zhang Ailin replied, and looked at the other side tacitly.

"You have a good relationship with Zhou Zhou, right?"

"generally."

"How can it be called mediocre? Good is good, and bad is not good."

"..." Zhang Ailin was silent.

The wind became more urgent, carrying the boundless rain, beating on the umbrella with a tighter rhythm.

Wang Bing wrapped up his shirt, his voice suddenly became low, and he said, "I really hope you can fit into this class, don't be alone, at least find someone who can talk to you."

"I asked you to be a disciplinary committee member, not really asking you to manage discipline, I just hope you can talk more with other people, participate in other things more, and have more contact with others.

Maybe it's true, we may not be able to help anyone in life, and we don't understand anyone's suffering, but it's better to stand together than to stand alone in the rain. "

The whistle of the bus came from the left. Wang Bing followed the sound and saw that it was the No. [-] bus.

He lowered his head, and some words came out of his mouth.He bent down to pick up the vegetable bag, put the umbrella on his shoulders again, clamped the umbrella between his shoulders and head, and raised his shoulders and lowered them vigorously.

The bus stopped in front of the two of them and opened the door to get on.

"Seeing you like this, I don't know if others care or not. I feel bad." Wang Bing said in a nearly murmured voice as he stepped forward.

He walked forward clumsily carrying a large bag of fruits and vegetables. The umbrella was stuck at the bus door. A hard, plastic bag was scratched by an iron nail on the bus door handle. A few potatoes that had sprouted green sprouted rolled away come out.

He hurriedly threw the umbrella to pick it up, but unexpectedly, more potatoes rolled out of the bag.

The bus driver looked at him irritably and frowned.

Zhang Ailin threw away the umbrella, took off her thin coat, stepped forward, bent down to pick up one after another from the ground, put them in the coat and wrapped them together, tied a knot at the end, and helped Wang Bing put away the umbrellas on the ground, Pass it to Wang Bing together.

"You're bored."

Zhang Ailin said so.

"I hit someone, it's my responsibility, I drop out of school, it's my own business, he is more anxious than me, much more anxious than me.

He stood in front of me, hid me behind him with all his strength, and kept apologizing, apologizing, and making promises to the leader who didn't know what his name was in front of him.

At the age of forty or fifty, you still have to bow your knees in front of others, for a little shit, for a little shit that is not your own fault.I really annoy him. "

"Give him the glasses. His eyes are red. I'm so annoying. I don't want such stupid good people in this world."