delicate flowers and weeds

No. [-] Middle School is a very good high school. Its history is even longer than some universities. It has been established for a hundred years and has trained countless talents for the country: scientists, poets, painters...

The atmosphere here is open and tolerant, not as tense as ordinary high schools, and not full of the boring atmosphere of reading and doing questions.

Some of the people who come here are more mature and intelligent than adults. They already know what path they want to take in the future, and they are far ahead of their peers.

The scenery of such a high school is also picturesque, especially the cherry blossoms in spring and the maple leaves in autumn, which are listed in the "Top Ten Must-Visit Attractions in Nancheng" every year.

So No. [-] Middle School is actually open to the outside world when the school is cleaned up on weekends.

There is such a scene in the book:

Fei Cao's main source of income is selling drinks in a bar. He has long legs and long feet. Although he is not yet of age, his face is very good at bluffing people. He can say that good looks will make things happen. He is a very popular salesman in the bar. member.

The people who come to the bar are nothing more than drinking and drinking girls or a bunch of little girls getting together to dance disco. It's not a mess, but it's always noisy.When people drink, they have to go to the top, and the top has troubles. Fei Cao has encountered all kinds of troubles, big and small, in the six months since he came here.

Until he fell in love with an idiot rich second generation.

The idiot rich second-generation surnamed Qin is in the second stage of "they all love my money", "there is no true love in the world", and "no one wants to take a second look at me without the status of a young master".

The first time Qin Zhonger saw Fei Cao, he was astonished, he was harassed several times and was aroused by the wildness in the other party's eyes. He would like to call it the spark of love.

So he ran to the bar every day, asking Fei Cao to deliver wine by name.

He is rich and powerful, the boss can't drive the God of Wealth away, Fei Cao also understands this truth, and doesn't refuse to give wine, but he has good skills, hides quickly, is wild and polite.

Half a month later, Qin Zhonger spent nearly six figures in the bar, but he couldn't even touch Fei Cao's hand.

What does this prove?He didn't pay me so much money, which proved that he is not a coquettish slut outside!

The idiot rich second generation is even more prosperous, their family is not a family with good roots, and his brain circuit is different from others, so he thought of Qiang Shang's dirty ideas.

He asked Fei Cao to drink, and if he didn't drink it, he smashed the bar. Even a blind person could see that there was something wrong with this glass of wine, but Fei Cao drank it, and after three glasses of wine, his face remained unchanged, and he held the wine plate in his left hand Then he left, and after a set of movements, Qin Erdai's whole body became hot.

Fei Cao escaped from the bar that day, even though he was in such a mess, he didn't show panic on his face, he left the bar lying on the bottom of a customer's car, by coincidence, the customer was in a hotel near No. Lodging.

So Fei Cao rolled over the wall and entered the school: the school has a lake inside the school, and he was going to soak in it for a night.

Then she was picked up by Chen Yunjiao, who went back to school to find something and was wearing a white dress.

……

Silly. Forced two words, I only say it once.

Tang Hua walked in No. [-] Middle School expressionlessly, followed Xu Duanhong through the green forest, and walked towards the teaching building in the center.

The main reason why he insisted on coming to the school was that more than half of the plots in the vulgar Mary Sue novels took place on this campus, such as dog blood, drugs, love letters, declaration of war... to be able to have two rounds in this sacred place.

A group of people who are obviously the favorites of tomorrow, but Chen Yunjiao wrote it as a fool. She automatically loses her wits by her side, loses her brains and dignity, and doesn't look like a noble young master at all.It seems that in her mind, high school students don't need to study at all, don't need to receive training from the family, and only need to beat their heads for an illegitimate daughter.

She thinks that this is the charm of a woman, it does not depend on ability and talent, but on how many suitors there are and what level the suitors are.

There are many students in No. 30 Middle School, so three red brick teaching buildings are divided in the center, one for each grade.The average number of people in each class is more than 1, and the grades are used as the division standard, Class 2, Class [-]... Such Arabic numbers are arranged in order.

Tang Hua was originally recruited by special art students, so he should be in a special class or an international class, but his grades in cultural subjects are also very good, and he has never fallen out of the top ten, so even though he hasn't come to school for a long time, the director of the second year of high school still put him in the Class 1.

The first period is English class, and the preparation bell has already rung.

Tang Hua climbed up to the third floor, and when he followed Xu Duanhong into the door, the eyes of the whole group swept over.

More than 30 students, some yawned and stretched as if they had just woken up, some were still chewing something, making up for breakfast, some got together in twos and threes and looked back and laughed, and a few had thick books piled on the table, buried their heads what is written...

This place was originally full of excitement, but at this moment, time seemed to freeze for a moment, and it became quiet in an instant.

Standing on the podium, Xu Duanhong coughed: "This is a student in our class. Everyone should know one of them, and the other is a transfer student. I hope you can get along well in the future."

He turned his head and smiled at the two people standing at the door: "The class will start soon. If the seats are vacant, you can sit wherever you want. The seats in the class are chosen by the students themselves."

Tang Hua nodded, and briefly introduced himself. His voice was uniquely cold, like three-nine snows, which made people sober: "Tang Hua."

Then he walked to the corner with his schoolbag on his back.

When he entered the door, he looked around. Only one person sitting alone by the side door was not distracted by his arrival. Phytophthora.

Tang Hua walked straight in front of him without looking sideways, knocked on the empty table, and lowered his voice: "Is there anyone here?"

Only then did Fei Cao raise her head, her eyes were filled with waves of sea water, and when she saw it, her emotions flashed, and she smiled: "Sit whatever you want."

Seeing him, Tang Hua couldn't help but feel that his heart was relieved, and he sat down straight, and took out an English book from his bag sideways.

But only the book came out. He was checking and patronizing the book yesterday, but he forgot to put down the pen. As if sensing his embarrassment, Fei Cao gently pushed one from the right.

The weather is too hot, Fei Cao has already taken off his suit jacket, inside a clean and simple white shirt, rolled up the sleeves, revealing a tight and smooth half forearm, pushed the pen over and continued to look down at the book, saying in a voice heard by two people: "Use mine, young master."

But no matter how you hear the voice, it's a smile.

Tang Hua was not squeamish either. He picked up the pen cap and put it in his hand, and he could still feel the hot temperature left by the other party on it: "Thank you, my deskmate."

Zhou Rong is a cool boy, and his self-introduction is simple and clear: "Zhou Rong."

Then he strode away with Tang Hua, swinging his schoolbag. He sat on Tang Hua's left, and took out an English book in the same way.

His deskmate was a cowardly-looking nerd with thick eyes, he squirmed his mouth twice, finally mustered up his courage, and murmured in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Deskmate...you brought the books from the first year of high school... "

His voice was too low, Zhou Rong turned sideways, Mai Se's face was full of impatience, and he said in a rough voice, "What?"

He didn't mean to target him, but he always spoke like this except for the young master.

The nerdy deskmate almost trembled, full of thoughts of "what a terrible deskmate", and then swallowed: "No... nothing..."

Unreasonable!It's better, young master.

Zhou Rong left his deskmate behind and put the book on a shelf, but he sneaked a sideways glance at Tang Hua intentionally or unintentionally: Today's young master is also very cute!

He is one of the top three middle schools. It is not a secret in the second-generation circle that he sent Mr. Zhao to the hospital some time ago.

Seeing him and Tang Hua appearing at the same time, the second generation members understood: Young Master Tang's companion.

Tsk, with such a thorny head, it seems that the idea of ​​joining the young master's side is difficult to realize.

Xu Duanhong knocked on the table with the book, attracting everyone's attention: "Class is over."

He is the head teacher of Class 1 and takes English class.

Teacher Xu's eyes are very sharp, like eagle hooks. He changed from smiling at his new classmates before. Thinking of the misdeeds of this class teacher's "not being a human being", the students immediately straightened their waists and put away their previous small thoughts. , Listen carefully to the class.

"English is a language. What is a language? It has changes and rules. You need to use it more..."

"Continuous reading is required here. Do you understand continuous reading? For students who can't master this part, I suggest that you walk half an hour late after school and turn right to the international class to talk more with foreign teachers."

Tang Hua just thought it was a little funny, but he didn't know the origin of this teacher Xu. Taking his class seemed like a war, with a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and the storm was about to come. Even Zhou Rong, who seemed to be listening to the scriptures, subconsciously pretended to be.

The two consecutive English classes finally came to an end, and three or four distracted students were caught by the head teacher, and the task of "copying a hundred times, I can recognize your handwriting" was left behind.

They screamed again and again, cursing, "Old Xu, be a human being."

And more of them were intentional or unintentional glances at Tang Hua, chatting with those second-generation groups that exploded.

[Oh my god, Tanghua is really!He was sitting three rows behind me, and he just walked past me. Seeing him up close, he looks really good. 】

[Tang Hua really went to Class 1?I'll skip class in the next session to take a look at the door of your class. 】

【It's in Class 1, but it's at the same table as that Fei Cao. 】

[Fuck, pheasant, which pheasant is it? 】

[Which other grass could it be?With such an unlucky and humble name, isn't that the only person in the whole No. [-] Middle School? 】

Fei Cao's identity was no secret in Nancheng. His father was so notorious. Some crazy psychologists or behaviorists even proposed to observe this child, but they were all rejected by the government.

At the beginning, the government also concealed the name of this child, trying to protect him, but they don't know which link went wrong, and Fei Cao's life experience was reported by the unscrupulous media as if he had grown legs, and it never stopped. live.

Fei Cao was admitted to No. [-] Middle School as the No. [-] middle school in the city. At that time, some parents of students jointly protested to the school board of directors that they would not accept this student. There was also a quarrel within the board of directors for three days and three nights, but the principal finally resisted the pressure and recruited This student also gave him a tuition exemption treatment.

In the next year of high school, it’s not that no one will provoke Fei Cao, but he is like a cotton flower. If you scold him, he will ignore it, if you hit him, he will hide, and if you lock him up, he can jump over walls and windows. Cornices run.

No matter what happened, it seemed that nothing could arouse his emotions. After a long time, everyone could only hold their noses to recognize him, but no one said a word to him, and everyone spontaneously isolated him and indifferently, as if he didn't exist.

But Fei Cao was more at ease. He moved to the corner of the back door by himself. He didn't care if he didn't have a deskmate, he didn't care that no one talked, he didn't care that he ate and walked alone. , throwing off the No.2 cliff-like gap.

He didn't participate in any group activities, had no conflicts with anyone, and didn't have any intersections, probably: everyone thinks I'm crazy, and I think they're fools.

In the second generation group:

[Fuck, I offered 100 million, who can pass that bitch/pussy and pull him down from No.1? 】

The author has something to say:

Schopenhauer: If it is not that I am not worthy of this era, then this era is not worthy of me.