Can it be made public?

The days are still passing, amidst the flying scrolls and the sound of writing, the end of the month comes in the blink of an eye.

It rained heavily this Thursday, and the raindrops hitting the ground splashed a vast expanse of white mist, and even breathing seemed to carry a heavy weight.

In Ye Ruhui's words, suffocation does not pay for life.

"At least you don't have to go to gym class in the afternoon, right?"

"Not necessarily." Ye Ruhui said, "The school also has a gymnasium with a roof."

Jian Mingyuan lay on the table half dead, "Why don't you be so dedicated?"

Ye Ruhui, who is in charge of the sports committee, has no empathy: "The last time I asked you to run 1000 meters, you ended up at the finish line and you didn't even finish half of the distance. Your performance alone can lower the average level of our class. , if you have time here to think about how to skip gym class, why not find a way to increase the speed earlier."

Jian Ming couldn't help it: "Running depends on talent, we can't force it."

Ye Ruhui didn't even raise his eyelids: "So you're admitting that you're useless?"

"I'm not the only one who runs slowly in the whole class, why are you holding onto me so hard?"

"Because no one else looks like you. You're outrageous enough to make people suspect that the legs are just for decoration."

Jian Mingyuan was so angry that he picked up his pen and hit him: "If you don't belittle me for a day, you will die, right?"

Ye Ruhui took the textbook as a block: "I saw that you had such a strong self-esteem when everyone in the playground paid attention to you."

"Just a classroom test, so what are you doing seriously?"

"Could it be that you can get full marks in physical education at the end of the semester?"

"Why not?!"

"Uh..." Ye Ruhui turned his head: "Squad leader, did you hear that? Be a witness for us."

Ji Li looked away from the draft paper, didn't hear the summary of the previous story, and said blankly: "Huh?"

Ye Ruhui said with a smile, "I'll wait for your full marks in the final exam."

Jian Mingyuan's face was refreshed by him.

Ye Ruhui consciously completed the important task assigned by the physical education teacher, and turned back to his desk refreshed, and then turned around again: "Attention, it is a perfect score in sports, not just a perfect score in the 1000-meter run."

"Uh..." The other party shook his head neatly, leaving Jian Mingyuan wailing on his seat, paralyzed into capital letters, life has nothing to love.

Ji Li, a special group who doesn't need to take physical education classes, couldn't understand the other party's depression. After solving the equation in his hand, the class bell rang.

Prophet Mao walked up to the podium with a pile of exercise books in his arms: "In this class, we will talk about composition."

What I was talking about was the classwork that I was asked to write in the Chinese class a few days ago, and the two paragraphs of materials given just happened to form a control group.

In the first paragraph, the two were originally good friends, but they misunderstood each other for some reason at the same time, but they both chose to hide it because they were afraid of breaking the friendship and ending the friendship, and eventually drifted away.

The second paragraph also had the same premise, but the two of them had a big fight on the spot and opened up their words, so they reconciled smoothly.

Prophet Mao flipped through the texts and took out one: "When I read it before, I found that everyone's thinking divergence directions are quite interesting. I picked a few representative ones and read them to everyone. Everyone listened to them while listening. Think about it, and I will ask someone to summarize the advantages and disadvantages later."

Jian Mingyuan pulled out a piece of draft paper and was ready to memorize the key words. Unexpectedly, he heard the familiar beginning in the next second: "Friends are very magical existences in interpersonal relationships."

He paused at the tip of his pen.

Prophet Mao continued to read without changing his face: "Because no matter how close you were at the beginning, I sighed when I met you and swore to both sides, but every time the other party took the homework they were copying and snatched the ice cream in your hand, you were forced to die. When you run 1000 meters on the playground, you still want to beat him up to show that he was born without eyes."

"Uh..." Ye Ruhui: "..."

other people:"……"

Ji Li glanced at Jian Mingyuan: "You wrote it?"

Jian Mingyuan covered his face with the notebook: "It's just a class composition, don't pay so much attention to the values ​​expressed in an introductory text."

In fact, apart from the beginning, the rest of the content is quite normal, mostly clichés that can be carried around, and the examples and famous quotes given can still be regarded as the big proposition of "friendship".

Prophet Mao stood in the midst of whispers, calmly read one paragraph, two paragraphs, three paragraphs, until the end, before looking at the creator: "Do you remember what your title is?"

Jian Mingyuan didn't want to talk.

"If the argument is purely based on friends, then this composition can barely be mixed up; but the angle of quoting the materials here is too far-fetched, and it doesn't talk about any views on the materials." Prophet Mao put down this composition, from the pile of He took out another book, "Okay, listen to the next one when you're done laughing."

The several essays read by the class teacher as a model basically have their own characteristics.

While everyone is taking notes, most of them can guess what topics others will write about, such as "Be honest with each other", "Treat each other with friends", or "Be strict with yourself and be lenient with others". , the way to solve the problem, and even the code of conduct can make some good and bad judgments, and the content is always the same.

Until the head teacher read Ji Li's composition.

At the beginning, the people at the bottom had the intention to memorize while listening, but later on they almost just listened.

Ji Lixuan's argument is very special.

Because he did not emphasize the handling of the protagonist in the material, but focused on the two completely different results of "gradually drifting apart" and "reconciliation as before", and analyzed the inevitability of the latter.

It's amazing.

Very slanted.

Composition is a thing to get a high score, logic and originality always have to be one.

And the latter needs to catch people's attention, and his composition has already achieved it with just one topic.

It feels even worse.

Not saying it's bad.

Instead, I was shocked.

It's like a heavy rain, the listeners ran through it, thrilling, but they couldn't find any artificial device that could replace the agitation brought by the natural weather.

Even the head teacher probably had a preference for this homework, and his voice had a rhythmic rhythm.

"The broken relationship can still be repaired, which shows that both parties have a strong enough desire to turn back, even if the price of tearing up the illusion of peace with their own hands is to be stabbed all over by someone who cares about and works hard for this relationship."

Jian Mingyuan could hear God.

I don't know why, but suddenly I am curious about the state of mind in which my deskmate wrote this sentence.

When get out of class was about to end, Prophet Mao called Ji Li to the podium, took out a piece of paper from the lesson plan and handed it over: "Look at this."

Ji Li looked at the printed text on the top grid: "An essay competition?"

"It's just a small competition in Chongliu City. I originally planned to assign it to you as a weekend homework, but after thinking about it, I think it's fine. You post the notice on the bulletin board and let everyone sign up voluntarily." Prophet Mao finished. Bring it to the point, "You have to hand it in."

"Uh..." Ji Li asked, "Why?"

"It is stipulated that each class must submit at least one piece of work. It is best if someone else is willing. If not, you can only make up the number. The class leader must lead by example." Prophet Mao couldn't help laughing, "Don't be so embarrassing, next month The deadline is only in the middle of the month. And if you win an award, there will be a bonus, so you can treat it as pocket money."

The heavy rain has not stopped, even in the afternoon, the sky is always foggy, and the water in the corridor is thick enough to drown the soles of people's shoes.

Obviously, the physical education teacher did not let this group of students go because of the rain, and they still had to attend the class that should be attended.

Ji Li was delayed in the classroom for a while, and when he took his coat and went to the school doctor's office, he heard the commotion inside before he even entered the door.

The school doctor was sweating profusely, looked up and found him coming, and didn't have time to ask questions about being late: "You came just in time, there are still a few wounded nearby, help me deal with them."

Ji Li glanced in the direction of the school doctor's finger, and then found a familiar face.

Ying Yunsheng was dragged into the school doctor's office by his roommates, and he even noticed the arrival of Ji Li earlier than everyone else.

Roommate Meng Xing took up one of the few chairs and waited for the school doctor to finish his work. When he was suddenly seen like this, he immediately sat up straight: "God of learning? Why are you here?"

Ji Li took a new pack of cotton swabs from the counter, and asked without answering, "Where did you get hurt?"

Meng Xing quickly spread his hands, revealing the fresh scratches on his palms: "I scratched it on the stairs before, but it's okay, at least I didn't get stepped on."

"Stepped on?"

"Isn't it raining heavily outside today? The physical education teacher asked us to go to the lower floor of the gymnasium for class, but the stairs going down were too slippery with water and the lights were not turned on. Someone fell down on the road and brought a large piece of it down." Meng Xing explained the cause and effect in a few words, "Then the physical education teacher drove us all here."

Hearing this, Ji Li raised his head and glanced to the side.

Ying Yunsheng had been paying attention to him at first, so he looked at him unexpectedly, and then he heard the other party ask: "What about him?"

He was taken aback, subconsciously wanting to speak out, but Meng Xing answered first: "He is my classmate, he helped me when I almost fell, and I asked him to come with me."

Ying Yunsheng swallowed his words again.

Meng Xing over there was still talking: "Student God, you probably don't know him. He was the first in our science subjects in the placement test before, and he was the only one who surpassed you in grades..."

Ji Li lowered his head and took the medicine, and replied, "I know."

Getting a personal response is definitely the most effective stimulant for all gossipers, and Meng Xing is a familiar person, so he immediately babbled more vigorously.

Ji Li took advantage of the time the other party was talking to treat the wound quickly, and followed the same pattern to treat the large and small bruises and bruises of the students next to him who the school doctors could not take care of.

The school doctor's room was small, and the students he had handled thanked him and walked out consciously.

Ying Yunsheng didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, until he was reluctantly dragged away by Meng Xing, only then did he realize that it seemed too impolite to treat people like air all the time.

But before he could think of the words to say goodbye, Ji Li stretched out his hand and pulled him out of the crowd going out.

Meng Xing's action was blocked, he turned his head in doubt, and looked up along Ying Yunsheng's grasped wrist: "Xue Shen?"

Ji Li said, "You go first, he stays."

Everyone else left.

Ying Yunsheng finally asked, "Why do you..."

Ji Li glanced at him and rolled up the cuff of his right hand.

From the wrist to the elbow, a gash nearly two inches long suddenly appeared on the forearm, the flesh at the edge was slightly rolled up, and the blood leaked out drop by drop.

The school doctor over there managed to take care of the student in hand. When he passed by, he glanced over and said "Ouch": "Little classmate, you are seriously injured, what happened?"

Ying Yunsheng was silent for a few seconds: "I scratched on the railing."

In fact, when Meng Xing fell towards him on the stairs of the gymnasium, he reached out to help him, but his arm hit the metal railing and was directly cut by a protruding rusty iron piece somewhere on the railing.

School doctor: "Wait, I'll get you some medicine..."

Ying Yunsheng: "No need."

The school doctor suspected that he had heard it wrong: "What did you say?"

Ying Yunsheng repeated: "No need to bandage."

The school doctor's tone was shocked: "What did you say?"

"Uh……"

"It takes time to show off your abilities." The school doctor put the medicine bottle on the table, and said earnestly, "I know you boys may think it's cool to have a little blood, but your body is not so bad. Like your current situation, if you If you don’t deal with it in time, the inflammation and infection will still be mild. If there is a scar, the professor will think that you have not learned how to fight with others when you go to university in the future. If you are in a relationship, your girlfriend will still think that you are so unattractive and you will be ashamed to take it out, and when you are abandoned by the whole world because of this scar, will you still think it is no big deal?"

"Uh..." Ying Yunsheng was silent for a while: "I'll go first."

The school doctor spoke dryly during the call, and was very dissatisfied with his indifference: "Student, wait..."

Ji Li: "Why didn't you say that just now?"

Ying Yunsheng subconsciously stopped.

Ji Li looked into his eyes: "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt?"

Ying Yunsheng persisted under his direct gaze for half a minute, and his tone weakened instantly when he spoke again: "It costs money to see a doctor in the school infirmary."

"Uh..." the author said:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!