Can it be made public?

The next day was Sunday, the school rang the bell on time and started evening self-study.

Ji Li packed up his things on the seat and threw them into the box, grabbed the lever and went to the new class.

The classroom of Liberal Arts Class [-] is still on the first floor. When he entered, he could clearly hear the voices of the people around him softening a bit.He didn't care, he just picked a vacant seat by the window and sat down, took out the textbooks and workbooks one by one, set up the bookends, and just opened the English test paper.

The students who moved to the new classroom in the corridor were full of voices, and all the passers-by could see a spectacle: with him as the center, a radius of one meter was empty.

Lin Chengshuang called this phenomenon the platoon of learning gods.

"Why are you still here?"

Lin Chengshuang propped up the window frame: "Isn't this the last chat with you to express our reluctance?"

Ji Li: "Your classroom is on the fourth floor?"

"Uh..." Lin Chengshuang's classroom is not only on the fourth floor, but also close to the playground and close to the school gate from the original classroom, forming a perfect diagonal line in the entire teaching building.

"What about Fatty Two?"

Lin Chengshuang rolled his eyes at the sky: "Then the fat man ran to his goddess to help move the books and show courteousness when he returned to school. Do you expect him to take care of his brother?"

Ji Li put down his pen and walked out of the classroom through the back door: "Is everything here?"

Lin Chengshuang burst into tears with excitement: "You are here, you will be my real father from now on!"

Throw him a box when it's over.

When Ji Li lifted the lever, he glanced at it, and then met face-to-face with the female ghost in red on the cover of the book on the top. He really couldn't understand the other party's hobbies.

The box thrown to him was full of comic novels, and Lin Chengshuang picked up another box containing textbooks and took the lead to climb up to the fourth floor.

Starting from the third floor, the liberal arts classrooms have become science classrooms, and a large row of famous quotes and chicken soup for the soul are pasted on the walls of the corridor.

As soon as he glanced at the wall where he stopped, something bumped into him from behind, and the hard corner just hit his back.

Ji Li leaned on the railing to stand firm, and turned his head.

The textbooks in Ying Yunsheng's hands were stacked higher than his head, and he watched him remain silent for about two seconds before he seemed to react suddenly, and opened his mouth: "Sorry."

The other party was still wearing short sleeves, the cuffs were empty, the collar was turned down, and a dark brown scab was faintly visible on the back of the neck.

Ji Li shook his head: "It's okay."

For some reason, the eyes of the people around him always swept over him vaguely, and when he turned his head to look at it, he immediately avoided it like a guilty conscience.He was a little puzzled, but it happened that Lin Chengshuang was calling him above his head.

Ji Li didn't ask anything, and picked up the box again.

Ying Yunsheng was No. 1 in science in this class test, and he only went up to the third floor and then turned to the corridor.

Lin Chengshuang stretched his neck and looked over there.

Ji Li: "Are you still going?"

Lin Cheng didn't turn his head back: "Did you see it?"

"what?"

"Ying Yunsheng." Lin Chengshuang poked his arm and lowered his voice like a thief, "That's No.1."

Ji Li: "So?"

"What do you think of him?"

"How about what?"

"That face, that look, that attitude," Lin Chengshuang asserted, "it's not a good thing at first glance."

"Uh..." Ji Li felt that the other party's hostility towards others this time was a bit inexplicable.

He thought for a few seconds: "What did your mother do to you?"

Lin Chengshuang: "?"

"Have you blocked your game account? Have you secured your phone? Or have you cut off your pocket money?"

"Uh……"

"Neither." Lin Chengshuang sighed: "She wants to find me a tutor."

"Didn't she care about your studies?"

"That's on the premise that I didn't cause any serious trouble." Lin Chengshuang's eyes were full of resentment, "This time you fell to the first place in the grade, she always thought that I brought you down, and the night when the grades were posted in the parent group, she held me I swear to your grandma that in two years I will start the college entrance examination."

"Uh……"

"If she doesn't pass the exam, she will kill all relatives righteously and cut off her children and grandchildren."

"Uh……"

"What do you think?"

"I'm thinking about taking the No.2 exam a few more times."

"Uh……".

Ji Li carried the box to the fourth floor for him and delivered it to the door of the classroom before returning to the classroom along the original road.

The desk on the left that was vacant before leaving has already been occupied.

Jian Mingyuan didn't expect that there was such a big Buddha next to the place he just picked at random. When he got up, he almost brought his chair down: "Xue Shen?"

Ji Li always felt that the other party looked familiar.

Looking at him from a distance, Jian Ming knew that he didn't remember, and tried to wake up the other's memory: "I saw you at the door of the dormitory last Friday night."

I remembered.

The boy in the bright red pajamas with the words "Resist evil spirits" printed on the front.

Ji Li nodded and walked into his seat.

Jian Mingyuan's initial shock was followed by excitement. He originally wanted to have a few words with him to feel the influence of the spirit of learning, but when he saw the other party picked up the pen, he swallowed the words silently.

It doesn't matter if you delay your own time, but it is a sin to delay the time for people to learn from God.

The head teacher of Liberal Arts Class [-] was surnamed Mao, and his name was Prophet. He came over to show his face in front of everyone during the evening self-study, but after introducing himself, more people remembered his nickname "Brother Xiaosha" than his full name.

Prophet Mao said: "It's not considered the official start of school yet, let's hold a class meeting first."

Prophet Mao said: "Now it's not a regular evening self-study, let's take a look at the new dormitory number first."

Prophet Mao said: "Now there is no need to be busy studying the questions, let's choose the class committee first."

The people below used to be the handful with the top grades in each class. They had never met such a style of head teacher, and they were shocked by the words of their old and new classes urging them not to study all the time.

Prophet Mao flipped through the roster: "Are there any students who want to recommend themselves? You can come up now."

No one answered.

There is only so little time in high school, and I don't think it is enough, who wants to meddle in other people's business.

Prophet Mao said: "If no one comes up, I will choose randomly."

Still no one answered.

Prophet Mao was not too embarrassed to stand on the podium staring at his watch and waited for 5 minutes, then put down his hand as expected: "Okay, it seems that I can only choose."

When it was over, he looked down at the roster: "Just according to the results."

"Uh..." Prophet Mao looked at the first name: "Ji Li, monitor, do you have any comments?"

Ji Li was silent for three seconds: "No."

Prophet Mao nodded, then went to look at the second one: "Cui Juyue, study committee member, do you have any comments?"

A girl with a ponytail at the bottom raised her head: "Yes."

"What opinion?"

"Can I say no?"

"Okay, but I'll dismiss it."

"Uh..." So what's the point of asking that question?

Look down to the third one: "Wu Yiqing, art committee member, do you have any comments?"

This time it was a short-haired girl who said, "Yes."

"What opinion?"

"Can I go AWOL?"

"Yes, but I will let those who neglect their duties raise the flag to read a self-criticism every time they commit a crime."

"Uh..." This kind of operation is too deadly for a student, and girls really don't have the shame.

Continue to the fourth one: "Ye Ruhui, the sports committee..."

"Teacher," said a boy at the bottom, leaning on the back of the chair, "Can I just choose to read the review?"

Prophet Mao didn't even raise his head: "Yes, but I will take pictures of everyone when they are on stage. I will buy colorful Lolita Hanfu JK skirts for free and share them with the parent group."

The boy almost fell off the chair.

A row of shocked faces were raised up at the bottom.

Jian Mingyuan turned his head to look at Ji Li with an adoring tone: "Xueba, no wonder you agreed just now without protesting."

"Uh..." By the end of the class meeting, the people below were already numb.

After Prophet Mao announced the end, he packed up the roster of the computer USB flash drive and left contentedly, leaving the classroom full of mourners.

A few seconds later, Prophet Mao went back and forth: "By the way, all the class leaders who have just been elected come to my office, and I will hold a small meeting for you alone."

The office is on the second floor.

The desk in the corner belonged to the head teacher of Science Class [-]. There was a man standing in front of the desk, wearing a school uniform and looking down at the potted plant in front of him.

The head teacher of science class one is a female teacher, surnamed Zhang, who speaks softly and softly: "Yun Sheng, the teacher didn't ask you to do anything when you came here, you just need to explain clearly why you beat someone."

The parent next to him patted the table: "What else is there to explain? He himself admitted that he beat someone, so what is there to explain?!"

"This parent, we must first find out if there is any hidden secret in the matter..."

"How can this matter be over after digging out the hidden secrets, and there is no need for justice? Does my son deserve it for being beaten like this by him, and he is justified for beating people?!"

"We will definitely punish those who should be punished, but prior verification is also a necessary process..."

"Or is it because he is a top student in your class that your teacher can blindly cover him? My son's grades are not good and you can turn a blind eye when you are wronged? I trust my son Send it here, and it turned out that this is how you became teachers?!"

A cough interrupted the confrontation between the two.

Prophet Mao put down the computer: "Do we need to avoid it?"

The second after the voice fell, a large group of students suddenly poured in at the door of the office.

It would be embarrassing to be hysterical in front of so many people. The parents swallowed the words that came to their lips, and suppressed their anger: "Teacher Zhang, just tell me how to deal with it."

Teacher Zhang turned around and called again: "Yunsheng?"

Ying Yunsheng stood upright, absently counting the leaves of the potted plants on the table, but his face was always downcast and pleasing to the eye.

Teacher Zhang's voice slowed down again and again: "Did you and Shen Huai have any conflicts before? Why did you fight?"

There were seven or eight more eyes falling on him in an instant.

Ying Yunsheng raised his eyes and saw the sudden extra people in the office.

Everyone else looked away as soon as he looked over.

Only Ji Li didn't look at him, but turned his gaze to the boy standing behind his parents who looked like a goldfish with bruised eye sockets and swollen eyeballs. It took him a few seconds to equate him with Xiong Yi.

When she turned her head, she bumped into Ying Yunsheng's dark eyes.

After a second or two, it was still Ying Yunsheng who looked away first and ended the gaze, and said, "He bullied me first."

Seeing that Teacher Zhang finally pried open the other party's mouth, he hurriedly asked, "Why did he bully you?"

"He asked someone to block me after school, and I resisted."

The parents immediately became excited: "What nonsense are you talking about? It was obviously my son who was beaten! The bruises on his eyes have not disappeared yet, why are you doing so well here? The quality of students these days? "

Ye Ruhui twitched his lips: "The map guns are all brains."

Seeing that the other party's words became more and more serious, Teacher Zhang interrupted again and asked: "Where did it happen? Is it in the school? Did anyone around see it? Is there any monitoring nearby?"

Ying Yunsheng didn't make a sound.

It is impossible to have a camera in that kind of alley. Except for him, everyone on the opposite side was called by Shen Huai, let alone speak for him. If anyone else can help him prove...

Ying Yunsheng twisted the hem of his clothes with his hands hanging behind him.

"Mom." Seeing the tense situation, Shen Huai opened his mouth in time, and once again aroused the anger of the parents with one sentence.

"Mr. Zhang, tell me, can this matter be dealt with? Beating people also includes slander. How dare your school accept such scumbags?!"

Teacher Zhang persuaded in a good voice: "Parent, please calm down first..."

"Go! Go all!"

Teacher Zhang's voice fell silent.

"I'll treat you to the Crown Club when it's done!"

Prophet Mao paused while holding the mouse, and followed the sound to look at the students at his desk.

The voice of a sloppy gangster followed closely: "Boss Shen is so grand!"

The parents finally realized who the voice that was so familiar just now came from, but Shen Huai had already realized the content of the next recording one step ahead, and his face turned pale instantly.

"I don't believe that a dozen people here can't teach him a lesson!"

"You are not responsible for being beaten to death here!"

Ji Li turned off the speaker, put the phone back in his pocket, and asked in the silence of the room, "Teacher, is the meeting still going on?"

No one in Liberal Arts Class [-] saw what happened next, because they were all kicked out of the office by their old class after that question.

Ji Li walked at the end, and was stopped when he was about to step out of the office: "That's right."

He turned his head.

Prophet Mao stared at his pocket: "If I remember correctly, mobile phones are not allowed in school."

"Uh……"

"Aren't you going to hand it in?"

Ji Li was silent for two seconds: "If I remember correctly, you said that school is not officially starting yet."

"Uh……"

"It's not considered a regular evening self-study."

"Uh……"

"Don't be too busy studying the questions."

Prophet Mao couldn't help laughing out loud: "Why don't you let me argue with this?"

Ji Li said, "It's to save you trouble."

"The opening ceremony tomorrow, don't let me see any electronic products after tomorrow, and don't let others see them." Prophet Mao glanced at the mother and son who were frozen in place and their embarrassment almost turned into reality, and waved to him, "Go out .”

As soon as Ji Li left the office, he received a row of scorching stares.

Ye Ruhui put his hands behind his head: "Squad leader, I can't tell."

Cui Juyue played with her fingers: "I said, how can a person who can take the first place in a whole school year really only know how to study hard."

Wu Yiqing pushed her glasses: "Squad leader, can I add a WeChat account?"

Before Ji Li could speak, someone suddenly shouted behind him.

Ying Yunsheng chased after him at some point, and shouted again: "Ji Li."

The light bulbs in the corridor were not bright. He was standing on the highest step, the zipper of his school uniform was loose, the scratches on his shoulders and neck from the tiles were still there, the canvas shoes were faded due to washing, but his cheeks were faintly illuminated by the light. The edge of the layer is traced.

"You said earlier that you didn't play the sirens."

Ji Li looked at him for a few seconds and asked, "Did you get the tetanus?"

Ying Yunsheng: "The police siren that day..."

"Have you had a tetanus?"

"you……"

"Did you get the needle?"

"Uh..." Cui Juyue suddenly stopped looking at her fingers, and just raised her head to stare at the confrontation between the two, her eyes became hot without blinking, and she even wanted to pick up the mobile phone stuffed in her trouser pocket secretly. Take pictures.

The author says:

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