I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

After Liu Tian finished speaking, the atmosphere in Class Three froze instantly, and the temperature in a classroom plummeted to freezing point.

None of the students dared to let go of their breath. They looked at Liu Tian with confidence, and the students who were closer to Nan Yirong's seat secretly looked at his expression.

Nan Yirong raised his eyes slightly and looked calmly at the cold-faced Liu Tian on the podium.

Before coming to class three, Ran Yuanxing told him that Liu Tian, ​​a teacher with low emotional intelligence, is a serious person who pays great attention to his personal prestige among the students. His work ability is no worse than that of Peng Shuai. Peng Shuai.

The school didn't let him be the head teacher of Class 1 because he felt that his way of dealing with problems was too one-sided.

Students have a student's way of life, and when you encounter this kind of teacher, you can't go against it, otherwise he will pick your thorns every day, and you will be the one who is unhappy at that time.

After thinking clearly, Nan Yirong nodded: "I heard it, thank you Teacher Liu."

In the two semesters of the third year of high school, he didn't want to waste time on these boring details. He had to lay a solid foundation in cultural courses, and then go to Beijing with Ran Yuanxing.

Seeing that he didn't contradict himself, Liu Tian's eyes flashed with surprise, Nan Yirong's reputation was well known, he thought that such unceremonious words would make him fly into a rage and quarrel with him loudly.

Things didn't go according to the script he guessed, Liu Tian was stunned for a few seconds, and soon came back to his senses, responding with a slightly stiff face: "You just know it, don't remember it today, and forget it tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, his eyes deliberately stayed on Nan Yirong's face for a while, and he didn't see any expression of dissatisfaction. For a while, he didn't know whether his heart was more comfortable or more weird.

In the end, he brought the topic back to business, and talked about the preliminary examination to be conducted next week, and the opening ceremony that the whole class will attend later.

In the past, when Peng Shuai talked about these trivial matters, Nan Yirong was easily distracted by listening to them, so he just stared at Ran Yuanxing's back in a daze.Now he subconsciously cast his gaze there again, but it was in vain. There was no Ran Yuanxing there, only a slender boy lying on the desk, playing with the pen in his hand.

Nan Yirong looked away silently, and took out the high-frequency math test question set that Ran Yuanxing had compiled for him.

Liu Tian spoke dryly, and finally finished what he had to explain. Seeing that the time was almost up, he clapped his hands and asked them to stand up and assemble, and went to the lecture hall to attend the opening ceremony.

The class immediately became agitated. Led by the sports committee, boys and girls crowded to line up outside the corridor.

At the same time, Nan Yirong heard noisy noises from Class [-] and Class [-] next door.

Nan Yirong was the last one to walk out of the class. When he came out, the originally empty corridor was full of people. Students from each class crowded together in a chaotic pile, laughing and laughing.

Nan Yirong subconsciously turned his head and glanced in the direction of Class 1. He saw Zhang Ming from a distance, but he didn't see Ran Yuanxing.

Ran Yuanxing was not in the team.

Nan Yirong was puzzled, and looked away calmly. It happened that the Sports Committee of Class 3 was at the front of the team and greeted them to set off. The team of Class 3 was lined up in male and female teams.

The two teams laughed and moved forward all the way. The speed was not fast, and Nan Yirong took a small step forward.

Half way down the stairs, passing the corner, suddenly heard a scream from the side, Nan Yirong turned his head, and saw that the girl who had been walking next to him lost her balance while walking, she was slightly fat, and there was no support beside her. He could only scream in vain and panic, letting his body fall to the ground.

The movement here alarmed the students who were still going forward. They turned their heads and looked over together. The first reaction in some of them was not worry, but indifference, especially the few girls standing in front of the girls. There was a particularly obvious look of gloating on his face.

Nan Yirong frowned, took a quick step forward without hesitation, and stretched out his hand to gently grab the girl's waist.

Those who watched the show were stunned, as if they did not expect Nan Yirong to act out of righteousness.

A few good boys came back to their senses and uttered a few words of booing, and the girl who heard the sound also covered her mouth and laughed, looking at the current posture of the two of them very meaningfully, her eyes were full of ambiguity.

"Bai Huaili, you are very capable. You have become friends with your new classmates so quickly. You didn't know each other before, did you? Otherwise, why would he choose someone like you as his deskmate?" One stood in the crowd with a high ponytail The girl giggled.

Nan Yirong looked over, the girl smiled and winked at him, her face was innocent and innocent, her face was small and delicate, her skin was so white and radiant, among the girls with plain faces and no modification, she looked like a piece of fresh air. The clear white jade cut from the original stone is dazzlingly beautiful.

It can be seen that she is very popular in class 3, because when she made a noise, many boys and girls laughed again.

In comparison, the girl in front of Nan Yirong was just like a fat duckling who strayed into a flock of swans. She stood up in panic, not daring to look that way, let alone answer her words.

She blushed, lowered her head, and stammered to thank Nan Yirong in a low voice: "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you."

"Yeah." Nan Yirong's expression was indifferent, and he raised his eyes to look at the girl with stars and moons.

The girl stuck out her tongue at him playfully, "Young Master Nanda doesn't know me yet, my name is Zhao Sisi."

This girl gave him an average impression, Nan Yirong nodded perfunctorily as a response.

After this incident, they blocked them here and refused to leave, causing dissatisfaction in the following classes. The sports committee dared not delay any longer and called them downstairs.

This time, the journey was safe and sound, and they arrived at the lecture hall smoothly. The sports committee took them to sit in order of class.

Nan Yirong sat near the corridor, and there were two empty seats next to her.

There was enough light on the roof of the lecture hall, and he looked up to the stands, only to see nine words written on the LED screen: Opening Ceremony and Commendation Conference.

He glanced at it and turned his gaze back, but halfway through his gaze, he stopped at the front seat——

It was the same girl named Bai Huaili, she didn't know what she did, she stood and bowed down to apologize to the people next to her, "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to step on you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please forgive me, please?" good……"

The person who accepted her apology was a girl who was surrounded by Zhao Sisi before. She stared at Bai Huaili with disgust, "The little white shoes I just bought are black when you step on them like this, and you said you didn't do it on purpose? Do you know that?" These are limited edition shoes, one pair is enough for your parents' monthly salary, something you can't see!"

"Alas, Pingping, you just say this and let it go."

Zhao Sisi, who was sitting next to the girl, gave her a hand, and said with a smile, "Just ask her to clean it for you."

The girl named Pingping pouted and wanted to say something, she closed her mouth when she saw Zhao Sisi's eyes, she folded her arms and leaned on the chair, raised her legs and passed them in front of Bai Huaili, with her nostrils upturned, looking domineering, " Wipe it, hurry up, the ceremony will begin soon."

She deliberately raised her voice when she said this, and the students who were whispering to each other on the left and right attracted their attention.

Surrounded by expressions of waiting for a good show, Bai Huaili slowly turned pale, she lowered her head in a murmur, until she retracted her head to the position where she could no longer retract, then whispered: "I, I don't have any paper with me now, go back and help you Can you wipe it?"

"Can't!"

Pingping immediately put down her arms, sat up straight with a brush, and stared at Bai Huaili with cannibalistic eyes, "If you don't bring paper, just wipe it with your hands. Can money compare to my limited edition shoes?"

After hearing this, Bai Huaili stayed where she was. It was nearly September, and the summer in Dongcheng was still meltingly hot. She was a little fat and especially afraid of heat, so she wore a white short-sleeved school T-shirt.

"Hurry up!" Pingping urged impatiently, "It's just a shoe shine and I don't want you to die, what is the ink stain!"

Bai Huaili's lips were trembling. She glanced dully at the classmates around her, but all she received was indifferent reactions. She trembled as if she had been drenched in cold water and stretched out her hands to the hem of her clothes.

Just about to squat down to shine Pingping's shoes, a cold male voice suddenly came from behind, "I'll give you the paper and let her do it herself."

Bai Huaili was startled, then turned around in a daze.

The tall and slender boy stood up from his seat, and the lamp on the roof of the lecture hall shone on his chiseled face, as if casting a layer of holy light.

Nan Yirong left his seat, walked over and threw the handkerchief into Pingping's arms, pulled Bai Huaili, turned around and left.

After walking two steps, Bai Huaili seemed to have just woken up from a dream. She withdrew her hand, turned tremblingly and walked back, picked up the paper in Pingping's arms, and knelt down to shine her shoes.

Nan Yirong frowned, and Zhao Sisi, who had finally reacted from a series of accidents, looked away from Bai Huaili and looked at Nan Yirong, slowly showing a sweet smile.

"You help others, but they don't appreciate it. Master Nanda, you don't really like her, do you? Your ex-girlfriend was Xu Yinuo. Oh, is it because you are tired of eating sea cucumber and abalone, and you want to change to clear soup with little water? "This time, Zhao Sisi no longer pretended to be innocent, her face was full of pride and sarcasm.

Seeing such an ugly expression on a beautiful face is undoubtedly a disgusting thing.

Nan Yirong didn't want to take another look at her, and turned back to his seat.

Seeing him ignoring her, Zhao Sisi's eyes flickered with displeasure, which was clearly seen by Bai Huaili who just got up, she looked at the paper in her hand and pursed her lips tightly.

When the time came to 9 o'clock, after the students and teachers of all grades and classes sat down, the opening ceremony officially began.

The principal was the first to give a speech, followed by the directors of each grade, and finally Zhao Lei, the director of the third grade, stood up from his seat, held the microphone in his hand and said: "Next, we will officially start the commendation meeting. Please come to the stage to receive the students whose names are called Award. Ran Yuanxing, Goldman Sachs..."

Following Zhao Lei's words, the award ceremony music played in the lecture hall, and the students on the list came out from the backstage and walked up one by one.

The bright lights on the stage shone on the faces of every award-winning student, and Nan Yirong's eyes naturally fell on the boy standing at the front.

Ran Yuanxing on the stage caught his gaze keenly, looked at him through the crowd, and smiled.

Nan Yirong's heart skipped a beat, and he slowly pulled the corners of his mouth.

After the commendation meeting was over, the principal announced the end, and the students in the lecture hall gathered and walked out.

Because everyone was rushing outside at the same time, causing a certain blockage, Nan Yirong fell behind and took a while to go out.

He went out and saw Ran Yuanxing leaning on the railing with one hand at a glance.

The morning sun illuminated his slender figure, and the wind blowing in the distance raised the certificate in his hand.

Seeing Nan Yirong looking at him, the boy's smile became brighter, and he stepped forward to give him a hug in two or three steps.

Let go quickly.

There was still class to come, the two of them didn't dare to stay longer, and walked out side by side.

"How do you feel in class three? Are you okay? Can you get used to it?" Ran Yuanxing couldn't bear to leave his face, and started a topic at random.

Nan Yirong didn't say anything about Bai Huaili, and replied flatly: "It's pretty good."

"That's good." Ran Yuanxing was a little relieved, "I don't know where Zhang Ming heard the gossip, saying that the atmosphere in the third class is very bad, that they are very xenophobic."

In a sense, it was true, but this outsider was not himself, but Bai Huaili.

Thinking of this, Nan Yirong didn't plan to say more, and changed the subject with a smile, talking about his award-winning situation this time.

Ran Yuanxing didn't hear it, and continued to follow his words: "I took a look, and the combined prize money of the three good students and the competition award is more than 1."

As he spoke, he took out the envelope containing the money from his pocket, and handed it to Nan Yirong naturally.

Nan Yirong paused, "What are you doing?"

"I didn't buy too expensive things for your last birthday. This time, the money should be enough for you to buy a gift you like."

The boy's expression was very serious, and he lowered his voice and said, "I know you don't care about these things, but I do. I can't let you accommodate me in everything and lower your living standards after we're together, then I will feel very useless .”

Nan Yirong's heart warmed and he was very moved, but he didn't want to show it on the surface. He took the envelope in his hand, raised his eyebrows and asked, "I took it all, don't you regret it? Don't you feel bad?"

"No regrets."

While there was no one around, Ran Yuanxing grabbed his hand and kissed him, "Don't worry, my wife, I will try my best to hand in my private money to support you when you have nothing to do in the future."

Nan Yirong glared at him, and Ran Yuanxing hurriedly corrected his attitude, not daring to make a playful smile.

The two continued to walk forward and parted ways at the gate of the third class.

There are still 5 minutes before the class starts, and most of the students in the class are gathered here and there, and they are all chatting.

But when they saw Nan Yirong coming in, their expressions were a little strange, Nan Yirong frowned, and looked at his seat:

The originally clean tabletop was now a mess, all the books in his schoolbag were poured out, splashed with water, and pushed wet on the table.

The situation at Bai Huaili's table next to her was even worse. The girl was sitting with her head bowed, sobbing from time to time. Her face on the right side was blushing and swollen like a steamed bun.