The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

"Invite small... well, our neighbors to come to the exhibition and show our demeanor as a big country."

Jiang Han stood up and said.

"The idea of ​​showing the demeanor of a great country is very good, don't write it again next time."

Zhou Miao gradually calmed down angrily, beckoned Jiang Han to sit down, and began to talk about the test paper.

In fact, Zhou Miao's lectures are not much different from other English teachers. They will not be so strict that they will be stood up to answer questions after taking a breath in class.

On the contrary, Zhou Miao seldom comes down and walks around during lectures, and seldom rolls names after a class. The only requirement is that talking in class is not allowed to affect others' listening to the class.

Xia Yu was about to hand his test paper to Wen Yan, but when he turned around, he found that Jiang Han had already handed his test paper to Wen Yan.

It's only been two days since school started, and the two seem to be getting along very well.

But he felt that this scene was inexplicably horrifying, a school bully and a cold school girl.

Well, it will never be such a harmonious scene.

On the other side, after Jiang Han gave Wen Yan his test paper, he took out his cell phone from the table.

Wen Yan paused and asked, "Don't you need it?"

Jiang Han was puzzled: "What?"

Gentle reminder: "Examination paper."

"Oh, no."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Han added a sentence as if nothing had happened: "I don't understand anyway."

Wen Yan: "..."

The man's answer surprised him every time.

It's still fighting the landlord on mobile phones, this time it's a low-level field.After playing no more than two games, it reminds me that there are not enough gold coins.

Jiang Han tapped the table top and bottom.

Zhou Miao was calling for someone to answer questions in front of him. He called for a few people with good English scores, but they didn't answer correctly.

"Class representative, tell me how to do this question?"

Li Shuyi stood up hesitantly and replied: "Success becomes the past past perfect tense..."

Zhou Miao: "Sit down first, is there anyone else?"

Zhou Miao walked down and scanned the classroom, and finally locked his eyes on the back row: "New classmate, please answer."

Jiang Han stopped knocking on the table.

Wen Yan stood up, glanced at the test paper, and said, "Use the prototype."

"That's right, just use the prototype, you sit down first."

"Does anyone know why the prototype is used..."

Zhou Miao walked up, and Jiang Han knocked on the table a few more times.

After a while, he leaned close to Wen Yan and whispered in Wen Yan's ear, "That's great, my deskmate, can I borrow my phone?"

Before Wen Yan could speak, Jiang Han said again: "Give me some help, just a moment."

As he spoke, he shook the Doudizhu page on his phone.

Wen Yan looked at him for a few seconds, then handed him the phone.

Wen Yan's wechat profile picture is a cat, the background is the afterglow of the setting sun, and the years are peaceful.

Jiang Han clicked Add, and sent the link to help,

Just as I was about to return it, a message came in.

And this time, he almost lost his grip on the phone.

In a hurry, I accidentally clicked on a new game.

When I was about to turn it off, because I was not familiar with the keys, I pressed the volume keys.

Then, the next second, Doudizhu's highly recognizable background music sounded in the quiet classroom.

Wen Yan: "..."

Jiang Han: "..."

Zhou Miao, who was lecturing, and everyone in the classroom: "..."

"Jiang Han, it's you again."

Zhou Miao walked down, put away Jiang Han's cell phone, looked around the classroom and said sharply, "Anyone else, please stand up for me."

Everyone in the classroom looked at each other in blank dismay, all sweating for the hidden mobile phone.

In fact, Tongcheng No. [-] Middle School is not too strict about the control of mobile phones, and generally they don't go out of their way to check them. As long as they are not too blatant, they basically turn a blind eye.

But after all, it was only the second day of school, and there was a situation of playing with mobile phones in class.If it is not severe, it will only become more unscrupulous in the future.

"I don't believe he's the only one playing."

As he spoke, Zhou Miao glanced at the phone screen and said sharply, "Who is Jingluo, stand up for me."

Wen Yan: "..."

Jiang Han: "..."

He didn't expect this to happen again, he felt that his deskmate should want to strangle him to death at this moment.

Zhou Miao: "No one admits it, right? I thought that would be—"

Before the three words "can't be found" were spoken, the protagonist who had been talked about by the teacher in the office for two days stood up.

Wen Yan: "It's me."

Zhou Miao: "..."

Zhou Miao's originally serious face suddenly became a little brilliant, and at that moment, he seemed to want to blurt out something but he held it back.

In the end, she only glanced at the two of them, and said with a straight face, "Both of you, stand outside for me."

"In the future, if I am caught playing with my mobile phone in class, it will be confiscated directly. It will not be an example."

This is the end of a farce.

Thanks to Jiang Han, Wen Yan, who has been regarded as an excellent student in the eyes of his teachers since he was a child, was punished to stand for the first time.

The two stood outside the classroom.The sunshine in early autumn was soft and delicate, casting circles of halo in the air, and the rose sun sprinkled on the two teenagers in school uniform, looking like a peaceful time.

The air was a little quiet, neither of them spoke.The sound of Zhou Miao's lectures came out slowly in the classroom, and the cicadas in the campus were noisy.

A few minutes later, Jiang Han glanced at Wen Yan who was standing next to him, and sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry, I have troubled you."

It was Wen Yan's phone that rang just now, and he handed over his own phone, but he didn't expect Zhou Miao to come here.

Wen Yan's face was as expressionless as ever, and he only said a faint "um", which was regarded as a response, and he couldn't tell what emotion it was.

Jiang Han felt that this person seemed to have no interest in anything, and always looked indifferent, even his emotions were indifferent, as if nothing could attract his attention.

Wen Yan's whole portrait was covered by a layer of mountain mist, making it difficult for him to see clearly, obviously it wasn't like this when he was a child.

For some reason, Jiang Han felt a sour feeling in his heart. It was inexplicable, and he couldn't describe it himself, but it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The dappled sunlight poured down, softly reflecting the young man's drooping eyebrows and eyes, and the fluff on his face was clearly visible, as if a layer of warm light had passed through.

Jiang Han watched quietly for a while, then suddenly said, "You really don't remember me?"

A sentence without beginning or end, upon hearing this, Wen Yan glanced at him, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

"You always liked to play behind me when you were young."

Jiang Han sighed, and recalled: "At that time, you were always covering for me, have you forgotten?"

Wen Yan's expression was blank for a moment, and Jiang Han continued: "You live in the yard next door to me. Every morning when I was training, you would sneak over to give me something, and then we would hide in the corner to eat. Why, remember without?"

Wen Yan frowned, as if thinking, and said after a while, "Sorry."

Jiang Han clicked his tongue softly, and said in a serious tone: "Speaking of which, you always cried a lot when you were a child, and you could cry for a long time every time. .”

This is a lie. Although Wen Yan looked delicate when he was a child, he didn't like to cry. Even if he fell down, he would just stand up and wipe away his tears silently, and then told a clumsy lie that he didn't feel pain.

Jiang Han saw that Wen Yan's fingers hanging by his side were obviously curled up, and couldn't help laughing.

This half-truth and half-false recollection made him almost believe it himself.

"You always liked to call me Brother Jiang Han when you were young."

This is the truth.

Wen Yan stood still, not knowing whether he believed it or not.

In short, Jiang Han didn't believe a word of his childhood that was completely inconsistent with his current personality.

Wen Yan's eyes fell on the ground, wondering what he was thinking.

Just when Jiang Han thought that Wen Yan would not return him, Wen Yan quietly said, "I had a fever when I was young, and I don't remember anything about my childhood..."

The tone was obviously declarative, but it made people feel a kind of inexplicable sadness.

It turned out to be forgotten.

For some reason, Jiang Han suddenly felt a little lost, although he didn't know what he was missing.

"It's been so long, it's normal not to remember."

The school days passed quickly, and before you knew it, it was Friday.After four classes in the morning, the first and second graders in high school will only have two classes in the afternoon, with an hour and a half break at noon.

Usually during the lunch break on Fridays, teachers will come to the classroom to check discipline. If they are caught, they will be deducted personal conduct points, and if they accumulate too many times, they will be invited to parents.

But boys of this age are restless, and there is more or less a rebellious factor in their bones.

At this moment, on the roof of the teaching building at noon, a group of boys were puffing.

There are very few teachers here on weekdays. It is a dead corner of surveillance and is usually locked.But this is only a superficial effect, almost every class will have one or two keys here in private.

This is something everyone knows well.

The mottled walls have faded due to years of disrepair, the surrounding railings have been rusted after wind and rain, a pile of old cigarette butts are scattered on the ground, and the red envelope abandoned in the corner does not know whose girl is written Mind, this place seems to be a "forbidden place" on campus.

The autumn wind on the rooftop was blowing slowly, Jiang Han squinted his eyes and blew the cool breeze, Wu Fei chatted casually.

"Brother, my mother called after school and asked, remember to cover it up for me, or you will have to nag me when you come home at night..."

In the past two days, the fan in the back row of the classroom has broken down, and it will not be repaired until the weekend.The weather in early autumn was still hot and dry, and the two of them simply came up to enjoy the air, and Wang Junlin and Luo Qing were also in the group.

"What are you covering up?" Wang Junlin was amused, "It's not about puppy love and cheating, at most it's just scolding."

"Fuck you, it's not you who are scolded for your feelings..."

"Hahaha……"

Wu Fei's family is notoriously strict, and they always make phone calls at nine o'clock in the evening to check on the guards. Several people often make jokes about this.

"Isn't that Lin Zhi?" Someone said in the frolicking.

"This can be regarded as licking to the limit..."

Smoking not far away was Luo Yi and a group of people. A few boys with arrogant hair colors were directing something to a thin boy.

I don't know what they said, the boy stood still, someone pushed him, and a girl stood up to smooth things over.

The girl is Ning Wei, with white suspenders inside the school uniform.She straightened her hair, bowed her head and said something to Luo Yi.

Then, the boy named Lin Zhi went down, looking at the direction he should go to buy cigarettes for them outside the school.

"Isn't that in your class, why don't you care about it?"

As soon as these words came out, the other boys in class three didn't answer, and the expressions on their faces couldn't tell whether it was disgust or disdain.

Luo Qing shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's voluntary, how can we help?"

In the end, the circle is different, except for the incomprehension of this kind of behavior, it is more just ignorance and indifference.

Someone clicked his tongue, moved towards Jiang Han with a cigarette in his hand and said, "Brother Han, don't you want to play on the weekend, I heard that the field on the South Street is open."

Jiang Han's eyes stayed on the phone, without raising his head, he said, "It's too far away, I won't go."

After a few seconds, he added a sentence as if remembering something: "The smell of smoke is too strong, stay away from me."

Rejected and disgusted.

The boy's heart: "..."

You didn't say that when we smoked together before.

...

There were two physics classes in the afternoon. After the class bell rang, a group of boys wandered into the classroom from outside.

After Jiang Han sat down, he took out his textbook and asked Wen Yan who was sitting next to him, "Does the teacher have any homework this morning?"

Wen Yan replied to him: "Composition plus translation."

Still as concise and clear as ever, Jiang Han slowly "oh", opened the book and began to preview.

During the period, he unconsciously glanced at the wound on Wen Yan's hand. It was almost healed, but he didn't know if there would be a scar.

This week, the two of them got along fairly peacefully. Wen Yan usually didn't talk much, and spent most of his time reading quietly.Compared with Jiang Han's undisciplined temperament, he is more like a humble and low-key academic master.

In addition, if someone asks a question, he will answer it patiently, and he will never be impatient, so he quickly won the favor of many people in the class.

At 04:30 in the afternoon, school was over on time. After Jiang Jiaguo came to the classroom to explain a few precautions, a group of people swarmed out of the classroom.

Wen Yan didn't quit her part-time job at the milk tea shop, and left after school.

This point coincides with the rush hour after school, and there are many students on the two nearby streets, and there are almost no empty seats in various snack milk tea shops.

Yang Qian also came over, and after chatting for a few words, he sat aside and played with his mobile phone.

The men and women on the street are all students, and young couples with puppy love are always together.The uneducated gangster whistled at the passing girls and said some teasing words in his mouth.The girl was panicked on the surface, but she was secretly happy.

After six o'clock, the students dispersed, and the number of people walking after dinner in the snack street gradually increased.

Yang Qian came to find Wen Yan to go to the Internet cafe with him, but seeing that he was so busy, it was not easy to bother him after waiting for a while.

"You are so busy, then I will come to you tomorrow." Yang Qian said.

Wen Yan nodded: "OK."

"Oh, and my dad didn't know where to go to hear that you have transferred schools. These days, I want to tell you..."

There was some noise outside, Yang Qian looked out halfway through speaking, and suddenly stopped.

Wen Yan waited for him to finish, Yang Qian turned his gaze back and continued: "...I just invite you to have a meal at home. You know my dad's temper, I wish I could learn more from you, and I mentioned it several times. If you If you don’t want to go, I’ll tell you that you’re not free recently.”

Wen Yan thought for a while and said, "I'm free these two days, thank you uncle for helping me."

"Okay, then tomorrow."

After chatting for a few words, Yang Qian left.

...

This area is a bustling downtown area. At seven o'clock in the evening, the street lights are all lit up.

Yang Qian came out of the milk tea shop, caught the man in the alley behind the street, and fixed him to the wall.

"What are you running for?"

The alley was dirty and dilapidated, the potholed ground still accumulated rainwater from the previous few days, the whole ground was mixed with dust and filthy, and the garbage dump not far away exuded an unpleasant smell.

Across a water street, here and the bustling urban area are like two half-faced extremes, neon and darkness, wine green and decay coexist.

The man was thin, strangled by his neck and thrown against the wall, he coughed and struggled a few times and said, "Ahem, cough, cough, I... didn't run away..."

Yang Qian stared at him for a few seconds before letting him go: "If you didn't run away, what are you going to do? Is there a ghost behind?"

When he was at the milk tea shop just now, he saw this man bowing his knees to Luo Yi, but when he went out, he disappeared.

In fact, he would not have noticed this person at first, and he despised anyone who flattered them by fawning over them.But that night, he thought about it back and forth, and gradually figured out something was wrong.

This person was present at the scene of several conflicts with Luo Yi, hiding in the crowd and looking at him with gloomy hatred in his eyes.

The boy was short of breath, leaned against the wall and gave Yang Qian an angry look, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Yang Qian sneered: "Lin Zhi, if you mess with me, you just want to get along like this. There is nothing so cheap in the world."

"What about the evidence?" Lin Zhi said blankly, "Why do you say that I beat you!"

Yang Qian's expression turned cold in an instant, his whole body exuded hostility, and said in a fierce tone: "You better not let me find evidence! Otherwise, even if you belong to Luo Yi, he can't keep you."

The man was still silent and completely indifferent.

Yang Qian laughed angrily. If someone dared to do this before, he would have knelt down and begged for mercy. This person looks like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

"Let me guess why you did this," Yang Qian said, "Although Luo Yi is despicable, he won't use such indecent tricks, and you don't need to offend me for him. You should act secretly to explain It's a personal grievance."

In the darkness, Lin Zhi's hand hanging by his side slowly clenched.

"You like Ning Wei, right?" Yang Qian said suddenly.

With a snap, the most secret string in my heart broke.

Lin Zhi turned his head abruptly.

"She pretends to give you a little warmth and you will be fooled."

Looking at the stiff expression, Yang Qian said happily: "She lied to me like this back then, she must have made up bad things about me with you, right? She made fun of us, I really don't know why I fell in love with her back then point."

"You are not allowed to talk about her like that!" Lin Zhi's chest became violent, his voice sounded frighteningly broken, "I don't believe she is like that."

The only surface of warmth is torn away, so what is left inside is only deceit and lies.

People will always subconsciously believe in the side that is good for themselves, and it is natural at this time.

"She's not that kind of person, what right do you have to say that about her!"

"It's up to you." Yang Qian didn't care, now that the matter has passed for so long, it seems that it is meaningless to pursue it.

"Whether you want to see clearly is up to you."

Yang Qian turned to leave, but suddenly stopped: "Just one thing I don't understand, why are you acting as Luo Yi's running dog? Isn't it fun to be bullied without dignity?"

The last tight string broke completely, and the voice behind him collapsed and despaired: "What do you know, and what do you rich kids know?"

After so many years of repression for too long, even venting is painful.

"I don't understand."

Yang Qian stood still in front of him, turned around and said calmly, "However, being frank and frank is something that a three-year-old child knows."

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