Who is poor? [Rebirth]

For half the morning, I slipped away quietly among the students who fell down one after another.

The crisp bell rang, and stopped abruptly after urgently completing the task.The "March of Athletes" that I had listened to for a year began to play on the radio.

The students lined up in the corridor, and those who liked to watch the excitement just lay down and looked up and down the corridor.

On the square in front of the teaching building, blue and white long dragons with classes as the unit wind their way towards the playground.

"Fang Qixing, Mingyu, what are you two doing!" Wen Yuan pointed at the two people running around in the line.

Fang Qixing smiled ingratiatingly at Wen Yuan, and then hurriedly jumped in line behind Chu Jiaojiao.As soon as the people stood up, the team in front started to run.

"Fang Qixing, this is the girls' team." Chu Jiaojiao said as she ran downstairs.

"You discriminate against boys."

"Damn!" Chu Jiaojiao made a wrong step, and ran beside him beside him. "Tu Chen, are you going to practice football in gym class this afternoon?"

"Yeah." Mingyu nodded.The already improved face instantly won Chu Jiaojiao's love.

Not to be outdone, Fang Qixing intersected between the two, his eyes sparkling with excitement: "Hey, gossip, do you know that our class has a new transfer student?"

Chu Jiaojiao had doubts in her eyes: "The news is true?"

In front of the teaching building, the team suddenly accelerated.Chu Jiaojiao grabbed Mingyu and ran away.

The little chubby Fang Qixing was stunned for a moment, and before Wen Yuan saw it, he moved forward with all his strength.After catching up with Mingyu and the others, Fang Qixing was out of breath: "The news, it's all gossip."

"What does that sound like?"

Chu Jiaojiao held Mingyu's arm. Although he was taller than Chu Jiaojiao who was 1.6 meters seven, his physical fitness was not half as good as hers.Being pulled like this saved a lot of energy and suffered a lot from long hair.

Mingyu weighed himself and felt that it was necessary to increase the amount of exercise.

"Hey! Slow down, I can't keep up!" Fang Qixing ran a few steps and fell behind.

Running across the teaching square, I don't know which class is impatient, and directly passed through the long queue, interrupting the team of class [-].

Fang Qixing twisted and turned several times, and finally Wen Yuan came over and patted him on the head, even though he couldn't see it, only to realize that he was following the wrong team.

Finally, class thirteen stood still.

Fang Qixing rubbed his head: "I said why I couldn't find you."

One class and one team go down.Chu Jiaojiao was right in front of Mingyu.

Sandwich biscuits? Mingyu: "Teacher Wen is here!"

Today's Wen Yuan is wearing a gentle apricot dress, her hair is slightly curled.Putting it in the teacher's pile is definitely a facade.But at this moment, she frowned slightly, as if something was wrong.

"Ming Yu, have you seen Cheng Yanxia?" Wen Yuan walked to Ming Yu's side and lowered his voice.

"No." Mingyu opened his round eyes slightly, caught off guard by the question.

He just wanted to ask Teacher Wen to ask Ji Zaisang and the others who were in the back line, but then he thought that Wen Yuan came up from the back line.

That should have been asked.

Thinking of Cheng Yanxia's appearance this morning, Mingyu couldn't help feeling a little worried.

After finishing a set of radio gymnastics, there are various speeches.It was not until the class bell was about to ring that all the students were put back one after another.

Mingyu walked quickly, anxious to go back to see if Cheng Yanxia was in the classroom.And Fang Qixing, who was following him, was still talking about the transfer students.Mingyu's ears were buzzing, almost thinking that he had strayed into a bee swarm.

Three steps and two steps quickly climbed up the stairs, Mingyu stepped into the classroom, and then was stopped by Wen Yuan.

"Ming Yu, the guard room called and said that your parents are here."

"Go and see, call me if you have anything to do, and come back as soon as possible if you have nothing to do."

"Good teacher Wen."

Mingyu hesitated, watching Wen Yuan return to the office in a daze.A bad premonition rose in his heart.

"Hurry up, go early and come back early!" Fang Qixing gave him a push.

Ming Yu glanced at the empty front seat and ran outside.

parents?

It was nothing more than Tang Zhilan or Ming Youlin.

He walked downstairs quickly, but bumped into Pei Yu and Ji Zaisang who were shoulder to shoulder.

"My friend, class is on, where are you going?"

"Go to the school gate."

"Oh, hurry up, it's time for class."

Ji Zaisang thought he was going to the supermarket, but he couldn't help but think of Cheng Yanxia they both saw just now. "Brother Cheng, too, don't take us with you when you play."

"Cough cough!"

A vigorous middle-aged man's voice hit the top of their skulls from top to bottom.Ji Zaisang got excited and pushed Pei Yu to block him with a swish.

Grade Director: Wang Hanhai!

The students affectionately call him Brother Hai. He is over fifty, has played basketball, caught couples, and chased thieves. He also likes to walk around every classroom with a thermos.

And also their physical education teacher.

At this moment, he held a black thermos cup and looked down at them both.From Ji Zaisang's perspective, he could clearly see several neck lines on the old man's neck.

It is Pharaoh's specialty to see people through his nostrils.

"Hey, right away! Go back to the classroom right away!" Ji Zaisang smiled.

Pei Yu's clothes were pulled by him, his face expressionless.

Ji Zaisang is in awe of him because he was once chased by Brother Hai and ran across a campus.

At that time, he happened to see his back just because he jumped over the wall, and then he was targeted.For this matter, his father even arrested him to come to school to apologize to the teacher.

After finishing speaking, the two brushed past Wang Hanhai directly and ran out of afterimages.

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From the teaching building to the school gate, it took 10 minutes to walk for 10 minutes.

All the way along the wall to the security room, in front of the half-open window, the security guard on duty just saw him.

"Are you Mingyu?"

"The person outside said they were your family members, but they were drunk, so we asked you to have a look."

Mingyu's heart skipped a beat.The footsteps moved inward a little.

Through the coldly lit school gate, Mingyu saw Ming Youlin sitting on the steps outside the security room.Holding the wine he used to like to drink in his hand, his legs were spread out, and his body was bent.

Not sure if he fell asleep or not.

The school gate was open, and Mingyu dared not go any further.

Mingyu said directly to the security guard: "Uncle, can I borrow a place to make a call?"

"Then you come in."

As soon as the words fell, a loud curse overwhelmed the security guard's voice. "Mingyu! You little bastard!"

I don't know what kind of nerve the simple conversation offended the person outside. He was obviously sitting still just now, but suddenly he jumped up and grabbed the wine bottle and threw it at Mingyu's body.

Mingyu was so frightened that he reflexively turned sideways.

With a bang, the wine bottle shattered where he had just stood.

The clean shoes were also splashed with a little dust, and they became numb in an instant.

"I asked you to come and study!" The drunk Ming Youlin was like a trapped beast, venting his frustration, resentment and money-lost plunder in a drunken state.

He stumbled and ran towards Mingyu, passing the gate directly.

Ming Chen's heart sank, and the whitewashed wound was torn open again, and the bloody smell exuded a rancid smell.

He wanted to run, but his feet were sunk in the mud and he couldn't lift them.Mingyu restrained his psychological shadow, almost trembling, grabbed the broken glass on the ground.

Seeing Ming Youlin getting closer and closer, it slowly appeared in his eyes like an elongated lens.Mingyu was so frightened that his teeth chattered, and he could only stop the thought of curling up and hugging his head when he pinched his palm with his fingers.

The wind of fists hit his face, and Mingyu took advantage of the situation to move sideways.The glass piece in his hand tightened, and before he could use it, a tragic roar suddenly resounded under his feet.

The air was stagnant, and Mingyu's palm was torn apart...