The vest is still solid today

The blackboard newspaper needs to be finished before school ends on Monday. On Tuesday, director Wu will go to each class to take pictures and post them on the bulletin board for everyone to vote.

With the words of Jinkou from director Xiaoqiang, the classmates in Class [-] happily handed over the task of drawing board newspapers to Du Xu. Only Tian Jinxin, who is a literary and art committee member, was not at ease and offered to help.

Du Xu patted his chest and promised to get the first one back.

Maybe because he seemed too reliable, Tian Jinxin couldn't help but believe his lies, and was dragged away by his best friend to play badminton.

The first session in the afternoon was the free activity class that Li Wei worked so hard to save them from the English teacher. Except for Yu Yu, who had been dead for ten thousand years, almost no one was willing to stay in the classroom. Walking past Du Xu, patted him on the shoulder to give him spiritual support.

When Gao Qibin went out, he also patted Du Xu on the shoulder, and comforted him: "It's okay, even if you draw a piece of shit on it, my buddies will applaud you."

"Get out." Du Xu gave him a perfect middle finger, and said with a smile, "Whenever you, Marshal Du, made a move, when did you lose a battle?"

Yu Yu watched coldly, and sometimes he couldn't help thinking about where this person's strong self-confidence came from.

Feng Zhuolin lingered until the end before leaving, and before leaving the door, he turned his head and glanced at the two people in the classroom.

There is a blackboard on the wall at the back of the classroom, which is slightly smaller than the one used in class, and it is specially used for writing notice messages and making board reports for students.Du Xu was holding a box of chalk in the back to write and draw, and Yu Yu sat in the first row and read a book by himself. There was no half-word communication between the two, but it somehow made people feel unable to get involved.

Feng Zhuolin shook his head, thinking that he must have been poisoned by his girlfriend's favorite gay novels recently.

How could he look at the pure friendship between his eldest brother and his deskmate with such a dirty eye?

However, as soon as he brought his three views back to the straight road, he saw his elder brother drawing lines on the blackboard while peeking at Yu Yu. Who is drawn.

"..."

Feng Zhuolin, who had just strengthened his three views, ran downstairs as if fleeing.

The world is still not straight.

He gave up trying to defend his elder brother.

Finally, only Du Xu and Yu Yu were left in the Class [-] classroom.Yu Yu was so immersed in a detective novel that she completely forgot about the existence of the other person. The other person didn't bother him, but only glanced at him from time to time, using him as a free model.

The warm sunshine covered most of the classroom. Yu Yu sat by the window with her head slightly lowered. A slender neck was exposed from the collar of her school uniform, which was almost transparent in white under the sunlight.From Du Xu's angle, he could just see Yu Yu's eyelashes fluttering up and down like crow's wings. He involuntarily stopped the chalk in his hand and held his breath, for fear that any small sound would destroy the perfect picture.

For a while, the only sound in the classroom was the sound of pages being turned.

Yu Yu turned to the last page contentedly. Half of the class was over. He put the book in the drawer and planned to stand up and pour a glass of water for some activities, but he found Du Xu staring at him straight.He raised his hand and touched his face to make sure there was nothing strange on it.

"Is something wrong?"

Du Xu is worthy of being praised by Director Wu as a man with a "thick-skinned hate". He was not embarrassed at all when he was caught. How about the portraits you painted? Is there hope to come back with the first grade?"

Yu Yu fell silent looking at the enigmatic pattern on the blackboard. If Du Xu hadn't said that the picture on the blackboard was him, he would have politely asked, "Excuse me, did you draw shit?"

But there are still people who don't know it, take several pictures with their mobile phones from multiple angles, and indulge themselves there.

He felt that it was impossible for him and Du Xu to be friends in this lifetime.

It is impossible in the next life.

The teacher who teaches English in Class Nine is also a strong player. Seeing that the free activity class is not occupied, he is blocked at the door of Class Nine 5 minutes before the next class. Inspirational and Chinese teachers compete to see who is in this class The master of the self-study class.

The students in Class [-] have not yet entered the classroom. Through the classroom door, they saw the aggressive English teacher and the high-spirited Chinese teacher soloing face to face at the classroom door. Teacher, I just hope they can fight for a little longer, and a little longer.

They walked into the classroom with good wishes, but their poor eyes were shocked at the first time.

The masterpiece in the style of Van Gogh occupies half of the two-meter-long blackboard. The lines are chic, smooth and majestic, making it impossible to see what the author is painting.

Gao Qibin was the worst, his seat was next to the pile of mysterious figures.He wandered to the first row and patted Du Xu on the shoulder: "Brother, I was just talking, I didn't expect you to actually draw a pile of shit... I can't applaud this, you are embarrassing me, Fat Tiger. "

Du Xu wanted to cover his stinky mouth when he uttered the first word, but it was too late - he clearly saw Yu Yu's face darken once again.Gao Qibin didn't notice Yu Yu, and went back after mocking Du Xu. He stood in front of the blackboard in silence for a while, gave up wiping the shit, and gave his brother the last bit of support—out of sight, out of sight.

Anyway, it was himself who was ashamed.

The English teacher outside the door and the Chinese teacher finally reached a consensus, and happily decided that the English teacher would use the 10-minute [-]-word test, and the remaining time would be for the Chinese teacher to write archaeological poems silently.

The two teachers happily walked into the classroom hand in hand, and fell silent when they saw the blackboard behind them.

The English teacher squeezed out a sentence: "What is this?"

Du Xu raised his hand: "Report to the teacher! This is the blackboard newspaper that our class will participate in the selection at the end of this month!"

The Chinese teacher has been teaching for nearly [-] years. If he doesn't speak out, he has poems and books in his belly. However, when faced with Du Xu's masterpiece, he couldn't even spit out a punctuation mark.

Feng Zhuolin explained thoughtfully: "Teacher, isn't the theme of our monthly newspaper 'my tablemate'? So the new great painter in our class——Mr. Du showed off his talents and painted..."

Before he could finish speaking, he received Du Xu's cold gaze. His elder brother tilted his head in Yu Yu's direction indiscriminately, and wiped his neck at him with a grinning grin.

Feng Zhuolin is a gentleman who knows current affairs, so he wisely kept his mouth shut.

But the students of No. [-] Middle School have never been fools. The brief eye contact between the two of them let the whole class know who Du Xu was painting, and the suppressed laughter quickly joined together, as if someone's bellows had leaked air. It rings endlessly.

Covering her face with her English book, Yu Yu warmly greeted Du Xu's eighteen generations of ancestors one by one.

Since ancient times, dictation and dictation have been linked to cheating. Since the second year of high school, they have to memorize a large number of words every day. Some classmates have calculated that according to the requirements of the teachers of the fourth middle school, the two "3500 English vocabulary necessary for college entrance examination" are not enough for them to memorize until graduation.

In such a harsh living environment, if you want to finish class on time and take a lunch break, you must not fail in dictation.

While the English teacher was handing out the answer sheets, all the students looked left and right.

"Big brother, how many words did you recite yesterday?"

"Friend, do you want to pass the level together?"

"Tomorrow morning, the next English class is PE. Come on, let's go together for the rest of our lives!"

"Whoever gives up first is the dog!"

"In the wind and rain, the playground is waiting for you!"

The classmate on Du Xu's right hooked up with him across the aisle: "Marshal Du, are you ready to cross the sea? The vocabulary this time is terrible...I'm still more than 30 away from memorizing it."

Du Xu raised his eyebrows: "Do I need to make a cheat sheet? I'll just copy my deskmate. My deskmate is so smart and cute, I'm sure he knows everything!" He nudged his deskmate, his tone a little bit Please, "Baby, are you right?"

Yu Yu patted his hand away indifferently, not wanting to talk to him.

"Don't be like this, let's sit at the same table anyway. This is fate, do you know fate?" Du Xu rubbed to the left without giving up, and was pushed back by Yu Yu holding his head.

Du Niugui gave full play to his perseverance and indomitable spirit, and stuck to it tenaciously. This time he learned how to be smart, and grabbed Yu Yu's hand before being pushed away, no matter how much he shook it, he would not let go.

The two of them chattering in the first row are too conspicuous, even if the English teacher wants to pretend not to see it.She rummaged through the chalk box, and found that the student on duty was so conscientious that he didn't even leave a small piece of chalk for her.

Can't break a new piece of chalk just to interrupt their earth-moving classmates?

There are still some unconscionable laughing below—that classmate surnamed Feng and Gao, don't think that if you bury your head on the table and pretend to be an ostrich teacher, you won't be able to see it!

The girl sitting behind Du Xu carefully tapped on the back of his chair: "Marshal Du... the teacher is watching you."

"Ah! Teacher, so you have finished distributing the papers? I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be so fast!" Du Xu's expression was very sincere, and he firmly implemented the principle of "admit your mistakes with your mouth, and never repent."

The English teacher kept in mind Director Wu Xiaoqiang's stocking policy of "Four Middle Schools and Three No Matters", and decided to ignore Du Xu.

She looked approvingly at the girl who helped her get out of the predicament, her eyes were bright as if she had found the light of justice in the darkness: "This classmate, I think you are very pleasing to the eye, what's your name?"

"...Hao Jia."

The English teacher made a final decision: "Then Hao Jia, from today onwards, you will be my English class representative."

Hao Jia was dumbfounded.

"But, teacher, my English score is not very good..."

"Then you need to exercise more and work hard to improve yourself. The teacher believes that your potential is unlimited." The English teacher waved his hand: "That's it - Now, boys and girls, please start your answering questions."

A piece of A4 paper is filled with two lines, English to Chinese on the left, Chinese to English on the right, and there is a small blank line on the top for students to write their class and name.For the daily [-]-word test in No. [-] Middle School, except for writing his own name, Du Xu basically had to scratch his head and bite his pen.

Just kidding, he, Marshal Du, is a brave man who dared to go to the high school entrance examination room without even memorizing the [-] words in junior high school!

Now let him face the [-]-word question, what is the difference between sending a tenth-level rookie who has just left Novice Village to face the full-level boss directly? !

He managed to pass the test yesterday, but he didn't have time to memorize the exam today... Now he doesn't even have the motivation to write his name.

Du Xu sneaked a glance at his side. Yu Yu's answering speed surpassed the level of human beings in his cognition. He just finished writing one, and continued to write another without even thinking. He felt that he could only close his eyes. It was only when I had multiple choice questions that I had such a good time.

But he is blind, he is really confident.

The English teacher happened to walk by him and is now turning his back on him.Du Xu quickly glanced at Yu Yu's paper, and then seized the time to copy the memorized words and Chinese translations onto his own paper.

At this time, the English teacher had already circled the last row and was heading in their direction.

Du Xu pretended to be blinded by a few more words, and when the English teacher turned his back to him again, he poked his head to look at the test paper at the same table. This kind of aboveboard cheating continued until the end of the dictation of ancient Chinese poems.

Yu Yu turned a blind eye to her tablemate's little tricks.

If this guy wants to copy it, let him copy it... The right is to accumulate virtue.

However, he still underestimated the mind of his deskmate.

In the morning self-study the next day, Yu Yu yawned and stood in the class teacher's office with Du Xu, listening to the teacher's instruction.

The English teacher slapped the two papers on the table, and pointed at Du Xu for a long time without saying "you".Li Wei gave up his seat to the English teacher in a gentlemanly manner, picked up two pieces of paper and flipped through them.

If it hadn’t been for a classmate surnamed Du who discovered that he had mistakenly copied the name of his deskmate and then erased and corrected it, what would be in front of them now would be two identical answer sheets except for the handwriting.

The author has something to say: Du Xu: Am I the kind of idiot who copies answers and names along with it?I tell you clearly, no!yes!

Yu Yu: Then please explain in one sentence why I was dragged into the water by you.

Du Xu: It's all beauty's fault!