A Certain Someone

The learning atmosphere in Class B is not particularly strong. As Shi Yu said, half of the students in the class are depressed.Those who play psp, play mobile games, chat on QQ and WeChat in the belly of the table, and those who put their mobile phones horizontally in the canvas pencil case to read novels on the screen, and those who use their long hair to cover them and watch videos with wireless earphones.

The relationship between the teacher and the students fully shows that the Tao is one foot tall and the devil is one foot high. One side always has a way to check, and the other side always has a way to play.

A few classmates who moved down from class A didn't quite adapt, and maybe they were in a bad mood, and one or two of them were sullen.

Sheng Wang became the only exception.

When Shi Yu said this to Sheng Wang, it was a bit of bragging and showing off, but he forgot that Sheng Wang had changed too many places and seen too many classes.

A class has the atmosphere of a class, and Sheng Wang, who is more noisy than class B, has stayed in it——At the beginning of senior high school, their group of top students who were qualified to take the recommended exam were picked out, and they gathered a pre-examination sprint class, that was the real one. unruly.

As soon as the classroom door is locked and the curtains are drawn, it is common for people to join the table to play poker, chess, and head to head.Shengwang had brought a folding basket and nailed it to the back wall of the classroom. The boys could throw anything into it when their hands were itchy, and dared to compete.Shengwang's excellent basketball shooting is mainly due to those two months.

What's more, they brought dice and used a mug as a dice cup. If they lost, they invited the whole class to eat supper. The so-called whole class was actually only 18 people.Sheng Wang was unlucky, so he asked him many times.

At that time, the supper in the school cafeteria was specially provided for the teacher on duty. In theory, the students could not buy it, for fear of delaying the lights-out and going to sleep.But they succeed time and time again.Twice people tipped off the news, and the teacher on duty came to arrest people with a deduction book. "The next batch of fights" is a happy meeting.

Sheng Wang probably did everything that Shi Yu had seen but never seen.What Xu Dazui said was right, he just took advantage of his looks, he just looked cute and honest.

He once thought that he liked that class the most, because it was unscrupulous, because it was lively, and because it could avoid returning to an empty and boring home.

After the recommendation test was over and the temporary class was disbanded, he realized that his so-called liking was nothing more than that——

On the second day of the holiday, those crazy and outrageous days became blurred. A month later, he couldn't even call some of his classmates' names properly, and only remembered a few nicknames.Then, everyone in those days became "them".

Because in retrospect, it was all piecemeal, unworkable things, lackluster.

Class B's afternoon class is fully occupied by physics and mathematics.The teacher worked hard to explain the problem-solving ideas on the top, and there were only a few people below holding the pens cooperatively, and Sheng Wang was one of them.

But he wasn't taking notes.

The school committee took advantage of the recess to reissue the homework left by the Chinese and English teachers to a few of their new classmates.He gave one ear to the people on the podium, but he was writing English questions leisurely.

When turning the pages, he stepped on the table bar and shook the chair lightly, feeling that the difference between the downstairs and the upstairs is actually not that big.

The teacher's speaking speed is a little slow, the thinking is too detailed, the difficulty is not as deep as that of Lao He and his team, the expansion part is slightly less, and there are a lot of repeated questions on the practice paper.But he can control these by himself, and other than that, he doesn't seem to have any shortcomings.

I said a long time ago that it's not that difficult, look, isn't it already getting used to it?

He said so in his heart.

The wind and rain outside the window kept going. For a long time, water droplets hit the windowpane densely, and the rhythm was orderly and somewhat monotonous, like a clock hanging on the back wall of a classroom, repeating the same sound over and over again. Time is in this sound. Quietly passed.

The sky is dark and unclear, it is difficult to tell whether it is early or late, and the teacher's voice is drowsy.

Sheng Wang raised his eyes in between brushing the questions, and suddenly he couldn't figure out the day.He took out a Chinese paper and spent one and a half classes writing until the last reading, and the handwriting began to be intermittent.

He stroked it a few times before he realized that the ink in the pen tube had unknowingly bottomed out, leaving only a layer of yellowish oil seal—the Chinese paper was really consuming ink as always.

He habitually unscrewed the pen, leaned his chair back, knocked on the back table without looking back, and then waited with his hands spread.

There was a gap of a few seconds in time, and no one stuffed something into his open hand.He didn't wait for a new refill, but only waited for Shi Yu to ask in bewilderment: "Why? Borrow a ruler or a pen?"

Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly embarrassed.

The sound of the rain seemed to have grown louder from that moment on, making it annoyingly noisy.He turned his head amidst the noise, and wanted to say to the confused Shi Yu, "Do you have any extra refills? Lend me one and return it to you tomorrow."

But before he opened his mouth, he already didn't want to say anything.

Shi Yu was still confused, Sheng Wang smiled: "It's okay, I'm confused by the questions."

"Oh..." Shi Yu replied in a daze.

Before he could say anything else, Sheng Wang turned around.

He looked at the fountain pen in his hand that had been dismantled in half, and suddenly lost the interest to continue writing the questions.He sat for a long time amidst the sound of the torrential rain, and finally admitted that he had taken it for granted.

He overestimated his adaptability and overestimated his endurance.

In less than half a day, he began to miss the location upstairs.

Sheng Wang no longer remembers how the second half of the class went.He only remembered that when the bell rang after class, he suddenly came back to his senses, took out an almost unused umbrella from his schoolbag, and ran to the Xile convenience store in a hurry.

Boss Zhao was very surprised, and muttered, "Hey, what are you doing here when it's raining heavily? Look at your trousers, how much water has been splashed. You'll cry when you wash it later."

"It's okay, there's an auntie who will wash it for you." Sheng Wang went straight into the innermost place.

Boss Zhao stretched out his head to look puzzledly, and found that he had taken three boxes of refills, red, black and blue. In addition, he also took a paper knife, a ruler, tape, and a card pen...

"Okay, okay, what are you doing? Wholesale business?" Boss Zhao hurriedly came out from behind the cash register, like a parent worried about his son wasting money, and followed Shengwang back and forth in front of the shelves.

Shengwang's gaze was still lingering on the shelf: "I'm not doing wholesale, they are all things that need to be used."

Boss Zhao was even more puzzled: "Forget about the refill, I know you use it quickly. Why don't you have a ruler and a knife to apply the pen? You didn't go to class before?"

Sheng Wang seriously explained: "I have it, but I often lose it here and there, and I can't find it when I turn around, so I have to borrow it."

Boss Zhao said "tsk tut" twice, and said, "Xiong sons all over the world are the same, forgetting everything."

As soon as he finished speaking, he found that Sheng Wang had taken three packs of post-it notes, and couldn't help but scold him: "One pack is enough, what are you doing with so many?"

"Come on, remind me not to throw things away." Sheng Wang said, "So as not to keep borrowing from others."

He took a few more things and almost couldn't hold them in his arms, so he whispered, "I don't want to borrow from anyone."

Three years old and one ditch, Boss Zhao felt that he and Sheng Wang were separated by a piece of the Pacific Ocean.He couldn't understand what the current students were thinking, he only knew that he would be late for class if he transferred.

Besides, Sheng Wang wandered around the shelves in a daze, as if he didn't know what else to buy.Boss Zhao patted him on the back and pushed him to the checkout counter, saying, "Don't pick it up, put down the duplicates for me, and pick them up when they run out. That's all, I'll scan and check out."

He found a bag to put his things in, and after thinking about it, he put another layer on the outside to prevent it from getting wet from the rain.When handing the bag to Sheng Wang, Boss Zhao couldn't help but said: "Actually, there is only one class left before dinner. You can buy it at that time. Anyway, you're going to eat outside Wutong. It's not a big deal. Something to worry about."

Sheng Wang said: "It just so happens that the refill is out of oil, and now it will be useless if you don't buy the next class."

Boss Zhao nodded, believing it.

But Sheng Wang knew that these were all excuses.He just didn't want to wait until dinner time to buy these things, because Jiang Tian would definitely be by his side, and he didn't want Jiang Tian to see him buying these things.

Busy and aimless.

Must be silly x.

Sheng Wang hurried back to Mingli Building with his bag in his hand. Maybe it was the urging sound of the preparation bell, or maybe it was because people tend to get confused in rainy days. His legs ran faster than his brain. By the time he realized it, he was already standing on the top floor. up.

Old Wu was walking towards Class A with a thermos, and stopped the boy passing by on the way: "Jiang Tian, ​​take the paper and go to hand it out first."

Jiang Tian took the paper and strode towards the classroom. When he passed the stairs, he saw Sheng Wang standing there in a daze.

He was holding an umbrella in one hand, and the water was dripping, and the ground was soaked in a large area.The other hand is holding a bag with the name of Xile Convenience Store and the school logo of the attached middle school on the bag. It should be that he just bought something and is in a hurry to get back to work.

Jiang Tian knew at a glance that he had run to the wrong floor, with a daze and embarrassment on his face, and even a trace of inexplicable embarrassment.

Jiang Tian glanced away and frowned quickly, then turned back to Sheng Wang and said, "Come to see Sister Jing?"

Sheng Wang shook his head, his dark eyes looked at Jiang Tian without blinking.After a while, he just shook his head and said, "No, I'm just..."

He paused, and finally laughed at himself helplessly, and said, "Wrong way."

Jiang Tian swept over the smile that came from the corner of his mouth, but didn't answer.

It was obvious that Shengwang failed the test on purpose and walked away on his own, but he still felt uncomfortable when he saw that smile, and he still felt a little bit distressed.

"It's so embarrassing, just pretend you haven't seen me, I'm going down." After finishing speaking, Sheng Wang turned and ran downstairs.As he turned the corner, he glanced this way.

However, Old Wu had already come over, and asked wonderingly, "Why haven't you entered the classroom yet?"

When the voice fell, Sheng Wang had already disappeared in the corridor.

When returning to his seat, Shi Yu was startled by the big bag: "What are you doing? Are you going to live in the classroom?"

Sheng Wang put those things into the belly of the table one by one, and said without looking back: "I really want to."

"Why? What stimulated you?"

"Not stimulated." Sheng Wang took out a new refill and replaced it with an empty fountain pen for the last class, "It's just that the rain is too annoying, and I'm too lazy."

It's just that rainy days are too annoying. He managed to suppress some signs, and before he showed any results, he was about to fall short.

I just saw Jiang Tian upstairs.

I'll have dinner later, and go back to the dormitory to sleep at night... Damn, then he can't make it through?

I don't know if God heard this complaint, but the dinner outside Wutong was not finished in the end.Because Jiang Tian's father, Ji Huanyu, went to old man Ding's house.