You used to be far away from my sight

Wei Zheng is a strange person, very protective of the calf.He thinks that his class is the inside, and other classes are the outside, and that other classes bullying his class is equivalent to a war between the two countries. Regardless of his civil war, the "foreign devils" outside are dealt with first.So, all along, no one dared to bully the first class.

Now there is a kid from another class who is going to be transferred to class one, and he will be his little friend from now on. This must be protected.

Wei Zheng agreed without saying a word.

Those who were about to go had a posture, Wei Zheng dragged his family and led a group of people to the gate of Class Six.

"Family" consisted of Gu Yuan, Duan Xiaodong, Shen Yi'an, Qian Yong and a big fat man named Wang Peng in the first class.

Originally, he didn't want to bring Gu Yuan here, but it would be a waste if he didn't take advantage of this villainous face, so Wei Zheng pulled Gu Yuan over sternly.

"Han Shaobin" Wei Zheng shouted at the door.

A dry and skinny boy in a corner stood up shakily and whispered two words: "I am"

This appearance that is about to piss off is absolutely frightened by being bullied, like the sound of mosquitoes screaming, if it weren't for Wei Zheng's sharp ears, he wouldn't be able to hear it.

"Brother Zheng, I'll pick you up for transfer." Wei Zheng walked over, picked up a stack of books on his desk, and was going to help him move them away.

Han Shaobin grunted and said thank you: "Thank you!"

After using this battle, anyone who dares to trouble Han Shaobin will be courting death.

All the members of the first class finally arrived, and Brother Wu stood on the podium and began his long speech.The first sentence is still the same sentence at the beginning of the school: "I will not be your head teacher, I will be your friend who forgets the year."

Wei Zheng: I just quietly watched you pretend to be aggressive.

Then Brother Wu continued to babble: "It's okay to go out to play, but you have to report it. I'll give you a slip. It's okay to fall in love, but you have to tell me. I'll cover for you. Of course, the person must pass my eyes, but it won't work." If he is not good enough for my student, let him eat swan meat like a toad.”

The classmate laughed.

"I'm serious, you can tell me if you are short of money, I will lend it to you, as long as you return it to me before graduation. If you are bullied, tell me, I will ask your monitor to get it back for you" Brother Wu explain.

The whole class turned their heads to look at Wei Zheng, who grinned dryly a few times.

This is true, brother Wu can really do it, although Wei Zheng has never reported when he went out to play, never revealed his relationship, and never borrowed money from brother Wu, but he can guarantee one thing, the last one Absolutely true.

Even if Brother Wu didn't say anything, Wei Zheng would still make a move.

Gu Yuan: Then why didn't you help me when I was beaten by a group?

Wei Zheng: Is that what you call gang fights?That's called unilateral violence. I was afraid to go up and help, and I was beaten away.

Wei Zheng was so absorbed in thinking about things, Brother Wu has already moved on to the next link—talking about ideals.

"Squad leader stand up and tell me, what is your ideal?" Brother Wu suddenly asked Wei Zheng.

Wei Zheng's first thought was: Brother Yuan.

But he couldn't say that, so he said casually: "I want to be the successor of socialism."

"..."

"Okay" Brother Wu applauded violently excitedly.

This time, Brother Wu was able to deal with it so calmly: "You are worthy of being the squad leader, and your awareness is high."

The little brother who studied martial arts early in the morning didn't stop talking, and repeated the set of rhetoric about the start of school again.The students who had just transferred in thought it was interesting, and their hearts became hot. The students from the original class [-] yawned boredly and fell asleep.

After learning scriptures seventeen or eight times in a dream, Gu Yuan woke up.

Looking up, you can see old man Lu's thin physique, which makes Gu Yuan tremble in fright, as if he was holding a hot iron stove just now.

"Wake up." Old man Lu's voice was soft as if he was afraid of scaring anyone, "It's time for class."

The more gentle the more terrifying, Gu Yuan knew that old man Lu would go crazy in this class.

Ding Lingling's class bell hit like a scourge, and the whole class was caught off guard.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for old man Lu's first roar.

"Close gently, slowly twist, wipe and pick again, um ah oh oh oh oh oh oh"

"It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward, rushing and rushing"

The two poems that Old Man Lu had just spoken stirred up the heavy atmosphere. All the members couldn't help laughing, their stomachs tensed and they didn't dare to laugh.

"Wei Zheng has grown up this time, but he didn't give me an ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, why don't you two grow up?"

Wei Zhenghuai had a reciting booklet handwritten by Gu Yuan himself. He couldn't recite things, but he could recite what Gu Yuan wrote, and it stuck in his mind like a picture.

It is impossible not to get full marks for the recitation part.

Old man Lu sighed: "Every time I take an exam, I have to make some jokes to be happy."

Wei Zheng, who thought he had escaped a catastrophe, loosened his facial muscles and laughed, his voice sounded like he was crying when he was about to hold it back but couldn't hold it back: "Puff ha ho ho ho ho cough ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

Almost at the same time as he was laughing out loud, old man Lu flashed to his side and pinched his arm.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Wei Zheng couldn't help shouting.

"You're still laughing, look at your appreciation of ancient poetry and prose, and ask how you understand this line of poetry." Old man Lu worked harder, "You give me a sentence:'I read it three or two times, carefully guessing the poet's mood , finally figured it out'. I need you to tell me how I figured it out?"

Wei Zheng twitched in pain, his eyes flickered slightly, as if there were tears.Out of habit, the cry turned into laughter: "Ah ha ha ha ha ha"

Then everyone couldn't hold back anymore, burst into laughter.

Old man Lu had pinched enough, he let go of his tightly gripped flesh, and picked up Wei Zheng's test paper, read it over carefully, and nodded.

"Talent" old man Lu said two words helplessly.

After a glance, Xu Shi noticed that Gu Yuan was laughing too happily, and he handed the paper in his hand to Gu Yuan: "Gu Yuan, read it out loud."

Gu Yuan immediately withdrew his smile, looked at old man Lu wonderingly, stood up, and glanced at the paper: "Which read?"

"You can read whichever piece you think is the most amusing, and let everyone have fun," said old man Lu.

Just now Gu Yuan just glanced at it roughly, this time carefully from the beginning to the end, laughing at each question, thinking: This guy is born to be a comedian, it would be a pity not to go to variety shows.

"I...how about...read it all...hahahaha" Gu Yuan couldn't help laughing as he spoke, the more he laughed, the happier he became.

Old man Lu also felt that he was in a difficult situation, so Gu Yuan said, "Let's read that extra-curricular translation."

Gu Yuan folded the paper, looked at the back, and found that it was difficult to say this, no wonder old man Lu blamed it.

Gu Yuan lowered his head, frowned and said, "Tang Su asked: Do you know archery too? Am I not good at archery? The old man replied..."

"Read according to the paper," Old Man Lu interrupted Gu Yuan.

Gu Yuan thought to himself: I did my best, Wei Zheng, don't blame me.

Coy, he stuttered and read out the words written by Wei Zheng: "Tang Su asked: You know how to ejaculate, so is my ejaculation different? Is it fine? The old man said: He can't, he is more skilled with his hands."

At that time, Gu Yuan had only one question on his mind to ask Wei Zheng: Could it be possible that the ancients would record such things as masturbation in books.

I have a lot of brains.

Are you having a jerk?