In Chen Song's impression, this girl's chin is always slightly raised, and she rarely looks at people squarely.

"I'm not interested, you can find someone else. She refused without being salty or light.

Feng Wenwen was obviously a little surprised, stunned for a moment, and raised his voice: "Why are you like this, do you still have a sense of collective honor?" After a while, everyone in other classes went, but no one from our class went, do you want our class to be seen as a joke? If everyone is like you, who else will do the things in the class?"

Years of experience as a cadre on duty told Feng Wenwen that as long as the five words "collective sense of honor" are brought out, anyone will be fine.

But this time she miscalculated.

Chen Song turned his eyes to look at the boys who were close to Feng Wenwen on weekdays: "Which of you is willing to help Ban Hua carry the rolls?"

"I, I do!" Someone immediately popped up.

Feng Wenwen is a beautiful girl, and there are always many people rushing to help.

"I do, too!"

"And me!"

", of course I, the sports commissioner, did this kind of thing......"

"Go, go, what is the sports commissioner, I'm the deputy squad leader, don't fight with me!"

Feng Wenwen scolded the fool in his heart no less than a hundred times: "Shut up for me!" Chen Song, my name is obviously you, why do you shirk your responsibility?"

"Seven courses and seven stacks of test papers, you don't call so many long hands and feet in the class, but call me this thin arm and thin legs, when I finish moving the stacks, the first class is over, can you help me stand when I miss class?" Chen Song asked rhetorically.

She was the youngest and shortest in the class, and her turn was almost always thankless.

It's someone else's credit to do it well, and it's your own fault if you do it badly, and the eccentric head teacher only scolds her as soon as she loses her temper.

A lifetime is so long, and no one makes a special trip to be a gun for others.

Chen Song didn't understand this truth when he was a child, and now that he is a lot older, he naturally doesn't understand it, counting it, the age of her two lives is enough to be Feng Wenwen's mother.

Feng Wenwen's methods of releasing dark arrows have not been taught her, she may be a little smart, but her real skills are still far behind.

Feng Wenwen, who had never eaten deflated, was so angry that his face turned blue and white for a while: "I still want you to go, what's wrong?"

said, glancing around: "If any of you help her, don't want to copy my homework in the future!"

Now no one is stupid anymore, Feng Wenwen is also a study committee member, and if she offends her, she won't eat good fruit.

Seeing this, Feng Wenwen raised his eyebrows with satisfaction: "Chen Song, if you have the ability, you will die and don't go, believe it or not, I will tell Teacher Jiang to let you stay in school until dark!"

Chen Song's eyes were faint, like a pool of water that did not make waves, which made Feng Wenwen feel as if there was something wrong - this soft persimmon didn't have the courage to fight against her before, what kind of medicine did he take wrong today?

"I have the ability to say, so naturally I have the ability not to go, the office is outside, you go and sue." ”

When the words fell, everyone's eyes changed a little when they looked at Chen Song.

dared to openly provoke Feng Wenwen, she was the first in the class.

In fact, Chen Song knew very well in his heart that Jiang Chuntao was no longer brainless no matter how eccentric he was, and he would not punish himself for such a mentally retarded thing, but Feng Wenwen was very likely to hold a grudge in his heart and try his best to stumble on himself.

But there are some things that can't be avoided, even if you bow your head this time, there will definitely be a next time.

In the final analysis, Feng Wenwen's resentment comes from Chen Shiming. And she is Chen Shiming's daughter, this is a dead knot that cannot be untied.

Feng Wenwen trembled with anger, and Chen Song stood up with a light face: "If you don't complain, get out of the way, you're in my way." ”

Feng Wenwen not only refused, but also took a step forward in a hurry, blocking the aisle between the two rows of desks.

Chen Song was too lazy to be angry with her about such a trivial matter, so he turned around and went out of the classroom from the other side to the toilet.

By the time I got back from the toilet, there were already seven thick stacks of test papers on the podium.

"Feng Wenwen asked someone to move in so soon?" she couldn't help but be a little surprised.

In her impression, Miss Feng didn't bow her head so easily.

"It wasn't Feng Wenwen who asked someone to move, it was Qi Nan," Xu Yingying, who was at the same table, came over with a gossipy face, "Last time, your homework book was thrown by Feng Wenwen, and Qi Nan picked it up for you, why is he so good to you?"

"It may be that he is kind-hearted and kind-hearted, and he can't see anyone bullying the weak. Chen Song broke it blindly.

Xu Yingying glanced at her: "Come on, if he doesn't mean anything to you, my name will be written backwards!"

Qi Nan is indeed interesting to Chen Song, the feelings of that age are as green as the tender grass in the rice field at the beginning of spring, I don't know when it quietly appeared, and I don't know when it disappeared quietly.

Chen Song's memory of this boy is stuck on the day he transferred to another school, when he lied that he borrowed her textbook without taking math notes, and when he returned, his white face flashed with indescribable emotions.

After Qi Nan left, before Chen Song could open the book, Feng Wenwen asked someone to snatch it from her hand, and after reading it, she threw it on the ground and stepped on it three times, picking up pages and sheets, tearing it so hard that she gritted her teeth.

She tore and tore, raising confetti that was flying all over the sky, like a goose feather snow in Chen Song's memory......

Later, Qi Nan's desk was emptied, some said that he moved his family to other provinces, and others said that he went abroad with his parents.

Later, Chen Song lost his math textbook and was swollen by the old man Liu who taught mathematics.

It took her a week to copy the entire math book, so much so that for a long time afterward, she had cramps just at the sight of the dense array of shapes and formulas.

In the past ten years, Chen Song has never known what secrets are hidden in the torn book, and even if she guesses, she doesn't dare to take it seriously - she always feels that some people are too good, so good that they don't seem to have anything to do with themselves at all.

"Oh yes, someone asked me to give this to you. Xu Yingying handed over a small note folded in all directions.

Unfolded the note, it was a small square line of small black letters—I was waiting for you at the back door of the school after the physical education class was dismissed.

Signed: Qi Nan.

Chen Song was silent and grabbed the note in the palm of his hand.

......

The back door of the school, not far from the garbage pond.

A few scrawny peach trees shivered in the cold wind, and the sewage on the ground formed a thin layer of ice, making a slight crumbling sound when stepped on.

As soon as Chen Song arrived here, he saw that there were many people hiding behind the peach tree on the side.

She pretended not to see it and continued to walk forward, but after a few steps someone suddenly burst out with an enamel basin in her hand.

"Cao Jing, hurry up!" someone urged urgently.

Almost in the blink of an eye, sports commissioner Cao Jing rushed to Chen Song and splashed a basin full of unknown liquid floating flocculent on her face.