Wang Zhao ignored her, hit the direction, and suddenly a man and a woman rushed to the front of the car, Wang Zhao hurriedly stepped on the brakes, fortunately did not hit them, this man and woman did not seem to be coming at them, scolded each other, scuffled together.

A little boy and a little girl ran out of the aid center, and the two children first cried and hugged the woman's legs: "Mom, don't go!

The woman pushed them away fiercely: "Don't look for me! Go to your father, your father doesn't want you anymore!"

The little girl, who was about two or three years old, was pushed to the ground, crying until she couldn't stand up, and crawled to hug her father's leg, but before she could touch it, the man's foot kicked over: "Get out! Get out, you two wild seeds, I'm not your father!"

The corners of the little girl's mouth immediately burst into blood, and the little boy, who was about seven or eight years old, saw that his sister was injured, rushed up and bit the man's arm, and the man slapped him.

The woman grabbed the man's hair, and the four of them twisted together.

"Have you seen enough, can you go?"

Han Xiaoyin came back to her senses, if it weren't for Wang Zhao's presence, she would have gone to the rack.

"See, this is human nature, pitiful?

Wang Zhao quickly reversed the car and turned onto another road with dense surrounding residences, where osmanthus trees were planted in an orderly manner on both sides of the road, and the fragrance hit people, and he continued to sink into the past. Once a person's character is fixed, it is difficult to change when he reaches adulthood, and she is relieved in her memories of the decision she has made now against Yu Xinzhi, which she thinks is not correct.

Adults don't care if it's right or not, it's to make themselves feel good, she shook her hair, and Han Xiaoyin next to her was like an eggplant beaten by cream, still thinking about the children that the two parents didn't want, the two of them didn't say anything, and the fragrance of flowers continued all the way, making a boy who popped out of Wang Zhao's mind soft into a sponge.

In the third year of junior high school, the class was re-divided, the class teacher and other teachers were all changed, and the classmates were the top students selected in the grade, and the teachers were also the best of the best. The pace of classes is faster, one class can teach six papers, the recess time is shortened, only enough to go to the toilet, and lunch is delivered directly to the classroom by the cooking aunt in the cafeteria.

The school has only one requirement for this class: all of them are admitted to key high schools.

Wang Zhao loves this class so much that she wishes that the short recess time would also be canceled, so that there would be no girls holding hands to the toilet, and when they passed by her, they laughed intentionally or unintentionally, she felt that they were discussing her, laughing at her, and she was distracted by her thoughts, and she broke off her train of thought.

Fortunately, there are not many times like this, and the teachers are also very amiable, and overall the life of the third year of junior high school is more than a little more comfortable than the second year of junior high school. The only thing she felt pressure was that her classmates were smart and hardworking, and she had to study harder to avoid being left behind.

She didn't take the first place in the third year of junior high school, and the first grade has always been a male classmate in the class, he jumped from the first year of junior high school, and it is said that he also skipped several levels in elementary school. Similar to a genius-like character, but he is modest and gentle, usually he sits there silently reading books, doing questions, not approaching anyone, and is gentle and friendly to everyone, the teacher praises him in class, he is indifferent, and he does not say a word. This boy is excellent, but he can't make people jealous, so he can only watch from a distance and worship on the ground.

may also be used to being praised, the teachers basically have to praise him every day, no way, who makes every homework learn very well, and some of the problem-solving methods even the teacher didn't even think. The mathematics teacher compiled some of the problems he had solved into a book and sent them to everyone to study, Wang Zhao was ashamed of herself after reading it, she used to think that she had learned mathematics well, but now she found that there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people, and the high school entrance examination is a competition for students in the city.

Once outside of class, Wang Zhao was tired of doing the questions, so he took out his workbook and looked through it, he happened to see it, and walked over and pointed to a question: "Actually, there is a more concise way to solve this problem, I only thought of it later." ”

He leaned over Wang Zhao's desk and quickly wrote out the process of solving the problem, Wang Zhao subconsciously exclaimed: "How did you think of it, it's wonderful." ”

He scratched his head embarrassedly: "I had a flash of inspiration, and we will discuss more when we have time." ”

He said "we", Wang Zhao didn't know if his face was red, but his face was hot.

It's been a long time since I've spoken to a boy, and this incident has impressed her so much.

At the end of October, because the province was going to hold a mathematics competition, the school first selected a group of participating students through the examination in the school, Wang Zhao and the boy were selected, according to the school's arrangement, every day after school, the participating students had to go to the reading room to participate in the pre-competition training.

On the first day, the male classmate packed his schoolbag and stood in the corridor generously waiting for Wang Zhao to come over, and it was almost ten minutes away from the classroom to the reading room.

Wang Zhao lowered his head to his feet and followed him without saying a word, but he deliberately stopped from time to time, waiting to walk side by side with her, asking her how she was studying, and exchanging learning experiences with her. And Wang Zhao's ability to express himself in language seems to have been lost in front of him, and he can only "um", "right", "yes".

Their class was at one end of the hallway, and they had to walk to the other end of the hallway, and the way down the stairs was the way to the reading room. The long corridor was filled with students from various classes coming home from school, and those students were laughing, chattering, looking at them, maybe talking about them, maybe talking about her, but when I was with him, my heart was not uncomfortable, but warm.

Later, Wang Zhao stood up every time until the other classmates in the class were gone, and he tacitly dragged it until this time, and then the two of them ran all the way, and the books in the schoolbag swayed "hoc". The sunset dyed their steps red, stretching his tall figure slender and slender, and occasionally on this road that seemed to pass through a time tunnel, Wang Zhao would be a little sad, they had not shared each other's stories, her stories were not mentioned, and his must be beautiful.

The two of them bent into the small classroom in the reading room and sat in the last row, where the teacher coughed softly to show them to hurry.

Wang Zhao quickly opened the question book, secretly panted, and squinted slightly at him.

So did he.

Once Wang Zhao came to menstruation, stomach hurt, cold sweat during class, she was lying on the book shivering, he asked her what was wrong, she said it was okay, she had something, but it was not his business, she would not say it if she was in pain, he raised his hand and asked the teacher for leave to go out, and when he came back, he had an extra chocolate box in his hand, handed it to her from under the table, and said softly: "Eat some chocolate when you are uncomfortable, and it will be fine immediately." ”

Wang Zhao was so frightened that he didn't say thank you, nor did he shirk it, and hurriedly stuffed it into his schoolbag. After class, out of gratitude, or to find an opportunity to return the chocolate to him, she didn't flash as quickly as before, and went out of the reading room with him.