Monday, 1 November 1999.

Shanyang Junior High School, the first class of junior high school, the first Chinese class.

A broken piece of chalk drew a perfect parabola, flew off the podium, and smashed into a round head.

Wen Min put down the test paper he was explaining in his hand, and his face was gloomy: "Seinfeld! stand up!

All eyes were on one place, the dazed man who was sleeping on the table.

Seinfeld was dazed, completely unaware of what was going on, the test papers on the table were half soaked with saliva, and he stood up in a daze but his eyes were glazed, and he didn't respond to the frantic hints of his table peers pointing to a certain position on the test papers.

Wen Min looked at him, he was angry, and shouted angrily: "You stand and listen to the class, sober up, it's really not okay to go out and blow the wind, and be refreshed." ”

Seinfeld woke up instantly, I can't freeze into a fool when I go out on such a cold day, and there are still a bunch of people around me like monkeys after class, it's too embarrassing.

At this moment, Seinfeld's head shook like a rattle, and he said urgently with a hippie smile: "No, no, Mr. Wen, I'll just stand and listen." I don't have to go out, it's too far away from the door to hear your teachings, and I still have to correct the wrong questions on the test papers, right?"

"Hahahaha. ”

The whole class laughed aloud, An Zishan couldn't help but sigh, this fat man has a strong desire to survive!

Wen Min didn't plan to let Seinfeld out, although he was angry that Seinfeld didn't listen carefully to the class when he slept in class, but he was afraid that he would fall behind in the class, so he woke him up and continued to talk about the test papers.

The longest Chinese class for Seinfeld was finally over, and seeing Wen Min walk out of the classroom, Seinfeld sat down with a plop, wailing: "I'm tired to death, I'm finally gone, my legs are numb when I stand, Teacher Wen is too faceless!"

An Zishan slowly put away the notes he had made in class, and suddenly felt that his back was poked twice with a ballpoint pen.

Turning his head, Seinfeld had a flattering smile in his eyes, "Zishan, are we two good brothers, good buddies!"

"It's not!"

An Zishan replied without a trace of hesitation, turned around, and ignored him.

Seinfeld was not annoyed, stretched out his head, and said to himself with a smile: "Good buddy, do you have to help, don't you need to stick a knife in both ribs, it's very simple, you can do it." ”

An Zishan glanced at Seinfeld, who was playing, and said in surprise: "Who are you, do we know each other?"

Seinfeld was stunned by a sentence, not knowing how to answer.

After a while, Seinfeld cried and wailed with a sad face, "Zishan, Teacher Wen has to copy this homework test paper twenty times, you see that my little hands with fine skin and tender flesh must grind out calluses! There is also an essay, how can I finish writing this......"

An Zishan glanced at Seinfeld and ruthlessly exposed him, "What kind of homework is assigned, it is obviously punished for copying, how can I only need to write essays, dare to sleep during class hours, and don't punish you for punishing anyone." ”

Seinfeld looked aggrieved, and said pitifully: "I'm so sleepy that I can't help but fall asleep, I borrowed the next class before and promised to pay it back today, people can't be untrustworthy, I read it all night at home last night, do you think I can not be sleepy, how easy am I." ”

An Zishan was helpless, and admired: "You see that Zhu Gege delayed his studies, and you still have a reason to sleep in class?"

"Zishan...... Good son, good ...... , Little Shanshan? Hey, Brother Shan...... Brother Shan...... Don't go, you help me copy the test paper five times, and I invite you to eat a pack of Tang monk meat, isn't it easy?"

Ahn got up and left to walk to the bathroom, Seinfeld following closely behind.

Talking left and right, An Zishan said speechlessly: "Fat man, are you a little stupid, are we both the same handwriting, just your wild grass, my handsome handwriting, you think Teacher Wen is stupid, she can't see that I wrote it for you, believe it or not, and then you will be punished for copying fifty times." ”

Seinfeld pursed his lips and said unwillingly: "You just don't want to help me, and I treat you as a brother and a best friend in vain, I really misjudged you." ”

As he spoke, he squeezed his eyes hard, and he was about to squeeze out tears, An Zishan looked at it calmly, and motioned to Seinfeld to start your performance, the bitter meat trick was used!

Seinfeld saw that An Zishan didn't eat this, so he pretended to be angry and turned his head and walked to the classroom, saying bad things about An Zishan in his mouth.

An Zishan is very helpless, a little kid is a little kid, naïve, and wants to get away with it!

In the classroom, Seinfeld sat in his seat, thinking about how to complete his homework with less effort, twenty times was a bit much.

Suddenly, his eyes rolled, hehe, silly music, it seemed that he had thought of something.

When An Zishan returned to the classroom, he found that Seinfeld was writing with his head down, thinking that Seinfeld had finally figured it out and began to write his homework seriously without taking shortcuts.

Seinfeld held three ballpoint pens wrapped in scotch tape in his right hand, and the refills were just the right distance from each line of the notebook to write the exact same words in three lines in a row, which meant that he could write three times at a time.

An Zishan was stunned and quipped: "Fatty, you are really talented, so many ghost ideas are used here to really wronged you, you are talented!"

Seinfeld glanced at An Zishan, with a proud face, "If you don't help me write, I can also do it, how big it is, it can stump me." ”

An Zishan was speechless, and if you gave you a little sunshine, you would be bright, "You are really a little floating, you will be miserable when you are found by Teacher Wen." ”

"Whew!"

Seinfeld pursed his lips, lowered his head and continued to write, completely ignoring An Zishan, only thinking that he could go out to play after finishing writing earlier.

Seeing that Seinfeld didn't take his kind reminder seriously, An Zishan didn't care about him, thinking about visiting Ding Haizhou in Lianhai Prison on the weekend, it was time to go to Wen Min.

After class at noon, An Zishan came to the door of the second class classroom, called Zhang Hua, and went to Wen Min's office together.

On the way, Zhang Hua looked at the office of the Chinese teaching and research group in front of him, and said softly: "Zishan, you said that we are talking about these things in the office, if there are other teachers, isn't it good?"

An Zishan glanced at Zhang Hua with some surprise, why did this kid suddenly think so much?

"It's okay, if there are other teachers around, let's call Teacher Wen out and find a place where no one is around. ”

"For example, Mr. Wen's dormitory ......"

Things are as Zhang Hua expected, there are still two teachers in the office, but Wen Min is also a smart person, as soon as he saw the two of them coming to find himself together, it was probably Ding Haizhou's business, he looked around the office and said softly: "You come with me." ”

He got up and walked out first, and went straight to the teacher's dormitory.

Wen Min sat on her bed, and An Zishan and Zhang Hua sat on a teacher's bed opposite, looking at her.

After a moment of silence, Wen Min said calmly: "Say it, I'm ready." ”

The two glanced at each other, Zhang Hua motioned to An Zishan to speak, he didn't refuse, and said softly: "Teacher Wen, I went to visit Director Ding with Huazi on Saturday, and some situations may be different from what you think." ”

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