"No! I was pitching under a basketball pile an hour ago. "This is Ming Yuchan, she speaks very measuredly, her voice is neither high nor low, and she always contains a charm.

During the summer vacation, her mother arranged dance lessons, piano lessons, calligraphy lessons, math classes, etc., but she did not feel tired at all and always dealt with them calmly, as if she was born to study.

After more than a month of self-cultivation, she seems to be more temperamental.

"What should have gone has not gone, and what should not have gone has gone. "The catkins are so thin that a gust of wind can blow into the sky, and she speaks strangely, and every word makes people's nerves tremble.

"Nana, someone misses you. ”

When the girls' dormitory of 201 was being discussed, Yang Yuelong suddenly shouted in front of the window in the men's dormitory building in the front row.

"I hate you!" Nana scolded unceremoniously, there is a bad habit among them, and they like to give people "nicknames" based on their names, personalities, looks, etc.

Yang Yuelong, who was scolded, put his head in and said to Jia Chongwen: "'Mosquito', it's no fun!"

"No way, I gave her a love letter, without refusal. Jia Chongwen said with his customary shaking of the hair that covered his eyes.

Jia Chongwen, who is not too tall, always has a kind of demeanor that everyone in the world is sober and awake, his yellow hair covers both ears, and he can't tell his gender from a distance.

It is said that his father was serving a prison sentence, his mother abandoned him, and he was raised by his grandfather because he loved him, and because he loved him, he sent him to this famous school in the county.

"If you don't reply, you don't accept it. Xia Changping replied on the side.

"Don't talk nonsense, 'flies'!" scolded.

"Do 'flies' have smoke?"

"Mosquito" asked.

"Fuck, don't suck it, don't let the new homeroom teacher find out. "The fly" refused.

"Oh, who is it?" shouted the worm in a rough voice.

"I heard people laughing, and I heard that he was very strict. The "flies" seem to have a sense of fear.

"Lao Tzu has been afraid of anyone, afraid that he is not a hero. "Worm" said in a rough voice, as if there was some strategy to defeat the enemy.

"Well, how is the portion?" Su Ya returned home, took off her coat and turned around to ask Wen Ren, who was preparing for class on the sofa.

"Bullshit, gave me the worst class in the second year of junior high school!"

"If you don't look for you, many teachers in our school have changed, those who enter the city enter the city, those who are officials are officials, Duran can't even speak clearly, and now he has become the director. ”

"That's not my nature, I have to be happy with physics, why use my fame to stumble over this. ”

"That's stupid teaching, give you some bad students, no matter how you teach, you can't be brilliant!"

"Accept your fate!"

"Let's find it, give you a good class, save like last year's class, how much effort it takes!"

"It's early, and it's no longer a matter of topping!"

After dinner, I hurriedly walked to the teaching building with laughter, ready to use the evening self-study, wanted to introduce myself, get familiar with the students, understand the situation, emphasize the requirements, and rectify the discipline.

Is a good start equal to half the success, parents send their children to school, hoping that they will be admitted to key high schools, and then admitted to key universities.

With that in mind, he walked over to the class. The class was in a mess, some were talking to each other, some were chasing and fighting, some were sitting on the table with Erlang's legs crossed, some were holding mirrors to admire themselves, and some were throwing paper airplanes around, and the quiet students were drawing on pictures with white paper.

The teacher coughed so that they could prepare, and the room was quiet, except for the faint sound of rustling and a few strange coughs.

He pushed open the door and looked around at the students, some of them pretending to read, some of them didn't know what was written, a few girls were laughing with their heads down, and a few of the boys were staring at the blackboard stupidly.

Looking at it, there was an adapted song "Luchai" scribbled on the blackboard:

I don't see people in the empty mountains, but I hear people laughing. Return to the toilet and re-shine on the stool.

What a vicious poem. That's not all, and a red line is drawn underneath the laughter.

Wen Ren knew that the author was scolding him, (because of this poem, they gave Wen Ren the nickname "Lu Chai.") A faint anger welled up in his heart, and he really wanted to find out to the end to see who was giving this dismount, but after thinking about it, this may not be a good way, and improper handling will create unnecessary estrangement.

So he stepped forward and pointed to the words above the red line:

"I'll just call Wenren Laughter, your homeroom teacher, the surname Wenren, I hope it can bring you laughter, besides, I came to the third class instead of the toilet, and I taught you instead of pooping. ”

A few girls giggled, and a few boys craned their necks and squinted at Teacher Wenren.

"Life in the world is like a white horse, coming and going in a hurry, the huge world allows us to meet, which is also a kind of fate.

In a few years, you will be my history, and I will be your history, and no one can change that.

But the only thing we can do to change history: estrangement, war, strangeness, peace, or solidarity, are you right or not?"

Most of the students nodded silently, except for the next few students who were still whispering.

One student was particularly conspicuous, with only one head above the table, and a murderous aura on his immature face.

There is a wisp of bangs covering his face in front of his flat head, and the afterglow of his eyes always makes people worry, and a fat and ill-fitting haba pants make him feel a little familiar, as if he has seen it somewhere.

Teacher Wenren glared at them fiercely, and most of the classmates who spoke lowered their heads.

Only the fellow's eyes squinted at him, and he kept turning the pen with his fingers, sometimes falling on the desk, and the sound of the sound in the silence of the classroom at night knocked on his heart.

Teacher Wenren took out the list of people and began to roll call.

"Wen Tianhao!"

"Here!"

What a handsome guy, tall man, fair face, not long or short hair, and his simple eyes reveal righteousness, he is worthy of being the squad leader of the third class.

"Ming Yuchan!" he looked carefully at the second student in the class, with a red shirt, a white face that set off a delicate simplicity, and a high braid upturned up.

"Guo Yuxia!"

"Here!"

"A face that is not beautiful or ugly has a big forehead. Guo Yuxia, the deputy squad leader, always complained about her mother like this.

"Yang Yuelong!"

"What's wrong?" Yang Yuelong's special response caused everyone to laugh.

He stood up, next to his dark face, a bangs in front of his flat head, a trace of coldness between his eyebrows, and a slightly fat figure, only to find that his stool was lying upside down on the ground.

Teacher Wenren suddenly remembered that he was the boy under the basketball pile and next to the BMW, one of the famous Eight King Kongs of Yunqiao Middle School, and Yang Yuelong, the head of the four heroes in the second and third classes of junior high school.

"Yang Yuelong, put the stool straight, I'm afraid that if you're tall, you will collapse the roof!"

"Get used to it!" he said in a gruff voice.

"Don't make a fuss, when you become the county magistrate in the future, will you put the stool upside down?"

Wen Ren seemed to say flatteringly, Yang Yuelong smiled at this time, barely straightened the stool, and picked the pen in his hand with his fingernails.

After class, Teacher Wenren called Wen Tianhao, Guo Yuxia, Ming Yuchan, Mei Jie and other class cadres to discuss the problems existing in the class, discuss the measures that should be taken, and reassign tasks to them.

Wen Tianhao and Guo Yuxia's positions have not changed, and they are also class presidents and students, Ming Yuchan is the deputy class president and student union cadres, and Mei Jie is the health committee and sports committee.

Note: Students were not wearing uniforms at that time.