"I think before I speak today, everyone seems to have a very complicated perception of me. ”

Speaking of this, Gao Mingjun touched his cheek a little embarrassed, and gave Shen Du an answer that he didn't expect from the perspective of a sufficiently complex and mature high school student.

"Probably because of jealousy, and rejection from people who are not of my race. ”

"What do you think of us as people?"

Shen Du replied without thinking: "They are all talented teenagers, and they are amazing characters that make me admire and feel powerful." ”

"There were basically no such people around me before, and you see what they are good at and what they have achieved, and the brightness of my eyes ......"

"Wow! ”

"Everyone is the same age, how can you be so powerful!"

This boast is really sincere, and with Shen Du's kind face, it is impossible to doubt it just by looking at it.

And it is this kind of sincere expression that makes Gao Mingjun, who is used to watching others acting and is also a drama master, particularly moved.

He was affirmed by a student like Shen Du, why was he so embarrassed?

But he can't patronize himself to be happy, can he?

He had to answer Shen Du's doubts, didn't he?

So Gao Mingjun also shook his head quite sincerely, and gave an answer that was different from Shen Du's senses.

"So, the hostility of our classmates towards you dissipated immediately. ”

"Because they don't feel that condescending contempt from you. ”

"Do you think we're talented? But in the eyes of ordinary parents and teachers, we're the ones who don't do our jobs. ”

"You have to study hard, if you don't study hard, you're going to learn sports. ”

"It's so hard to learn sports, I have no way out when I grow up, and I can't find a job. ”

"Or, don't learn from that kid, you can just draw two strokes if you learn to make a mess. What is the way out for those who have learned to draw these years?"

"Isn't it for the purpose of painting a big poster outside the small theater at the entrance of the alley?"

"How many people make money from painting? Don't you see that the gang of artists in the painter village in the suburbs are engaged in art, and now the poor are eating steamed buns?"

"Don't believe it, when it comes to our group, especially on campus, in the eyes of ordinary students and parents, we are on the same level as those bastards. ”

"The contempt that comes out of the conversation makes us very uncomfortable. ”

"In fact, in our eyes, what are you? a mediocre person who doesn't even have a skill, doesn't even have what he likes, and what he wants to become. ”

"It is this mutual contempt and wariness that makes us a little more scrutinized by the arrival of this strange and unusual person. ”

"Of course, I don't know about others, and here I am, there are three more points of jealousy. ”

"I've actually dreamed more than once, and I'm one of those people who study very well. If only I had been able to rank high in my grades and not fall behind in my major courses. ”

"In that case, am I the darling of the whole school, and after I was admitted to the Chinese opera, as soon as I debuted, I set up a character of a school bully. ”

It turned out that this was the case, Shen Du was happy after listening to it: "No, you don't want to erect a school bully when you make your debut in the middle of the drama." ”

"The test score of the Chinese Opera Performance Department is really not high. ”

"If you make your debut in the Department of Mathematics at Tsinghua University, then you are embarrassed to erect the character of a scholar. ”

With just these few words, Gao Mingjun felt that Shen Du, a new classmate, was really good at chatting.

Just when the two of them looked at each other speechlessly and looked at each other in embarrassment, the new head teacher could be regarded as deciding on the candidate for the propaganda committee.

"Great, I roughly calculated the final votes of the candidates for the propaganda committee of our class, congratulations, Yu Fengqing has become the propaganda committee member of our twelfth class. ”

"I hope that the newly elected class leaders in our class can lead the students in the class to cooperate with the teacher's teaching tasks and the school's learning tasks. ”

"Adding more accolades to our art class at No. 4. ”

After speaking, the young head teacher took the lead in applauding.

attracted those students with different personalities, but after all, it was the first day of school, and they still applauded their face.

When the applause in the classroom fell, the head teacher was not ambiguous, he shouted to end the class, and ran neatly outside the classroom with his bag.

Look, it's definitely not a master who likes to drag the hall.

Let these art students, who are actually quite a lot of things, breathe a sigh of relief when they brush together.

Now, now that even the teachers are gone, can they go home from school?

A few students sitting in the front row were standing up tentatively, when they heard Yu Fengqing's words from Yu Fengqing, who had just been elected as a member of the propaganda committee of the class in the back row.

"Hey, I said, are you all in a hurry? Don't leave in a hurry when it's okay?"

"Let's have a meal, sing a song, and get to know each other better." ”

"Money leopard, cash cabinet, I'm in for a treat?"

These two places are in the boundary of Wangfujing, and it is only ten or twenty minutes away from their school to take the bus without traffic jams.

After eating, it is a lively place in all directions, and it will not be too late to go home.

For the suggestion of the newly appointed propaganda committee member Yu Fengqing, the sports students sitting in the back row were the first to react.

"Okay!

"Why don't you go if someone has a treat?"

The bold man also sent an invitation to the two most beautiful girls in the class: "Hey, I said, Miao Ying, Duan Tingting, you guys also go together?"

"When there are more people, it's lively and fun. ”

Because of the coaxing of the classmates behind them, the students who originally got up and wanted to leave stood in place instead, whether they were going or not leaving.

Just when these people were coaxing the seedlings to be coerced, the seat in the center of the front row made a sting, and the sound of the chair legs rubbing against the floor.

In front of everyone's eyes, Shen Du stood up.

He really didn't fucking do it willingly!

Just as he was pondering how to turn down this invitation that smelled of kidnapping and coercion, someone took action before him.

The mysterious power that is anxious and quick-tempered has acted......

The collar of his jacket...... He was pulled up by a forceful force, and he was pulled up from his seat.

It was so powerful that it almost caused him to lean forward and hit the new table and chair he had just been assigned to.

What can the defenseless Shen Du do?