It wasn't until Xiao Yao walked out of the door of the class that Huang Li raised her head, looked at Wang Jiajia on the side, and asked with some concern:

"Teacher Cao won't do anything to Xiao Yao, right?"

"What else, you just sit in front of Xiao Yao, listen to the lectures, who still reads." Isn't that looking at the blackboard, or looking at your back? It's just looking at your back and it doesn't affect anyone, so there is no reason to punish him for standing for half a class, I look at that, it's that Teacher Cao doesn't like Xiao Yao, but Xiao Yao doesn't provoke him. ”

"Let's go and see. ”

Wang Jiajia, who has always protected Xiao Yao, was indignant, and after speaking, he pulled Huang Li and walked out of the door.

"Is it appropriate for us to go now?"

Seeing Wang Jiajia protecting Xiao Yao like this, she felt a little envious in her heart, Xiao Yao was punished for standing, and she felt faintly uncomfortable when she didn't move. She didn't know what was wrong with her, and she wanted to say what Wang Jiajia said like this, but she couldn't say it. When Teacher Cao said that Xiao Yao looked at her back and asked him if there were flowers on his back, her heart was still warm, her heart was beating faster, and she had an indescribable feeling. It was a feeling that I had never felt before, it was so strange, so sweet, and so anticipating afterward.

"If there's anything that's suitable or not, we're just going to see it, and we're not going in. What are you afraid of?"

Wang Jiajia couldn't help but say, so she took Huang Li and walked towards Teacher Cao's office.

From elementary school, to junior high school, to today. In the past few years, Wang Jiajia can be said to be the person who knows Xiao Yao best. In her mind, Xiao Yao is honest and reasonable. It is possible to be aggrieved but never humiliated. When he encounters a reasonable person, he can lower his voice and seek perfection in a compromised manner; when he encounters an unreasonable person, he will swing his fist at him without any ambiguity. Treat money as dung, and value friendship as a thousand gold.

When he was in junior high school, he went to the city to visit relatives, and his classmates entrusted him to bring some study supplies, he never asked what the price was, and he didn't want the money given by his classmates. From a few cents, a few yuan to dozens of yuan, he never confiscated a classmate's money. It is not enough to match the pocket money given by his parents and the money given by relatives in the city, and he often asks his parents for money. Later, the classmates were embarrassed to ask him to buy things on their behalf.

At that time, in the countryside, there were no asphalt roads and means of transportation like now, and it was not easy to go to the county seat, let alone go to the provincial capital, even Wang Jiajia and Huang Li had never been to the county seat until now. The roads are not wide country dirt roads, and the eternal sign is the deep two ruts left on the road by the Dongfanghong tractor. Even bicycles, only the current township mayor and secretary level will have one.

Thinking of Middle School, dozens of kilometers away from Wang Jiajia and their Yingzi, every time she goes home on the weekend, she must catch up on a sunny day, she sat on the back seat of the only bicycle in the school, watching Xiao Yao on the uneven dirt road, pedaling the bicycle vigorously, her face is full of pride, and her heart is warm happiness.

Sometimes, when the bicycle is bumpy, she will involuntarily grab Xiao Yao's clothes, and inevitably touch the soft flesh of Xiao Yao's waist, she will have a fever in her face and panic. Once she let go of her hand when she touched it, she was thrown directly off the back seat, and sat on the road full of dirt lumps, tears of pain rolling down. was so scared that Xiao Yao never dared to ride his bicycle too fast in the future. Xiao Yao asked her to hold his waist, so that she wouldn't fall. But she didn't hold it, in fact, in her heart, she wanted to think about it very much. It's just a little touch, and the whole body is so comfortable and subtle, if she really hugs it, what kind of taste will it be, she is really looking forward to it. But come to think of it, she has never broken through this move. Her biggest psychological obstacle. It is the folk customs.

Every teacher's office is actually a bedroom room. A single room, the back half is a bedroom, separated by a curtain in the middle, and the front half is placed with a table and a chair, which is the office place. The principal is no exception. Turning the corner of the classroom, from a distance, they saw the scene in the door of Teacher Cao's office with the door open. Teacher Cao sat on the chair, bent over, and said something to Xiao Yao. Xiao Yao also sat on a small stool that he got out of nowhere, holding his head high, listening to Teacher Cao's speech, and nodding from time to time.

"Jiajia, are Xiao Yao and Teacher Cao holding cigarettes in their hands?"

"I think so, it's definitely not chalk, and they don't have a small blackboard in front of them, so what are they doing with chalk. It's a cigarette, you can see it's all smoked, and it's smoking. ”

Huang Li looked at this scene and asked Wang Jiajia a little incredulously. Wang Jiajia was also blinded, Xiao Yao occasionally smoked behind his back, she knew it, in the third year of junior high school, Xiao Yao said that it was his grandfather who harmed him and taught him to smoke. According to his grandfather's statement: Men who don't smoke are uglier than women who have long beards, and the eldest grandson of our family, who is such a talent, must learn to smoke, so he taught Xiao Yao. But things aren't quite right today.

Having said that, when Mr. Cao saw Xiao Yao stepping into the door of his office, he couldn't wait to ask him:

"Do you have a cigarette? Don't pretend to me, I know you smoke, and you smoke as much as you can. ”

He just finished smoking today's cigarettes, although they are all a few cents a pack of bumper harvest, or a dime a little more than a big iron bridge, but he is more addicted to smoking. Even if you save on pumping, you need almost two packs a day. I was dry in class just now, and I was addicted to smoking for a long time. Of course, there is a fire in my heart.

The most important thing is that the last time he chatted with the physical education teacher, Teacher Su said, it would be good if I were the head teacher of your class, Xiao Yao of your class, as long as I take physical education class, the whole class will be assembled. I shoved the whistle into Xiao Yao's hand, asked him for a deer antler cigarette, and asked him to take his classmates to play ball and run, and I went to the edge of the playground to enjoy the smell of good smoke. That's a difference, but unfortunately there are only two PE classes a week. Therefore, seeing Xiao Yao in a daze in class today, he also used the topic to play a little bit, and the punishment was heavy. But Xiao Yao didn't know that he was also shot while lying down.

Xiao Yao took out the freshly opened deer antler cigarette from his trouser pocket very happily, reached out and put it on Mr. Cao's desk, and then took out the match. Teacher Cao leaned back on the seat, like the landlord Lao Cai in the movie, lit the match handed over by Xiao Yao, and then took a deep breath hard, wrapped it in his mouth, and was reluctant to spit it out for a long time. After exhaling the cigarette for a while, I looked at our teacher Cao again, and his eyebrows opened and his eyes smiled. The seriousness on his face vanished, and the happiness on his face rippled. Xiao Yao, who was standing on the side and peeping quietly, was stunned.

What is the situation? This person's face can still change like this? Even with the face changing technique, there is no such speed, right? Now he finally understands why Mr. Cao has so many expressions that match the plot of the book when he lectures. I secretly admired it in my heart.

After continuing to smoke two puffs in a row, Teacher Cao saw Xiao Yao lick his lips with his tongue and pursed his lips. He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it to Xiao Yao:

"Do you want to smoke? Come on, smoke one, smoke and drink in my office, it's okay. ”

All of a sudden, the cigarette is comfortable, the heart is comfortable, and the torturous addiction to smoking is over. He had completely forgotten who he was. Cigarettes are students, and the objects to whom they hand cigarettes are also their own students. And it is also a student who is called to punish and educate.

However, at this time, Mr. Cao didn't think so much, he was beautiful in his heart: Tell you Teacher Su to be in front of me, don't you just want one physical education class? There are only a few physical education classes in January? Only one was missing from the red cigarette case. Give me a decent point, have you ever had such treatment as Teacher Su? Hahaha, it's still the head teacher who deserves it, or he won't be laughed at by Xiao Su to death.

Alas~~. It doesn't matter if Mr. Cao is beautiful here, but, but, the door of your room is open. And Xiao Yao has always been informal, and he didn't expect so much, so he took the cigarette from the teacher, lit it directly, and ran inside to take out the small stool that Teacher Cao used to wash his feet and sit on it.