As the class bell rang, Ma Xuewen took out the English book, although his English was not very good in later life, but it was okay, after all, sometimes you need to know a little English, so the English book in the first year of junior high school did not have any pressure on him.

Looking up at the English teacher who was lecturing, Ma Xuewen had to admit that although she was a little arrogant, she looked really good, she had to have a figure, she had to have a good look, if in the materialistic society of later generations, with this natural skin, I believe that she will be invincible in the workplace, after all, customers or bosses rarely reject beautiful women.

"Hey, let's go. At this time, Chen Jinzhong suddenly patted Ma Xuewen lightly on the back, the two used to find various reasons to go out as long as it was an English class, because this matter was not less punished by the head teacher.

Ma Xuewen lowered his voice and replied: "It's a little uncomfortable today, you can go by yourself first." ”

Chen Jinzhong is considered Ma Xuewen's sworn friend in junior high school, but he was not admitted to high school later, and has been farming at home, and the two have no intersection, and his junior high school classmates are actually not impressed by Ma Xuewen, because since he went to high school, he has not participated in a class reunion, and he has basically cut off contact with these people.

The two usually form pairs, and Chen Jinzhong, who was suddenly rejected by Ma Xuewen, did not find an excuse to go out, but looked through the textbook boredly, occasionally said a few words with the same table, or made a grimace to amuse other classmates, which caused the teacher to laugh again and again.

The English teacher's name is Dong Cui, although she is a little strict on weekdays, but she is indifferent to many things, in her opinion, this group of students in the second class is basically incurable except for a few suspensions, anyway, she has done her duty, as for how much these people can learn, it depends on their own creation.

"Ma Xuewen!"

Just when the class was getting more and more noisy, Dong Cui finally couldn't bear it anymore and directly called Ma Xuewen's name.

Ma Xuewen, who had been reading English books, was slightly stunned, only to hear Dong Cui continue: "Ma Xuewen, can't you hear me call you!"

At this time, Ma Xuewen remembered that he was named by the teacher to stand up and shout, and then quickly stood up and said one out loud, as soon as this word came out, there was an indescribable feeling in his heart spreading, maybe he hadn't experienced student life for too long, or he had long forgotten it, familiar with strangeness, and a little bit of novelty.

"You come up and translate this sentence and write it on the blackboard. In Dong Cui's heart, the one who can make the class fall into chaos, except for Ma Xuewen is Chen Jinzhong, Ma Xuewen's academic performance is good, but her English is very poor, which makes her inevitably have other ideas, so as long as she has the opportunity, she will make things difficult for Ma Xuewen and seek the balance in her heart.

After saying this, Dong Cui erased the English marked under Chinese on the blackboard with a board, she was sure that Ma Xuewen did not listen to the class, so she must not be able to write, so that she could have the opportunity to reprimand.

Chen Jinzhong and several restless people in the class all covered their mouths and snickered, while Li Tingting, who was beside Ma Xuewen, looked up at him, and then looked at his textbook intently.

Ma Xuewen walked onto the podium very firmly, took the chalk directly from Dong Cui's hand, and touched it with his fingertips, and the somewhat cool and slippery greasy made people linger.

Brushing brush, he quickly wrote a line of English on the blackboard, although the handwriting is not as perverted and neat as the printed type, but it is not much worse than Dong Cui.

Not only was the whole class surprised, but even Dong Cui was stunned on the spot, she didn't read Ma Xuewen's English textbook, the handwriting was already beautified in scribble, and she never thought that he could write so beautifully.

"Teacher, am I writing correctly?" the class was silent, and Ma Xuewen asked very naturally.

Dong Cui nodded with a dark face, signaling that Ma Xuewen could return to his seat, and he turned the page of the textbook and began to lecture casually. "Okay, real people don't show their faces!" "Cow!" "Awesome!"

On the way back to his seat, many classmates who had a good relationship with him gave him a thumbs up, and blurted out all kinds of praise words, as if he was the hero of the triumphant return at this moment.

Ma Xuewen has always had a smile on his face, without the pride that he has been praised by the teacher on weekdays, nor the publicity, he looks ordinary and slightly low-key.

Among those students with poor academic performance, Ma Xuewen is an outlier, because his head has turned very fast since he was a child, and he is also very smart, but he was once addicted to the game hall of the Internet café, and gradually abandoned his studies and regretted it, this time he was able to do it again, he must fill this regret, of course, play must be played, if youth is just addicted to textbooks, what is the difference between being a nerd? But he will also be attentive to learning, not only to be a student bully in the scum, but also to be a leader in the school bully!" It's a pity that I don't know how to play a guitar or compose, otherwise it's a way out to copy two later songs by myself, like the movie Charlotte Troubles. Sitting on the chair, Ma Xuewen obviously felt that a lot of eyes were looking at him, and Li Tingting also looked at him in surprise.

This English class passed quickly, and when the bell rang for the next class, Ma Xuewen did not sit on the chair as before, but walked out of the classroom with the rest of the students, stood in the aisle in front of him, and looked at the long row of houses behind him, Ma Xuewen suddenly had a sigh, it's good to be young!

It's a pity that he didn't cherish this time, but indulged in computers and game consoles, wasting a lot of good years, in this life, Ma Xuewen wants to enjoy his life!" Cui Changlong didn't know where to get a basketball, and while walking to the playground, he shouted Ma Xuewen, Chen Jinzhong, Wu Hua, Shi Lei, and a few people who Ma Xuewen couldn't think of names for a while also followed Cui Changlong.

He then stepped forward, snatched the basketball in Cui Changlong's hand, and ran forward quickly, while Cui Changlong and the others chased behind, so it was not lively.

Xinxiang Middle School only has two basketball courts, which are usually occupied by senior students, and when Ma Xuewen and the others came to the basketball court, there were already several senior students practicing here.

found a basket with few people, Ma Xuewen stood outside the three-point line and threw it directly, originally wanted to reminisce about his once sassy heroic posture, who knew that he had not touched a basketball for a long time, and threw the ball directly into the crowd. "Oops I'm cǎo, who TM threw it!"

It's not that the rivals don't get together, the basketball in Ma Xuewen's hand happened to be smashed on the head of Huo Qiang, the third junior high school, I saw that the right side of the basketball court was close to the wall, wearing a hurdle vest, denim shorts, white pull-back canvas shoes, dark skin, and the burly Huo Qiang was covering his head and looking around, trying to find out the culprit who "attacked" him.