In the midst of the ghost crying wolf howl of the freshman in high school, the game ended. Yan Zheng comfortably poured water into his stomach, and then asked me if I wanted it.

I shook my head. Yan Zheng said, "Look at your absent-mindedness, what's wrong?" I said, "I'm scared by this news, let me slow down." ”

Yan Zheng patted me on the shoulder and said, "Not many people know about this matter, and I tell you because I have a heart with you." "We've only known each other for a short time, why did you tell me?

"You're my lucky general!" Yan Zheng grinned. Then he greeted a few girls who came on. They passed by us and said with a shrill laugh: "Xiao Yanzheng, don't you feel like you lose face when you play in the first year of high school?"

Yan Zheng raised his eyebrows: "They have all written a war book, and I can be regarded as an example of killing chickens and monkeys." Besides, isn't there a high school freshman here?" Yan Zheng pointed at me. Those girls should be senior sisters, they glanced at me and said, "Little Yan Zheng, are you starting to take your little brother?" Yan Zheng smiled: "Little brother, I have a lot, this is my apprentice." ”

"Oh!" the senior sisters glanced at me and said with a smile: "Xiao Yanzheng's big apprentice? He left with a smile.

Yan Zheng took me over, and he was half a head taller than me. Yan Zheng said, "Now! is Brother Bo?"

I nodded violently, yes!

You're her squad leader is Bo. Yan Zheng asked again. I felt that I was being led into a trap by Yan Zheng step by step.

"Do my brother a favor, and the squad leader will take care of her more. You know how bad the news of dumbness went. She has a very tough temperament, and she may fight with others. Besides, she was discriminated against by others because of this, so sad, I feel sorry for him. Ho! take care of her!" Yan Zheng squeezed his eyebrows, looking at this posture, I didn't agree to him, he was going to use some very obscene ways, I have almost seen through him in the past few months.

"Ok, I'll help!" I don't know why I'm putting on this look, but I should be happy to do it.

I remember a writer who said that when a person learns to disguise, he grows up

A few days later, on my way to school, I saw Park walking alone. Her legs were so long, and they were straight, and they were very well-proportioned, huh, where am I looking?

Actually, seeing her emerge from the south side of the square, I almost knew where she lived.

It should be the former Bauhinia community. It was a very large community, and the whole four bus stops were within the boundaries of this Bauhinia community, and some people joked that people in the Bauhinia community had to take the bus from the front door to the back door. Speaking of which, I used to live there too. It seems that I really have a relationship with Bauhinia. Bauhinia is the city flower of Hong Kong, right? Go back and ask my dad.

But now all I have to do is go to school and take care of my classmates. I feel a great sense of accomplishment.

Along the way, Park whispered and did not walk with anyone. All the way to school.

Early reading is Chinese, and our Chinese teacher is an old man, a senior Chinese teacher hired by the school, and only teaches two classes. The old man has a hobby in class, which is to interact with his classmates. So every time the old man said, "Let's ask a classmate to tell me what you think about this question", the whole class couldn't help but get nervous.

But I'm not the one the old man usually ordered, I usually just listen carefully to the problem and then move on with the matter at hand.

I didn't expect that the old man would call Pu Qingyu's name today. I think her parents should have explained to the school that Park was mute. Look at this posture, it's actually not!

Park stood up with a blushing face, so red that her white neck was stained with a blush. But I didn't have time to appreciate it, Yan Zheng asked me to take good care of her, and I agreed. Now is the time to deliver on that promise.

I was reading novels on my phone (I volunteered to sit in the back seat at the beginning of the school year, and I was praised by the homeroom teacher for this, but the homeroom teacher clearly told me that I had to sit in the first three rows in the third year of high school), and I didn't listen carefully to the questions asked by the old man, so I quickly asked my tablemates.

Park has been standing for a while, not living, and it is impossible to speak. She glanced at the old man, shook her head, and lowered her head deeply.

The old man looked at Park gloomily and whispered, "No, such a simple question will not be." In his opinion, such a beautiful girl can't even answer this question, which should not be.

Before the old man could continue to say anything, I raised my hand and shouted, "Teacher, I will!" The old man said, "Okay, then the class leader will answer!"

Before I could stand up, the whole class remembered: "Cut~~~" voice From then on, the old man especially liked me to answer questions, and they were all finale

After school, I stayed to sweep the floor as I wore many hats (I was not only the class leader, but also the labor committee member, and the art committee. I can see that the head teacher loves me haha, but why am I left alone to sweep the floor!

I whispered while sweeping the floor, sweeping all the way with a broom, sweeping and sweeping I saw a pair of legs. Then I heard low sobs.

It's Park whispering.

She lay on the table, her head buried between her arms, her shoulders shaking.

I was overwhelmed.

"Are you crying?" I asked, and then I tried to smack myself. She ignored me.

"Actually, the old man didn't get angry, he just ordered you to answer the question, but you didn't answer it." The more I talked, the more I wanted to suck my mouth. Then I took a deep breath and felt that it was difficult to do.

Seeing that she didn't mean to stop, I said cautiously: "I know Yan Zheng." She was still crying, and then I suddenly said, "He told me everything, about you can't communicate normally." "I carefully craft my words. Then Park whispered and stopped crying.

She lifted her crying face, tore a small note and wrote a few words, then packed her bag and left.

I looked at it, and it was "thank you today" and "don't mention him". The note is backed by large tear-stained traces.

She tears it very smoothly, and the tearing mouth is very neat, and it seems that she has become accustomed to tearing paper and communicating with others.

I crumpled the note into a ball and threw it far into the trash can, hollow, perfect

Two days later, we ushered in the morning reading of the language, and the old man scolded our composition. He said that teaching us was the same as teaching a group of elementary school students, and the class leader was only in the sixth grade. My junior high school essay was recited by the teacher as a masterpiece in class, okay?

Then the old man gave us the next essay as homework. The title is "Remembering an Interesting Story" narrative. They are all high school students and write narratives, and they are such classic narratives!

I was speechless.

Park whispered's performance was normal, and the old man was also attending class as usual. And then it hurts Chinese education, for example, the education of educators or something.

In short, everything is fine. I exhaled.

When I got home, I picked up the composition text, and I didn't know what topic to write, so I thought about it and wrote "Let's remember an interesting basketball game." Although the narrative should at least be clear, that is, the author's central idea should be reflected at the end of the article, I should write a running account.

And the essay will be handed in two days, so what's the hurry?

The next day, I was called to the office early in the morning by the head teacher, saying that there were materials, and most of the people in the class went to the morning exercise (they were all sports students, most of them lived in the student dormitory, and there were exceptions such as Park Qingyu, who could not live with other students. Before starting morning reading at 7:20, they have to do a half-hour morning exercise). I'm carrying a stack of homework by myself, it's so thick!

After handing out the homework, I put away the homework handed in by the students and moved it to the office. I'm exhausted.

The homeroom teacher is asking the representative of our class's physical education class, Park Qingyu, to move some sports equipment to the gymnasium.

Are you exploiting women's labor? Before I could finish sighing, the head teacher asked me to go with me to help, so I might as well go to the morning exercise

It's okay, just some baskets, nets, nets and other things that are not heavy. It's just that we didn't communicate along the way, which was embarrassing.

There are people in the gym who are practicing and putting things away, and their hands are itchy. Anyway, it was early reading, and seeing that Park whispered and ignored it, I thought about it and walked straight into the venue.

No more, no less, exactly ten people. I wanted to join and was dumbfounded to see that one of them was our PE teacher.

"Class leader, why don't you go to the morning study, what are you doing here?" the physical education teacher caught me.

"Ahh

The physical education teacher took the initiative to greet Park Qingyu, and Park Qingyu smiled.

Frustrated, I walked away and reached for the door, only to open on its own

A tall man walked in. I looked up at him.

The physical education teacher saw him and said, "Huang Hong! It's a coincidence! There are exactly ten people here!" Huang Hong walked over and passed by Park in a whisper.

"Hey!" Huang Hong greeted.

Park nodded softly, in response.