Ping Wenjing took the paper, wiped away her tears, crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it on the ground, I was silent about it, just looking at her. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

'Thank you. ’

She whispered to me.

No thanks, it's a man's thing to do. ’

The snow was still falling outside the window, the scattered students could be heard laughing and chatting in the hallway, the quiet staff room, the second hand on the wall was still chasing the minute hand, and the hour hand was just staring blankly at everything.

The sun shines through the window, shining more brightly on the world.

She turned her face slightly, her eyes dodged in a panic, and there was a slight redness and swelling left by crying under her eyes.

The red lips were light, the breathing was messy, and the little cheeks were slightly red from crying.

With one hand on her chest, the other hand grasping the hand on her chest, slightly hunched over, it seemed that she was so thin and fragile.

She was wearing a white coat, her body trembling slightly, and the evidence of her being a teacher was pinned to her chest.

Three thousand green silks, scattered on the shoulders at random, because of the contrast between white and black, it seems more real.

My eyes narrowed, and I looked greedily at her.

'What's the matter, why are you looking at me like that?' ’

She dodged my gaze, and her trembling voice was so small.

I reached out and grabbed her hand, she trembled and resisted, but the strength was so small that I easily grabbed her hand in my hand.

'I'...... I'm your teacher. ’

Her voice was so small that I grabbed her hand and took a step forward to her.

Thorny-

I looked at it at the same time, and found that it was the paper, and what was even more terrifying was that the name was on it.

'What do you use to wipe my tears?' ’

Ping Wenjing seemed to have regained her IQ and pulled out the hand I was holding.

I picked up the crumpled paper, spread it out, and said in an uncertain voice.

This is ...... Exam papers, right? Doesn't seem to have been awarded yet? ’

Ping Wenjing trembled and looked at my unfolded exam paper, because there happened to be an incomplete black footprint behind the exam paper.

"This is the exam paper that I didn't finish last time, and I will send it out in a few classes......

'Oh? Interesting。 ’

I smiled, and Ping Wenjing suddenly stood up and shouted at me with a red face.

'Sun Mingyu! ’

I looked at the enlarged fist in my eyes and smiled without saying a word.

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'Who is that man?' ’

A boy accosted another boy and asked, because the voice was not small, and I heard it.

I don't know. ’

'It's from our class?' ’

'Who knows. ’

As more and more people walked into the classroom, I was stared at more and more often, and everyone was talking about it.

'Is there another person in our class?' ’

'How do I know?' ’

'This man? It should be Sun Mingyu of our class. ’

As one person solves my identity puzzle, another one follows.

Then why did he look like that? ’

You see he has paper in his nose and nosebleeds. ’

'Why is his eye circle dark?' ’

'Oh, this makes people beat me and don't even know my mother. ’

'It's really miserable. ’

Listening to everyone's discussions, I didn't have any expression, because my face hurt when I moved, and I didn't dare to make any expressions.

You know a P, the head teacher has given me benefits today!

You weak chickens, usually only lust, brother today is really seeing the benefits!

Everyone saw that I was still expressionless, so the speculation became more and more outrageous.

'It's for her mom to beat her because she doesn't go to school. ’

This is a well-founded analysis by classmates.

'No, this kind of injury, it should be mixed doubles. ’

This is the analysis of a classmate with unbearable memories on his face.

'Got into a fight with the little rascals? ’

This is an analysis of the kind of students who look like gangsters on the outside.

Although everyone was talking, no one came up to me and asked me directly, until someone came over.

'What's the matter with you?' ’

'Nope...... What the. ’

I replied, looking at this classmate, his name is Xueliang, he is the leader of the entire sophomore year of high school, and he usually does some things to extort money, but he is very righteous and angry, and he once said a word.

'The people in this class, only I can bully, other classes dare to move, don't blame Lao Tzu for turning his face. ’

Yes, it's this kind of stupid guy who bubbles up, so I hope you don't get me wrong, he doesn't really care about me, or knows me, he probably doesn't even know what my name is, it's just that the scars on my face touch his authority.

'Really?' Don't be afraid, I'll take care of it if something happens. ’

Xueliang was still asking.

Have an accident? If something happens, I'm afraid you can run faster than Hong Kong reporters, children's righteousness, is it blessed and difficult to share?

'I'...... I'm really fine. ’

I replied again, my face aching from moving my mouth.

Although I was answering, my tone was more polite, after all, I don't seem to be causing trouble, this kind of person is like a dog skin plaster, you can't take it off if you get it.

'If anything, who bullied you, tell me. ’

Xueliang looked at me suspiciously, and then returned to his small group.

I looked at them, talking and laughing like an ecosphere, and felt sorry for those people.

The classmate on Xueliang's right, obviously Xueliang's joke was not funny, but he still laughed out loud.

If you want to ask me how I see it, the answer is simple.

Eye.

If you look closely at their eyes, you will see the traces, when people are really happy, their eyes will narrow, but that person is still open, I'm afraid this is talking nonsense with their eyes open.

In our Chengguan High School, there is a phenomenon of class division, and the top classes are generally ranked in the front, and so on.

Class B in my sophomore year of high school belongs to the top class, which is those who have good academic performance.

(Hey, the one who said I was in Class 2B, you come out, why don't you talk.) ）

That's right, even if it's a good student, his grades are quite good, but unfortunately, he belongs to the bottom class in our class.

The better the mind, except for those who are stupid in learning, only have learning in their heads, love to learn, and learn to make him happy, the rest are super high IQs, so, in our class, there are no mentally handicapped, throw out a few nerds, the rest are all IQ, not the kind of people who can be contacted at will, and I am the same.

So, they don't come to me as a person, and I don't come to them.

I never ask for friendship with them, because the luxury seems too empty, this friendship is too fragile, like glass, if you accidentally fall on the ground, it will shatter, and it is too troublesome to want to stick it up again, so I refused.

Besides, when you get to the university, everyone is all in the world, and everyone goes their own way.