In the real world, November 11, 2011, this day, Friday, is also the so-called Double 11, Singles' Day. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the afternoon, Niuhua High School, Zhiyuan Building, Class 6 classroom of the third year of high school, Chinese class.

On the podium, a female teacher who is 1.5 meters tall, slightly chubby, with glasses, and has a good teacher's atmosphere, is writing something on the blackboard.

This female teacher is Teacher Da Luo.

At this moment, Yu Wenhao looked at Mr. Da Luo writing on the blackboard, turned his head to look at the students in the back, except for the students in the front three rows who were taking notes seriously, the students in the back could only say that one or two people were busy, three or four people whispered, five or six people exchanged heads and ears, seven or eight people wandered outside, and nine people buried their heads, looking at the mobile phones with the screen lit up in the drawer under the desk, pressing the buttons, and the novel page was beating little by little.

Seeing this, Yu Wenhao retracted his gaze, leaned out, looked at the blackboard, the board book written by Mr. Da Luo, holding the pen in his hand, reading and remembering it.

"Dingding......

The bell rings for the end of class.

"Okay, students remember to finish copying the board book, and the teacher will memorize it in class tomorrow."

After speaking, Teacher Da Luo looked at the students below and almost no one paid attention to her, only the students in the front three rows nodded or responded.

Shaking his head, Mr. Da Luo took the book and walked out of the classroom.

Yu Wenhao had just finished taking notes, and behind him, Wu Shuaishuai's voice came.

"Haozi, let's go, go to the bathroom."

"Let's go."

Soon, when he came back from going to the toilet with Wu Shuaishuai, Yu Wenhao sat on his seat, looking at the scenery of a forest full of greenery outside the window, and couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

"If only there were flowers."

"Flowers, chrysanthemums."

Muttering, Yu Wenhao came back to his senses.

"That's right, chrysanthemum, the chrysanthemum that I went to see with Liang Xiaoxin, isn't this just a poem!"

Scratching his head as if he suddenly realized, Yu Wenhao immediately took the draft book on the table, opened it, picked up the pen, and began to write and draw on it.

Writing and writing, Yu Wenhao found that there seemed to be a figure shaking behind him, turned his head to look, and saw a bewitching face.

"Wu Shuaishuai, what are you doing?"

"No, people see what you're writing."

"Forehead ......" glanced at Wu Shuai Shuai with a black line, Yu Wenhao turned his head, looked at the poems written in the draft book, and shook his head.

"I don't feel it."

"Dingding......

The class bell rings.

Yu Wenhao closed the sketchbook, took the math book, and flipped through it.

This lesson, the head teacher, Zhong Lao's class.

In the lively classroom, as the class bell rang, the students knew that it was the class teacher Zhong Lao's class, and those who were not in their seats hurried back, and they were still talking quietly or something.

After a while, at the door of the classroom, a middle-aged man with a fat figure and a thin gray shirt walked in.

This middle-aged man is the head teacher, Zhong Lao, and I saw him walk into the classroom with a round face, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, a pair of small eyes, and a smile on the corner of his mouth.

on the podium.

"Class!"

Zhong Lao's loud low shout sounded, causing an echo in the classroom.

"Stand up!" Zhang Ai, the squad leader, hurriedly shouted and stood up.

"Salute."

"Hello teacher."

"Hello students, sit down."

On the podium, Zhong Lao waved his hand and motioned for the students to sit down, and the smile on the corner of his mouth dispersed at this time.

"In the last Chinese class, everyone who played with his mobile phone and talked to each other stood up for me."

A low, angry scolding suddenly echoed, as if a wind had blown out and enveloped the entire classroom.

The students below were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, and after two seconds, three classmates stood up, and then three seconds passed, and five more classmates stood up.

"And."

Zhong Lao's voice echoed, and before it dissipated, he immediately stood up one after another, and the sound of the stool moving under him sounded in this quiet classroom.

"Wei Huajun, don't you stand up?"

Zhong Lao looked at the boy who was sitting at the end of the classroom door and felt tall, with his hair standing like lion hair, and he looked small and handsome, and asked calmly.

"What's the matter with me?" Wei Huajun's face changed slightly, he was calm, and he seemed to be quibbling.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Who's behind that, with two hands in a drawer, pressing the button on the phone, flipping through the pages of the novel? Yes? While watching, laughing, and talking to myself, if I'm not mistaken, what you watched is "Covering the Sky", don't you dare to say? Seeing Wei Huajun's expression of denying the account, Zhong Lao laughed and spoke eloquently, but his eyes were filled with anger.

Seeing Zhong Lao's face, as if he was about to be angry, and it was indeed exactly the same as Zhong Lao said, Wei Huajun muttered two sentences in his mouth, drooped his face, and stood up unwillingly.

Seeing that Wei Huajun had been cleaned up by Zhong Lao, the others hurriedly stood up together.

From the podium, it was all people behind the third row, accounting for most of the total number of people behind.

"Very good, that's how you treat Teacher Da Luo? Teacher Da Luo worked hard to write the board book on it, but what was written on it was the focus of the exam, and this is how you took your parents' hard-earned hard-earned money to waste it! Yes? ”

Seeing that there were nearly twenty people standing up in unison, Zhong Lao's face was stiff, and he roared in a low voice, and the shaking classroom trembled.

"One by one, have you learned them all? Did you get high scores? Are they all the top 20 students in the grade? ”

The more he talked, the more angry he became, Zhong Lao had an expression of hatred that iron could not become steel, walked off the podium, surrounded those classmates who stood up, looked at one and reprimanded another.

Zhong Lao is reprimanding here, Yu Wenhao is deserting his thoughts here, in his heart, he feels that Zhong Lao is a bit like a laughing Buddha no matter how he looks at his figure, looks at his appearance, and is a good person to get along with. Of course, when you are angry, you are not so like, like a fiery lion. But then again, Zhong Lao is not a person who likes to get angry, except for the few naughty classmates in the class who often make him angry, other times, he is just a smiling Buddha.

Seeing Boss Zhong lose his temper and reprimand the classmates who stood up, Yu Wenhao also trembled with empathy, feeling that the air pressure in the classroom had become very low, very low, and a little out of breath.

However, in the blink of an eye, several classmates who stood up nodded yes while listening to Zhong Lao's reprimand, Yu Wenhao felt a little funny, and felt that Zhong Lao had done a few useless work.

"You are all one by one, you don't listen carefully in class, you know how to play with your mobile phone after class, and when you go out to society in the future, do you want to be a gangster?"

"It's not that I'm talking about you, just a small body like you, except for Wei Huajun, no one can endure hardships, can afford to carry steel bars, and don't give me a good study, I know how to play with my mobile phone, read novels, chat about gossip, and don't want to make progress all day long."

"Now that the college entrance examination is coming, if you don't fight for steamed buns, you have to fight for yourself."

"Lao Tzu was originally a good literary young man, but now he has been forced by you to become a middle-aged uncle."

In the end, Zhong Lao also lost his temper and made a little joke of himself.

Hearing Zhong Lao say that he was a young man in literature and art, the classmates knew that Zhong Lao's anger had disappeared, and they began to come to their senses, so they echoed it.

"Yes, our Zhong Lao is a young man of literature and art."

"yes, yes. Little youth. ”

"Okay, okay, when it comes to this, you all have spirit, and when it comes to class, it's like having no soul, listless."

"Anyway, today is the last time, the next time I catch someone playing with their mobile phone in class, they will confiscate their mobile phones, and then ask their parents."

"Did you hear that?"

"I heard you!"

In such a class, in the reprimand of Zhong Lao, half an hour passed, and for the remaining ten minutes, Zhong Lao didn't bother to say anything, and after losing a self-study, he left the classroom and went to the office to find something.

Seeing Zhong Lao out of the classroom, the low pressure in the classroom just now suddenly dispersed, and then the whole classroom, as if full of vitality, began to have a low whispering sound again. But this time, the voice was very low, like a small flame that did not dare to come forward.

On the seat, Yu Wenhao looked at the sketchbook, holding the pen, and writing something.

Just now, when Zhong Lao was furious in the classroom, Yu Wenhao had a momentary roar in his mind, as if he had an inspiration, but it was not very clear, at this moment, as Zhong Lao left the classroom, in his mind, the inspiration immediately came over, making Yu Wenhao's expression shocked.

"That day, it was raining a little, and although it was still autumn, it was chilling."

"On the autumn chrysanthemum exhibition that day, the chrysanthemums were colorful, some were alone into a pot, some were three or five into a pot, and some, like a small tree, bloomed more than a dozen purple chrysanthemums, and the flower beds were full of chrysanthemums of various colors, looking at it, it was like a sea of flowers."

"On that day, there were a lot of tourists, bustling, all taking pictures, talking to each other, with heartfelt smiles on their faces."

"On that day, she was like a white elf, looking here, looking there, looking east, and taking pictures in the west."

Yu Wenhao muttered to himself, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration.

"There it is."

"There are chrysanthemums angry today,"

"I'm not afraid of the autumn cold and drizzle."

"If you like the tourists here,"

"It should be her everywhere."

"Hey, it's written."

Looking at the poem written in the draft book, Yu Wenhao couldn't help but smile, looking very happy.

"I'll see what you wrote."

Just when Yu Wenhao was grasping this poem here, a big hand reached out behind him, grabbed the draft book with one hand, and then a bewitching voice came.

"Well, it's not badly written, Haozi, there's progress." But it was Wu Shuaishuai, who saw that Yu Wenhao had been in his seat, writing and drawing, and then looked at Yu Wenhao and stopped, saying something in his mouth, and wanted to see what was going on, so he took the draft book over.

"Your sister, pay me back."

Yu Wenhao broke a sentence, glared at Wu Shuaishuai, and snatched the draft book.

Just when Yu Wenhao snatched the draft book, he heard that Wei Huajun heard a dissatisfied voice.

"The old class is really, hiding behind and peeking at people reading novels, and it's reasonable, next time I'll close the classroom door and see how you peep."

"You have it, your position, close the door, and the window, I see, there has to be a sentry man, I think you are very suitable, so that it will be convenient for me to read novels in class, hehe."

On the side, there was a dignified-looking, high-looking boy, Xie Yuhao's hey voice.

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