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Mo Li's hand gently pinched Zhou Lin's arm, and the scene was embarrassing for a while. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It must not feel good to want to come up with a black hand, but to be caught in front of you.

"What kind of hidden arrows hurt people, it's just to move your muscles and bones." It's a matter of face, of course Zhou Lin won't admit it.

"Really?" Mo Li bent the corners of her mouth indifferently, let go of her hand, and left calmly.

Dorms where people make trouble are fun, aren't they?

Otherwise, she doesn't know how to let her simple and rough self live.

For the scolding behind him, Mo Li turned a deaf ear.

I just like the feeling that you can't kill this girl and have to hold back.

After Mo Li left, the others in the dormitory breathed a sigh of relief, they were really afraid that Mo Li would make a move just now.

I don't know why, just now when they looked at Mo Li, their hearts swelled up with a feeling of talking and laughing, and they were in ashes.

It's terrible, they definitely don't want to go against Mo Li in the future......

The first class meeting at the beginning of the school year is naturally to introduce ourselves and get to know each other.

You remember that she didn't have time to introduce herself that time, and the teacher left in a hurry because of a phone call, and then happened to pass her again.

In other words, there were so many people in the class, and she was the only one who did not introduce herself.

At first, she was embarrassed, especially when she returned to the dormitory, she had to face a group of people with ulterior motives pointing at her.

To be honest, I don't like the school Moli very much.

Everyone said that the school was an ivory tower, a rare pure land in the world, and she couldn't see it.

Leaving aside the careful thinking of these students for the time being, the endless incidents of school violence and discrimination between teachers and students will never be effectively resolved.

It's like the boy with albinism in the class, because of his congenital disease, almost everyone in the class is bullying him.

Some people prank blue ink or black ink on each other's hair, some people shave each other's natural white eyebrows, and some people smash their white faces that clearly see their blood vessels.

It's as if playing tricks on each other is the only pleasure of coming to school.

Maybe those children were just naughty, just unintentional, but how much damage should be done to the boy with albinism.

Classmates?

Heh, don't be funny, okay?

Maybe it's because her thoughts are extreme, or maybe she's seen too much of the darkness of human nature, so she always uses the most vicious angle to figure out other people's minds.

Mo Li watched as the boy with albino sat alone in a corner of the corner, his head bowed, as if something interesting on the table had caught his attention.

Actually, he was scared.

Countless people around were pointing and whispering, as if they had discovered some new continent.

Albinism may be a novelty for this group of children who have just entered junior high school, but this kind of casual conversation is not too much.

Murray walked coldly through the hallway of the classroom, and then sat down in the last row by the window, only one corridor away from the albinistic teenager.

Being so close, Mo Li could clearly feel the silence and decay on the young man's body, as if the life that had not yet begun to bloom had withered.

She is not a good person, although she has never bullied teenagers, but she has never reached out to anyone who helps, like a bystander who has nothing to do with herself.

Where did the boy go?

She didn't know, and she didn't remember, as if she had suspended school without finishing the third year of junior high school.

Look, if someone else is a bad person, isn't she also a bad person.

The classroom was noisy, and most of the people were talking about the monster of the teenager.

If you can live a healthy life, who wants to be a monster?

The sound of the jingle bell sounded, and the head teacher stepped on the bell and walked into the classroom, an elegant middle-aged man.

A straight suit, simple glasses, and a book in his hand look soft.

The next three years of getting along with each other really proved that the other party was a gentle and elegant math teacher.

He is knowledgeable, good-tempered, patient, and as a class teacher, he seems to be fully qualified.

It's just that when it comes to bullying albinistic teenagers in the class, I always turn a blind eye, and I don't know if I don't care or don't know.

"Hello students, I am everyone's homeroom teacher for the next three years, my surname is Li."

The opening sentence is unchanged, and even the tone of the voice has not changed in any way.

"Let's introduce ourselves and get to know each other."

This time Mo Li is not the little transparent who has been overlooked, as the first place in the class, she is of course the first on the roster.

After experiencing so many worlds, Mo Li gradually understood a truth, that is, if you want others to respect you, then you must stand on the top with radiance, so that others can't ignore it.

Whether it's someone who loves you or hates you......

"An Moli, I'm very happy to be classmates with everyone." Moli's self-introduction is decent.

Of course, I am very happy, there is kindness to repay gratitude, and there is resentment to repay resentment.

One by one, the students took the stage to introduce themselves, until the boy with albinism was the last to take the stage.

"Song Yucheng."

There were three faint words, and there was indescribable humility and trepidation in his voice, and from the time he came on stage to the time he walked down, the head that hung down never raised up.

It's as if as long as he keeps his head down and doesn't look at anyone, then he's safe.

Song Yucheng, a very good-sounding, very atmospheric name.

It's just that no one in the class applauded and welcomed, and there was still a non-stop discussion, and even some naughty boys cut the eraser into small pieces and threw them at him.

Mo Li bent the corners of her mouth, looking at the lifeless Song Yucheng and applauding first.

As the first place, she is a good-looking girl, so even if some people are surprised, there will be people who respond.

As a result, the classroom slowly burst into applause, and finally slowly and neatly put together.

The head teacher stood there the whole time, not saying a word.

After the applause stopped, he stood on the podium again, looked at everyone condescendingly, cleared his throat, and said loudly, "Today is the first meeting of our thirty-six people, and in the next three years, we will be the closest classmates, roommates, friends, and teachers here, I hope you get along well." ”

"In addition to getting to know each other, the teachers of this class meeting also want to elect the class committee, of course, the class leader is appointed by the teacher, and the rest of the class committee and class representatives are democratically voted by everyone."

"Mo Li, how about you being the squad leader?"

was in a daze, and was stunned by the wandering world, and before she could speak, a domineering voice sounded in the classroom, "Teacher, I don't agree." ”

Mo Li hooked the corners of her mouth clearly, she didn't need to look, she knew who it was.

"Zhou Lin, why don't you agree?"