5 October 1998. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After a light rain in the autumn of this backward inland town, the temperature dropped a lot, and the slightly hot summer was no longer there, the leaves of the trees and trees that were originally full of green began to wither and yellow, and the melons and fruits gradually ripened, especially the rice in the field, the rice ears were golden and brilliant, and the grains were full, and some anxious farmers began to harvest the crops with sickles, showing happy smiles.

The students of the second middle school have added long sleeves and wore bloated school uniforms and pants, the boys are still tirelessly discussing games and beautiful girls, and the topics of girls are nothing more than grades and cosmetics, white figures walking in the corridors, running vigorously on the playground, and students discussing gossip in the cafeteria, as if this can get rid of all the boredom of learning.

"Su Can, do you think this season is a song with a slightly cool tune?"

Cheng Keshu leaned on the railing with her arms and said softly, she wore a white long-sleeved sweatshirt inside, and an orange sleeveless vest outside, exposing the white long-sleeved arms, tied them up into a beautiful ponytail and flicking, and a pink hairpin was sandwiched in her hair to make her look a little cute.

Su Can said absentmindedly: "It should be." ”

Cheng Keshu glanced over, stared at him with cold eyes, her lips were slightly slit, and she said angrily: "It's so perfunctory." ”

Su Can came back to his senses in a daze, he was thinking about something in his heart before, and he didn't notice what Cheng Keshu was talking about at all, scratched his head and looked at her suspiciously, and said, "Keshu, what did you do before?" ”

This annoyed her even more, Cheng Keshu lost a word of wood and turned around and left.

"It's good to offend Cheng Keshu now." Su Can shook his head with a wry smile.

In the first class of the afternoon, when the history teacher Tong Liancheng was on the podium, he shouted in a voice that shook the mountain, "A hundred schools of thought contend, Confucianism dominates in various academic schools, this is an era of ideological collision!" At that time, Su Can was copying math notes below, but in his mind, he had an inappropriate YY inappropriate 6P relationship between Zhuangzi, Laozi, Confucius, Mencius, Mozi, and Han Feizi.

However, if you want to talk about YY's skill, you have to count Zhang Jiabin who is sitting in the back two rows, as long as he gives the material, he can YY Qin Shi Huang and Meiji Emperor.

Su Can turned his head sideways to look to the left, and Liu Lei, who was sitting next to him, was holding a history book and smiling extremely lewdly, thinking with his toes, how could this guy read a history with relish, and he was definitely tired.

He quietly stretched out his hand from Liu Lei's left, pulled out Liu Lei's history book at a lightning speed, took it over and looked at it, and immediately became happy.

This is a little yellow-text wrapped in the cover of a history book, which is written with all kinds of provocative and ambiguous words, Su Can was not interested after only three glances, even if the words of the scene described are shallow, there are quite a lot of typos, a line of paragraphs swept over, and two typos were found, and then looked at the author Huang Yi, Su Can was startled, what did Grandmaster Huang Yi write this kind of little yellow-text, needless to say, it must be pirated.

"Trash book, I'll get you a good one next time." Su Can casually threw the "history book" back to Liu Lei.

Liu Lei cautiously took the history book, his eyes lit up, and he smiled and said, "Brother Can, this is what you said!" ”

Tong Liancheng was splashing his mouth on the podium, and when he was talking about the collision of ideas, he saw that in the second and third rows by the window, Liu Lei's laughter was louder than his own, he simply didn't put himself in his eyes, pointed at Liu Lei and told him to stand up, opened his mouth and shouted: "I said this classmate, what are you laughing at!" What to laugh at! Say it and laugh together!! ”

Liu Lei smiled directly without giving face......

At this time, even the 'good old man' Tong Liancheng was angry even if he was made of mud, he forcibly suppressed his anger, nodded with a dark face, and said with a 'smile' on his face: "Very good, Liu Lei, you have successfully attracted my attention, come to my office after class." ”

The eyes of everyone in the class were projected, and Su Can felt the sweat in his heart.

He hurriedly straightened his waist, stared at the blackboard with black and white eyes, raised his eyebrows lightly as if he was frowning and thinking about the problem, looking like I was a good student, and immediately pretended not to know Liu Lei.

Liu Lei's face suddenly became bitter melon-shaped, but the movements in his hands were not slow, and he secretly replaced the cover of the history book and stuffed Xiao Huang-wen into the desk drawer.

If this was discovered by Tong Liancheng, it is estimated that it would not be as simple as entering the office.

In this class, Liu Lei, the big demon king of the mixed world, didn't dare to make trouble anymore, Su Can and others listened to the history lesson honestly, of course Liu Lei listened to a history lesson while standing, but fortunately, this guy was heartless, and even leaned on the window to watch a few guys in the third year of high school outside playing basketball games in the playground.

As soon as the history class bell rang, Tong Liancheng glanced at Liu Lei, which meant that it was self-evident that Liu Lei obediently walked out of the back door, and he was greeted by a stormy fight, and a nest of teachers full of professional ethics tried to forcibly correct his three views.

Su Can's sympathetic expression passed, and Zhao Shun, Jun Yao, and Zhang Jiabin all brushed their expressions to express their condolences on behalf of the organization and the party.

As a result, Liu Lei, the thief, raised a middle finger and walked away in a chic manner, quite generous and righteous.

The ten-minute break passed, and the students in the first class all returned to their seats, and the boiling classroom immediately fell silent, Su Can glanced at the office, Liu Lei has not come back yet, and it is estimated that he has died heroically.

After a while, Liu Jian, a geography teacher from the next class with a small back combed, oily and slippery hair, and gold-rimmed glasses, walked in and began to talk about the geography monthly exam papers.

Liu Jian is a teacher with two nicknames, Slut and Little Panda, called Slut may be because his name has a sword character, as for why he is called Red Panda, it is because he stayed up too late, and his two eyes were completely replaced by dark circles, so he is called Red Panda, and he wears that pair of glasses to cover the dark circles.

In fact, this teacher Liu Jian is an out-and-out obscene-trivial man, who stays up until one or two o'clock every night to read some bad magazines.

You ask Su Can why does he know that Liu Jian likes to read bad magazines? This is still a question that the senior in high school used to ask him for, but he saw Liu Jian looking at the magazine obscenely on the spot, and he didn't even know that the students had come.

The students all said with disdain, and thought that they had stayed up until one or two o'clock to change their homework, but it turned out to be this kind of person.

After that incident, Liu Jian naturally couldn't get along in the second middle school, and when the school hadn't taken the initiative to dismiss him, he was quite self-aware and left.

When the red panda Liu Jian stood on the podium and swaggered: "Your geography teacher Zhang Xuzhang has taken a leave of absence today, and I will teach on my behalf, and I will bring all the geography papers, right?" ”

"Bring ......" replied to him, and there was a weak voice underneath.

Su Can looked at Liu Jian's face and blushed, and saw Liu Jian's miserable appearance four months later, familiar people, familiar things, can always evoke a little imprint of memories.

He flipped through it twice and didn't see his paper, but he still said with a shameless conscience: "Bring it!" ”

Su Can was actively listening to Liu Jian's lecture, when someone suddenly pushed him, and then threw a white note over, he quietly rolled the note into the palm of his hand with his thumb, making sure that the red panda on it did not see it, and then unfolded the white note under the cover of the stacked high textbook.