Jingle Bell ...... The bell rings for the end of class!

Before Li Xiangyu could leave the classroom on the teacher's heels, she ran out of the back door. Fushun clipped the little note in his book, packed it up, and prepared to go upstairs - the next two classes were "Architectural Engineering" in the second grade.

Fushun looked at his watch, there were still five minutes before the class time. He stood on the balcony on the second floor, and the excitement of this class did not belong to him. The running on the green court, the throwing on the basketball court, and the swinging of the table tennis table, he doesn't understand, let alone know.

However, deep down, he hoped that he could run so dashingly and shoot so handsomely like other classmates, not because it would attract a large group of girls, including the screams of the onlookers at the normal school next door, but more importantly, he felt that those "high-end" sports activities should be a necessary skill for an intellectual.

Fu Shun smiled to himself, this skill should belong more to boys! So what kind of excitement is Li Xiangyu making? If it weren't for the shaking of her chest when she ran, no one would have known it was a girl. Dribble, three-step layup, goal! The series of actions was completed in one go, leaving the boys without self-esteem.

Li Xiangyu finished shooting, clapped his hands and prepared to go to class. Glancing towards the second floor, he waved his mud-covered hand and leaked a row of white teeth. Fu Shun also waved in response, only to find that Li Xiangyu was not greeting him at all, but with a few girls next to him. He blushed into the classroom through the back door and sat down in the seat by the door.

"My name is Li Xiangyu, you can call me 'Ayuer', or call me 'Fish-flavored shredded pork'......" This is the self-introduction of the "tomboy". In the first week of school, when Fushun went to the first grade to audit, he happened to meet this transfer student introducing himself on the podium. Originally studying in a nursing school, "Fish Flavor Shredded Pork" had a strong interest in engineering, and the fierce struggle between Tongguò and his family won the final victory. The helpless parents tried their best to transfer her to another school.

Because she is a transfer student, she is the same as Fushun, an auditor, and the seats in the back row are relatively high. In Fushun's eyes, she is no different from other people in the city - hippie smiley, mischievous, and even a little "not doing her job"! But there are also things that make her different - quick thinking, big grin, and friendly to people. Especially the last point, coupled with the fact that she likes to play basketball and loves to play basketball, makes her very popular, and within a few days of coming to the school, she has made a lot of friends, and she is also a little famous in Jiangyun Construction Engineering Technical School.

Compared with this kind of "small fame", Fushun can be regarded as "famous"!

A few months later, almost no one in the thousand-strong school did not know about Liu Fushun. First, he must be a relative of Director Zheng; second, he is a student who does not pay tuition, not only does he not pay tuition, but also skips classes in three classes in two grades; Third, this kid hadn't gone to school the day before, he was self-taught, and he was an out-and-out "genius"!

Those students who stepped into a technical school meant that they were dressed as "workers", and they did not feel inferior because of this "genius", and their superiority was obvious compared to an auditor. Except for the occasional challenge from a few "scholars", Yiqiē is no different.

However, the "genius" did not usher in too much worship, on the contrary, people began to look at him in a strange light.

He tried to ignore the inexplicable discussions, as in every corner of the classroom, and he tried to close his heart. But the fifteen-year-old mind of this "genius" is no different from his peers, and how difficult it is to be alone in a group environment!

It's like being in the big school cafeteria at noon, and the students after school rush in. Three, three, two, two, talking, laughing, at this time, Fu Shun felt that he needed a friend so much!

Fushun does not return to the pier at noon every day, he is reluctant to pay the two cents of the tram fare, and if he walks, he does not have so much time. So just use it to cook in the cafeteria, and then find a random classroom, read a book for a while, and it will be an afternoon class!

The student cafeteria is crowded. Except for the first window, there were long queues at more than a dozen other windows. The first window is the "exclusive area for the rich", a meal costs one dollar, although the state has given some subsidies to secondary school students, but spending one dollar to eat is indeed too luxurious.

The rest of the windows have meals ranging from one dime to five cents. Fushun was always at the back of the longest line, the Yimao Five Special Area, holding in his hand the large white porcelain jar that Liu Yonghan had drunk before, and in the jar was a brand-new steel spoon.

The meal was very simple: a spoonful of cabbage and a spoonful of beans were served in a jar, and he had just covered the bottom, and he asked the aunt in the cafeteria to scoop two large spoonfuls of rice before the jar was filled. Luckily, the rice and soup are free, provided that you have to make the dishes! Fu Shun served a bowl of soup in the palladium bowl of the cafeteria - it was just shabu-shabu water after stir-frying, and a few green onions floating on the surface!

He casually found a place to sit down, and prepared to return to the classroom to read a book after a few bites. A pair of men and women next to them, completely ignoring the school's orders, holding hands after eating, are a pair of happy lovers.

"Liu Tiancai, are you eating?" Li Xiangyu carried a meal from the first window and sat down opposite Fushun.

"Well, Li Xiangyu, hello!" Fushun looked up, it was the first time he had been so close to a meal from a window. Li Xiangyu's rice bowl has several slices of oily back to the pot, as well as fragrant fish-flavored shredded pork and stewed pork ribs. Even if it is a small stove on the dock, it is not comparable.

"It's also 'hello', it's all said, just call me 'fish-flavored shredded pork'!"

"Oh, fish-flavored shredded pork...... In your jar! Fu Shun shouted, still feeling awkward.

Li Xiangyu looked at the food in Fushun's bowl. "Oh, I said this person, come, give you a shredded meat!"

"I don't want it!"

Li Xiangyu ignored him, and gave him another piece of back pot meat, "Come, give you a piece of fatty meat, it's too fat!" ”

"I don't want it!" Fushun is going to put the meat back in the pot and put it back together with the shredded meat.

"Do me a favor, eat! I want to thank you today, otherwise I would have gone up to do the question, and I wouldn't have been scolded to death by the 'light bulb'! ”

Speaking of "light bulbs", Fushun almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of rice. Li Xiangyu's other "specialty" -- giving people a nickname! During class, the slip of paper she threw to Fushun had a bald head drawn on it, and there were several emitting lines, which looked like the back of the head of math teacher Zhao Hangwen. There is also a line of advertising text next to it: "Hangwen brand" light bulb, everyone needs it!

Fu Shun took the greasy piece of meat back to the pot and stuffed it into his mouth. This tastes really good, and it's much better than the five-cent dishes that I occasionally eat with Mr. Zheng.

"Fish...... Shredded pork," this nickname is really awkward, but if you eat someone else's, you can't stop saying a word, "Where is your home?" ”

"South Shore, we are in one place, once I saw you on the tram, you got off at the pier!"

Fushun rarely takes the tram, and in the past few months, he can only remember it two or three times. This woman, isn't she nonsense?

"What, don't believe me? You sit in the back row and read, I stand next to you, I don't have any good style, big man, you didn't say give me a seat! ”

Fu Shun blushed and buried his head in the rice, there was indeed one time. However, in the crowded car, he didn't care who was standing next to him.

"I'm sorry, I probably didn't pay attention!"

"It's okay, nerd, you haven't read in your life?!"

Fu Shun choked on a mouthful of rice in his throat, picked up the bowl and drank a few mouthfuls of soup, his throat and eyes became even more uncomfortable. He thought, maybe, poor himself, must have never read a book in his life!

"Genius, will you leave after eating?" "Fish-flavored shredded pork" may be reluctant to eat the same kind, and most of the food in the jar is left. Look at Fushun again, even the unpalatable soup has been drunk.

"Let's go!" Fushun stood up and went to the sink to shabu the jar.

"Where to go?" "Tomboy" poured out all the leftovers and wiped them inside and out with paper.

"Go to the mailroom at the door, then go to the classroom!"

"I'll go with you!"

The mailroom is a haven of hope for all students. Here, there are many letters from afar, friends, family, former classmates, occasionally childhood sweethearts, and even pen pals who met through the title page of a certain magazine; Here, there are their youthful feelings, their deep attachment to their families, their heartfelt blessings to their friends, their reluctance to cling to their classmates, and their sweet words to their lovers......

Finding your name in a pile of letters, finding true feelings between the dense lines, and even the stamps and postmarks of the envelopes can cause ripples in the hearts of these adolescent children.

Xiang Yu was a little disappointed that her classmates at the nursing school had not replied. However, she soon found hope and helped Fushun find a "brocade book"!

"Liu Fushun, yours!"

Fushun, who was looking for another pile to no avail, also became excited. He was just about to take it over, but was taken back by Xiang Yu. "The stamps are mine!"

"Then take it off and give me the letter!"

"Which one wrote to you?"

"At home!"

"Isn't your home at the South Shore Pier still writing letters?"

"I can't tell you clearly, give it to me!"

Xiang Yu saw that Fu Shun was a little angry, and he teased him and opened the letter at once. I read it as I ran.

"Brother Fushun, are you okay......"

"Li Xiangyu, give me the letter!"

"yes, I can't see it, Liu Tiancai, you still have a good match, don't you?"

"What's good, you bring it to me!"

"Which one you said was written to you, and I'll give it back to you!"

"My sister!"

Xiang Yu quickly scanned the contents of the letter, and then returned it to Fushun. This mischievous "tomboy" went back to the dormitory for a lunch break contentedly, leaving Fushun alone under the plane tree to be melancholy.

In the letter, Shufen said that the newly planted pear trees are growing well, the cocoons in the spring are selling for a good price, and the crops in the field are expected to increase the harvest...... Because of the hard-working and beautiful sister Shufen, everything in the family is getting better.

However, a sentence in the letter made Fu Shun not read a little book at noon - "Sister Gui Ying didn't go home......"