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I was a little surprised, and I wanted to ask Mench why he burned it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 But seeing his complicated smile, I don't ask.

When he woke up the next morning, Mench and Doncy were gone. I wanted to send them to them. When I asked him why he was so clear and didn't wake me up, he said that he and his wife had been texting all night long.

I've called my wife, and it seems that the day when I will be an uncle is not far off. Now the sun is still small, and he is sleeping to death.

I didn't wake him up when I saw his spring dreaming expression, but went to that boring place alone.

Half of the class had already come, and the teacher was in front of the podium, and they didn't speak, they were all pretending to be reading books. The teacher didn't like me, I was here for almost a week, and none of the subject teachers said a word to me. Although I got the envy of my classmates who didn't know the truth, I still felt weird.

Sitting in your seat, the classroom is very boring.

I accidentally looked to the left and saw the empty seats standing in the most inconspicuous part of the classroom. I walked over and rummaged through his drawer.

Almost every time he rummaged through his drawers, he found something. This time I found his diary. This kid just wrote a diary. But I like to read it, and I still remember the contents of the diary:

A hornet came to the classroom that day. Those delicate flowers and young grasses have a reason not to attend the class. Everyone looked at the wasp flying around the classroom like a hillbilly watching an airplane. There are a few "bee fighters" who are ready to move.

After class, the wasp did not follow the teacher out of its torture cell. As the killers watched the teacher's back disappear at the end of the hallway, the silence of the classroom was shattered by a textbook thrown at a wasp. A group of people threw textbooks at the hornet. One of the killers shouted, "Close the doors and windows!" Close the door and hit it! ”

There is no way out for the hornets. It crashed into the transparent window, naively thinking that it wasn't a transparent barrier. And this cruel barrier did not pay for its naivety and did not give it the freedom to live. But it still ran into it desperately. It looked so helpless, like a child who had lost a loved one in the war and ran and cried.

I was impressed by the spirit of rushing through even knowing that the so-called freedom was a cruel and dirty scam. It's a pity that such a big spirit is put in such a weak body, which seems useless.

It's so small.

When a textbook hits it, it falls, but flies again, and the killers roar even more excitedly when they see their prey struggling. They put all their blood into killing a hornet that never provoked them. It didn't take long for the hornet to be hit again and fly again. The killers were excited to a certain height, and their roars were the same as those of the soldiers fighting on the front line, as if they had all found an opportunity to make meritorious contributions. Textbooks are thrown more and more, and the intensity is getting stronger. The hornet was hit again, and it was about to fly again, but it was too late, and it landed too low, and it had just flown a little bit before it was knocked out of the corner.

The encirclement formed by almost ten people converged towards it in a semicircle. There were also several heroines in the encirclement.

They stomped desperately, roaring, laughing, and happy.

The hornet was trampled into a pool of blood. The killers have won. The heroes smiled proudly, and the heroines smiled very delicately.

However, the hornets did not provoke them. However, they laughed happily and proudly only because they got a lot of hypocritical presence in this classroom! However, the hornets possess the spirit that they do not have and cannot have, and they are killed by them as a tool to brush up on their presence because they are too small! However, they will not be punished by the law and will not be condemned by conscience. Because, the hornets are too small, too weak.

Big fish eat little fish.

It's not that I can't accept it, but I'm doing a psychological release on this paper. Only once.

Of course, it's not like I can't see myself. Only people with a low sense of existence who are not willing to be ordinary will criticize people with a high sense of existence. Obviously I am.

I wrote this journal for two purposes, the first one was just written, and the other was that I believe that my feelings will not be self-appreciated. One day others will see it. It's a meaningless struggle when the weak die.

(End of diary)

For this diary, I would like to say good scolding. But it also reflects the unacceptable self-knowledge of Doors.

He is not willing to be ordinary, he sees this place clearly, he rebels against this place. It's easy to see something, but it's hard to implement it or change it. Everyone here is shouting against test-taking education, and after shouting, they go to do their homework. Only Mench made real moves.

Maybe onlookers will say that Menchi is stupid. But the bystander did nothing, just watched coldly and coldly as others squandered their lives, and the bystanders only had to point fingers at this, and were not qualified to speak of others at all, because the bystanders themselves had not made any substantive moves.

I was in class when I finished reading the diary. Ban Su didn't come, so I had an empty seat next to me. I immediately fell asleep on the table.

Ten minutes later, I heard someone sitting in the seat of the pan. But I felt a little wrong. Why does Ban Mo have a strong fragrance on his body? You can smell it when you're lying on the table.

I wanted to give Ban Yan a surprise attack. The right hand slapped directly at him, right in the chest. And said, "Are you a girl?" What perfume do you wear? ”

But the hand that slapped him on him sent me an ominous message. Hey, why does Ban Yan's chest rise and fall? It's still so soft. To make sure, I pinched his chest a few times with my right hand. Then I was critted on the head.

I looked up and saw that it wasn't Ban Yan sitting next to me, but the girl who asked me to play badminton yesterday. She looked at me with a flushed look in her eyes that would have killed me. She whispered, "Dead rascals don't take their hands away yet!" ”

Only to find that the hand was still on her chest. Quickly withdraw your hand. I looked at the teacher on the podium, and he probably didn't see it.

The girl sat next to me and looked directly at the blackboard. It's obvious that I'm angry.

But seeing how angry she looked, I actually felt very happy. I don't know how to apologize to her. At that time, I was young and ignorant, so I actually said to her after class: "Actually, it feels good." ”

I was almost killed by her.

But she didn't leave her seat in the next class. So I said to her, "Who made you sit here?" Self-inflicted. ”

She said, "So you and Ban Yan are like this every day? ! ”

I said, "That's all counted?" ”

She said, "Cut! ”

I asked her, "What's your name?" ”

She said, "Tang Lin." ”

I said, "Oh. ”

She asked, "What about you?" ”

I touched my brain and said, "I can't remember." ”

She said, "You can forget it!?" ”

I said, "I don't usually be called by my name." ”

Tang Lin said: "Okay, it's really the same as what Ban Yan said." ”

I asked, "What did that kid say about me?" ”

Tang Lin said: "He and my sister Tang Hui are getting along, and I heard him keep talking about the things you just got out of the mine a year ago. I think you're interesting. ”

I said, "Why am I suddenly insecure when you say that?" ”

Tang Lin said: "I also know that you were bullied by that girl in that school, and girls are not all like that." ”

I said, "That kid said that too?" ”

Tang Lin said, "Uh-huh. ”

I suddenly wanted to work a shift.

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