The flickering and dark sky with the continuous change of wind direction floated one after another dark clouds pressed the flickering sky, the black oppressive sky flashed from time to time a terrifying lightning but could not hear the thunder, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, I don't know if this is the prelude to the storm, the white plastic bags on the ground flutter with the wind, the wind comes, the thunder comes, the rain also comes, and the bean rain smashes down one by one from the black sky.

"Rustling, rustling.................." The sound of the rain covers the sound of the teacher lecturing on the podium, which also gives a good speaking environment for those students who usually like to talk in class, no matter what they want to say and scold, as long as the voice is slightly controlled, the sound of rain is mixed with the sound of speech, and the teacher lecturing on the podium can't hear clearly whether it is the sound of rain or who is speaking, but this is a torture for those good students who sit in the front row and listen carefully, The sound of the rain is mixed with the sound of the teacher's lecture, and it is difficult to capture every word of the teacher on the podium.

"Report!"

"Report!"

"Why did you come back so late? Get out of the car and watch out!" The history teacher glanced at Lin Zimo and He Fan, who were standing at the door, and said expressionlessly.

The eyes of the students under the podium were all on Lin Zimo and He Fan, who had just come back, and they were surprised that He Fan and Lin Zimo were not called down just now? Why did you come up so quickly, and I don't know if I'm going to move things home and take a break from school, but I don't know what happened to the two of them with a smug smile on their faces, and I'm embarrassed to ask, after all, the teacher is still there.

As soon as he returned to his position, Lin Zimo sat on his chair and took out the only history book that was still a little new from the drawer, patted the girl in front of him, and asked where he was there, he took a pen and looked at the blackboard to sketch and draw on the book, He Fan glanced at Lin Zimo, who was listening to the class very seriously, smiled and shook his head, took out his mobile phone and played, in fact, Lin Zimo didn't like to study, but those teachers gave him too many cold eyes and too much ignorance, Over time, he began to hate those teachers and began to work against the teacher, hoping that the teacher would pay attention to him, but everything backfired, but Lin Zimo respected the history teacher very much, he didn't see her in the eyes of the history teacher, she gave him a blank eye and ignored, and gave more encouragement and help.

"Go to the bathroom? I'm going to wash my hands and touch the ink. He Fan patted Lin Zimo with one hand and said anxiously.

"Wait a minute." Lin Zimo looked at the blackboard and copied his notes, and said impatiently.

"Cut, if you're so serious, I'll wait a minute." He Fan borrowed a tissue to wipe the ink on his hands, and said nonchalantly.

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"Alright, let's do the rest of the time for everyone to practice!" The history teacher sorted out the books he had brought and said with a smile.

"Eh, it's finally over." Lin Zimo put down his pen, stretched, and sighed.

"Are you going to the toilet to wash your hands?" Lin Zimo turned around and asked He Fan, who was playing with his mobile phone.

"No, no, no! That's about to break this level! He Fan's eyes kept staring at the phone screen and said anxiously.

"He Fan asked you something?"

"What's the matter?"

"Why did Principal Chen's attitude towards us just now be faster than you were in the math books? Who did you just call? ”

"Holy shit! Fuck this broken phone when it's out of battery! As soon as the mobile phone screen went black, He Fan's face was also black, and he slapped his mobile phone on the desk unhappily and scolded.

"Don't you have two phones? What about you? Lin Zimo thought He Fan didn't understand, and reminded.

"That's right! But that phone doesn't have this phone's game, it's really annoying! What do you want to ask? He Fan had a stinky face and said angrily.

"Why did Principal Chen's attitude towards us change so quickly just now? Who did you call? Lin Zimo approached He Fan and looked at He Fan with an eager look for knowledge and asked.

"I called my uncle just now, my uncle is the director of education, he called that bullshit Principal Chen, does he dare to be arrogant?" He Fan still had a tense face and explained angrily.

It turned out that after listening to He Fan's explanation, Lin Zimo understood why Principal Chen's attitude changed so quickly, it turned out that He Fan called his uncle who was the director of the Education Bureau to complain, a phone call can make a person change his previous attitude, how powerful it must be, there is a relative in the family who is an official no matter what he does, it is better than a relative who is not an official.

No matter who the president of the country is today, he has repeatedly applied for five orders to rectify the political outlook and the best style of officials, and what tigers and flies are fighting together, this is just a bluff, and the country's civil service system is so big, even if all the anti-corruption organs at the provincial, autonomous regional, city, and county levels in the country start anti-corruption work, there is no way to catch them all, or there are fish that slip through the net, and some of the places where the mountains are high and the roads are far away, and some village officials are corrupt, and no one can find out.

"Cow!" Lin Zimo couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praised.

"That's it! There's a backstage at home, and everything is easy to do! Who's behind the scenes? He Fan listened to Lin Zimo's praise, his face suddenly became happy, and he said proudly.

The backstage is often destined for your success and failure in this money society, which of those successful people in the society has few backstage? He Fan's father is a real estate tycoon in this third-tier small city in the west, presumably his father's backstage will be very strong, the richer the person's backstage, the bigger the backstage, the little money is very content, the backstage behind the person is generally not very large, the richer the person who has money, knows how to buy the relationship, dredges the relationship, and the person who has a little money is content, only limited to the short-sighted enjoyment of the present, looking at the long-term buy the backstage, form their own network in the officialdom, and want to do things faster than high-speed trains. Even if you are blocked, a phone call, someone will help you dredge up a meal.

"Look at you! Lao Tzu's family has no backstage, and Lao Tzu doesn't need others to be my backstage, Lao Tzu wants to be someone else's backstage, understand? Lin Zimo looked at He Fan like that and wanted to beat him, and said confidently.

"Then you don't have a good time learning how to be someone else's backstage?" The history teacher didn't know when he walked up to Lin Zimo, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

"Hehe, I see!" Lin Zimo smiled awkwardly and nodded.

As soon as the history teacher left, He Fan, who was sitting on the side, thought about the embarrassing appearance of Lin Zimo who spoke just now, and couldn't help laughing, Lin Zimo looked at He Fan, who was smiling a little silly, with a puzzled face, and didn't know what he was laughing at, but Lin Zimo knew that he was going to owe a prelude to a beating.

"What are you laughing at?" Lin Zimo really couldn't stand He Fan's laughter and scolded

"Boss, can you study hard to be a brother in the background another day?" He Fan stopped his laughter and teased.

"Are you owed?" Lin Zimo asked He Fan with an unhappy face.

"I don't owe Bian, you owe Bian!" He Fan laughed instead of being angry.

"Fuck off!" Lin Zimo scolded unhappily.

"Boss, demonstrate it or I won't understand!" He Fan continued to tease.

"Ring, ring, ring, ring, ............" The bell for the end of class rang out with the sound of He Fan's speech, the history teacher shouted out of the door of the classroom after class, Lin Zimo's bottom line was finally crushed by He Fan, and he stood up expressionlessly and fought openly in front of the public. After fighting for more than ten minutes, the head teacher took the textbook to prepare for class shamelessly, scared many students to run into the classroom, Lin Zimo and He Fan, who were still fighting on the ground, also withdrew their hands and supported each other with a tense face, and sat back in their positions, the surrounding classmates were very envious of the two of them who could reconcile immediately after the fight, it was really a precious friendship, and I don't know if their friendship was bottomless.

"Holy shit! Your punch on the right side of my face hurts! He Fan rubbed his right cheek with his hand and scolded.

"Lao Tzu, the foot injury is just right, the kick you just now, now the old injury has recurred, no matter how much money you lose!" Lin Zimo pointed to the shoes that he had been kicked by He Fan and still had He Fan's footprints, and stretched out his hand to ask for money.

"You also lose money to me, otherwise I won't be done with you, you know?"

"You compensate me first, or I'm not done with you!"

"Lose money! Money! ”

"Cancel each other out, I, Lin Zimo, am not a stingy person!"

"No way!"

"Why not?"

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The two of them quarreled one by one, and as soon as the class bell rang, the two of them inadvertently saw the head teacher Chen Maobing staring at the two of them, and they slowly lowered their voices, and Lin Zimo finally said, "Don't quarrel with you, Lao Tzu wants to sleep!" "Ended this quarrel, Lin Zimo looked at the head teacher Chen Maobing's eyes very uncomfortable, he didn't want to see his gaze knotted with the head teacher's gaze anymore, the head teacher Chen Maobing went to work and thought that he had an extra Chinese class, Lin Zimo didn't want to listen or see her, and now she didn't want to quarrel only sleep, the head teacher Chen Maobing Since the students were in the ninth grade, she has taken class classes to take Chinese classes and never stopped, but she is so picky about time and doesn't see how the students she teaches!

"Students, take out the white paper on Chinese and Chinese." Chen Maobing stood on the podium and took out a white paper on Chinese and Chinese, looked at the students under the podium and said.

Even if the students under the podium are reluctant, they have to obediently take out who is the head teacher who makes the podium speak, Lin Zimo only has one history book in the drawer, and the other books have long been thrown into the utility room at the back, so he simply lay down and pretended to sleep, He Fan took out a Chinese language book from his messy pile of ten thousand books, which was made more than Zou Wen on the forehead of mathematics teacher Chen Yekun, and flipped through a few pages, took out another mobile phone, and played mobile games under the table with the language book on his forehead, Lin Zimo lay on the table and pretended to be asleep, listening to the head teacher Chen Maobing chattering with chalk on the blackboard, she explained a few words from time to time Lin Zimo heard a little awkward ancient text, what is the ancients saying that some ancient languages have nothing to do with modern people, and the students under the podium are also stupid and seem to understand whether they understand or not.

Classical Chinese can only be regarded as a personal hobby in the 21st century now, and cannot be included in Chinese Chinese textbooks, classical Chinese is a traditional culture of China, the ancestors of the Chinese nation left behind, the descendants of the Chinese nation should be inherited, but now on the street, do you say a word, but who knows, people will only ask you, "About?" "Besides, if you don't learn the classical Chinese that should be learned in the textbook, you just pick some excerpts of classical Chinese to learn, is this also a good inheritance of the essence left by the ancestors? However, some schools ask students to learn what "Disciple Rules" and the like are called memorization, which is useless, which is equivalent to holding a stone and gnawing how to gnaw and not understand why the stone gnaws and does not move, the things left by the ancestors are for people to understand the spirit, rather than rote memorization, hard reading is for the high score on the test paper, and they can't understand the meaning of the book at all, just blindly memorize, good things are taken to taste, not memorized.

"It's fucking classical Chinese again, and my brain is about to explode when I hear it!" Lin Zimo lay on the table and said to himself unhappily.

"That's not classical Chinese, that's the language spoken by humans and the ancients in the 21st century, but the ancients are dead now, and the exact point they speak is nonsense, and it's still a series of articles." He Fan looked at the phone screen and said with a smile.

Although there is no advanced culture in China in the 21st century, all day long talking about ancient culture, the Chinese textbook is only put some normal people can not understand the classical Chinese memorized, that is, the silent writing question on the test paper gets a full score, and the rest is useless, if you can really have classical Chinese like Zhuge Liang, then you really don't meet this 21st century era of science and technology, you should think about how to travel back to ancient times, Putting classical Chinese on your lips all day long, with a Confucian demeanor, an antique family, almost didn't send you to the museum to exhibit the ancients of modern mankind.

"Lin Zimo, He Fan, then the two of them raised their heads and let me see!" Chen Maobing propped his hands on both sides of the lectern, his eyes looked directly at Lin Zimo and He Fan, and ordered.

Under the podium, Lin He and the two didn't put the words of the head teacher Chen Maobing in their ears at all, she spoke as the wind in her ears, even if she came down and grabbed the ears of the two of them, they would be irritable and scolded and even fought with the head teacher Chen Maobing, the teacher was just a small sand that couldn't melt into their eyes in their eyes, He Fan was very bored and pretended to snore, everyone laughed when they heard it, and Lin Zimo on the side also lay on the table and held back his laughter.

"I know you two haven't slept, hurry up!" Chen Maobing was really a little angry now, and shouted with a raised score of more than ten decibels.

The head teacher Chen Maobing's words just fell, and Lin Zimo, who was still lying on the table pretending to be asleep and holding back his laughter, stood up reflexively because he didn't know who had pricked his butt with something sharp, and his chair also fell down the moment he stood up, everyone couldn't help laughing Looking at Lin Zimo with an embarrassed face, He Fan, who was still snoring just now, couldn't help laughing, no need to ask Lin Zimo who now knows who pierced his ass, who else besides He Fan But He Fan also found that this time it was too big, Lin Zimo glared at himself viciously, eager to tear himself raw, add some ingredients, and take it to the vegetable market to sell as shredded chicken.

"Have you two had enough?" Chen Maobing glanced at Lin Zimo helplessly and said angrily.

"Teacher, he stabbed me in the ass with something!" Lin Zimo looked at Chen Maobing very innocently, pointed to He Fan, who was still lying on the table next to him and pretending to be asleep, and said angrily.

"That's it! The two of you go out and wait for my classmates in the classroom to study on their own. Chen Maobing looked at Lin He helplessly, pointed to the door, and said helplessly.

As soon as Chen Maobing, the head teacher on the podium, finished speaking, He Fan, who was lying on the table and pretending to be asleep, laughed and looked up, Lin Zimo pulled He Fan's chair mercilessly, he was really going to laugh now, his butt was on the ground, He Fan kept supporting his waist with both hands, and the laughter on his face turned into frowning and pointing at Lin Zimo, looking like he couldn't say it, Lin Zimo looked at He Fan who fell to the ground with an innocent face.

"Are you alright?" Lin Zimo pretended to reach out and pull He Fan who was sitting on the ground as he spoke.

"You come and try it, you don't have a backache when you stand and talk!" He Fan stared at Lin Zimo with his hands on his waist, and said angrily.

"Don't make a fuss, go out and wait for me!" Chen Maobing's anger came up at once, and he shouted loudly.

People also have a bottom line of patience, Lin Zimo knows this truth better than anyone else, and helplessly pulled up He Fan, who was sitting on the capital, clapped his hands, and walked out of the classroom with He Fan very calmly, He Fan looked at Lin Zimo and wanted to beat him, but seeing that Chen Maobing was a little angry just now, he still endured it and waited to beat Lin Zimo, otherwise he would really anger Chen Maobing, and he also knew that there would be no good fruit to eat in the future, although Chen Maobing did not tell himself directly, He Fan also learned a lot of private methods, He and Lin Zimo also had no choice but to laugh at her.

Standing at the corner of the staircase blowing the cool natural wind, the rain and lightning never stopped flickering, and after a while, Chen Maobing stepped on her pair of black professional high heels and walked out, and her footsteps stopped in front of Lin Zimo and He Fan and sighed helplessly, these two students really broke their hearts, and they didn't know how to appreciate it, even a little bit!

"All stand! Don't stick to a piece, you're not kraft candy! Chen Maobing glanced at Lin He and the two helplessly, and said with his hands on his chest.

Don't think about it, Lin He and the two of them know what the head teacher wants to say next? The two began to pay their attention to other things, the reason they did this was to not listen to the words of the head teacher Chen Maobing into their ears, to enjoy the rain and listen to the rain and the terrifying thunder mixed together, the perfect symphony to listen to the symphony of rain and thunder in nature, as much as possible to shift their attention to these boring things, they didn't want to listen to the head teacher Chen Maobing's big argument that was more boring than these boring things.