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Red brick and red tile house.

A small door, two windows, quite empty dim room, left and right slip through the big kang more than 10 meters long, 70 centimeters high, spread with reeds of yellow mats, under the mat spread a thick straw mat. On the big kang, next to the wall, there are colorful kang mattresses rolled up with quilts and pillows. There were a few lazy students who didn't fold up the kang mattress, quilts, and pillows, and scattered them on the mats.

In the middle of the big kang is a passage less than one meter wide.

At each end of the passage are two simple wooden cabinets, one by one, filled with rice bowls and toiletries.

This is the student dormitory of Dongwangzhuang Township Middle School - it is already a very good condition, at least this is a new dormitory with a new tile house. In Su Chunfeng's memory, the old dormitory where he lived in the first and second half of junior high school had a broken roof and leaking rain everywhere, which was called hardship!

In the afternoon, the dormitories were empty and empty, and the older children who were in their teens would rather sleep on their desks during class than waste their free time in the afternoon.

Su Chunfeng took off his rice bowl and toiletries from the cabinet, walked a few steps inside along the passage, took off his cloth shoes, and sat down next to his futon on the kang. He lifted the kang mattress and looked at the sheets, quilts, pillows, and pillows one by one...... Open an old earthy yellow military package, which contained three steamed buns that were so dry that they cracked a few cracks, as well as a bottle of stir-fried pickles and a bottle of chili sauce.

With a smile on his face, he looked at the things in front of him, and with some sadness and some sweetness, he took out a stack of food stamps and three seven-cent bills from his pocket—the special food stamps for the school, which were exchanged from the flour and corn brought by his own family in the school cafeteria; Three yuan and seven cents, originally four yuan, yesterday at noon to eat noodles and buy braised vegetables spent three cents.

Four dollars a week, which is generally not spent.

The memories of the past life and the junior high school life in the present life are finally so apt and perfect together.

Let's go......

After packing up his things, Su Chunfeng went to the office of the head teacher Li Jichun and then to the office of the geometry teacher Guo Fa before class.

The purpose is to take the initiative to apologize.

The reason is that I am scared when I have a nightmare that something has happened at home.

This almost absurd reason has won a very good effect: both teachers have shown their generosity and self-cultivation as teachers, and after a little reproach, they affirmed and praised Su Chunfeng's attitude of admitting mistakes - in these years, there are still such honest and honest good students who take the initiative to admit their mistakes?

Rare.

……

Three classes in the afternoon.

The first section is Physics, and the second is Chemistry.

Su Chunfeng has long forgotten all the knowledge he learned in junior high school in his previous life, but fortunately, the memory of this life is still there. And although his academic performance is not excellent, he can barely be considered average, and it is not very difficult to listen carefully. It's just that when he is reborn, he will inevitably wander his mind involuntarily when listening to the lecture.

There is no other reason, what is sitting next to him is the girl who made him dream back to his first love when he was young many times, made him angry and famous, and made him feel guilty for many years, Wang Haifei.

In his memory, Wang Haifei seems to always be the quiet, delicate and gentle face of the fourteen or fifteen years old.

And now, he is truly "81 Chinese Network Big Master", sitting beside him alive, still his tablemate, and still maintaining a beautiful friendship with him as in memory - it should be that it was not until the winter of the third year of junior high school that the two accidentally shook hands under the desk, and suddenly touched the ignorant, pure, and beautiful spark in the hearts of both parties like electricity. Without any confession, the two found out that this moment seemed to come a little late, maybe they had this wonderful feeling for each other since the first year of junior high school.

After the second class, Zhang Lifei said with a smile: "Su Chunfeng, don't you keep watching Haifei during class, okay?" She was all blushing! ”

"I hate it, you're blushing!" Wang Haifei patted Zhang Lifei shyly.

Su Chunfeng realized that when he was in class, he was always distracted because he looked at Wang Haifei in a distracted manner, and suddenly smiled a little embarrassedly: "Is there it?" Hehe......"

"Ah, you're blushing too, hee-hee......" Zhang Lifei smiled.

Su Chunfeng shook his head with a smile.

"Lifei, you dead girl, I hate ......" Wang Haifei was shy, waving her hand and playing with Zhang Lifei giggling.

Because the three of them are crowded at the same table, when the two girls are laughing and playing, it is inevitable that Wang Haifei, who is sitting in the middle, will meet Su Chunfeng again and again. Sitting on the innermost side by the window, feeling that it had begun to develop, the youthful delicate body kept touching his body, smelling the faint body fragrance, Su Chunfeng suddenly had an incomparable sense of happiness - there are always too many unsatisfactory in life, and it is good to be able to start over.

Yao Xinbo, who was sitting in the back, watched this scene and hated itchy.

He has always had a crush on Zhang Lifei, and at the same time, he is also full of youthful reverie for Wang Haifei. But the two beautiful girls were at the same table with Su Chunfeng, a soft little white face, which made Yao Xinbo and even many boys in the class extremely jealous.

Even Su Chunfeng himself didn't know that it was precisely because he was at the same table with Zhang Lifei and Wang Haifei that he was innocently bullied many times.

However, at this time, Yao Xinbo had palpitations and did not dare to have the slightest seizure.

Bell Bell ......

The bell rings for class.

The hustle and bustle of the classroom soon fell silent.

Wang Qimin, deputy director of the school's teaching office and teacher of the second and third classes of junior high school, slowly walked into the classroom of class 14 with a lecture book.

"Stand up!" Squad leader Ren Zhiping shouted.

Seventy-nine students stood up unevenly, and some of them stood lazily and staggered, as if they didn't even think about standing up, but shouted with their classmates in a perfunctory and respectful manner: "Teacher is so ......"

The sound is sparse.

And Su Chunfeng, the moment Wang Qimin stepped into the classroom, he couldn't help but feel a lot nervous in his heart. However, on the surface, he looked as usual, and he looked like many of his classmates didn't care.

Wang Qimin didn't seem to care about the appearance of his classmates at all, standing on the podium, he drooped his eyelids as if he would fall asleep at any time, nodded listlessly and said, "Hello students, please take a seat." With that, he didn't look at the students sitting in the classroom in a mess, pushed his old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses as usual, put the textbook on the lectern and opened it, and lowered his head and muttered:

"Please open page 33, the significance of our law to protect legal property today......"

Wang Qimin was not tall, his body was chubby, his round face was full of folds, his skin was a little dark, and he wore a very ordinary, clean and neat dark gray Lenin suit that seemed to have never changed, and then covered his somewhat bald head with an old-fashioned blue-gray front-brimmed hat.

In the impression of the teachers and students of the school, Wang Qimin's personality is just like his dress and appearance -- no matter what grade or class he is in, he always looks listless, standing on the podium with a textbook in his hand, routinely reading the text, reading a paragraph, babbling a paragraph, whether the students are interested or not, whether they can understand those political theories and legal concepts. He doesn't care if the students are listening to the lectures, whether they are sleeping, whispering, making trouble, making trouble, and even if some students go out in class, he doesn't care.

Therefore, many students said that his eyes were not good, his ears were not good, and he was a little stupid;

Some students who are in the same village as Wang Qimin and have heard the elders in the village talk about some things in his past, probably to find a little reason for feeling like zài among their classmates, occasionally when they think about it, they will pretend to be mysterious and say, "You don't know, right? Teacher Wang, before, he was a god! ”

In fact, everyone understands that it is absolutely impossible for a stupid person to become a people's teacher, so Wang Qimin is not stupid or stupid, but his personality is too good and too honest.

As for whether he was a god or not before, no one can tell how many gods he had, after all, it was just some rumors.

Besides, who believes?

Wang Qimin is an old teacher!

Moreover, he is a political teacher, and he is also the deputy director of the teaching office of Dongwangzhuang Township Middle School!

So......

Say he's God?

It's just a joke!

But it is undeniable that Wang Qimin, who has never criticized any student, is undoubtedly recognized as a good teacher in the hearts of these students who are in the rebellious period of youth.

Not long after the start of the class, the classroom was already full of commotion.

A very small number of students who listened carefully were a little helpless and frowned and listened to the teacher's lecture in such a noisy environment.

Su Chunfeng was also listening carefully.

He has a mature and rational mentality, no matter how much he rejects and is wary of his master Wang Qimin in his previous life, he doesn't want to have anything to do with him, but since he wants to study hard, he must listen carefully to every class. And because of Zhang Lifei's jokes during the previous recess, he didn't even get distracted to see Wang Haifei again.

Su Chunfeng didn't expect that he listened carefully, but it caused Wang Haifei and Zhang Lifei to be confused.

In the past, Su Chunfeng would be extremely active and unscrupulous in talking and chatting with them in political classes, why did he suddenly listen so seriously this afternoon? And in the first and second classes, except for the occasional wandering staring at others, he also listened carefully most of the time, and even took rare notes.

"Is he mad at me and Lifei? Afraid of what people say? Wang Haifei was a little panicked in her heart, she didn't understand why she felt this way, she just felt as if something was missing, so she couldn't help but write a note and gently push it in front of Su Chunfeng.

The note was simple: "Are you angry? ”

Su Chunfeng looked at Wang Haifei with some confusion - she lowered her head, her delicate cheeks flushed with redness, reaching the root of her ears, a few long strands of hair that were not tied by ponytails hung down on the side of her face, her big eyes drooped slightly, her long eyelashes trembled and trembled, her nose was upturned, and her lips were tightly pursed......

Looking at this beautiful and graceful image, Su Chunfeng suddenly remembered that after indifferently rejecting Wang Haifei's enthusiasm on the streets of the capital that year, Wang Haifei stood lonely and sad in the light rain.

His heart was fluttering, and he couldn't help but write on the note: "Haifei, I like you!" ”