This year's mid-term parent-teacher conference was very different because I remember that it was a rare day for me, happy from the bottom of my heart.

Because it was the third year of junior high school, it was a more important year, so the students all stayed, stood in the back to listen to the lecture together, and participated in the whole process of the parent-teacher conference.

And I, of course, am too.

Long.

Standing very tired, silently moved to the corner and squatted, took out the colorful square paper in the pocket of the school uniform, and folded it casually out of boredom, which happened to be learned recently, so the freshness is still there.

"You can fold a thousand paper cranes?" Student G came from an unknown place and asked, and his initiative caught me off guard.

I nodded, then glanced at him, and immediately retracted my gaze, my eyes continued to focus on the unfinished paper crane in my hand, but I couldn't concentrate.

Because he's here.

Student G also squatted down, next to me, in the corner at the moment, it was my heartbeat, spreading.

However, no one noticed that the students were either listening carefully or playing and playing, and they were busy with their own things.

"I want to learn too, teach me." Student G said again.

I handed him a piece of paper, quickly folded the paper crane in my hand, and turned on the hands-on teaching mode, "Fold the bevel of the square in half first, and then ......fold it in half."

Student G is very smart, he can quickly keep up with the progress the first time he folds, and he doesn't see the slightest strange feeling, which not only makes me think he should be able to fold, but what boy would be so boring and bored to learn this.

When you think about it this way, you don't seem to be confused.

Student G just meant to let me teach him to fold a thousand paper cranes, but I thought about it, a thousand paper cranes are too complicated, and it may be more difficult to learn, so I took it upon myself to teach him to fold a careful heart, the heart-shaped thing is very simple, and later, I slowly found out that my move may have caused some misunderstandings.

I folded and said, it's kind of the day I've talked the most lately! And it's still with classmate G, full of joy.

The happiness of ignorance at the beginning, the happiness at that time was real, very simple and real.

He only folded one, and then he lost his patience, and returned the folded care to me, and after that, began to talk about the topic vigorously, I still lowered my head and folded the gadgets in my hand, answering the topic he threw in, but my eyes never dared to raise it.

In a trance, the civil engineering teacher announced the end of the parent-teacher meeting, only to find that it had been so long, the parent-teacher meeting was over, and it was time to disperse.

However, my sister's parent-teacher meeting was not over yet, and my mother went to her class to continue, and I, not knowing where to go, left.

Today this way home is not enough, because I am thinking about things.

Walking alone on the way home, I occasionally unconsciously bow my head and smile, so shy that my ears are flushed, but nothing happens, just chatting, it turns out that chatting with others can be so happy, time will pass quickly.

Or is it because of chatting with classmate G?

Yes or no, it doesn't matter anymore, just be happy.

……

Night.

The light was in a trance, and I took the little heart he folded, and admired it in three hundred and sixty degrees, although the technique was very clumsy, but in my eyes it was very delicate and beautiful.

Suddenly, as if I thought of something, I stood up, strung the gadgets I had folded today with a small string, and hung them on the wall, like small ornaments, so that I could easily see them when I looked up.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Among the many paper cranes, there are two separate hearts, pink and blue, the more you look at them, the better they look, and as long as you see them, you will think of everything today, beautiful.

This is my careful thinking.

……

The next day,

Early morning.

At the end of the morning self-study, the civil engineering teacher announced something that surprised me, at that time, the new system of rotating the class president, and two students would be selected every week to be the class leader for the week.

It's me this week!

I? Monitor? It's weird to think about it, for so many years, I feel that I have nothing to do with the word squad leader, and I won't have anything to do with it, and everyone thinks so too.

But......

And the reason of the civil engineering teacher is that I want to train myself, and I ...... It's very difficult, but I don't know what to do, let alone refuse, because there is no right to refuse, only to accept, well, accept, just a week.

However, at that time, I was not the only one who was the class president, but also a classmate, a male classmate, I called him Xu, because his smile was like the sun, sunshine, and brilliance in winter.

It's a big sunny boy.

Everyone thinks that he is the face of the class, but at that time, I thought that student G was the real face of the class, probably because of some unknown factors, just like the old saying goes, which is very appropriate.

Xu is responsible for managing discipline, and I am responsible for remembering names, that is, I need to write down all the students who sleep and talk in class into the notebook, I don't know what the use of remembering these is, but, in case of emergency, in case the civil engineering teacher suddenly asks, it can be regarded as an explanation.

The most memorable thing is that in one of the art classes, almost the names of the entire class were written in a notebook, because it was really noisy, and I was like an emotionless name-remembering machine.

Unsympathetic.

The week ended quickly, and the class leader changed to someone else naturally, and I seemed to see a trace of disappointment in the eyes of the civil engineering teacher, it was disappointment!

In the end, I couldn't take advantage of this opportunity.

I'm disappointed in myself as well.

……

After a while, the civil engineering teacher would hold a poll with the whole class participating.

It's about writing five classes of people who talk and sleep in class, and then punish them. We're all used to that, because we all vote every once in a while, but this time was different.

When I wrote the note and waited to receive it, it was seen by the classmates behind me and read it out loud, so that the five people I voted for heard it, and it was anonymous!

It's embarrassing and overwhelming.

Soon, a question came: "I don't usually mess with you, why did you write me?" ”

"That's it, why vote for me, I have no grievances with you, it's really wrong."

“……”

There were many, many of them, and I didn't know what to do, so I got on the table and buried my head in it.

Abstentions are not allowed in the voting, so it is necessary to write five people, and whoever writes will definitely be unhappy, what is that?

It's too hard.

……

The top five students in the class need to go to the special training class every morning when they study in the morning, because they are about to take the high school entrance examination, and bring together some students who have excelled in learning to form a special training class, which is said to teach some more difficult questions, which is indeed difficult, and I can't do it after I take a look.

But that's not the point, the point is that there are some class representatives in the top five, and if they go to special training in the morning, there will be no one to collect homework.

I was selected as a temporary representative of the language class, and I was only responsible for collecting homework.

The Chinese teacher is usually kind, so the big guys think he is a bully, and if he can, he won't hand in his homework.

Me, it's so hard.

Every time I receive my homework, it is the most distressing moment.

At the end of the morning self-study, I counted the notes handed over by each group leader, which were the students who did not hand in their homework in each group, and then handed them to the civil engineering teacher.

Over time, every time I walked up to the podium to hand over the list to the civil engineering teacher, the road was extremely long.

"Take a look, I'm going to make a small report again, and I don't know why I'm so diligent every day, and why other class representatives don't have so much to do."

"Hurry up and do your homework, otherwise you'll be scolding again in a while, and it's very annoying."

"It's really, I only hand out notes every day, and I don't know what I have a deep grudge against her, and I really think of myself as a representative of the real class."

“……”

I handed the note to the civil engineering teacher and said in a choked voice, "Teacher, this is the person who didn't hand in his language homework today." ”

The civil engineering teacher immediately looked at them sharply and began to examine them.

And I quickly sat back in my seat, I don't know whether I was angry or sad, biting my fingers, tears in my eyes, but I didn't want to cry, I was just angry, is this tear incontinence physique?

I also reflected, but I was just doing the task assigned by the teacher, was it wrong?

Immediately after that, the next day.

I was timid again, I didn't dare to go up to the podium to hand the note, pretending to forget, and observing the civil engineering teacher's every move, she seemed to have forgotten, or thought it was all collected.

So after the morning self-study, watching the figure of the civil engineering teacher disappearing, I held the homework book that I didn't collect, and wanted to rush out as fast as possible, but the result was ......

The civil engineering teacher suddenly returned to the classroom the same way, looked at me and asked, "Have you collected it?" ”

This inexplicable fate, I happened to be bumped into, and I still caught it right, I must have met the god of decline.

"Hmm." I nodded weakly, how could I collect it all, there are always some students who don't hand in their homework, and ask them if they just send it away with a sentence of "didn't write", what can I do?

"Bring it, I'll check people." The civil engineering teacher counted it, and suddenly his eyes were wrong, and he glared at me, "This is called collecting?" There are more than a dozen people, didn't I emphasize that the homework must be collected before being sent to the teacher? ”

I immediately lowered my head and bit my lip, it was indeed what I did wrong, and there was no room for excuses.

Civil engineering teacher "Smack! With a bang, he threw a stack of homework books on the table, began to check people, and asked the whole class to stand up and sit down by name, which is a consistent way to check people, which is very practical.

As a result, it is still the usual people who do not hand in their homework.

The civil engineering teacher threw the homework book to me, and then walked out in an awe-inspiring manner, and an inexplicable feeling came up, this time I held back my tears, after all, everyone's eyes are on me now, and the expression of watching the play.

No one helped me, only I was left with two heads that were not human, no, it should be three heads that were not human.

I took a closer look at the students who didn't turn in their homework, most of them were male students, and some of them were written by me in the last vote, is it revenge? Looking at their smug smiles, I get it.

At that time, I was very angry, and put the homework book on the desk of the representative of the original Chinese class, it was Luo, she held her glasses, and looked at me suspiciously, I thought, she should have seen what happened just now.

I didn't say a word, I walked to my seat, and the atmosphere was very embarrassing, because she was going to take a special training class, and if I didn't collect my homework, no one would accept it, which was also embarrassing for her, but that's what I did at the time.

In this way, Luo and I have become the strangest classmates from ordinary classmates, in the eyes of everyone, I just have nothing to do and embarrass her, Luo is usually gentle, so I am even more of a villain.

Whatever, I didn't try to explain anything, I didn't have anything to explain, and no one would see things from my point of view, just believe what I saw.

This is grievance, and grievance is the most difficult emotion to digest.