Meng Meng sat in the classroom, and sometimes he would notice the attention of others, such as suddenly raising his eyes in English class, brushing Wen Yu's gaze, his cheeks were hot, and then he continued to fold the paper stars in his hand as if nothing happened, so he looked at her even more unscrupulously.

"How long have you been with your boyfriend?" During the noisy recess, Wen Yu carefully sandwiched the smooth carbon strips with his thumb and middle finger, continued to trace the last few strokes of the English teacher's back on the straw paper, and then blew the breadcrumbs on the drawing paper, and shook the pen with a big grin, without raising his head as if talking to himself.

"On the day he graduated from junior high school, his name was Ning Chi, and he was my next table." Meng Meng's serious appearance made him feel a little uncomfortable. He had just read a novel called "We Fell Out of Love Together on the Day of Graduation", but he never thought that she would be able to find a relationship in the season when others were falling out of love. Maybe he also judged that she was suspected of early love, although he and Xu Kexin got along long before graduating from junior high school.

"Oh, that's pretty romantic...... What kind of person is he? He didn't mean it, he just wanted to have a match and continue to dig up some information.

"In short, there is no such 'art' as you." Meng Meng's words were faint, she couldn't hear right from wrong, she couldn't distinguish the taste, and her so-called "art" naturally meant that Wen Yu painted things day and night. This reminded Wen Yu of the love story between a poor painter and a bakery proprietor, who always went to her shop to ask for a piece of shriveled bread without ingredients, until the proprietress felt pity, and secretly added a love butter to the bread, but accidentally ruined the painter's sketch masterpiece that he had worked so hard to draw for a long time......

Wen Yu has seen a lot of love stories, but he only likes this kind of ending. He didn't want to be like the painter, because the painter's negativity was too similar to his own, and he was already that. Forbearance, indifference, until the woman intentionally or unintentionally ruined her dreams. Although, Xu Kexin never gave him even a piece of butter in the end.

If he can, he hopes to become a person in martial arts novels, Jin Yong's "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" in the opening chapter of He Zudao, talented, free and easy, will not be fettered because of emotions, calligraphy and painting, guqin, and Go are known as the three uniques.

What about Wen Yu? I can't write well but I can draw, play the guitar, and play backgammon.

He began to draw another sketch again, while thinking about the appearance of Meng Meng's boyfriend, and did not expect that when the English teacher checked the workbook half an hour later, he found that it was full of graffiti and suspected portraits of himself, and he carried his ear to the corridor during class time and talked for another half an hour. Wen Yu learned a lesson after that, sandwiched the straw paper in the textbook, drew two strokes and raised his head from time to time to make eye contact with the teacher, as if he was thinking about a problem on the blackboard, which made Meng Meng on the side suffocate his stomach with a smile.

"I'll get sick if I laugh like this again!"

"Then report me and give you evidence." Wen Yu handed her the textbook, and a sketch of Meng Meng's side face fell on her desk, and it was too late for Wen Yu to reach out and grab it.

"When did you draw it, how do I not know?"

"Not bad, right?"

"If this painting is seen, can I still get married? Confiscate! ”

"No thanks."

"Don't take it as an example!"

"Unless you ask me."

In another week, Meng Meng only sent two letters to her boyfriend, a year-on-year decrease of 60%.

For another week, she didn't even write a letter.

In the past, as long as Wen Yu didn't draw in class, she would keep her head down and read horror novels with her heart, and she smirked while writing a report to the "unit", although she still provoked his disdain from time to time, and the atmosphere was awkward but overall harmonious. But in the past few days, the letters and small gifts from across the region have been piled up very high, but Meng Meng doesn't seem to know what to write, or dare not write what he wants to write. She didn't bother to talk to Zhao Yeye about what was new in the jewelry store, what to eat in the restaurant at noon, who got along with whom, and which class teacher made a big deal in class again, scolding the students so much that they didn't know their father.

When Wen Yu was not there, she would carefully take out the painting and look at it. In the stories she has seen, the paintings of this feeling are all given to couples.

Wen Yu felt that he sat so close to her for ten hours a day that the molecules of emotions would penetrate each other, he became simple and relaxed, but she became more and more silent and lazy. He even wanted her to continue to happily write her report, even if it was just to name the dish in Hanyu Pinyin.

Wen Yu pondered this wonderful chemistry, and in this era of complementary personality theories, he even linked the phenomenon of husband and wife to the phenomenon. In any case, he suddenly found that he really had to admit that he just liked to make Meng Meng simply happy every day, and that was enough.

Since he became the representative of the English class under Wen Yu's recommendation, Zhao Yeye has been buried in English practice questions every day, writing the answers with a pencil and then erasing them and doing them again, his hair is not straightened, but he is pinned with colorful hairpins, revealing a beautiful forehead. Wen Yu looked at her slightly furrowed eyebrows and focused eyes, and realized that her inadvertent actions might have cultivated an excellent diplomat for the country, and it was the kind with its own nuclear deterrent.

At the same time, Meng Meng's face was sad when she took English class, indicating that she didn't want to be the bottom student anymore, but stacking cans of stars showed that she didn't want to spend time memorizing words. So, Wen Yu earnestly persuaded her that people can't always do repetitive mechanical actions and use their brains, at least to prevent Alzheimer's.

"Learn how to play backgammon even if you use your brains?" Meng Meng shook the star jar that was about to be filled with both hands, and his face was satisfied.

Since he no longer had to go to the toilet to smoke and avoid Meng Meng, Wen Yu developed a new recess entertainment program and played backgammon with Zhuang Xiaopang. He was a man addicted to backgammon, shouting "One hundred rounds of the big fight!" all over the classroom! And Zhuang Xiaopang took out the time to write homework between classes to play chess, it seemed that he just didn't want to disturb Zhao Yeye learning English.

Once playing chess, Zhuang Xiaopang felt choked, and when he looked up, he found that the kennel was all gathered around and smoking cigarettes to watch the excitement, so frightened that his hands shook and messed up the chess game. Wen Yu was just about to complain, but Dead Dog Xiang stepped forward, stretched out his hand and put the dozens of messy chess pieces back into place for magic, and then stood still very calmly and waited for the chess game to start again.

"I don't think they're terrible people either." After that, Zhuang Xiaopang asked Wen Yu to explain the last whisper to the kennel.

", it's all two eyes and one mouth......" Wen Yu realized that he had said the wrong thing.

"In the future, I will call them to play chess together, and I think they will die dead." Zhuang Xiaopang plucked up his courage.

"Win a game against him, please Pizza Hut for a month."

"One month Europa."

"Shangri-La was fine for three months."

"Is there a Shangri-La in Beicheng?"

As a result, Class 6 had a new scene between classes, and Dead Dog Xiang sat in the corner of the classroom and took turns with the backgammon masters.

The girls had some complicated emotions about the arrival of the dead dog Xiang, and while they were uneasy, they couldn't help but look at his handsome face with one eye missing.

Other, more conservative girls often scolded Wen Yusang and complained that he had brought the problem boy into the classroom. The boys in the class generally think that this is a glorious thing, after all, Dead Dog Xiang is a big man in the school, the most ruthless big man among the boys, and a tyrannical instructor and a big man who shocked the rivers and lakes at the beginning of military training. There may be people who don't know what the principal looks like, but it's impossible not to know the name of the dead dog. The boys of Class 6 will have something to talk about when they go out with other classes in the future, as if the dead dog Xiang who came to play chess has already had a deep friendship with him.

Dead Dog Xiang's chess skills reached the point of being superb, and he solved the rat with more than 20 pieces, which aroused Jin Ting's curiosity and also taught this master who had not lost a single game a week.

During the lunch break, he and Jin Ting played three full sets, but they were all draws.

"I can't play any more, I'll stare at the board with one eye, and I'll get dizzy after a long time." Dead Dog Xiang told Jin Ting with a kind face that this was his demeanor in moderation.

"Very nice girl, why don't you chase it?" After that, Dead Dog Xiang stood at the door of Class 6 and pointed to Jin Ting's back and asked Wen Yu.

"You can't even guess if you're killed." Wen Yu sneered and glanced at Meng Meng inadvertently.

During the English test, Meng Meng's carefully prepared note for a lesson was blown to the ground by the wind, and the pink lines of letters on it were twisted and dense, like several faded earthworms coiled together. Wen Yu just wanted to stretch out his feet to help hook it back, but the note was blown under the English teacher's skirt by a demonic wind from nowhere.

The situation in the comedy movie should be that the teacher is stepping on the note when he is pacing and is unconscious, but the English teacher really has no talent for acting in comedy movies, and he can't help but put on an exaggerated expression when he picks it up and looks at it, "Who prepared this note, is there a little professionalism, obviously it is the third unit of the exam, and all the words of the second unit are copied!" ”

The English teacher smiled after speaking, but the tone was still weird and awe-inspiring, and then the class lost no time in releasing heartless laughter again, which lasted for more than thirty seconds.

In the past thirty seconds, Wen Yu witnessed Jin Ting turn around and take the small note prepared by the mouse, Zhuang Xiaopang and Zhao Yeye ejected some notes that had nothing to do with the exam, and he turned his head to look at Meng Meng again, Meng Meng seemed to have lost the courage to stand up at this sharp voice.

Wen Yu reached out and took out the pink water-based pen from her pencil case, then stood up, and shook the pen exaggeratedly with two fingers: "Teacher, that's what I used to review the second unit, not a cheat sheet." ”

"Wen Yu, you said that you can review, pigs will go up the tree, are you afraid that you will not be able to pass the test for girls and embarrass boys, so you will do such a disgraceful thing?" The English teacher's tone was not hurried or slow, like a person who patiently reads the story.

"Well, you can see that." Wen Yu was not afraid of the boys' reactions, but smiled evilly at Zhao Yeye, and just rejoiced in his heart that he had concealed the truth, and in the midst of the boys' whistles, he was pulled out of the classroom by the English teacher.

"I usually hate you as a student like you who 'thinks you are smart but is mistaken by being smart', don't think I don't know what's going on. You stand with this note in both hands until noon, and if you can't hold on, even the last bit of dignity of the boy will be lost! ”

"Teacher, don't worry, I will do my best to keep the dignity of a man!" Wen Yu straightened his waist with a smile and held up the note, full of confidence.

Wen Yu stood at the door of the classroom with a note, continuing to enjoy the heartless laughter in the classroom, but when the students from other classes gathered around to watch the excitement between classes, he felt a little frustrated, feeling like a prisoner holding a name tag to verify that he was about to be shot, and he was forced to accept the admiration of the ignorant crowd before his execution.

The class bell and the class bell alternated several times, Meng Meng never came out of the classroom, he was somewhat disappointed, or he was really smart, and then he was smart but was mistaken by cleverness, and people didn't appreciate it. He really didn't know that Meng Meng was crying on the desk, or she couldn't bear to look at the water-based pen on the table and the slightly thin back at the door.

The news of a stupid X standing at the door of class six finally reached the head teacher, and the head teacher asked the English teacher about the reason, and called Wen Yu's father to the office to talk for an afternoon, and at first he said seriously that he should cooperate with the school to do a good job in the integrity education of students, and then they studied with great interest which school the seedlings of this key university should apply to.

"You can hit Renmin University."

"At least Lanzhou University is used as the backing, but it is also a key university......

When he returned home that night, his parents were not angry but happy, and added food and meat, and a fruit platter, encouraging Wen Yu to start again and study hard.

That day, when it was almost noon, Zhao Yeye came to Wen Yu's side and said coldly: "Thank you." ”

"I don't want to thank you for this attitude."

"Just thank you! Dislike! Zhao Yeye didn't know why, he couldn't hold his temper when he saw Wen Yu.

"Thank you for being caught cheating, can't I compare my grades with you?" He really wanted to leave a good image in front of this junior high school alumnus, but when he saw her curly hair, he couldn't help but smile and smile, not a little straight, but the back of his head was smashed by Zhao Yeye picking up the book, and she was holding an English-Chinese dictionary priced at 69 yuan 8 in her hand, and the reason why he paid attention to the pricing was because the more expensive the book, the thicker it was.

"Please, as a girl, you should mum and pinch my arm!" He covered his head and muttered, still unable to show the slightest gratitude to Zhao Yeye for being willing to smash his most expensive book.

"I'm thanking you for Meng Meng, you're a good boy!" After Zhao Yeye finished speaking, he picked up the book and walked away with a red face. Wen Yu's mood also improved, but the mood improved and could not resist the strange faces who continued to gather around to see the excitement, and really wanted to record her tactful words just now into the loudspeaker, and put the single on the side to explain her grievances in a loop.

When he was ready to end the penalty, he didn't move anywhere, he stubbornly waited for the English teacher to announce the pardon in person. Wen Yu felt that he liked the feeling of standing in the corridor and looking down on all living beings, and being treated as stupid by all living beings.

In the meantime, there was also a girl with short silver-gray hair and a trendy dress who came over and sat on the windowsill opposite him, her skirt was no more than her knees, so that Wen Yu, who claimed to be a moral gentleman, couldn't look directly for a while.

"You're also the little witch who was taught English, right? I'm just waiting for you, stay with you for a while! She tilted her head to look at him, chewing on the strange-smelling gum.

He raised his head to look up at her as much as he could, a low-cut cardigan, his lips were on fire, and he was more nervous than the situation below, so he lowered his head again and was silent.

"I know the rats in your class, you can find me if you want to go out to play in the future!" Not annoyed by his silence, she jumped off the windowsill in style, snapped her fingers and walked away, leaving behind a faint smell of perfume.

He didn't bother with her because this girl wasn't hot or tempting, but he didn't like her to call her an English teacher. He still likes this teacher very much from the bottom of his heart, and if she doesn't personally announce his release from prison, this liking will be somewhat weaker.

After nearly half an hour, dizzy and weak, just when Wen Yu began to regret not dragging the little beauty just now to chat to comfort him, the English teacher and Zhao Yeye walked slowly from the other end of the corridor together, they were holding rolling paper and dictionaries in their hands, but he felt that relaxed as if nothing had happened, like picking his teeth after a meal.

The little witch walked up to him and waved her hand twice, "Hurry up and have lunch, I'm going to give you an exam in the afternoon, see if you dare to be late!" With that, he entered the classroom. Zhao Yeye walked behind and said to him seemingly casually: "Meng Meng's boyfriend came to see her, and he was talking at the school gate." ”

Wen Yu held up the body that should have been easily liberated and did something that shackled his mood. I walked around the school in a daze, but I still haven't seen him. Maybe he just wanted to see Meng Meng smiling and coquettish in the arms of a tall and handsome boy, or the two of them holding hands and whispering on the tree-lined path, he just wanted a scene to make medicine to lock in his addiction to her.

It wasn't until he returned to his seat under the eyes of the English teacher that he still didn't see Meng Meng, so he had to start answering the questionnaire.

After another while, Meng Meng walked into the classroom quickly with his head down, and sat back next to him without looking at the English teacher. Her eyes were obviously red, she snorted and took out the letterhead, tilted her head and scribbled something, gritted her teeth and tore it off halfway through, and wrote it again, until she was about to hand in the paper, she took the written letter and floated out of the classroom as if no one was around.

"Don't make yourself sad because you're in such a young relationship." Wen Yu saw that Meng Meng's mood was better during the evening class, and covered her mouth with a book, imitating the low and peaceful tone of the announcer on the radio to comfort her.

"Unhappy is unhappy, you either make me happy or shut up......"

"If you are unhappy, you will cry, and you will grow old fast if you always hold it in your heart!"

Meng Meng's mood had eased a bit, but when he persuaded him like this, his eyes turned red again, so he poked him viciously, completely ignoring the rescue in the morning.

In the groggy Chinese evening class, with the lights off and the movie adapted from the text, Meng Meng kept lying on the table, his face hurt with tears, so he continued to sleep with his face sideways, and his face was slightly cool as if the evening breeze was blowing. The bell rang after class, and the sound of the students overshadowing the ending song of the movie, she felt the light, opened her eyes and got up, the people around her had begun to pack their schoolbags and walk out of the classroom one after another, there were few people left in the room, Wen Yu didn't know when she left, and a cup of milk tea on the table was steaming.