The next day, Meng Meng began to take the initiative to chat with Wen Yu. In Wen Yu's opinion, there are three possibilities for the triggering mechanism of this small probability event: one is that she is grateful for his rescue after all, the second is that she and her boyfriend fall out and need to be comforted, and the third is that she likes him.

After Wen Yu told Zhao Yeye about this analysis in a joking tone, the other party told him without thinking about it that the first two might account for half each.

"Wen Yu, do you have time, I want to talk to you." Meng Meng's title of a thousand miles in a day makes it difficult for him to refuse, as the saying goes, bad words are not good for people with good faces. He was leaning against the back door of the classroom, painting the old residential building outside the window. Wen Yu paints one painting every day, and the difference between each one is a few pieces of clothing hanging on the balcony of a household, or a bird falling on a telephone pole. When he praised this as an innovative form of artistic expression that combines movement and static, the mouse glanced past him and said that these paintings are suitable for playing "everyone to find faults". After speaking, he pushed Wen Yu away and got out of the back door, his movements really like a mouse.

Wen Yu looked out, and sure enough, she found that the little beauty she met when she was standing was sitting on the windowsill opposite the corridor waiting for the mouse, she saw Wen Yu looking out, and winked at him mischievously, and then took the rat's arm and walked downstairs.

"What did you just want to say?" He turned his head to look at Meng Meng, and met her gaze, it turned out that the girl in front of him would become gentle when she needed comfort.

"Say whatever you want." Her face was as relaxed as possible, but she wanted to cover it, she sat on his table and looked down at him, there was a faint fragrance of chrysanthemums, so he said, I like to paint flowers in still life, and he knew that the conversation was more than half dead at the beginning of the topic.

Ten minutes later, when he was bored by what he said, she was still sitting there, her arms resting on her laps and her cheeks, and she was closer to him, definitely crossing the safe distance between pure male and female classmates. He looked at her again calmly, she just needed someone to talk to her constantly. However, he is not a person who is willing to do ordinary things, and this is by no means his way of coaxing girls.

"Haha, Meng Meng, you are so beautiful today!" At the end of the evening, a girl came over with a mirror, and Meng Meng's face was painted with a red rose and green branches and leaves.

Meng Meng hadn't woken up in a daze, and the people in the class who hadn't left had already let out a heartless laugh, because there was no teacher present, and he was very happy after school, this laughter lasted for nearly three minutes.

"Death-smell-feather!" Meng Meng ran out of the back door without even taking her schoolbag, and finally blocked the culprit at the door of the bicycle garage, "My face ......" She found that she was not so annoyed, and she was embarrassed to see his indifferent look.

"Pretty looking, isn't it?" While he was perfunctory to her, he looked intently at the garage, where there was only a narrow exit, which was being blocked by her.

"Do you use a water-based pen? ......" It was clear that she was deliberately raising her anger level.

"At that time, I really didn't have anything else at hand, and besides, the pen was just for drawing." He spread his hands helplessly, and reluctantly decided that there was no way to escape.

"Are you so interesting?" Meng Meng didn't know what to blame, squatted on the ground and continued to cry. Wen Yu didn't coax her, but finally gave her a fuse to vent her emotions. This overwhelmed him, half an hour ago he had "understated" on one side of her exposed face with one hand, as cautious as a plastic surgeon, and with the other hand he was trying to keep himself from laughing, and secretly wondering how she had slept so deadly.

At that time, Wen Yu felt that one hand should be forced, but the other hand should be gentle, this version of the collar is comparable to Zhou Botong's left and right fighting techniques.

"Hey, I just want you to change your mood, the girls in the book will be in a different mood when they change their makeup." Wen Yu continued to quibble.

"Boring!" Meng Meng saw more people walking towards the garage, naturally he didn't have the courage to hold a note and stand to be a monkey, so he had to cover his face and turn around and run away, he felt that the moment she turned around, she was incomparably pure and faintly delicate.

On this day, it rained all over the sky. Meng Meng took the smallest step towards school against the cold morning breeze, she didn't know why her simple and happy life had become a mess, her boyfriend quarreled with her inexplicably and broke up, and the bastard next to her just got acquainted and began to tease her. Moreover, the English teacher will take the monthly exam paper in the first class of this day, and the English teacher will talk about the paper after the morning exam in the last class, and maybe his name will be the first to be pointed.

She looked lost, until she saw Wen Yu standing there waiting for her at the door of the classroom, his face painted with roses exactly the same as his face the night before: "See, this time I borrowed Zhao Yeye's lip gloss." ”

Wen Yu arrived at school before five o'clock in the morning, specially brought a mirror from home, and then sat on the jogging platform on the top floor to put on makeup.

"Doesn't it feel perverted to draw this on the face of a big boy?" Meng Mengqiang couldn't hold back a laugh and wanted to pass past him into the classroom, but he stretched out his hand to stop him: "Please, you should always smile politely for such a sincere apology, right?" ”

"Who bother you to apologize, but ...... Your craftsmanship is not bad, but what is the green used to paint it, I washed it for a long time yesterday. Meng Meng really smiled, and subconsciously touched his cheek, which had been rendered by art.

"Then it's really a water-based pen, do you have green lip gloss...... Wen Yu didn't wait for her to react, and ran into the classroom first. The two of them ran in one after the other, and the English teacher was already handing out the test papers, and he raised his body and pondered the two of them with a strange look. Meng Meng had a bad seizure, and when he walked past him, he looked at the flowery face and couldn't help laughing. Throughout the day, he talked and laughed freely with that dazzling flower on his face, and the teachers in various subjects had long been familiar with Wen Yu's strangeness in class.

But when he was smoking in the toilet between classes, the dead dog Xiang's one-eyed kept staring at him, "!" Who got you? ”

"Nobody messes with me, I draw and play with it." Wen Yu was asked like this, and he actually blushed, he was all mixed, and his appearance was really naïve.

"! Not to mention, the painting is really beautiful! Dead Dog Xiang laughed.

"If you like, I'll draw one for you."

"If you help me catch up with Jin Ting, I'll paint your ass as you like."

"Hehe, there are a lot of people chasing her......" Wen Yu was a little depressed, he hoped that Dead Dog Xiang could chase a girl, but he didn't want this girl to be Jin Ting.

"There's that boy in your class called the rat, right?"

"Fair competition, don't come to crooked ......" Wen Yu was worried that the rat would be stripped naked one day and then hung upside down in the toilet ceiling.

"yes, I know." Dead Dog Xiang smiled, even with a smile on his false eyes.

The English teacher still read the score during the evening class, and the fifth person was a girl: "...... Meng Meng has 57 points, I have to work harder! …… Wen Yu 82 points, Zhao Yeye 85 points, the class representative is the first place is very good, and Wen Yu is in my office after class. ”

"Dinner?" Wen Yu muttered quietly at the back of the classroom, at this time Zhao Yeye was shyly and happily brushing his curly hair, two hairpins fell off, and Meng Meng sat on the chair and tried his best to maintain a quiet posture to suppress the cheers in his heart, and his satisfied expression seemed to become the hero of the whole class.

"The English teacher is so good, he actually predicted the result of this exam, I finally defeated that self-righteous Wen Yu, and you are no longer at the bottom of the class." After school, Zhao Yeye and Meng Meng walked hand in hand on the quiet street outside the school gate, their mood was as cool and comfortable as the evening breeze in mid-autumn, but Meng Meng lowered his head and smiled but did not speak.

"Do you know, if you were in junior high school, it would not be difficult to beat Wen Yu in grades, but ......" Zhao Yeye continued to talk to himself, "It's impossible, and if you say it, it will be regarded as a joke." Being able to pass Wen Yu is even cooler than being admitted to a prestigious university. ”

"Was Wen Yu really that good before?" Meng Meng has heard many people mention that there was an unprecedented top student in the junior high school next door, and it is said that his mock exam results will hold the record in Beicheng for at least ten years.

"It's not just learning, it's excelling in almost anything." Zhao Yeye paused when he said this, "Actually, I don't understand how he fell to Peking High School to go to school, and I basically haven't seen him study in the past half a year." ”

"We don't understand the alien world, if he is really as powerful as you say, even if he eats the bottom of junior high school, he will be admitted to college." Meng Meng finally laughed when he said this.

In the office of the English department, Wen Yu stood listlessly at the door with his schoolbag.

The English teacher asked in a strange manner: "Do you think that your English level can directly take the college entrance examination, or do you think that I have a good temper and will not go to the teaching office to apply for punishment for your misconduct and cheating in the exam?" ”

"Teacher, I didn't take the first exam this time, but at least I followed closely around the center of the class with Zhao Yeye's class representative as the core, and the note I took the last exam was really used to review my homework, and I hope to hand in a satisfactory answer to you with a solid foundation and a serious attitude."

"The reason why I called you to talk after work is because I think that although you are a little boy who is cynical and does not have the respect of students for teachers, you are still a marginalized talent, don't think that I will not pursue you for seriously going off topic in the essay question and adding Hanyu Pinyin, I didn't see you handing Meng Meng three notes back and forth. You may be proud that you can manipulate the results of the exam, but I must tell you that you have disappointed me, and I despise the boys who waste their main business in order to please the girls......"

Wen Yu still obeyed most of what she said, but she didn't know why the big girl who had just come out of the campus saw him as a little boy when she saw him - he always felt that he was very mature among his peers.

Wen Yu heard that the head teacher of the class next door was also a girl who had just graduated, and she was very good at getting along with the boys in the class. Another year, it was rumored that she dragged a boy into the office after evening class, and the two didn't come out all night. Another year, someone saw the boy go to her wedding. If his English teacher hadn't been sharply targeting himself, maybe Wen Yu would have admired this English major girl who could invent "being smart but being mistaken by being smart".

"What a chaotic school!" Wen Yu sighed, feeling like a prisoner squatting in a deep prison, and used his fingernails to draw straight characters on the wall in the corner of the classroom. He thought more than once about transferring to the provincial high school, but he didn't know how to face that girl, and he felt that he was sometimes cowardly.

"Wen Yu, you will be inferior when you see a girl!" He finally said so to himself.

Since he was going to sit in this high school for three years, Wen Yu quickly developed a variety of new projects, all of which had in common that they were ingenious, eye-catching, and effective in passing the class time. He stole a pair of brand-new jeans from Zhuang Xiaopang's locker, cut a square material with pockets from his buttocks, and carefully wrapped the book cover for his month-long novel binding.

"Look at it, this book cover must be wear-resistant, and it will definitely not be cold in your hands in winter, and the most exciting thing is these two pockets, which can actually be stuffed with bookmarks, issued cards and filled with change to buy fried noodles." As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, Wen Yu began his own peddling.

The class took a look at this book cover that can apply for a national patent, and the response was mediocre, but two days later, the garbage bin at the door of Class 6 had already been filled with jeans with the back crotch of the discarded, and the trouser legs swayed in the wind, which was very weird.

Even the English teacher grabbed a packaged handout and asked, "Where did you order this book cover?" ”

The class responded with a heartless laugh.

"Don't tell me, right, I originally wanted to show you a movie in this class......" she lengthened her voice and turned to a very sinister smile, "Zhao Yeye, go to my office and get the rolling paper!" ”

"You should give a gift to the teacher so that you don't embarrass us anymore."

"As long as everything is related to you, everyone will definitely be unlucky together."

The sound of complaining immediately sounded around Wen Yu, and many people who were still laughing heartlessly were looking at each other and pulling the roll of paper, while "muttering" loudly to Wen Yu, for fear that the English teacher would not know who the culprit was.

Speech is allowed in the class exam, but no one will talk about the exam papers. A full score or a zero score in the test is your own personality label. If someone really tries to copy the paper, it's only because he is too lazy to think about the tedious process of the problem. is such a class that has won seven consecutive championships in the big exam.

As soon as class ended that evening, Wen Yu sent two denim book covers to the English teacher - after answering the paper first, he hurried up and secretly did it under the desk.

"If you don't tell me where you bought it, I won't accept it." The English teacher smiled, and the simplicity of her face made Wen Yu feel that she was actually a very naïve thing to think of herself as a little boy.

"I found inspiration in Zhuang Xiaopang's jeans and made them from local materials to play, but I didn't expect many people to respond." Wen Yu looked proud, waiting for the English teacher to ask for a handicraft.

"You're a boy who attracts attention when you make a move, so instead of taking your classmates to ruin your parents' hard-earned money, you should do something uplifting. I think you will have a great future in whatever you do in the future, don't let me down. The English teacher accepted the gift.

Wen Yu was suddenly inspired at this moment, and under the dim orange light of the corridor, he seemed to see the shadow that he had not seen for a long time and could live a more meaningful life.