21. The little beast in the heart

There are many huge balloons floating in the air outside the campus, the balloon is like a big round tomato, and there is a long red banner falling under the tomato - celebrating the campus art week of Puxi No. 1 Middle School, ten years of trees and a hundred years of people.

The corridor was crowded with students leaning on the windows, their eyes resting on the trucks that were moving equipment in and out, and their mouths were occasionally exclamating "wow-" from time to time.

There were a few people sitting in the classroom, and Yue Wenwen looked up from the math test paper that had just been analyzed, and looked at Zhou Ming on the podium.

He held a stack of papers in his arms, glanced at Yue Wenwen slyly, and called her to come up and help distribute the report card.

Moon Wenwen, fifth in the class, seventeenth in the whole grade.

Somehow, she felt her face get hot. It turns out that this is the feeling of being rewarded for hard work. Fresh and a little shy.

Yue Wenwen endured not to grin and smirk, and made curls with an expressionless face, and Zhou Ming and her happened to give another row of hair curls back to back. He said to her in a voice that only Yue Wen could hear, "Okay, don't pretend to be angry, you have to be happy." Suffocated again. ”

Yue Wenwen lowered her head and continued to send her report card, her face became more and more transparent, and her eyes were shining, like crystals in them. She turned around and gently kicked Zhou Ming's trouser legs, lowered her voice and said, "Be careful, I beat you." ”

In fact, he didn't kick his legs, but Zhou Ming wanted to sell miserably, and when he turned around, he realized that Yue Wenwen hadn't turned back yet, so very subtlely, the tips of the noses of the two were almost touching.

Zhou Zhou Ming looked at Yue Wenwen's eyes for a while, Yue Wenwen looked a little short circuited and didn't know what the situation was now, and then Zhou Zhou Ming reacted and pasted it too close.

He turned around unnaturally. "Are girls' eyes so big" Zhou Ming thought in a daze, touching the tip of his nose.

Fortunately, there is no one in the classroom now, and when they are seen, they will be surrounded by those eight women. Zhou Ming was still a little happy in his heart, but he was a little strangely unhappy.

Yue Wenwen also turned around, she was a little bit ruined, her nose was a little oily recently, and a few nasty blackheads appeared, just now Zhou Ming must have seen those blackheads before he spoke. "Whatever." Yue Wenwen threw other things out of her mind and devoted herself to glancing at the report card.

I sent it around, and I also watched it.

Shi is still fourth, and Yang Yu has become second.

Fang Chen fell out of the top ten in the class, exactly eleventh, and his grade ranking regressed. However, it is still very strong in general, especially in mathematics.

Yue Wenwen felt a soft sense of happiness in her heart, she felt as if she had stepped into everyone's circle, and when she wanted to chat with everyone in the future, she could treat herself as their kind.

I still remember that time when the library Shi turned around and left, he was actually to blame, but after that time, Yue Wenwen always felt that he was too stupid to let him not want to teach.

But it doesn't matter now, the top of Yue Wenwen's name is Shi, and the gap between the two is only 4.5 points.

In the small society of school, grades are divided into classes, which is what it turns out to say.

But how much did he take the exam on Monday just now, Yue Wenwen remembered how he looked like he was the tenth in the class last time he took the monthly exam.

Zhou Ming, the first in the grade, the first in the whole school.

Blockbuster.

Outside, it seems that the audio equipment is beginning to predict, and when the first note jumps out with a shock, the junior high school students in the corridor are shocked - the first middle school is hard to learn, and it is really good at playing.

Yue Wenwen stood on the podium and looked downstairs intently, just as Tingwei walked in. There were tiny beads of sweat on her forehead, and her mouth was pursed.

It turned out that tomorrow was going to perform on stage, and Class 6 was not ready to show yet. Tingwei is not only the literary and artistic committee, but also the organizing committee. The head teacher didn't announce the news earlier, and suddenly told her last night to mobilize a program, only today is one day, and it is more difficult to achieve this than to ascend to the sky.

Tingwei stomped her feet with Yue Wenwen angrily, but her strength was small, and she was a bit like a coquette, "You said this, didn't you say it earlier, the other classes are preparing for the exam in private, and we will go on stage tomorrow, why don't she say it earlier?" The morning light shone on Tingwei's long shawl hair, and she wore a small bright red bow on her head. Yue Wenwen suddenly thought that if Tingwei was compared with that Anwen, who would be good-looking... Of course, our Tingwei looks better! Thinking of this, Yue Wenwen laughed at her eccentric eyes.

To be honest, it seems that Ann hasn't been here since the day of the fight... The moon is warm and thoughtful.

"Guess what she said, you can ask a few people who are more good at reading texts to recite, and the accompaniment will borrow a USB flash drive. I'm really going to be dizzy, not to mention whether the preparation time given is enough, and the literary week is not a recital......" Ting frowned slightly and said this, with a lot of anger and helplessness in her peach blossom eyes. As soon as she stomped her foot, her satin-like hair jumped slightly, which was very funny.

"What a pity... I can only draw, I can't perform on stage. Yue Wenwen was embarrassed to pay the corner of her clothes.

"Huh? Wen Wen, draw! Tingwei stared at Yue Wenwen tightly, and her eyes glowed green.

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God knows, finding a place to paint has become something that can be put on the stage for a performance. Yue Wenwen looked at Tingwei Shenglong Huhu with a stunned face and compared it to Teacher Li, she said that painting is a one-person project, no need to cooperate, saving rehearsal time, and there is no problem with any result of painting, and it will not be like singing or playing the violin because of the lack of rehearsal time and make mistakes on stage.

The head teacher was busy making a table line chart for the class grades, and affirmed Tingwei's enthusiasm with "Well, that's it".

Ms. Li, the head teacher, has a mountain of folders on her desk and a lot of new A4 paper, and she needs to devote herself to the study planning of this class, and the grade analysis and English handouts are always in the first place.

When the two walked out of the office, the preparatory bell rang, Tingwei's face was still a little sullen, Yue Wenwen could see that she felt that the head teacher did not pay enough attention to her as a literary and art committee, Yue Wenwen took her hand and ran back together.

The morning sun gradually warmed up, and it was warm on the face.

Everyone has a little beast in their hearts, and this little beast represents what the person expects from him. Yue Wenwen was looking forward to excellent grades and entering the good student class, so she used calculus paper and math error notes to raise it; Li Tingwei hopes to do what she loves to reflect her value, so she feeds it with blackboard newspapers, badminton matches, and rehearsals of the show.

Someday, the little beast can be strong enough to protect itself.