Happy days are always so short, summer vacation seems fleeting, and a new semester has begun. Wener and the others officially started their study life in the second year of junior high school.

One month after the start of school, Wener experienced the first monthly exam of the semester, and the overall score was very bad.

During the evening self-study, Lao Zhangtou announced the top 5 in each subject, and made a detailed analysis of everyone's comprehensive results. Wen Er sat in his seat and listened silently, but there was not much turmoil in his heart. She felt that she had changed, and when she was in elementary school, she was the best student in her grade, and she was praised by her teachers. Every time there is a big exam and a small exam, she attaches great importance to it, and if she occasionally fails to take the exam at the end of the term, Wen Dad and Wen Mom will also ask the relatives around her not to ask, so as not to make her sad and angry. Now, she has allowed herself to be in the bottom five.

For Wener, the middle school curriculum was a bit difficult to learn. Because he had never studied English in elementary school before, Wener was one of only two people in the class who had no prior knowledge. So, the female English teacher dressed in a foreign style directly skipped the phonetic transcription and began to learn words and sentence patterns.

Even after many years, Wen Er will clearly remember that when she turned the first page of the textbook for her morning reading, she would have the same way as to put "Hi, Bob." Hi, Alice" merged into the sentence "Hi, Bob." Because she didn't recognize any of the words on it at all. In the first English test, she basically didn't know how to do the questions on the test paper, and in the end, the same table saved her. This "plagiarism" experience was an indelible stain on Wen'er throughout her life's school career, witnessing her powerless embarrassment at that time.

In addition to the constraints of objective factors, Wener's own energy invested in learning has also changed. Children in junior high school are always attracted to all kinds of new things, and the restlessness and privacy of the surrounding environment also tempt their hearts. Although Wen'er didn't get involved in those things, listening to it also took away a lot of her attention.

For example, the daily morning reading of Chinese was going on in an orderly manner, and suddenly, Wan Cancan walked in from outside the door with a large cardboard box. She walked straight to the trash can at the back door of the classroom as if no one was around.

"Bang bang", the students turned their heads to the back when they heard the sound. I saw Wan Cancan dumping the contents of the carton into the trash.

"What is it?"

"When she passed by me just now, I saw a lot of gifts inside, and some of them didn't seem to have even been opened."

"Who sent her?"

"I think it should be Xu Jie."

"Not necessarily, there may be other boys."

"She's so beautiful, there must have been a lot of people giving her gifts."

"Last Christmas, a boy in class seven (5) gave her a large bottle of stars, and I heard that he had folded it for more than a month!"

"Wow! So powerful! I've been folding it for more than half a year, and I haven't folded a full bottle yet! ”

"Then you can be the same as everyone else!"

The whispers in the classroom came and went, and there was a tendency to intensify, and suddenly, I don't know what kind of "change" happened, and the whole class fell silent.

I saw Xu Jie walk in, his face was extremely gloomy, and he didn't have the hippie smile of the past. He also walked directly to the trash can, and then patiently lowered his head and took out the discarded gifts in the same way. Eventually, they were put back in that big cardboard box. Xu Jie picked it up and walked towards Wan Cancan step by step.

At this moment, Wen Er sat in her position and watched quietly, but she always felt that Xu Jie's steps seemed to step on her heart, so heavy. For some reason, she suddenly felt a sense of nervousness worried about Xu Jie, she hoped that Wan Cancan would be able to take back those gifts, when the "little episode" just now was just a joke.

With a "bang", Wen'er's heart trembled in shock, it turned out that Wan Cancan pushed the big cardboard box that Xu Jie took back and put on the desk, and those "poor" gifts were scattered on the ground alone again. One of them just rolled under Wen'er's desk.

"Xu Jie, you'd better take these things away, otherwise, I'll still throw them in the trash."

The boy on the other side didn't speak, but his eyes were red in a rare earnest.

Wan Cancan saw that Xu Jie didn't react, so he went to pick up the gifts on the ground by himself, but was stopped by Xu Jie with his arm.

"Why don't you like me anymore?"

"If you don't like it, you don't like it, not why."

"Do you like Feng Yi in class seven (3)?"

Well, another little gangster who is a headache for the school. Feng Yi is more hateful than Xu Jie, it is better to like Xu Jie than to like him! Wen Er couldn't help but think.

"Feng Yi? Do you think I don't have eyes? Wan Cancan's expression was very strange, as if he had just heard a joke a second ago and showed great disgust.

"You want to know, I can tell you. It's just- I think you're disgusting, disgusting. Also, I don't like to be friends with gangsters. ”

Wen Er suddenly didn't want to look at Xu Jie's face. Although she had been bullied by him before, at this moment, she felt that Xu Jie was like a little animal disliked by her master, very helpless and weak.

"And who do you like? Is it Sheng Ruochen? I see you've asked him math questions several times. ”

Xu Jie's voice was not fierce, nor did he have the slightest tone of questioning, maybe there was only a little unwillingness and questioning in it.

"Neurotic!"

Wan Cancan ignored Xu Jie anymore, she stepped over the gift that was still lying on the ground, and walked back to her seat. The class continued to be in a commotion, gossiping, reading early, and going to the toilet, anyway, they were doing their own things, and it seemed that what had just happened was just a wisp of smoke, and as soon as the wind blew, it dissipated.

Wen Er picked up the language book and continued to memorize the ancient poems, but her eyes could clearly see Xu Jie squatting on the ground silently picking it up through the layers of figures in front of her, and his "brothers" wanted to come over to help him, but they were all glared back by him fiercely with his eyes.

Maybe he's still the same person. The weakness he had shown just now was only a matter of a moment, and now he had reverted to his usual uninhibited appearance, with mockery and indifference still on his face.

Why did Xu Jie mention Sheng Ruochen just now? Does he really have anything to do with Wan Cancan?

Wen Er turned his head to look at Sheng Ruochen casually, but saw him talking to Ren Squeak, who was collecting his math homework.

"Erer, do you want to go to the bathroom?"

As soon as the bell rang for the end of the morning reading, Ye Zi ran to Wen'er's seat and invited her to go to the toilet together. This unique style of behavior has been popular for a long time in middle school, and Wener has a relatively fixed "toilet partner" for six years from junior high school to high school.