Just as I was thinking about it, the sound of the key unlocking came.

"Mom." Meng Chao pounced.

"What did she say?"

"I said, "You have a wound on your hand, is there a fight?" She said: I don't know anything, you are not a child who can fight with others. Now this young teacher is too eager for quick success. Yuan Jie replied.

"But it hurts the students." Meng Chao muttered.

"Here, let Mom see her hands." Yuan Jie took Meng Chao's hand distressedly, and when she saw that it was terrifyingly red, she was even more distressed.

"Oops, why is it so powerful?!"

"Mom, I'm fine."

Meng Chao lowered his eyes and put his hands behind his back.

Next.

Meng Chao looked at the so-called carefully selected pictorial posted on the wall with a sarcastic expression, and the pictorial in the most conspicuous position was written with the name of the squad leader Yang Shuang. The neat fisherman's house contrasts with the blue sea and blue sky, which is really good. Why the irony?

Yesterday during recess.

"Meng Chao, you can draw well, you can help me draw a pictorial."

"I didn't draw well, and I didn't finish my own."

"Oh, you can just draw."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Shuang threw down the drawing paper and ran away.

Yes, two pictorials drawn by the same person, the one with the name of the squad leader was pasted in the most conspicuous place, and the one with the author's name was thrown into the trash.

Morning.

Qi Ning's group leader checked the recitation of the group members, and after finishing the dictation, he was ready to write a language entry.

The Chinese slip is a kind of learning system for class 7, and the leader of each learning group writes a note according to the completion of the group members after checking the tasks assigned by the teacher, and hands it directly to the teacher after writing.

It's annoying. She thought.

Reached out and touched his notebook, such a beautiful book was going to be torn, what a cruel thing, how could the Chinese teacher think of writing a Chinese entry? What's the use of!

looked at Meng Chao, who was endorsing in the front row, and suddenly noticed: She has so many books, it doesn't matter if you tear some up, right? Besides, writing a language entry is to do things on behalf of the team leader, and many people don't have the opportunity to write if they want to.

"Meng Dynasty." Qi Ning shouted.

"Quick! You can help me write a language entry. ”

"But the language entry was written by the team leader." Meng Chao refused.

"Oh, you can just write it. There's a lot of work I don't have to do, I'm too busy. ”

Meng Chao pinched the pen, still tore a piece of paper from the notebook, and wrote on it: Qi Ning's group has memorized it all.

Language lessons.

Chinese teacher Zhang Yao walked to the Qining group with the Chinese bar of the Qining group in one hand and a bamboo stick in the other.

"Qi Ning, you only write about the memorization, what about the dictation?"

"I don't know! It was written by Meng Chao, I ...... I was called by the head teacher. Qi Ning looked unaware.

Zhang Yao turned to look at Meng Chao.

"What's going on?"

Meng Chao looked at Qi Ning in a panic, and she saw Qi Ning's disgusted face.

Meng Chao thought to herself: In the past, she saw Qi Ning write language entries like this, but this time it won't work? It should have been Qi Ning, even if she wanted to write it herself, she should have told herself how to write it.

"Why, you ......," Meng Chao snorted.

"I don't know, you wrote it!" Qi Ning raised his voice.

"Alright. Just count according to all of them, ten sticks per person! Zhang Yao said.

In this way, a group of four people were all beaten with ten sticks on their legs.

The English teacher loves to hit people's hands, and the Chinese teacher loves to hit people's legs, so it's balanced! What a matching pair!

Pre-class memorization time. Zhang Yao walked to Meng Chao's table with Meng Chaolian's notebook.

"You can't pass the practice this time, next time I'll take it to your homeroom teacher and let your homeroom teacher beat you."

What about you? Meng Chao thought. Watching from the side? If you have to be in charge of everything, what do you want your Chinese teacher to do?

English class.

Hongzhen was talking about last night's homework, and when it came to cloze in the blanks, she said, "Raise your hand if you have three wrong completions." ”

Meng Chao looked around, there were about a dozen people who raised their hands, she knew that her skills were in the examination room, and she slowly raised her hands.

"Oh, Meng Chao, three wrong!"

Hongzhen stopped lecturing and concentrated on counting Meng Chaolai.

"At this time, I don't have the ability, I will learn to speak, and see how many are so wrong? It's still wrong to punish you! How did your mother raise you......"

Sure enough, it came.

Meng Chao looked at Hongzhen's mocking face and was even more sarcastic in his heart: You also know that you have done wrong, otherwise why would you pretend to be a fool with your mother and be angry with me?

Large recess.

"This time, after our class finishes one lap, we will add another lap. The extra lap will not be run in line, and whoever is last - will add one more lap next time. The head teacher Hongzhen said. After saying that, I also applauded myself - I came up with such a good way for students to exercise.

"Yao Rui." Meng Chao whispered to her best friend.

"Shall we run together on the second lap?"

"Okay." Yao Rui replied.

In the first lap, Meng Chao always bumped into her, because Qi Ning in the back row always pushed her up and stepped on her.

"Qi Ning! Keep up. Sports Commissioner Huang Chen shouted.

Qi Ning felt very aggrieved: his steps were not coordinated with others, obviously because Meng Chao ran extremely slowly. Didn't the head teacher say: Meng Chao is a student who grinds (dialect: procrastination, slowness) to the bones. Running behind her is a grind! Why is she so embarrassed to run so slowly? I should tell the class teacher and teach her a lesson.

As soon as the first lap was finished, Qi Ning immediately ran to Hongzhen's side.

"Teacher, Meng Chao always runs half a beat slower than others, so that I can't keep up, and she complains that I step on her." Qi Ning looked aggrieved.

Hongzhen looked coldly at Meng Chao, who was about to run the second lap, and her heart became more and more disgusted, this kind of student: I can't study and study, I can't run and run, how can I grow so big!

Second lap

Meng Chao knew that he was not running fast, so he began to accelerate violently as soon as he finished the first lap. Who knows, under the acceleration too strong, the speed of the legs is not enough, so he lies straight on the ground. There was a pain in my ankle like a broken tendon.

One by one, the students ran past Meng Chao.

"Are you alright?"

Meng Chao was helped up, and then he saw that it was Wang Yue, who didn't talk much on weekdays.

"Thank you."

Meng Chao's gaze turned to the students who were running desperately.

Xindao: What about Yao Rui? Didn't you say that we should run together?

Hongzhen encouraged the students to run fast on the side, ignoring Meng Chao.

When Wang Yue helped Meng Chao to walk back, Meng Chao suddenly heard a concerned voice: "Chao, what's wrong with you?" ”

Meng Chao looked back.

"Jiaqi!"

The person who came was Meng Chao's little nephew: nicknamed Jiaqi. He is a junior of the Meng Dynasty, a playmate of the Meng Dynasty, and one of the few people who does not dislike the seven black moles on Meng Chao's face.

"How many times have you said that you want to call me aunt."

When Meng Chao said this, Jiaqi walked up to her.

"I finally met you at school, and I accidentally twisted my foot."

"Why are you so careless, I'll help you go back." Jiaqi's face was a little distressed.

"No, you can go back quickly." Meng Chao declined.

"Really?" Jiaqi asked again.

"No, you see there are still classmates supporting me."

"Then be careful, I'll go back first." After Jiaqi finished speaking, she ran to the teaching building.

Meng Chao felt that after meeting his little nephew, his legs and feet were much easier, and even the way back to the classroom was much closer.

Wang Yue helped Meng Chao back to the classroom. Meng Chao was very ashamed in her heart, she used to look down on Wang Yue, she felt that Wang Yue was not good at studying and acting slowly, but now there are only fifty-four people in the class who can help her. I feel guilty and a little cold: people are always despised by higher people, and at the same time, they are contempt for those who are lower than themselves.

Gao Yi took a leave of absence and did not go to the classroom.

"How did you come back?" Gao Yi glanced at Meng Chao's limping leg and asked.

"Twisted my foot."

"Hahahaha!" Gao Yi laughed wildly.

"Ahh

"Sooner or later, I stewed your tortoise...... Meng Chao was in pain and anger, and tears were about to fall for a while.

The classmates who ran the exercise all came back, and Meng Chao was still lying on the table. She rubbed her feet vigorously, and when she twisted her feet on TV, she just clicked them back again.

"Looks like I'm going to take a leave of absence tomorrow."

"Don't be afraid that the head teacher will say you, you will please." Wang Qi said.

"It really hurts." Meng Chao wanted to defend herself - she didn't mean to be lazy.

"Or are you not afraid that the head teacher will say you, you will invite." Wang Qi still has this tone.

Meng Chao didn't want to pay attention to her anymore.

"Yao Rui!" Meng Chao saw her best friend.

"Why didn't I see you on the second lap today?"

"Oh, at that time, Qi Ning pulled me and ran away. By the way, are you okay with your feet? ”

"It's fine."

Meng Chao looked at her again, didn't speak, smiled and left.

When Meng Chao returned home, he didn't feel how much pain his ankle felt at first, but he couldn't stand it at night. When I called the doctor, the neighbor learned that it was a sprained ligament, and I had to put my foot high when resting. This week's running exercises are free, but fortunately tomorrow is the weekend, so you can take the opportunity to rest.

Next.

After Yuan Jie put breakfast on the table, she went to the kitchen to cut pickles.

Meng Cheng sandwiched a piece of seaweed for Meng Chao, and Meng Chao backhanded the dish back.

"It's better to eat more, it's better to be fat, right?"

Meng Chao's nails were deeply embedded in the flesh, and then, holding back the nausea in his heart, he shifted his gaze to the meal and concentrated on the meal.

After breakfast, Meng Chao returned to the house, shrunk into the bed and covered himself tightly with the quilt.

How did she forget, no! She will never forget!

As the memories replayed, Meng Chao began to have a headache, his eyes were bloodshot, and the cracking pain made her almost want to take a knife and end up with the person who made her miserable.

No, can't think about it......