Yan Qing, the head teacher of Class 3, always said that there were two black sheep in Class 1 (3).

One is rigorous, sports special enrollment, basketball plays very well, but has not been motivated, from the door of high school, the grades are always hovering in the penultimate few, and relying on people are tall and big, dare to come out of anything, fight and cause trouble, stubborn, headaches. But this kid is honest and doesn't have so many crooked eyes.

The biggest headache for Yan Qing is actually another bad horse-Sun Jiayu.

Sun Jiayu is not the same as rigorous. He was admitted seriously, and although his grades always fluctuated around fifteen in the class, he was clean and beautiful, and he was quite good at getting things done, so he won the favor of several female teachers. For example, teacher Chen Fang, who teaches mathematics, although he repeatedly hates iron and steel, he always can't bear to blame him. But when Yan Qing mentioned Sun Jiayu in private, he was so angry that his teeth itched. According to him, this student is a typical "wilted bad", and he usually doesn't show his dew, but once he stabs something in the class, you go to investigate, and he will be indispensable in the future.

Teacher Chen Fang summed up for Yan Qing: "In the vernacular, this kid is a dog-headed military advisor, right?" ”

Yan Qing replied hatefully: "Yes, this kid is a dog-headed military advisor. After thinking about it, he added, "Have you watched "Shajiabang"? If you are rigorous like Hu Chuankui, Sun Jiayu is that Diao Deyi! ”

This sentence caused the other teachers to laugh, and Chen Fang said angrily: "Xiao Yan, you have gone too far, where did you say this about your students?" ”

Yan Qing snorted, tightened his face to pack up his textbooks and lesson plans, and didn't answer for a while.

After laughing, a teacher next to him suddenly remembered something serious: "Hey, I said Teacher Yan, give you a reminder, the top student in your class is called Cheng Ruimin, right, you have to pay more attention recently." ”

"Huh?" Yan Qing was immediately concerned, walked to the door of the office, and turned back, "What's wrong with him?" ”

This Cheng Ruimin, a member of the study committee in the class, has top-notch grades, is sensible, and obedient, it is simply a mold created according to Yan Qing's ideal student, the only drawback is that his personality is a little withdrawn and not very gregarious. However, Yan Qing thinks that students, as long as their academic performance is excellent, everything else can be ignored. Hearing that this proud disciple seemed to have some bad signs, Yan Qing was inevitably shocked, and then asked, "What's wrong with him?" ”

"Puppy love." The teacher said.

"No, how honest this kid is!" Yan Qing didn't want to believe it at all.

"Hey, let me remind you, Liu Bei in class (2) is the girl who dresses like a flower butterfly every day, you pay attention to these two people."

"What?" mentioned Liu Bei, Yan Qing immediately believed it. Liu Bei, who is 68 meters tall, is really eye-catching in the first year of high school. Girls of this age, because the school has almost strict requirements for students' grooming, as soon as the same school uniform is put on, no matter how delicate the child is, it looks like a potato, and it is difficult to distinguish A, B, C, and D when mixed together, but it can be worn on Liu Bei's body, and she looks better than others. This effect is naturally attributed to her model-like two long legs, as well as her quiet appearance like a movie star.

In a fit of rage, he pulled his legs and walked out, "None of these stinky boys are fuel-efficient lamps. ”

What kind of fair lady and gentleman are good, what is angry and angry, in fact, it is one thing, men have been sad to pass the beauty pass since ancient times. Yan Qing really didn't want his favorite student to be ruined in this matter.

He just strode in the direction of the first-year classroom, and he didn't hear the teacher chasing after him and shouting: "Hey, hey, Teacher Yan, don't get angry, and educate students to pay attention to some ways and methods." ”

Teacher Yan Qing had just turned 30 years old that year, which was the age when he needed to be enthusiastic and energetic. In addition to being the homeroom teacher for Class (3), he also serves as an English teacher for classes (3) and (5). Yan Qing's eyebrows and eyes, at first glance, look a bit like one of the four heavenly kings who were becoming popular back then-Hong Kong singer Liming, so he is very popular among girls. But the reputation in the boys' pile is not so good. The boys privately called him "Lord Yama", for no other reason, just because Yan Qing's teaching method was too ruthless, especially for boys.

The school's morning self-study, every morning from 7:20 to 7:50, 135 Chinese, 246 English, winter and summer are unhindered.

It was Tuesday, and there were two English classes in a row after the morning self-study. At 7:25, Yan Qing stood outside the door with his hands behind his back for a while, very satisfied with the sound of babbling reading inside the door, which means that the orders and prohibitions he has been emphasizing are well implemented, and are in line with his usual teaching purpose: the head teacher should be the same when he is present or not.

So Yan Qing walked up to the podium with satisfaction, did not speak, only coughed, and his eyes scanned majestically over the heads of the whole class.

The head teacher's deeply threatening gaze swept like a searchlight, and many students obviously felt the pressure of that look, raised their heads and secretly looked at Yan Qing, and the sound of reading was much quieter in an instant. Only a yin and yang voice from the back row still echoed in the classroom: "They did not pay any attention. In the end，I could not bear it. I turned round again……”

Some students began to lie on the table and laughed, Yan Qing's pupils immediately contracted into two small daggers, and his angry eyes shot in the direction from which the voice came.

The voice was not afraid, and the last sentence "I can't hear a word", in Yan Qingqiang's self-suppressed anger, was still extremely dedicated, and the words ended in a round, full vowels and clear consonants, which were completely in line with the pronunciation principles that Yan Qing had always emphasized, but the tone was too obviously provocative.

The solemn atmosphere that Yan Qing had painstakingly created was completely destroyed, and the students turned around one after another, slapping the table and handing over small words, smiling and peeking at Yan Qing's face.

There are fifty-four students in the senior one (3) class, seven rows of seats, one row of boys and one row of girls, eight students in each row, because there are more men and fewer girls, so there are only six boys in the last row. The two black sheep in Yan Qing's heart, Sun Jiayu and Rigorous, both sat in the last row. Cheng Ruimin, a good student who was suspected of early love, also sat in the last row.

And the owner of that voice is rigorous.

Speaking of rigorous this student, although he has a headache when he picks up a book, he has a strong point that no one can match, he has an amazing talent in language, imitating the dialects of various provinces vividly, and a song "Love Song 1990" at the New Year's party last year shocked the teachers and students of the school, so that many people thought that it was Luo Dayou's original reproduction.

Yan Qing took a deep breath and slowly walked down the podium, until he walked to the penultimate row before allowing his voice to begin to resonate in his throat and chest, "Rigorous, stand up!" ”

He knew too well that he was a group of students, and he just wanted to provoke him to see him angry. If he really falls into their trap, he will really be a teacher in vain, and he will eat more white rice for more than ten years.

Yan Yan twisted his neck to look at his teacher, his attitude was still very respectful, and he stood up obediently: "Yes, Teacher Yan." ”

Yan Qing walked behind him with his hands behind his back and asked lightly, "What do you want to do?" ”

"Me? I don't want to do anything, memorize the text! "Rigorous answers, obviously prepared.

Yan Qing's eyes narrowed, and he sneered, and said in his heart, "Are you still playing with me?" When I started as a teacher, you were crawling all over the floor in open crotch pants! So he nodded quietly on the surface: "Memorizing the text? Okay, good thing, the teacher has fulfilled you. This morning self-study, you just stand and memorize, there is still a lesson after you can't finish memorizing. ”

Now he stopped being rigorous, and asked loudly: "Teacher Yan, you are corporal punishment in disguise." Why? What am I doing wrong? ”

Yan Qing turned around and smiled, laughing so much that the boys in the last row were all creepy. They are not afraid that Yan Qing will lose his temper, they are afraid that he will laugh like this, and if he laughs like this, it means that there is nothing good, and maybe someone will be unlucky.

Yan Qing said: "You have to think that one class is too short, and there is a second class. ”

Rigor was furious, and the foul mouth almost blurted out, but it was cut off halfway, and someone kicked him hard on the shin of his calf, so painful that he almost screamed, and when he turned around, he saw Sun Jiayu at the same table gesturing at him, signaling him to shut up.

Although Rigor likes to be the boss in the class, he only serves one person, that is, Sun Jiayu, in front of him, Rigor is always obedient and can't be happy. At this moment, since Sun Jiayu silenced him, he had no choice but to stand aggrievedly and open the textbook, glancing at him with a match.

Yan Qing returned to the podium, cleared his throat and announced, "Close all the books, put them in the upper left corner, and each person take out a blank piece of paper." ”

A low sigh suddenly came from under the podium. The students put away their textbooks as he asked, and the crackling sound of the desks opening and closing was exaggerated, taking the opportunity to vent their dissatisfaction.

Because Teacher Yan Qingyan is going to dictate words again.

Dictate words at two ends in three days, and punish copying words dozens of times at every turn, the student's disgust Yan Qing is not unaware, but he believes that if you want to learn English words well, it is the most effective means to improve English scores, and now they are disgusted, and in the future they will know that they are grateful for the teacher's strictness, Yan Qing does not feel that there is anything wrong.

Rigor turned a deaf ear to Yan Qing's words, and was pouting on the desk, using the cover of the backs of the classmates in the front row, and enthusiastically practicing Zhou Botong's left-right fighting technique, when he suddenly felt that his sleeves were being pulled. He lowered his head and saw Sun Jiayu put his palm up on the table, and wrote four words with a pen on his palm: Ask to sit down.

Strictly looked at Yan Qing, who was quickly scanning the rows of desktops with his gaze. He understood what Sun Jiayu meant after a slight hesitation, and quickly raised his right hand.

Yan Qing didn't notice him for a while, and his mind was completely focused on Cheng Ruimin, who was in the back row by the window. Cheng Ruimin was looking sideways at the window, his expression was in a trance, and the expression on his face was clearly a look of wandering out of the world.

Rigor had to raise his voice and shout: "Teacher! ”

Yan Qing turned his head and asked firmly, "What's the matter?" ”

"The table is too low for me to write, can I sit down first?"

Yan Qing looked him up and down a few times, compared to Rigorous's long arms and legs, the size of the desk was indeed a little smaller, his lips just moved, and before he could speak, Rigorous had already "plopped" and sat down, without a trace of hesitation, and then took out a baseball cap from the desk drawer and buckled it on his head.

Yan Qing couldn't get used to it: "What kind of appearance do you have, and what hat do you wear in the classroom?" ”

Rigorous coughed twice, and then pretended to blow his nose, and replied angrily: "I have a cold." ”

Yan Qing couldn't find any flaws for a while, so he had to glance at him fiercely and didn't speak again.

Sun Jiayu lay on the desk, lowered his head and tried his best to laugh, until Yan Qing's knife-like gaze swept towards him, he quickly sat up straight and looked at Yan Qing with a serious face, but his hands quietly compared two "V" words to Rigor on the desk, and Rigor rewarded him with a punch from under the desk.

The little action of the two of them could not be hidden from Yan Qing, but he didn't care about them, because the morning self-study was about to end. So he temporarily let go of these two naughty bags and called the English class representative to the podium instead of reading the Chinese translation of the new words after class, while he himself paced from the front of the classroom to the back of the classroom with his hands behind his back, in order to prevent someone from cheating and cheat sheets.

When Yan Qing was a student herself, she also had a lot of cheating tricks. Since I became a teacher, I have realized how ridiculous cheating used to be, because the teacher can see everything clearly on the stage, and the person who answers the question seriously and the person who makes small moves is often distinct. To summarize Yan Qing's past and present experience as cheating, that is, cheating methods are secondary, the key is psychological quality, you must be calm, completely calm, especially to tell yourself sincerely - I didn't copy ...... Didn't copy it...... Didn't copy it......

It's a pity that there are very few students who can do it, and no matter how calm they are, there will still be clues in the eyes of experienced teachers who copy back.

It is said that the back row of the classroom has always been the hardest hit area for cheating in quizzes and exams, but today it is unusually quiet and normal. Yan Qing walked back and forth twice, and all he saw was the figure of writing with his head bowed in a regular manner, he felt that this was a little too abnormal, and if something was abnormal, it was a demon, and he was convinced of this.

After two more trips, Yan Qing's attention locked on the rigorous baseball cap. After a while, Yan Qing's angry roar echoed throughout the classroom: "Rigorous, you stand on the podium for me!" ”

So the stunned students of the first (3) class of high school watched Yan Qing and Rigor tear all the way to the podium. Yan Qing's goal is very clear, that is, the baseball cap on Rigor Rigue's head, and Rigor struggles desperately, refusing to let go.

Yan Qing is not rigorous, and his strength can't fight his young students, but this time he was obviously angry, holding the placket of his rigorous coat, his lips trembling and unable to say a whole sentence, and his face turned white for a while.

Strict has always been not afraid of heaven and earth on weekdays, but the appearance of the head teacher's gaffe on this day made him a little weak for some reason, he looked at Yan Qing and let go of his hand at a loss.

The baseball cap was turned over and unveiled in front of the class, and it turned out that the brim of the hat was covered with densely written small notes, all of which were words to be written silently this time.

Yan Qing threw his hat on the podium, finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at him and asked sarcastically: "You rolled your eyes, aren't you afraid of exhausting your six eye muscles into muscle strain?" ”

Some of the students were very responsive, and they were already laughing, and after a while, the classroom was bursting into laughter. It's a pretty new trick, at least no one has tried it before.

Yan Qing slapped his palm on the lectern, and the chalk box in the corner of the table jumped up: "What are you laughing at?" If you have this kind of wisdom, why don't you use it on the right path? Sun Jiayu! ”

This "Sun Jiayu" was too sudden, and Sun Jiayu, who was laughing happily, was startled, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

"You come up too!" Yan Qing glared at him and sneered, "Come up, let the classmates open their eyes!" Sun Jiayu walked up slowly, trying his best to make an expression of indifference.

"Trouser legs up!"

Sun Jiayu's heart was pounding, but he craned his neck and asked inwardly: "What are you doing?" ”

Yan Qing didn't bother to talk to him at all, stepped forward and lifted his jeans leg, and inserted a cheat sheet along the socks to completely expose it in broad daylight. He was too unscrupulous when he stilted Erlang's legs and copied the special copy, and he didn't do a good job of covering, and was discovered by Yan Qing.

"See? See? Yan Qing was so angry that he slapped the lectern again, and the chalk ash suddenly flew up, "Okay...... Good...... Count you in...... I emphasize the importance of words to you every day, and you deal with it like this? Who are you dealing with? Against me? Is it worth it? For whom do you live in this life, for me? For your parents or for yourselves? Yes? ”

The head teacher lost his temper, the students were too frightened to make a sound, they all raised their faces and looked at him worriedly, Sun Jiayu pursed his lips and turned his face out of the window, and the classroom was embarrassingly silent for a while.

Yan Qing stared at the young and full little faces under the podium, and those expressions of confusion or indifference suddenly made him feel disheartened. He lowered his eyes and calmed down for a while, and when he raised his face again, he was completely calm, and said to the two students with their heads drooping: "You two stand on the podium and write silently, and we will continue with the other students." ”

Caught two in a row, this time no one dared to pull out their teeth, they were all honest, or bowed their heads to write, or scratched their ears and cheeks.

The word test that had been corrected during the evening self-study was sent back, and the class representative also brought back Yan Qing's order: "If you make one word wrong, copy all the new words in Unit 1 ten times each, and if you make two mistakes, copy each twenty times...... If you make ten mistakes, copy each one a hundred times...... The following are similar, and they will be checked early tomorrow morning. ”

These words were exchanged for a wail. A boy named Xu Zhiqun next to Rigor leaned over and hugged Rigor by the shoulder, pressed his head and threatened: "It's all affected by you, Lao Tzu is no longer alive, and he will die with you!" Make eleven mistakes, copy each one 110 times, and you don't have to sleep tonight. ”

Rigor smiled while struggling: "Come less, didn't you copy it quite happily at that time?" You're lucky that you didn't let the 'Lord of Yama' catch it. Let me tell you, Lao Tzu is even more miserable, a total of twenty-six mistakes. ”

Xu Zhiqun laughed, finally let go, suddenly remembered another person, turned around and asked him: "Sun Jiayu, how many are you wrong?" ”

Sun Jiayu's chin rested on his arm, he tilted his head and pretended to sleep, his long eyelashes trembled twice, but he only pretended not to hear. The shame of the morning made him wilt all day long. What's more, because he was greedy for watching TV series last night and didn't review the day's homework on time, his grades were not much better than rigorous, and he made a total of eighteen mistakes. In the first unit, there are more than 90 new words, each of which is copied 180 times, which adds up to 16,000 times!

"Don't pretend to be asleep!" Rigorously pulled his head hard, "Tell me, what should I do?" 'Lord Yama' is really evil today, it seems to be crazy, let's really copy it? ”

"Don't copy a word!" Sun Jiayu opened his eyes and sat up lazily, "When he does this, it is corporal punishment, * naked corporal punishment, my hands are almost useless last time." Our time is precious right now and cannot be wasted on things that have no value. If we give in again, we will be encouraging his evil spirit. ”

"Damn!" Rigor grabbed a book and threw it over, "Call your mouth hard!" What you said in the morning, he will definitely not find out, and what is the result? ”

"Fuck off!" Sun Jiayu unceremoniously threw the book back, hitting the door of his rigorous brain, "If you weren't too stupid, how would he find out?" It's fucking fucking exhausting me! ”

Yan Yan touched his head and gasped, pounced on him, strangled his neck with his arm and scolded with a smile: "Hey, it's still hard, isn't it?" Do you dare to say it again? I just need to exert a little bit of strength, and your little neck will have to snap with a click. ”

Sun Jiayu struggled below to call Xu Zhiqun's nickname: "Fatty, what are you doing?" Why don't you kill him quickly? ”

Xu Zhiqun laughed and pounced on them, pressing both of them under him. As soon as his weight of one hundred and eighty pounds was pressed up, Sun Jiayu at the bottom almost suffocated. Several people were laughing and making a fuss, and Cheng Ruimin, who was by the window, stood up and said with a look of disgust: "Can you go out and make trouble?" You don't want to learn, others have to learn. ”

"Yo yo yo," Cheng Cheng stood up from under Xu Zhiqun, looked at him with a hippie smile and said, "Who is snorting melon seeds and making you stinky?" Looking for a draw, dare to meddle with the master's affairs? ”

Rigor has always been arrogant in the class, and many people who have provoked him have suffered from him, so except for a few friends in the back row, other classmates have always respected him. Cheng Ruimin was only transferred to the last row this semester, and he was incompatible with the temper and personality of these boys. He hates rigor the most, and rigor naturally hates him even more.

In Beijing in the early nineties, the most popular clothing for boys and girls was a short jacket and radish pants plus travel shoes, the sign of fashion or not, and the pleats at the front of the pants have a lot to do with it, the more pleats, the more fashionable, the most exaggerated style, stuffed in the pants may not be able to see a chicken, almost everyone in the school is dressed like this for a while. Only Cheng Ruimin is different, except for the days when he has to wear a school uniform, he has been wearing a regular shirt and trousers, black moccasins are wiped clean, and in winter, he wears a dark cardigan on his shirt jacket, with a snow-white collar turned out, and a dark gray tweed coat on the outside. Compared to the down jackets of other classmates who were wrapped as tightly as buns, he was always an outlier.

Rigor always thinks that Cheng Ruimin is a little dirt bun who doesn't understand fashion, doesn't know the famous Beyond band, doesn't understand hip-hop, can't play arcade, and Cheng Ruimin occasionally speaks with a little imperceptible southern accent, which makes him despise this nerd who only knows how to study.

He thought that Cheng Ruimin couldn't bear the intimidation, and he would be scared back with a word, but he didn't expect Cheng Ruimin to show no weakness, standing in front of him who was a head taller than himself, and looked at him firmly: "It's evening self-study time, if you don't want to study, please go out, don't affect other students." You don't know if you do this? ”

Rigor was annoyed and angry, and rolled up his sleeves angrily: "Are you really itchy and underwhelmed?" Want me to beat you to death? ”

Cheng Ruimin's eyes were cold: "You try!" ”