Preface to Volume 1:

Some people, with their own background music and blowers, either fall in love at first sight, or hit it off at first sight, and some don't know each other.

I am Ling Yue, female, 13 years old this year.

At the moment, I was sitting in a classroom with 54 people, listening carefully to the math class.

Standing on the podium with a slight accent, wearing half-rimmed metal glasses, holding a whip and pointing at the board, the male teacher who was slightly chubby, and was in his early thirties, was the head teacher of the sixth class of our junior high school, Mr. He.

In fact, three days ago, I had a good impression of this amiable male teacher, after all, even on the day of the start of school (Monday), I was lost because of my usual road idiotic nature.

On this campus, which is no more than 1.5 kilometers in diameter, it took half an hour to find the teaching building. So, 15 minutes late.

At the door of the classroom, I peeked at the door frame, and saw that the classroom was full of classmates who were whispering and making noise, and there was a male teacher sitting in front of the podium, bowing his head as if he was writing, so he stepped on the cat's step, quickly slipped into the classroom, and found a stool in the back row and sat down casually.

Less than three minutes after sitting down, the male teacher coughed, cleared his throat, and said, "Hello students, I am your homeroom teacher, Mr. He. I am glad that I will spend the next three years with you, junior high school is the beginning of a new stage of learning, and I hope you can study hard in the next three years and get into your dream high school. ”

He picked up a list and continued, "Next, I will select the members of our class committee according to your ranking of grades in the class. Next, the classmates whose names I have named, please stand up and let the students get to know each other briefly. The class leader is Yang Yang, the deputy class leader is Li Ling, the study committee member is Ling Yue, the Chinese class representative is Chen Tao, the English class representative is Zhu Ya, and the mathematics class representative is Wang Zeming......"

When I heard my name, I was honestly shocked.

Because according to my household registration address, I was not a student enrolled in this school, but another school that was close to my home. But the one closest to my home had too low a promotion rate.

My parents have always attached great importance to my studies, and they wanted to stuff me into a key middle school as a transfer student during the summer vacation. I've always had good grades, and I'm one of the best in my class.

Originally, I naively thought that I could be a transfer student if I had good grades, but the requirement given by the provincial key party was that in addition to good grades, I also had to pay a borrowing fee of 3,000 yuan per year.

There is no way, education in rural areas is relatively backward. When I thought of the expensive borrowing fee, I refused to go to the main point of borrowing and chose to come to Lingnan Middle School, a junior high school 15 kilometers away from my home.

So, I came here to study because I was a "black student" who didn't have a school file or previous exam results.

When I called my name, I stood up in a daze, thinking: Hey, how can I still have my share in the class according to the "grade ranking"? Could it be ...... Was my dad going through the back door for me?

At that time, I couldn't care so much, so I still introduced myself with a smile: "Hello everyone, I'm Ling Yue." It's a pleasure to meet you, so please take care of you in the future! At the same time, my heart is also full of gratitude to the head teacher, thanks for trust.

Actually, my brother Ling Ming also graduated from this junior high school, he is six years older than me, and now he is a sophomore in a high school very close to home. When he was in junior high school, he would occasionally go home on Wednesdays, saying that it was a Wednesday afternoon holiday and that he would just rush back before the first class on Thursday morning.

On Monday night, I was really homesick when I lived on campus for the first time, and I just wanted to go home early. On Tuesday night in the dormitory, I listened to a few girls thinking about going home on Wednesday afternoon, so yesterday afternoon I couldn't wait to get in the car home, just to sleep in my own nest at night.

After two hours of traveling, I finally arrived home! For dinner, I not only ate the good dishes cooked by my mother, but also exchanged new things with my father, mother and brother in the past few days of school.

When it came to the unexpected election of the school committee, my father still confessed under my inquiry.

He said that he had given some cigarettes and alcohol to a teacher at Lingnan Middle School, and asked him to arrange a more responsible class teacher for me, hoping to take care of me.

To be honest, although I don't want to do this in my heart, but pity the parents of the world, I understand that my parents are afraid that I will be bullied in such a far away school, and at the same time hope that I can be successfully admitted to a key high school, so hard, how can I bear to blame?

It's just that I feel very sorry for them, and I've been running around for most of my life, just so that my brother and I can live a better life. Now for me to go to school, I run around and ask for help.

Thinking about it like this, I feel more and more that I must study hard and live up to the hard work and expectations of my parents.

I was really happy to be home, I had a good night's sleep last night, and early this morning, my dad took me back to school on a motorcycle, the morning breeze was very refreshing, and the small trees along the way were also very beautiful.

My dad only sent me to the school gate and went back, entering the campus is not just 100 meters away from the teaching building, I watched the old class pass by with his head down, and was struggling with whether to run over to say hello, only to see him suddenly look up and look at me meaningfully.

Without saying anything, I walked back to his office building quickly, and my "good teacher" was about to come out, and I had to be suffocated by this chic back.

There are bags full of snacks in the schoolbag on my back, which is a little heavy. With the first rays of morning light falling, the mood is very comfortable. The corridor of the classroom of more than ten meters echoed with the noisy sound of morning reading, and I couldn't help but sigh: the plan of the day really lies in the morning!

But as soon as I stepped into the classroom with my left foot, I suddenly realized that the situation was not very good. Seven or eight girls stood against the back wall of the classroom, holding their textbooks and reading with their heads bowed, the atmosphere was a little heavy, as if they had just been reprimanded.

After being kindly reminded by my tablemates, I learned that there was no habit of having a holiday on Wednesday afternoon, and the behavior of those of us who went home yesterday and this morning was skipping class and being late. And the head teacher was very angry just now, and made a fire in the classroom and asked the students who were late to stand behind to punish themselves.

Thinking of that meaningful glance and turn just now...... Immediately, his face flushed with shame. He quickly took an English book and consciously stood on the back wall of the classroom to read and be punished.

I didn't expect that after reading in the morning, the first class in the morning turned out to be math! I had done something wrong, so I could only bury my head in the tired pile of books, afraid to make eye contact with the old class.

However, just twenty minutes ago, thirty seconds after the class bell rang. The old class walked into the classroom and brought a thick bamboo root, "Bang! He slammed the ground on the table and asked angrily, "Is there anyone who is late in the morning and doesn't stand fine?" ”

I thought to myself that I had consciously been punished, and that there must be nothing wrong with me.

But who knows, he actually walked up to me and said, "Stand up and stretch out your hand!" I stood up nervously, my mind blank, and I held out my hand tremblingly.

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! ”

The first time the bamboo root hit my palm, it really hurts, it hurts for a while, it hurts for a while, it's hot......

After six strokes in a row, his right hand had lost sensation, and his red and swollen palm was bruised.

Well, it's a real fight, and it's a real pain.

The classroom was suddenly silent, and the air froze. It's very similar to a large-scale "punishment" scene, where the new official takes office with three fires, and I have seen it.

I lowered my head, stared at the book on the table, and said aggrievedly, "Old ...... Teacher, I ...... I consciously punished ...... this morning Penalty standing. ”

The old class next to me glanced at me with his spare eyes, more like glaring at me, and his eyes seemed to warn me: If you do something wrong, you will be punished.

I stared at him intently, expecting him to say something, to comfort the young man's glass heart and the fragile self-esteem that had just awakened.

Seeing that he helped his half-rimmed metal glasses, he turned around and walked to the podium, and said at the same time: "It is not unjust to punish you for beating you with these six whips." As a class leader, you actually took the lead in skipping class and being late, as a class leader, you should set an example, abide by the class rules and class, remember to go back and write a 3,000-word review to me, and other students who are late should also write. Sit down, let's get to class. ”

To be honest, I really wanted to cry at that moment, but I couldn't help it, this is the school, or 50+ people are looking at my classroom, I can only pretend to be very sensible and nod, grit my teeth, endure the pain, and then sit down obediently, quietly open the math book and start listening to the class.

The sudden increase in the tone of the old class suddenly brought me back to my senses, it turned out that I had already started to talk about the example question in the book, and the students around me were "brushing" and taking notes, and I could only rub my sore and swollen and hot right hand, feeling the wet sweat burning from the palm of my palm.

But I can only listen to the example questions with my ears pricked up, even if the teacher in front of me makes me feel so annoying at the moment. If you don't listen to the class well, I'm really afraid that one day I will be "dismissed and investigated", and then I will really lose people again.

This beating was purely to "kill chickens and make an example of monkeys", hey! In addition to being embarrassed, why am I so stupid, why don't I know to stretch out my left hand...... Now, I guess my right hand won't be able to write well for a week.

Although I did something wrong, this old class did take too much, and I was whipped in front of so many classmates in front of the class, and I was disgraced. I'm a thin-skinned person, but I'm even stronger.

"Ringing ringing!" The bell rang for the end of class, and it seemed like a century had passed in this math class. When the fierce old class finally walked out of the classroom, looking at the swollen exaggerated, blue and purple right hand, the tears of grievance could not be held back any longer, and the hot tears could not stop flowing.

Thankfully, I lowered my head and turned my choked voice into silent mode, so no one noticed me. Taking advantage of the few minutes after class, after releasing his emotions and wiping away his tears, he acted as if nothing had happened on the surface, but he remembered this teacher He fiercely in his heart.

My "earthy youth" was kicked off by six "whip sounds" that were almost as loud as firecrackers, and perhaps the reason why many things are remembered deeply is probably because I really hurt and cried.