Chapter 6 Our Little Cicada
"But, but......" Liang Chan couldn't make up his mind for a while, "won't this be too troublesome for you." ”
Aunt Rong persuaded on the side: "Mr. has a friend who is engaged in the education industry, and it is not so difficult to go through the transfer procedures, it depends on whether you are willing or not." ”
Shao Linfeng saw the girl's hesitation, and did not force her to accept his proposal: "Transferring a few months before the college entrance examination is a risky choice, the lesser of two evils, if you continue to stay in the current school, that girl will not trouble you in the future, I dare not guarantee." ”
Liang Chan's mind was hot, and he was moved by him: "I promise you." ”
Shao Linfeng checked again: "Have you figured it out? ”
"Hmm." Liang Chan nodded solemnly, "Thank you." ”
After saying that, she hung her head a little ashamedly, not wanting him to see her embarrassed appearance.
I thought that my uncle entrusted her to Mr. Shao just to give her a place to stay, but I never thought that he would bother so much for her.
Shao Linfeng penetrated the girl's mind and said a relaxed word: "Don't think about the rest for the time being, your task now is to study hard and be admitted to a good university." ”
The tip of Liang Cicada's nose suddenly pantothenic, and she tried her best to restrain herself from crying, and finally responded sullenly: "I will." ”
Otherwise, I'm sorry for your efforts. She silently added in her heart.
Shao Linfeng's work efficiency exceeded Liang Chan's expectations, probably because he has a wide network and high status, in short, Liang Chan transferred to the best high school in Yicheng the next day - Yida High School.
In the eyes of students and parents, as long as you enter the high school attached to IDU, it is equivalent to stepping into the gate of IDA.
Yida is a double first-class, ranking high in the ranking of universities in China, and is often praised by Yicheng people.
On the way to school by car, Liang Chan was very apprehensive in her heart, unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar teachers and classmates, she was a slow person who didn't adapt so quickly.
Shao Linfeng's mobile phone rang several times, but he ruthlessly ignored it.
Liang Chan couldn't help but raise his head and said, "Don't you answer?" ”
Shao Linfeng will personally send her to school, mainly to say hello to her new homeroom teacher and facilitate her follow-up study.
"Guess who's calling?" Shao Linfeng had a teasing mind.
Liang Chan looked puzzled, how could she know his phone number?
Shao Linfeng took out his private mobile phone in front of her, and the caller ID was "Teacher Zhang". Liang Chan glanced at it, and suddenly realized: "Is our class teacher?" ”
Shao Linfeng connected the phone and turned on the speakerphone for her to listen: "Mr. Shao, I'm really sorry to disturb you so early, I also want to explain to you that our grade director had a meeting last night and discussed a lot about Liang Chan's questions. I assure you that the first two times will never happen in the future, and I ask you to think carefully about transferring. ”
Shao Linfeng didn't say anything.
Liang Chan didn't feel good when he heard it. To be honest, after two and a half years of high school, Ms. Zhang has been serving as the homeroom teacher of the key science class, and she has done her best to treat her very well.
Zhang Caiqin didn't hear a response, and made persistent efforts: "Now is a critical period, and the new environment needs to be re-adapted, and transferring to another school is not good for Liang Chan." She is a seedling of Qingbei, I have taught her for more than two years, and I don't want to see her miss the opportunity in vain. ”
Shao Linfeng cleared his throat, and his voice was as smooth as ever: "Teacher Zhang, the transfer procedures of our little cicada have been completed, and I won't say much about the rest." ”
"Mr. Shao, please believe me......"
"It's not a question of believing each other." Shao Linfeng pinched his eyebrows, he rarely gets up early in the morning, and the lack of sleep causes him to be a little dizzy at the moment, "Neither parents nor teachers can take care of Liang Cicada 24 hours a day, in case of another accident, let alone the college entrance examination, the child's health will have problems." ”
Zhang Caiqin was speechless and could no longer say a word of assurance.
Mr. Shao is right in saying that as a teacher, it is impossible to take care of one student all the time, and she still has so many students to worry about. With a slight negligence, it is difficult to guarantee that Liang Cicada will not be harmed again.
However, Hu Beizi is also a victim, and she is also facing the college entrance examination, she can't be beaten or scolded, and even the punishment has to be weighed again, for fear that she will commit suicide.
Shao Linfeng's conversation with the head teacher, Liang Chan heard it clearly on the side. When he hung up the phone, she couldn't remember a word.
Only those five words are deeply engraved in her heart - our little cicada.
*
The new head teacher is a male teacher, over 40 years old, surnamed Song. Shao Linfeng had a brief chat with him in the office, and then handed Liang Chan to him.
"Call me if there's anything else, don't run out alone, what's wrong, what do you ask me to explain to your uncle." Shao Linfeng said before leaving.
Liang Chan has a weak heart and honestly promises not to do it again.
Sending Shao Linfeng away, Liang Chan followed Teacher Song to the classroom, and turned left to the first room on the fourth floor, the science rocket class, which was more powerful than the key class she was in before.
The first lesson has begun, and the math teacher is on the podium.
Teacher Song knocked on the door and interrupted the speech: "Delay two minutes to say something, there is a new classmate in our class, named Liang Chan." Help your new classmates in the future, don't bully others. ”
The top students in the rocket class couldn't hold back their curiosity and looked up at their new classmates in unison.
"No, there are still four months left before the college entrance examination, how much she can't think about it."
"It's so beautiful, I just don't know how to study."
"Studying must be against the rhythm of the sky, and I don't want to think that our rocket class is so easy to progress?"
"Seeing Lao Song's nervous appearance, he also specially told him not to bully new classmates, eighty percent of them are his relatives......"
Liang Chan lowered his eyelids and avoided making eye contact with those people. Although the gaze cast by her was not malicious, she was always a little timid to the gaze of others after all kinds of things. She was afraid that they would spit out vicious words in the next second, scolding her for why she didn't die earlier, and how could she still have the face to live in the world.
She fastened the strap of her satchel and persuaded herself to calm down, no one knew her here.
"Liang Chan, you sit in the empty seat in the third row first, that classmate has taken half a day off, and I will arrange a new seat for you at noon."
Teacher Song didn't want to disturb the students' class time, so she placed Liang Chan as quickly as possible.
Liang Chan said "Thank you, teacher" and walked to a vacant seat in the aisle in the third row.
Her tablemate was a boy with white skin, black-rimmed glasses, and a few moles on his face, who looked very honest.
"Let's move on." After Mr. Song left, the math teacher on the podium tapped his fingers on the blackboard.
Liang Chan looked at the problem-solving steps on the blackboard blankly, until her tablemate quietly moved the paper to the middle a little, blocked her mouth with her hand, and said in a low voice: "This is a set of questions we did last night, you don't have a paper, let's read mine first." ”
Liang Chan glanced at him gratefully, his eyes fell on the scroll, and the boy took the pen and clicked on a question, which meant that the teacher talked about the question.
"Thank you."
Liang Chan's voice was so light that only two people could hear it.
*
In the afternoon, Liang Chan changed to a new table, and her seat was still in the third row, just a seat by the window. There had been a boy seated there, arranged at a single table near the wall in the hallway.
The new tablemate was a girl, the broken hair on her forehead was pulled up to the top of her head and fixed with clips, revealing her big head, and the belly of the table was full of all kinds of bread.
Liang Chan received a set of exclusive learning materials from the attached middle school, and as soon as he put it on the table, a chubby hand stretched out next to him, holding a croissant larger than the palm of his hand: "Please eat." Hello skinny wow, our senior dog doesn't eat much and can't hold it, and his mental work is exhausting every day. ”
Before Liang Chan could speak, a round head stretched out from the back table: "Dayin, don't harm your new classmates, you think that everyone's meal is as big as yours." ”
After the girl known as Dayin stuffed the croissant to Liang Chan, she glared at the boy: "You have the ability, don't eat my bread if you're hungry!" ”
Liang Chan neatly coded the thick pile of materials, and a trace of doubt appeared in her heart, how could the learning atmosphere of the famous Yida High School be different from what she imagined?
"By the way, I don't know your name yet, Lao Song called you herbal tea?" She asked.
"It's Liang Chan." Liang Cicada bites the words clearly, "Liang Shanbo's Liang, the cicada of cicadas." ”
"My name is Chen Xiaoyin, you ......"
The boy at the back table answered: "You can call her a big voice." ”
Chen Xiaoyin glared at him again: "...... Just talk a lot about you. ”
The boy introduced himself by the way: "My name is Dong Chenguang, and I am the morning light of Chenguang stationery." He pointed to his tablemate, "His name is Liu Yifan, you don't need to call him by name, just call him a nerd." ”
Liu Yifan turned his head slowly, glanced at him as a warning, and then buried himself in his homework, living up to his nickname of "nerd".
Liang Chan is not a warm character, smiled lightly, turned around and pulled out a roll, immersed in the sea of questions, shielding everything around him.
"Liang Chan, which school did you go to, why did you suddenly transfer schools?"
The boy's curious question came from the back table, and Liang Chan's hand holding the pen clenched tightly.