Shan Wenting leaned against the window and fell asleep.

It's a warm and cold day in March. She was staring at the banner on the sports field that read "100 Days Countdown to the High School Entrance Examination". Xie Wanjun, who was at the same table, touched her with her elbow, and she was startled before she could come back to her senses.

She thought the teacher was coming. As a result, Xie Wanjun whispered, wait a minute, you can help me ask the physical education teacher for a leave, just say that I have a stomachache.

Shan Wenting curled her fingers and tapped lightly on the desk, indicating that she understood.

The teacher really came over, rolling up his books and walking this way, and he was lecturing the text in a low tone.

She was hit somewhere in the bottom of the center by the banner at the moment. I didn't want to listen to the lecture, and I sat back but couldn't concentrate on listening to what the teacher said.

The teacher stopped at their desks. He glanced out of the window, and then at Shan Wenting's absent-minded appearance.

Then he said in a weird way: Although some students have good grades in all subjects, this is not a reason for complacency. It's not enough for you to be at the top of your class, you have to see the whole grade, the whole school, the whole county......

Shan Wenting knew that the teacher's object in yin and yang was none other than her. She clasped her hands and pinched herself, forcing herself to retract her mind but with little effect.

I finished the class in a semi-confused state. Blurred past recess, blurred to the next PE class. The PE teacher was a little angry, no one asked for leave but missed class.

When she was about to order everyone to report the number for the third time, Shan Wenting woke up like a dream, stammered and told the physical education teacher that Xie Wanjun was not feeling well and asked for leave.

What was she thinking?

Her brother, who had been privately decided for life at the age of eight, disappeared silently!

About the stairwell. She didn't tell anyone, including her best friends in elementary and junior high school, including her table mates.

Of course, this also includes moms and dads who talk about everything.

Her brother always seemed to be a grade above her. She really wants to catch up with the grade difference in her heart. Sometimes I am trying to figure out what to do in my dreams, and I wake up tired and out of breath.

She even asked her father euphemistically how she would skip a grade to go to school. Dad's answer was to work hard to lay a solid foundation. If you can understand all the lessons of the next grade, you can skip a grade.

If you master a few more grades, you will be able to skip a few grades. It's not impossible to even jump straight to high school and college.

Thinking left and right, comparing repeatedly, I can't understand the knowledge of the previous grade thoroughly.

To be honest, I can understand some of them, but I really don't have much. Shan Wenting was not discouraged, since the third grade of primary school, she has unconsciously developed a good habit of preparing in advance by relying on her own careful thinking.

This can be regarded as some kind of crooked blow to study habits.

In this way, the elder brother walked in front, and the younger sister hurried in the back.

From third to fourth grade, she was still washing every day. There is always a loud voice from my brother downstairs, and sometimes it is: Tingting, hurry up, let's go.

Sometimes it is: Sister, are you okay, I'm waiting for you at the door.

Sometimes it can even turn into anger: Tingting, you remember to bring a stationery box. If you don't take me today, I won't borrow your pen, I want to take a quiz today......

These cries are occasionally interspersed with other sounds. For example, today, Zhang's mother will continue to yell: You borrow a pen from a classmate and can't write, you little thing......

From the fourth to the fifth grade, the daily shouting became less.

However, when Shan Wenting walked out of the compound with her schoolbag on her back, there was always a hand waiting there by the courtyard wall. A sweet corn cob, a boiled sweet potato, or a tea egg, or a cake were handed diagonally......

When exaggerating, a plastic bag of fried noodles or fried noodles will be handed over, and there are two small sticks in the bag that have been picked up on the side of the road in advance to serve as chopsticks.

Mother Shan finally said to Zhang's mother one day, sister-in-law, let's make breakfast for the two of us, Tingting was fed by your mother and mother to become a little chubby.

In the blink of an eye, my brother was in the sixth grade, and it seemed that his homework had become particularly heavy all of a sudden.

Every morning, I would still wait by the courtyard wall to bring breakfast or bring breakfast to each other. The little chubby Dun Tingting ate regularly and lost weight immediately after a year.

The body became as straight and bare as the hemp pole soaked in the river. It seems that the only difference is the two beautiful ponytails that the little chubby dun used to wear consistently.

Zhang Saiwen has a lot of opinions about this, or is the chubby sister interesting. My sister from a year ago grabbed her hand and it was fleshy and warm.

This year's sister's hands felt like they were stretched open by the joints of the bone. Forget it if you open it, it's still skinny and skinny. Grabbed it in his hand and panicked.

We can't go home together at night. My brother became more and more talkative, and the heavy homework in the sixth grade couldn't stop his talkative mouth. Is it so late to express yourself?

She always complained about her brother's changes in her heart. Maybe the boy's language talent really has to be enlightened later, at least a year or two later than himself.

My brother would always come to her window during recess, and the big horn shouted at her: Go, Tingting, go to the commissary......

Tingting, change your ink to pure blue, the blue and black ink doesn't match my pen......

Tingting, popsicles for you......

Tingting, I want to come out to relax and take a look at it from afar. Didn't the eye gymnastics teacher tell you?

Compared to her brother, she became more and more silent. At first, she was very unaccustomed to her brother standing in front of the window and yelling.

Slowly get used to her brother shouting at her or command, or inform, or care.

Until later, I would look forward to recess. Listening to her brother's footsteps, she ran towards her window in the corridor and yelled.

There is no doubt that my brother is definitely a good brother with a strong desire to protect. The review that my brother read while standing under the flagpole at the morning meeting of the whole school on Monday is the best proof of this.

The little boy at the front table had a round, chubby face.

He was mischievous, he went up and down the river, he fished and caught shrimp, he put a green worm that looked as chubby as he put in her stationery box.

Shan Wenting responded to her brother's call in front of the window while responding to her brother's call in front of the window between classes, and at the same time put the pen into the stationery box and prepared to change the pencil for art class.

The tentacles were cold, greasy and slippery, and a lump of green stuff crawled up her hand, still squirming.

She couldn't tell what it was like herself, boredom, disgust, fear, anger, and helplessness were all intertwined.

Within half a second, I was covered with goosebumps, and I almost couldn't scream if I wanted to.

The chubby at the front table still looked at her expectantly with a wicked smile.

Then the elder brother was dragged under the national flag and read the review. The review said that he went to class to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, did not pay attention to uniting his classmates, ignored school rules and discipline, and contradicted his teacher......

After reading it, my brother turned around and muttered the word "bullshit".

The school's microphone was extremely good, and he turned around and walked a long way before he could hear these two words clearly to the whole school.

The headmaster looked at the director standing beside him.

The director looked at their homeroom teacher standing at the front of the class line.

The head teacher's face was iron-blue, and the cheeks on the side of his face were bulging.