I always think of you in spring

Chapter 9

Fei Xin: "..."

He could see that Yu Zhongxia had absolutely no intention of rearranging the exercise book.

He took the top one, which happened to be his homework on behalf of the class, and when he opened it, he was astonished.

Teacher Fei: "Class representative, you can become a doctor from now on."

Yu Zhongxia: "What?"

Fei Xin: "If you write this crazy grass, no one will recognize it. The bones are so strange that the top three outpatient clinics must recruit you."

Yu Zhongxia: "..."

In fact, his handwriting is not bad, even among the middle school students in the circle, he can be regarded as good at handwriting. There is a reason for the past few days, and he copied the homework with his left hand, which is naturally not up to standard.

Fei Xin also looked at his right hand. The Band-Aid was gone, and it was wrapped with gauze.

In the afternoon, other teachers talked about Wanpeng and Teacher Xu, and mentioned the dispute between Wanpeng and Yu Zhongxia at the intersection outside the school gate after the self-study class a few nights ago.

According to the teaching staff who saw it, the two didn't fight, but Yu Zhongxia grabbed a glass bottle, his hands were covered in blood, had a fight with Wan Peng, and left alone.Wanpeng went to a nearby convenience store to borrow a dustpan and broom to clean up the broken glass before going home.

The views of the teachers are divided into two groups. One group believes that two middle school students, Yu Zhongxia and Wanpeng, form cliques at school and have a social habit. Such students should not study in ordinary high schools, and the influence is bad. Send them to sports schools or vocational schools as soon as possible.

Another school of teachers believes that middle school students are still young after all, and the Three Views have not yet been established and sound, and they still need guidance. Wanpeng took the initiative to clean up the broken glass, which proves that social morality is still very strong.The quarrel between him and Mr. Xu led to serious consequences, which was not the result of his subjective intention.Teaching also requires educating people. Our generation has a long way to go.

And Fei Xin listened to the whole story——

That's it?

Isn't this just a couple quarreling?

As soon as Yu Zhongxia came to the top, he was angry and self-harmed. Middle school students are very impulsive in love, especially male and male couples, and Yu Zhongxia is still such a drama.

Why Wanpeng beat him during the summer vacation is still a mystery to be solved.

In this room, Yu Zhongxia thought of how to fight back against Teacher Fei: "Then what kind of teacher are you? Go be a reporter. This will discredit the doctor and sow discord between doctors and patients."

"Don't label me." Fei Xin looked at him strangely and said, "Did you forget something? My parents are both doctors."

The one who knew about this was Yu Jiyang. Yu Zhongxia hadn't heard of this at all, so he pretended to be stupid and said, "My parents are both reporters."

Fei Xin thought, what about single-parent families? !Just live with your mother? !No wonder Wanpeng wanted to beat you up, he didn't say a word that made sense.

Yu Zhongxia: "Teacher, is there anything else? I'm leaving."

Fei Xin smelled some kind of potion, and said, "Is there a new recovery liquid on your hands?"

Yu Zhongxia didn't pay attention to what kind of potion it was, and didn't know what kind of trouble Fei Xin was suddenly concerned about him, so he didn't answer.

Fei Xin turned the transfer around, sat there facing the class representative, with a tone of popularizing scientific and cultural knowledge: "Did you know that the main ingredient of the Kangfuxin solution is the dried extract of the American cockroach."

Yu Zhongxia: "???"

Fei Xin: "It's the American Xiaoqiang, cockroaches and roaches."

Yu Zhongxia: "..."

In the first evening self-study, Class 18 was supposed to take chemistry. Fei Xin lent Director Zhao half a class to start the class meeting. Director Zhao spoke seriously about class style and discipline on the podium.

Class 19 next door is doing English self-study. The English teacher sits behind the desk and plays with the mobile phone silently. The students are doing English weekly newspapers.

Yu Zhongxia's deskmate asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Sometimes he raises his right hand high, sometimes throws it behind his back, and sometimes stretches it out, like a thousand-armed Avalokitesvara who has failed in cultivation.

Yu Zhongxia: "...Don't ask, if you ask, it means that I and the chemistry teacher are at odds."

Deskmate: "Huh? But the chemistry teacher is nice to you."

Yu Zhongxia: "Are you the sailor he hired? If you have money, let's make money together, come to one of the group numbers."

The English teacher looked up vigilantly and looked at the abnormal movement in the last row.

Holding a pen in his left hand, Yu Zhongxia pretended to do the questions, scribbled a few answers in the blanks of the multiple-choice questions, peeked at the podium, and the English teacher lowered his head again.

"How can he treat me well?" Yu Zhongxia has a clear love and hate, and he wants to explain the truth, and then he argues with his tablemate, "Stop talking nonsense with your eyes open."

The deskmate said: "Didn't you notice that other teachers ignore you, except for the head teacher, only the chemistry teacher talks to you."

Yu Zhongxia: "Talking to me means being kind to me? Isn't this the same as the ios911 certification system, where you can certify anything that is unqualified."

At the same table: "It is the ISO9001 certification system, the ios you mentioned is the system of the Apple mobile phone, and 911 is the Pentagon..."

Yu Zhongxia: "Don't mention America!"

It reminded him of American Xiaoqiang crawling all over his hands. If it wasn't for his own hands and arms, he would have wanted to amputate them right away.

After class, Class 18 was quiet and no one came out.Having been beaten up by Director Zhao, and Wanpeng would probably be dismissed nine times out of ten, the group of sportsmen were sad and listless.

Yu Zhongxia ran to the back door and looked into his classroom, not knowing what he wanted to see.

Unexpectedly, the boys in the first row at the door found him, knew that he and Wanpeng were not getting along, and said in a bad tone: "Yu Shiwu, come and see the fun?"

Yu Zhongxia didn't come here to add insult to injury, he didn't intend to be provocative, so he turned around and went back to his classroom without answering.

In the chemistry self-study class, Fei Xin concentrated on explaining a few error-prone points in the handed-out workbook, and arranged some practice questions.

Affected by the atmosphere of Class 18, Class 19 was also extremely quiet in this class. There were only the rustling of pen nibs and the sound of flipping books in the classroom.

Fei Xin stood behind the desk, reading and doing a book of "Organic Chemistry Examples and Exercises" spread out on the desk.

It took Yu Zhongxia a class to finally accept his right hand which was smeared with cockroach corpse liquid. The medicine was quite effective. His hand was only wrapped in gauze which was not convenient for copying homework, but it did not prevent him from secretly playing with his mobile phone.

He sent Yu Jiyang a WeChat message: [Have the stitches been removed?what did the doctor say?Can I go back to school? 】

Yu Jiyang: [It’s demolished, I can go back, I’ll go to school tomorrow morning]

Yu Zhongxia thought that he had shaved a piece of hair because of stitches, and said: [Wear a hat, do you have a hat? 】

Yu Jiyang: [Yes, you gave me one]

Yu Zhongxia didn't know what to say, so he finally said: 【Study hard】

Yu Jiyang: [You are the one, stop playing with your phone in class]

Yu Zhongxia didn't continue to reply, quit WeChat, opened Taobao, bought a boy's hat at the flagship store of the sports brand, and filled in the address.

He once gave Yu Jiyang a hat. He forgot to put it on when he was going to eat there. He didn't bother to pick it up later, so he told Yu Jiyang that he gave it to him. It was all last year, and Yu Jiyang hadn't thrown away the old hat yet.

After shopping for the hat, he threw the phone back in the drawer, stretched, and decided to take a break.

Fei Xin, who was on the podium just now, was gone, and went to a certain desk on the side of the classroom, where a student asked him a question.

Yu Zhongxia looked at it and remembered, wasn't that Jiang Chu who secretly took pictures of Fei Xin who forgot to turn off the flash?

Jiang Chu was seated inside against the wall. He stood up and asked Fei Xin a question from his deskmate outside, and Fei Xin explained to him in a low voice.

From Yu Zhongxia's side, Fei Xin's face could not be seen, only a small half of Jiang Chu's profile could be seen.

Jiang Chu's hair is a bit longer than boys', his face is small and his shoulders are narrow and he is not tall, and he has some small movements when he speaks, which is very girlish.

In Yu Zhongxia's view, Jiang Chu and Yu Jiyang's mothers are different. Yu Jiyang is a shy and shy introverted mother, and Jiang Chu is a natural mother brewed by Chunniang with no additives.

"Jiang Chu is very studious, he loves questions so much." Yu Zhongxia asked his deskmate, "Is he studying well?"

Deskmate: "Not good, count down like you."

Yu Zhongxia: "What does he major in? So... so enchanting."

Deskmate: "You're really right. He's a dancer, and he's good at basic skills. It's the first time I've seen a boy do the splits, and he'll go down with a bang."

This……

Yu Zhongxia rested his chin on his left hand and thought about something five-five-six-six-seven-seven-eighty-eight. The straight guy who didn't know anything said: "It's really interesting for a man to learn to dance."

After Fei Xin finished speaking, he turned around and saw Yu Zhongxia looking at him.

Fei Xin raised his eyebrows: If you don't do the questions, what am I doing?

Yu Zhongxia also raised her eyebrows: Oh, it's quite attractive.

Fei Xin returned to the podium and continued to work on his own problems.

Yu Zhongxia recalled that he hadn't introduced himself to his deskmate yet. After a few days, he felt that the deskmate was okay, so he said, "I'm studying broadcasting and hosting, what are you studying?"

Deskmate:"……"

Yu Zhongxia was shocked: "You don't know how to learn dance, do you?"

At the same table: "I study broadcasting and hosting."

Yu Zhongxia: "Oh, hey, what a coincidence? Fate."

The tablemate sneered: "Coincidental? We were in the same training class during the summer vacation, and we took classes together for two months. You don't remember me at all?"

Yu Zhongxia: "...you are a man, why do I remember you?"

After school, the deskmate never spoke to this heartless Gu Beicheng again.

As soon as the bell rang, Teacher Fei left, and everyone packed up their things and went home.

Yu Zhongxia has nothing to do, he doesn't need to bring books home to pretend, he can leave with his mobile phone.

As soon as I walked to the campus, my phone vibrated and a call came in. It was an unfamiliar number.

He answered, and said, "Fifteen, it's me."

Yu Zhongxia recognized that it was Wan Peng, and pretended not to recognize it: "Who?"

Wanpeng said on the phone: "get out of class is over, right? I'll wait for you downstairs at your house."