The next day, when I was in class, I kept thinking about what Xia Xue had asked me to do. Since I hadn't seen Taozi for so long, I had to give her a gift. After thinking about it, I took out a notebook. The last time I wrote a book about Shakespeare for Taozi, it was completed in a hurry within one day. Although it covered most of my reading experience, I still missed a lot of things after thinking about it. This time, I just took this opportunity to make up for it.

I thought Taozi would like this gift. So I started writing again. I couldn't stop the inspiration. I didn't even have time to go to the toilet after class. Zhou Mo next to me was very surprised and asked me, "What are you writing?"

I didn't hide anything from her and told her everything. Zhou Mo was very surprised: "Your City High School students are really amazing. I admire them so much."

I felt a little sad: "It's a pity that I'm not a student of Chenggao anymore."

At the same time, Lu Xiang was still tirelessly slandering me in class, and he would tell my story with an exaggerated expression after class. I didn't have time to pay attention to him, and I turned a deaf ear to him and wrote and drew in my notebook, because I was going to see Taozi in the evening, and I had to finish this project before the end of the evening self-study class. Zhou Mo asked again: "How strong is your tolerance? This is not the first day of transferring to another school. What are you worried about? Where is the courage and courage you had in City High School?"

I was silent for a moment, then said, "Actually it's because of my dad. He told me to get along well with my classmates and not to fight with them unless absolutely necessary. Beiqi is my second school, and I don't want to be expelled because of this again."

Zhou Mo smiled and said, "Don't worry, Beiqi is not as strict as your Chenggao. Fights happen almost every day, and the school can't handle it. And the students who are beaten usually don't report it to the teacher, otherwise they will be looked down upon by other students."

"Forget it." I listened to Lu Xiang's constant voice floating over and continued, "It's not like I'm missing a piece of meat or anything."

Zhou Mo stopped talking, obviously not understanding my behavior.

"Wang Hao's farts are so smelly that they can make everyone in our class stink! Next time you smell a bad odor, you don't have to look for it, it must be coming from him..." Lu Xiang's performance was very effective. While speaking, he fanned the air around him with a book, as if he really smelled something bad, which made the classmates around him giggle.

At the end of the third class, I finally couldn't hold it anymore, so I put down my pen and went to the toilet. I took a long pee, and when I came back, the class had already started. The teacher stood on the podium and began to lecture. I lowered my head and hurried into the classroom, returned to my seat and sat down. The moment my butt touched the stool, several pains spread at the same time, and I stood up with a bounce.

This feeling is so familiar that I know there are several thumbtacks stuck in my butt without touching it.

The whole class burst into laughter, with Lu Xiang's laughter being the loudest, and sounding as unpleasant as an old hen in heat.

"Did you see that?" Lu Xiang yelled, "That's how we teased him in middle school. He didn't dare to react at all!"

I stood there, feeling my anger exploding from my chest bit by bit.

"What's wrong with you?" The teacher looked at me puzzledly from the podium: "If nothing is wrong, sit down quickly and get ready for class."

But I didn't sit down. Only Zhou Mo next to me didn't smile, she was looking at me intently.

"Did you know that?" I asked her.

Zhou Mo nodded: "I know."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I want to know how far you can endure."

I sighed softly. Actually, there is something I have never said. When I was in junior high school, someone threw a handful of thumbtacks on my stool. I jumped up in panic after sitting down. Amid the laughter of the class, I didn't dare to complain. I could only pull the thumbtacks off and lie on the table in shame without saying a word. It was from that time that the classmates in the class began to bully me collectively, and more and more people joined this camp.

The scene now was so similar to that time, with everyone laughing loudly, and Lu Xiang's laughter was the most harsh and sharp.

I thought I was in a junior high school classroom. Sometimes I wonder if I had not hesitated to fight back with my fist when they threw thumbtacks on my stool for the first time, would there have been fewer incidents?

I know that if I choose to remain silent this time, the tragedy of junior high school will probably happen again.

The time has come when patience can no longer be tolerated.

"That student!" The teacher stood on the podium and looked at me with dissatisfaction: "Hurry up and sit down and get ready for class."

The classmates in the class were still laughing, but he ignored everyone else and only wanted to deal with me. Was it because he knew that I was being bullied and laughed at by so many people that he dared to criticize me without restraint? Even the teacher was a bully?

The laughter continued, but the teacher stared at me with dissatisfaction, as if he believed that I was the source of the laughter.

"Huh..." I let out a light breath and pulled off the thumbtacks on my butt one by one.

"Hahahaha, look, this is so funny..." Lu Xiang laughed so hard that he even slapped the table.

"Zhou Mo."

"Um?"

"Let me ask you a question. If a person eats chalk, will there be any problem?"

"I don't know." Zhou Mo said, "Chalk should be poisonous, right? Teachers use chalk to write on the blackboard every day, and they inhale a lot of chalk dust. Over time, it will cause discomfort in the nose, throat, and other places. It may cause lung disease when you get old."

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