Chapter 17 Untitled
Compared with the harmonious atmosphere of Class 3 (1), Class 3 (2) is particularly lively.
After the homeroom teacher left, the class began to whisper. The subject of discussion was naturally Xu Niannian, who had been acting unusually today. Everyone was whispering behind her back, saying she seemed possessed and decided to stay away from her.
Xu Niannian was scolded in public by Teacher Yan and was warned with a piece of chalk. She immediately became red in the face and wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
She was punished to stand outside during morning reading, and could only move freely after the reading.
When the cool breeze blew outside, she calmed down a little and felt that she was too impulsive.
She looked at the familiar campus and secretly swore in her heart that she must be admitted to Class One and surpass that beautiful and good-studying girl. She was the protagonist, and how could the protagonist stay in a second-rate class like Class Two?
In fact, she had other choices at the entrance of the alley. She could have chosen not to pull the beautiful girl in and just turned around and ran away. After all, there were so many people on the street, and it was impossible for the human traffickers to come and kidnap her directly.
But the first time she saw Wen Zhu, she recognized her as a student in the same class, who was often praised by their teacher. At that moment, jealousy took over, and she decided to drag her into the water.
After running away and watching her being dragged away by the traffickers with her mouth and nose covered, she suddenly felt a lot more relieved.
Without her, I would definitely be able to pass the exam, become a student in Class 1, and become a person with both good character and good academic performance in the eyes of the teacher.
Moreover, she was so beautiful. With such a beautiful person, she was always the one to be noticed in their school. How could anyone focus on her? Why was she so beautiful, doted on by her parents, cherished by her brother, and an outstanding student herself, yet she had to endure the cold shoulder and beatings at home, and had to work hard to please her good-for-nothing brother, and use the excuse of helping him with his studies, in order to continue attending school?
She was angry, unwilling, and jealous.
Xu Niannian wondered, without Wen Zhu, would she have the chance to become her parents' goddaughter and her brother's godsister? They would try their best to treat her well in order to make up for their regrets.
Thinking of this, Xu Niannian couldn't help but smile.
Before she could fully express her joy, she was hit on the head by a book, shattering her beautiful dream.
"Xu Niannian, what's wrong with you? You're grinning to yourself all day long. Do you think that by talking nonsense like this, you can get into a good high school or ward off evil spirits?
You don't study hard every day, and you just mess around. Can't you use this time to memorize a few more articles and a few more words? You are really the worst class of students I have ever taught! "
Teacher Yan searched everywhere, asking questions upstairs and downstairs, but still couldn't find the figure sneaking outside the window. He was getting angry. As soon as he went upstairs, he saw Xu Niannian, his previously diligent student, smiling creepily as if possessed by a demon.
I felt a sudden surge of anger for no reason, and was so disappointed in him that I picked up the book and hit him.
"If you can't memorize this ancient Chinese article today, you are not allowed to sit down!" After saying that, he walked into the classroom with his hands behind his back.
Xu Niannian lowered her head after being hit, her smile frozen on her face, and finally slowly turned into a cruel expression. However, it was covered by her thick bangs, making it difficult to see clearly.
After finishing her morning reading, Wen Zhu was enthusiastically invited by her classmates to go to the cafeteria to get food. As soon as she left the classroom, she saw the female lead of the second class next door standing there like a door god. She also saw herself, and her thoughtful expression suddenly became stiff.
Wen Zhu's evil mood came back again. He turned around and suddenly walked towards Xu Niannian.
Xu Niannian's emotions, which had finally calmed down, collapsed again the moment she saw Wen Zhu.
Her lips trembled, her hands tightly grasped the book, and she asked tremblingly, "Are you a human or a ghost?"
Wen Zhu looked at her and it seemed like she wished she would die or never come back.
So he said lightly, "It's too cold underground. I'm so cold. Come and keep me company~"
Xu Niannian pressed her back against the wall, holding a book between the two of them. "Every wrong has its perpetrator, don't come over here!" She said as she waved the book in her hand to try to stop Wen Zhu from approaching her.
The book hit Wen Zhu's arm and was blocked. Xu Niannian then realized that she was not dead, but a human being, not a ghost at all.
While she felt relieved, she also felt that Wen Zhu was really hateful, teasing her and making her look bad again and again.
But since she didn't die and came back, wouldn't his plan be in vain? If she didn't die, how could he take advantage of the opportunity and escape from the sea of suffering and possess everything she had?
But when he thought of something, his sallow, thin face suddenly forced a smile and changed his expression.
"It's good to have you back."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and tears came out.
"I'm really sorry. At the time, I thought it was someone who needed help. I was just following the country's call to carry forward the spirit of Uncle Lei Feng, so I went to help. Later I found out it wasn't him, but it was too late. I was very worried about you and even called the police for you. I was so scared at the time. You... won't blame me, right?"
Wen Zhu just watched her perform with an expressionless face.
There was no response to her own excuse. It made sense, but she didn't believe it!
Zhou Xiaoju turned around and called Wen Zhu, "Wen Zhu, hurry up, otherwise the thicker barley porridge will be finished."
"Here I come."
Leave a word before leaving.
"Your brother's name is Xu Yaozu, right? He's back~"
Looking at Xu Niannian's face turning from blue to pale, Wen Zhu ran away quickly with satisfaction.
It is called a cafeteria, but it is actually a special kitchen in a corner of the school used to cook for students.
They hadn't arrived early, but outside the cafeteria, dozens of students were already squatting in groups of three or five. They were all drinking barley porridge from enamel pots and munching on multi-grain steamed bread.
The more particular ones would eat it with some pickles, while the frugal ones would eat it directly. Even when they were hungry, they all enjoyed it very much. Children are growing up, so few of them are picky eaters.
Wen Zhu was pulled by Zhou Xiaoju to line up quickly, fearing that he would be too late and would not be able to drink the thin liquid.
In 1984, despite a few years of openness, people could barely get enough to eat. So, you had to fight for food, regardless of gender. If you arrived late, the thick porridge and large mixed-wheat buns would be gone. Skipping a few bites would be a real loss, as there wasn't much oil or fat. If you skipped a few bites, you'd be starving by noon.
At that time, students paid monthly grains, which were cooked by the school. Although theoretically, students ate what they paid for, for example, if they paid for white rice and flour, they would eat dry rice and large white steamed buns. If they paid for mixed grains and coarse grains, they would drink mixed grain porridge and eat mixed flour steamed buns.
However, during this era, very few people paid fine grain. The end result was that all students ate from the same pot. Those who paid fine grain would at most pay less, while those who paid coarse grain would pay more. Everyone still ate together.
Wen Zhu's family felt sorry for her and wanted to give her some polished rice and flour so she could eat better. But Wen Zhu refused, because even if she paid, she wouldn't be able to eat them. The polished rice and the large white steamed buns made with fine flour were for the teachers. Students, forget it.
Since she couldn't eat it anyway, she might as well not waste it. So she joined her classmates in eating from the communal pot. On weekends, her mother would cook a little extra for her.
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