Unfamiliar
"Can you try smiling again?"
Xu An looked at Yu Xia provocatively, then lowered his head and fiddled in the drawer again.
Yu Xia's phone vibrated with a buzzing sound.
Are you crazy?
A
A: You don’t have to wait for me to go to the cafeteria.
! : Who is going to wait for you?
A: Oh, then just ignore what I said.
Yu Xia really wanted to punch the idiot inside the phone screen to death.
Noticing that the person behind him was pulling at his clothes, Yu Xia's patience finally ran out, and he was ready to swing his fist and hit him.
He didn't come to his senses until he saw the headmaster's belly, which couldn't even be covered by the baggy T-shirt and was tightly fastened by the belt, making his upper body look broad and his lower body narrow.
Depend on
"Phone, take it out."
Xu An had a look on his face that said, "I've hinted at you, don't look at me."
Yu Xia has been trying to establish a good student persona recently, but now she feels guilty that her image has collapsed.
Yiyi was reluctant to hand over the phone, making it seem like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl were separated.
"What are you looking at here? Go to your class!"
Director Li pointed his hand over as if he was reviewing his troops, turned around and left with a handsome back.
Yu Xia's eyes seemed to still contain the warmth of the phone from the previous 20 seconds.
A few seconds later
Yu Xia lowered her voice and said, "Fuck you, what are you sending messages to during class?"
Xu An: "Then what message will you send?"
It seems to make sense.
Just as Yu Xia was about to retort, a piece of white chalk hit him on the head.
"Depend on"
"Why are you, a good student, swearing?! We are a class! We are role models for others! You can't even hide your cell phone properly, what good are you, useless pieces of shit?"
Class 1: ...
I was inexplicably q'd.
Because of a class, Yu Xia's cell phone was gloriously sacrificed.
As soon as the bell rang, Zhou Yanxu leaned over and stood up for his good brother:
"The mobile phone terminator is performing steadily."
Liu Ning pulled her deskmate over to chat, adding, "You two deserve it for laughing so crazily in class."
Yu Xia was puzzled as to why only he was confiscated, and why not his brother?
"No, what right do you have?"
"Because I am a beautiful person with a kind heart."
"Did you laugh when you said that, Xu An?"
"Laughed"
…
"Go away, you're wasting my expression." Yu Xia slammed his foot heavily on the stool of his deskmate.
"Yu Xia, the director asked you to go to his office"
A student from the next class, Professor Li, came over to deliver a message.
Yu Xia responded casually and walked over.
The office in the teaching building is not particularly far away. When you walk over, you can still hear the bee-like voices of teachers from other classes who are still extending their lessons. The volume is very loud and the quality is very poor.
Pushing open the office door, one can see a simple and clear row of work schedules. Director Li's desk is quite clean, with a stack of documents on the left and a thick stack of books on the right.
"director"
Potato glanced at him... No, Director Li glanced at him, tightened the lid of the thermos with his right hand, pursed his lips, and raised his hand to let him stand over.
"We don't allow mobile phones in our school, you know that."
"Um"
"Yu Xia, Class 1. Your grades seem pretty good, but this is also a serious mistake! Don't be proud of your grades and disregard the school rules..."
Yu Xia started automatically blocking again.
He didn't say "hmm" until he heard the key information and requirements.
"Did you hear me? When the flag is raised, stand up there and read your self-criticism! You really don't take me seriously. Okay, get out of here."
The boy took a step with his long legs, turned around and walked out.
By the time I got back to the classroom, the bell had already rung.
Yu Xia put away the textbooks from the previous class and took out the textbooks for the next class, and found an extra note on the table.
: Did I scold you?
Pick up a black water-based pen
: No, I was not asked to write a self-criticism
: Tsk tsk tsk, this is the first time our classmate Xiao Yu has written a self-criticism.
Yu Xia thought about it and realized that this was not the first time.
: No. When I was in junior high school, I helped a kid fight, and I also wrote about it.
Glancing sideways, it seemed like the other person hadn't started writing for a long time. The teacher at the podium had finished a question before he pressed the pen cap and scribbled a few words.
In fact, although Yu Xia's handwriting is beautiful, it is really sloppy.
Other people's "的" characters are all regular, but his is just an "m" with an extra dot on top.
Or maybe other people's "好" characters have more connecting strokes and all are normal strokes, but Yu Xia really likes to change the strokes to make it easier for himself. The female character next to the "好" character becomes a "V" that is tilted upward from the side and connected to the "子" character.
The others are more or less, really sloppy and convenient
: Well, do you remember what that child looked like?
: Are you stupid? Who will remember
I felt a little bad about my attitude right after I finished writing it.
: I don't remember much, but my mom must have hated him. Because I helped him, she got really angry.
:oh
: What are you saying every day? No more chatting!
I finally tried to be nicer, but you ended up being meaner?
Surprisingly, no sticky notes were passed around in the second half of the class.
Is it quite quiet today?
There is a short break after dinner.
But there is no such treatment in the third year of high school.
Yan Jingyi brought a few silicone photos today, and a few people gathered together to look at the sloppily framed photos they had taken when they went to the beach to watch the sunset on her birthday last time.
"Oh my god, why do I look so short in the photo?" Zhou Yanxu would never admit that he was that short.
"Don't you even look at who's standing next to you? Yu Xia is 177cm tall, right?"
“No 175”
"Oh, that's because it makes you look taller!"
"Damn, Brother An, you are so tall." Ding Wei took a look at the most eye-catching person in the photo.
"You were born to hit me."
“…”
Some of the photos were blurry and useless, so they were thrown away as waste.
Yan Jingyi left a few photos with group photos.
Xu An and Yu Xia were standing relatively close to each other at the time, so naturally, there were more photos of the two of them together.
"This one is so touching!" Liu Ning pointed to a photo of Yan Jingyi sitting in a wheelchair, her hair blown past her ears by the wind, and her face shining white in the sunlight.
"I think so too! It was taken by An Ge. After all, people who can draw can really take beautiful pictures."
"No, it's 5 yuan per ticket."
"? Why didn't you become poor to death?" Yu Xia poked back with his elbow.
Everyone laughed for a while, then stopped.
This pause will make you think of other topics.
"By the way, there are clubs in the next volume."
"High school students have clubs?"
"Well, that's why not many people participate, but we can get five people together to hold one." As the squad leader, Liu Ning is very well-versed in this area.
"I want to do it!" Yan Jingyi was the first to raise her hand. She was so excited that she almost couldn't stand still, and the prosthesis made a mechanical clicking sound.
"Take it easy...Okay, I'll see how we can get five people together."
Including Zhou Yanxu, herself, Jingyi, and Xu An (who had to attend even if she didn't want to), there were only four of them. Ding Wei was on the sports team, so he didn't have time to participate in club activities.
In the end, Yu Xia reluctantly agreed after enduring a bunch of starry eyes shining at him.
"There's still more than half a semester left, so it shouldn't be that bad..."
"Quick, okay?! Come up with a name! We're a squad of soldiers! Let's be artistic."
The name of "Lyrical Prose Model" Zhou Yanxu seems nonsensical and a bit like a random group.
"Wenyi is a nice name, but that's not what it means..."
“How artistic!”
"What are you doing? I'm disgusted by it," Yan Jingyi retorted without hesitation.
Xu An wasn't very good at naming: "Happy Family?"
…
"Disgusting—" Several people turned their heads away.
"That's not the name of the group chat!" Their monitor was almost speechless.
"Alas, I think your brains are soaked in water, and you look particularly stupid. Intelligence can be represented by quadratic roots." Yu Xia finally stopped daydreaming. He often did not participate in group activities, and he would be annoyed if he acted out of line.
"That's enough... I don't want to hear math problems while I'm playing, okay?"
Several people struggled with each other, and the names they came up with were less reliable than the last.
Xu An looked at the names they had crossed out with black ink pen and said, "Hmm... or is it really a quadratic radical?"
Zhou Yanxu: “…”
Liu Ning: “……?”
Yan Jingyi: “Huh?”
"Well, just wait. When the list comes out, the names of the people below the quadratic root will be really interesting." Yu Xia still admired their imagination.
Yan Jingyi had been silent just now, "I think the math teacher will strongly support us."
"It's a good thing we didn't die." Yu Xia was amused by him.
"Okay, it's a quadratic radical, who cares about it. I'm the captain, who has any objections? Tell me your name!" Liu Ning slammed the table.
"Me!" Zhou Yanxu struggled selectively.
"Someone, drag him away and behead him!"
"Okay, my king!" Yan Jingyi cooperated very well with the performance.
"...Are you planning to perform a drama called The Legend of Zhen Huan?" Yu Xia held his forehead helplessly.
"This isn't The Legend of Zhen Huan, this is—"
"Whatever it is, I'm going to write a self-criticism. Go back to your seats."
Several people left with little interest.
Yu Xia didn't really want to write a self-criticism, she just didn't want to listen to them nagging.
"If you still want to argue with them, go to the front."
"I don't want it."
"Then you just sit down."
Yu Xia has always been very fast at writing self-criticisms. After all, there are only a few formulas, and just applying them casually is no different from writing an essay.
I scribbled a few times, added a symbolic dot, and left it alone.
next day
As a sophomore in high school, this was my first time attending the flag-raising ceremony on Saturday.
Director Li spoke sternly and solemnly from the podium: "School is a place for learning, not for you to play! Anyone still dares to bring a cell phone to school? I told you, we'll investigate! The first time you see it, you'll be given a warning; the second time, you'll be punished directly!"
He raised his neck proudly as he spoke: "We've caught one! This will be the fate of anyone caught with a cell phone in the future! Come on, get up here."
Yu Xia, with his handsome face, went up under the gazes of many girls.
After he finished reading the script with an expressionless face, half of the audience was in admiration, but half was unhappy.
"Just reading a self-criticism, what's so cool about that?"
"That's right, I don't know what people still think of as a great achievement."
Then all that was left was the girls' exclamations and the sounds of some small Polaroid cameras.
Yu Xia had encountered this kind of situation before in his previous school, so he was carefree and just let them do as they pleased.
Student Xiao Yu is very shameless. He thinks he is so handsome that he can withstand a 361° angle.
Yu Xia had just finished reading the self-criticism and hadn’t even walked halfway down the stairs when she heard someone from the stage again:
"Now, please invite the top students in the grade to come to the stage and give a speech to encourage students to prepare for the midterm exam!"
In full view of everyone, the boy turned around and took a step back with his left foot, which had not yet taken a step forward.
Under the watchful eye of the grade director, I walked back to the place where I had just read the self-criticism.
His hands kept moving as he slowly folded the review and put it back into his pocket, then took a piece of paper from another pocket and unfolded it.
He still had that arrogant look on his face, not looking serious at all. Then the people in the audience heard the boy who had just sworn that he would "never bring a cell phone with him" as if he were the top idiot from the neighboring school.
He gently brushed away the strands of hair in front of his eyes, leaned forward, took out the manuscript and read it.
He was about to read his manuscript, but after a moment's thought, his brows suddenly relaxed, and he smiled, not very broadly.
"Hello, classmates, it's me again."
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