Chapter 8 "The school bully and the school hunk are roommates?"
During evening study time, Ren Yizi was called to Peng Molan's office.
He lazily called out "Report". The other teachers looked up at him, whispered a few words to each other, and then went to do their own things.
In fact, he had not been called to the office by any subject teacher other than the head teacher for a long time. No one wanted to discipline or provoke him, a naughty and troublesome person.
I'm afraid that one day I'll be put in a sack and beaten by someone while walking on the street. That would be more trouble than it's worth. I've always kept my distance from it.
He skipped several classes today, and only the new Chinese teacher who taught their class called him to the office, not knowing what to do with him.
Ren Yizi muttered to himself and strode in. Peng Molan's seat was at the back.
There is a pot of lilies on her desk, next to which are many graduation photos taken with her students, and a large box of holiday greeting cards.
The most eye-catching is a family photo frame placed in the center, which shows a young Peng Molan and her husband holding their child.
"You're here?" Peng Molan suddenly appeared from behind him, holding a pile of papers, and raised her chin. "Sit down."
Ren Yizi was secretly surprised. Few teachers would let him sit down. He was flattered and moved a chair from the side and sat down.
Peng Molan also sat down, put down the test paper in her hand, and looked him in the eye. She didn't let Zi imagine him nagging her about skipping class today. Instead, she said, "I took a look at your previous Chinese papers today. Your reading comprehension foundation is very solid, and your composition is a highlight. Did you take any special tutoring for composition before?"
Ren Yizi stared at Peng Molan's plastered right wrist and replied, "When I was a child, my family hired a Chinese studies teacher."
Peng Molan nodded: "So you didn't continue studying after that?"
When Ren Yizi heard this, he seemed to recall some unbearable fragments. His eyes were a little unfocused and his voice was slightly stiff: "No..."
Seeing him like this, Peng Molan seemed to be hiding something, so she didn't ask any more questions and immediately changed the subject: "You have good writing skills, but how come you only got one or two points for the ancient poetry that is the easiest to score, which can be fully scored by rote memorization? On the contrary, the essay, which is the most difficult to score high, scored very high."
Peng Molan's voice was gentle and kind, and she spoke slowly, but with a hint of disappointment and anxiety.
Ren Yizi opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say for a moment. Should he explain that he just went out to play and didn't recite the ancient poems?
Peng Molan patiently instructed, picked up the paper in her hand, and said, "I'm not criticizing you. I just feel it's a pity. Most students lose points on composition and reading comprehension, but you lost points on the easiest and most accessible points. If you can pick up these points, you will surpass many people."
So I think you should start reciting ancient Chinese poems and classical Chinese texts every day from today. I will tell the class representative about the other homework and you can do it according to your ability. Is that okay?"
"OK."
Peng Molan thought for a moment and then asked, "I heard from Director Feng that you and Wen Siru live in the same dormitory?"
Ren Yizi had a big question in his mind. Why did the old man Black Whirlwind, who loved to talk like a loud speaker, tell other teachers about his affairs?
He was speechless in his heart, but he could only remain expressionless: "Yes."
Peng Molan nodded in satisfaction. "I believe Mr. Feng has his reasons for making this arrangement. If you have any difficulties with your studies, you can ask Wen Siru. I believe he is willing to help you."
I also teach their class, and I'll have him supervise you in reciting ancient poems, so don't even think about slacking off."
Ren Yizi nodded, feeling somewhat comforted. Fortunately, he was endorsing it with Wen Siru instead of Peng Molan.
Peng Molan also explained to Ren Yizi in detail how to memorize the text so that he could memorize it more efficiently and more firmly.
However, Ren Yizi didn't listen much, but was thinking about how to get Wen Siru to give him some slack when reciting ancient poems.
"Okay," Peng Molan checked the time. More than half an hour had passed. "You can go back now."
Ren Yizi's heart leaped with joy, and he quickly said "Thank you, teacher", and prepared to leave the office.
He only heard a slow "wait", and Ren Yizi's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around.
"You skipping class today, I won't pursue the matter," Peng Molan glanced around the office, making sure the other teachers were gone and only she and Ren Yizi were in. Then she continued, "Deducting points from you is really pointless and won't help you in any way. So, I'll punish you by making you copy 'Pipa Xing' several times tonight. And, by the way, make sure your handwriting is neat."
Ren Yizi was a little touched. Finally, there was a teacher who felt the same way as him that some school rules were useless and annoying to students. It was such a pity that they had met each other too late!
He secretly thought that he should not skip Peng Molan's class in the future.
Peng Molan thought of something else and handed him a stack of exercise books from the table. "Please return the corrected exercise books to Class 1."
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Before Ren Yizi reached the door of Class 1 with his exercise book, the bell for the end of evening self-study get out of class rang.
The entire teaching building was instantly filled with the sound of thunderous footsteps. Some groups ran to the cafeteria and canteen to eat supper, some sprinted a hundred meters to grab a shower spot, and some couples took advantage of the chaos at this time of crowds to secretly hold hands and go to the back hill to be affectionate.
Gusts of wind blew past Ren Yizi.
He also heard several girls running over with small backpacks talking about him:
"Fuck, that Ren Yizi from senior year?!"
"So handsome! Even more handsome than a celebrity! But it's a pity that he's so handsome and good at fighting. I'm afraid he's a playboy and a domestic violence man..."
"Hey, hey, keep your voice down! The school bully might hear you! Be careful and get beaten..."
Ren Yizi: “…”
How am I a domestic abuser? I never hit a woman! I dote on my wife! If you don't believe me, ask all my ex-girlfriends!
He was thinking about when to find a girlfriend and show his image as a good man with good moral character, when he unknowingly walked to Class 3 (1) of Senior High School.
The atmosphere of the entire top class was different. Only a few people left, and the others stayed in the class to continue studying.
The evening study time at Hanmo Middle School is 9:30, but the classrooms and study rooms close at 10:30. This is specially set by Black Whirlwind to satisfy those students who are always eager to learn.
Therefore, those who want to learn can continue to stay in the classroom.
Ren Yizi spotted Wen Siru sitting in the front of the classroom at a glance, because his appearance was so outstanding.
A group of people surrounded Wen Si Ru, standing in line to ask him questions.
Wen Siru was wearing gold-rimmed rimless glasses at the moment, and the elegant and refined scholarly temperament between his eyebrows was even more prominent. His every frown and smile was very eye-catching.
A few girls from other classes had just come to Ren Yizi's side and were looking at Wen Siru outside the window. They were chattering and discussing in low voices, pushing and shoving each other, sometimes blushing, sometimes laughing.
One girl stopped the discussion and shook the arm of the girl next to her.
In an instant, the eyes of the girls who were watching Wen Si Ru on the windowsill all turned to Ren Yizi, their expressions containing three parts of fear and seven parts of surprise.
When ordinary students enter Hanmo Middle School, they have all heard about how Ren Yizi beat the former school bully to a pulp and then became the new school bully.
The school bully who was said to be able to fight five people alone was now holding an exercise book and staring at them.
Ren Yizi: “…”
One of the girls whispered his name: "Wow, Ren Yizi..."
Ren Dazhinan only saw the fear in their eyes and wondered what was going on today. Why were all the girls so scared of him? He wasn't going to eat people!
The girls’ minds were filled with “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” and they were so happy that they were about to faint!
Today was supposed to be our daily routine to gather in a group to admire Wen Si Ru's god-like appearance, to wash away the huge shadow left by those ugly and unsightly yet inexplicably confident ordinary boys in our class.
I didn't expect to meet another handsome man who can be compared with Wen Si Ru. I was so happy that pink bubbles were popping out of my eyes.
They looked at Wen Si Ru for a while, then at Ren Yi Zi, and felt that they could not see enough. Their eyes were full of love, and they felt that they could write more than 800 words of aesthetic appreciation overnight!
Ren Yizi had long been immune to this kind of gaze. He was used to people's various gazes on him, as natural as eating and sleeping every day.
He stopped a classmate who was leaving the classroom, handed him the exercise book, and asked him to help convey a few words to Wen Si Ru from their class. Suddenly, he heard a scream from the girl next to him.
Girl A: "Ah, Wen Siru is looking here!"
Girl B: "Oh my god, who is he looking at?"
Girl Ding: "Nonsense, he must be looking at our beautiful Wenwen~"
Wenwen: "Oh, no."
Girl C: "No, he's looking at her, looking at her... He's looking at Ren Yizi?!"
C's voice broke with excitement, startling everyone around him.
Before Ren Yizi had even taken a few steps out of the classroom, he heard a familiar, gentle voice like a spring breeze: "Brother Zi..."
He turned around and saw Wen Siru standing at the door of Class 1 calling him.
The boy was standing with the light behind him, but his eyes were bright. Although everyone was wearing school uniforms, this guy could dress in a lazy and casual manner like a rich young man.
This guy has really sharp eyes. Even with so many people standing around him blocking most of his view, he was still able to accurately capture me passing by their class.
Let you think whatever you want.
Wen Si Ru's shout made everyone around look at them, and Ren Yi Zi seemed to be able to hear what the group of people behind Wen Si Ru were talking about.
"Is it Ren Yizi? The one who fights every day?"
"Yeah, Wen Xueshen actually knows this kind of person? He didn't even explain the problem, but just came here to call him? Do the two of them have any connection?"
"Could it be that the academic god is threatened by this scum?"
"It doesn't look like it. Wen Xueshen called him in a very intimate way..."
Ren Yizi glanced at those who were gossiping, with a hint of cruelty in his eyes.
The words "What's our relationship? It's none of your business" were clearly written on his face, scaring those gossipers so much that they swallowed their saliva, started to move their hands and feet in a twitching manner, and took several steps back.
Then he turned his face and smiled slightly, looking at Wen Siru, and was about to speak: "You..."
Wen Siru: “I…”
They both spoke at the same time, and after a brief pause, they smiled at each other. Wen Siru said, "You go first."
Ren Yizi also expressed humility: "You speak first."
Wen Siru: "You speak first."
Ren Yizi: "I'm going back to the dormitory to take a shower first."
Wen Siru nodded: "Yeah, I was going to say that too."
However, Ren Yizi could see from Wen Siru's eyes that he had something to tell him, which might be related to his personal affairs. However, because there were so many people present, and for the sake of his own face and dignity, he did not say it.
He nodded as well, using his eyes to show that he understood, and said, "Then you continue studying. I'll go back first."
After the two of them said goodbye to each other, only a group of onlookers were left standing in the wind.
So the human heart:
"Two famous people living in the same dormitory?"
"The school bully and the school hunk are roommates?!"
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