14. My idea is to have no idea
Because Fu Dongqing said, "If you are not feeling well or have special circumstances, you don't have to participate in the training," many people wanted to escape. They went to Fu Dongqing's office one after another, but all returned empty-handed.
Before departure, there were 46 students who were supposed to attend Class 4 of Grade 1, and 46 students actually attended. The class teacher Fu Dongqing made an indelible contribution to this.
At 1:00 PM sharp, the final march of the freshman military training at Qingshi No. 1 Middle School began on time. Twelve classes of the first-year senior class marched out of the school gates to the clamor of gongs and drums.
Such a large team walking on the street naturally attracted the attention and discussion of passers-by.
"He's a freshman in No. 1 Middle School this year."
“It’s really spirited.”
...
At first, everyone was excited, their faces beaming with pride and excitement. But Xu Wenqiang kept her head down, afraid anyone she knew would see her. She felt like they were just like the monkey performers going about the streets, except, of course, they were the monkeys being watched.
But as the team gradually left the city center, the surrounding environment began to become deserted, the crowds became sparse, and everyone's excited nerves gradually relaxed. What followed was the monotonous boredom of walking on the road, and the exhaustion that became increasingly obvious after being realized only later.
This is the true face of hiking training, which will break you down mentally and exhaust you physically.
About two hours later, the team finally arrived at the Qingshi City Martyrs Cemetery.
Arriving at the Martyrs' Cemetery, we immediately started our day with staff explaining the lives of the martyrs to the students, followed by activities like laying wreaths and sweeping graves. By the time we finished all the arrangements, it was already 4 p.m.
"Everyone take a 20-minute break. We'll return the same way at 4:20."
Finally got a break.
"Oh my God."
"Finally I can sit down."
......
Amidst the wailing sounds, Fang Fang's neat team scattered like birds and beasts, losing their shape.
After the group dispersed, everyone found their seats in groups of two or three. It had already been a week since school started, and the class had already made some friends or gotten to know each other. So far, Xu Wenqiang knew only her deskmate, Lin Tong, the prodigal son, Xiao Cheng, and his friend, Gao Zhe, besides Su Xiaoshan. The others looked familiar, but she couldn't remember their names.
Being all alone, Xu Wenqiang felt a bit uncomfortable. After all, back in Qingshi Junior High, she'd had one or two classmates with whom she'd been on bad terms. While she was strolling around, she happened to see Lin Tong, also alone. She took the initiative to say hello, wanting to join her. But Lin Tong looked indifferent, showing no interest in joining her.
Xu Wenqiang understood the situation and walked away alone. She wandered around for a while and then sat down against a rockery.
But as soon as I sat down, I heard whispers behind me.
"Have you asked Fu Dongqing for leave?"
"Yes, I went. I said I had a stomachache and she told me to go to the hospital to get a doctor's order."
"I've never seen such a difficult teacher."
"She's notoriously difficult to deal with in No. 1 Middle School—Hey, is anyone here?"
Xu Wenqiang was squatting on the ground, her hands supporting her chin, concentrating on listening, when she noticed someone else beside her. She glanced to the side and saw it was Xiao Cheng.
“Hmm—”
Xu Wenqiang's scream was muffled by Xiao Cheng's hand.
"No one, tell me quickly, why is she so difficult to deal with?"
"But why did I hear some noise?"
Xu Wenqiang suddenly stopped moving. She let Xiao Cheng cover her mouth and nose, expressing her dissatisfaction with her eyes.
Xiao Cheng felt his palms itch. Xu Wenqiang's breath and her lips seemed to press against his palms. Like countless feathers, they teased his self-control.
"What's going on? Come on, tell me."
"Don't tell anyone else."
Xu Wenqiang was nervous, so her lips opened slightly, and seemed to be brushing against someone's palm.
Xiao Cheng couldn't bear it anymore and let go.
Xu Wenqiang was afraid that he would speak out, so she immediately put her index finger to her lips and made a gesture to keep quiet.
Xiao Cheng moved his gaze away from Xu Wenqiang's lips and gave her a mocking look: Eavesdropping!
Xu Wenqiang rolled her eyes and looked down on me for eavesdropping, but didn’t you leave yourself?
The gossip about Fu Dongqing continues.
"I heard that Fu Dongqing is not only unkind, but she also privately divides students into different levels based on their grades."
"What? Did I hear that correctly?"
"You heard me right. In her eyes, students with good grades are considered top students, and she can't help but be partial to them. Students with poor grades are considered bottom students. In her eyes, bottom students are worthless, and as long as you don't cause trouble, she'll ignore you."
"If I don't care, wouldn't that be relaxing?"
"Easy and comfortable?"
After a sharp rhetorical question, the relaxed and cheerful gossip atmosphere behind the rockery suddenly disappeared.
"The teacher doesn't even look at you, treats you like air, and lets you fend for yourself. How can you still stand up easily and comfortably?"
A gust of wind blew by, and Xu Wenqiang felt a chill run down her back. "Fend for yourself" was the final outcome of her three years of high school.
After a while, someone spoke again.
"But I'm only in the twenties in our class. Is there any hope for me?"
"There's nothing to be afraid of if you're in the twenties. The one who should be afraid is the one in the last place."
"That's true. By the way, the last-place student in our class is a girl named Xu Wenqiang."
"I know, but you know what's even scarier?"
"What?"
"She's still ranked last in the grade!"
"Squeak—"
The cold air was so intense that it chilled the back of my teeth.
Xu Wenqiang didn't expect that while listening in the corner, she could actually hear herself.
It seemed like she couldn't get over the "last place" issue. On the first day of school, when they first met, Fu Dongqing had unreservedly thrown the two "last place" names in Xu Wenqiang's face. At the time, Xiao Cheng was sitting nearby and heard it all. Now, people were talking about her behind her back about being "last place," and Xiao Cheng had overheard it all. Could it be that he had leaked the news?
When Xu Wenqiang looked at Xiao Cheng with a squint, Xiao Cheng picked up a branch from the ground and wrote four words on it: It has nothing to do with me.
Xu Wenqiang also picked up a branch and checked the box next to "It has nothing to do with me," indicating that she believed him. She didn't really care if Xiao Cheng had told anyone about it. She couldn't keep it a secret anyway; someone had to take the last hurdle.
After reaching a consensus, Xu Wenqiang began to scratch the words on the ground with a branch.
Xiao Cheng looked at the messy handwriting on the ground, and his heart seemed to be messed up by Xu Wenqiang's branch.
Why does Xu Wenqiang always handle things that happen to her so decisively and efficiently?
Being ranked last would be a landslide for others, but for her, it was like a small stone rolling down a mountain. When she talked to him about her mental arithmetic skills, which had been beaten out by her mother with a stick, her expression and tone were like her mother patting her butt to soothe her to sleep. And then there was that little rascal she'd fought with at the farmers' market. That day, he'd seen her shoving shredded potatoes off the ground into his mouth. This morning, she sang with him, and she sang beautifully...
In the end, Xiao Cheng's inner confusion became a thorn in his heart. Xu Wenqiang had clearly swallowed her bitterness, but how did she end up like this?
"Speaking of last place, do you know about Xiao Cheng, the top student in our class?"
As if to exchange information with each other, after one person talked about the last number, the other started talking about the first number.
Xu Wenqiang immediately dropped the branch and perked up. She even leaned forward to listen more carefully.
"What happened to Xiao Cheng?"
"Xiao Cheng and Xing Jiaqi from Class 12—"
Just as she heard the key point, Xu Wenqiang was pulled up from the ground by Xiao Cheng and taken away.
"You—" Xu Wenqiang was furious, but afraid of making a noise that would be heard by the people behind the rockery, so she forced herself to hold it in. After leaving the rockery, she finally vented her anger: "Xiao Cheng, you heard my gossip, but you didn't let me finish hearing yours. Isn't that too much?"
I thought Xiao Cheng would be a little embarrassed, but unexpectedly, he said calmly, "I already knew you were last. It doesn't matter whether you heard it or not. But if you heard me, I would be at a disadvantage. So not letting you hear the whole thing is fair and not excessive."
This seemed to make sense, but Xu Wenqiang was still angry and said bitterly, "You're so petty and narrow-minded!"
Xiao Cheng raised his eyebrows after hearing this: "Let's save these idioms for the essays in the exam."
Xu Wenqiang was about to argue, but Xiao Cheng put on a serious face and asked, "Xu Wenqiang, don't you want to be the math class representative?"
Xu Wenqiang was startled, then remembered that she had indeed told Fu Dongqing that she had no idea, so she nodded and said, "It doesn't matter to me whether I do it or not. Why are you asking about this?"
"The head teacher wants me to be the teacher, but the math teacher doesn't agree, so I want to ask you what you think," Xiao Cheng replied.
Xu Wenqiang couldn't help but laugh. They all knew her ideas were meaningless, yet they all asked her questions one by one, fearing they would neglect her or disrespect her. Only Wang Rui, who specifically asked her to be her class representative, didn't even ask her opinions.
"My idea is that I have no idea," Xu Wenqiang reiterated.
Xiao Cheng smiled when he heard this: "That's good."
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