My whole family abuses me? Then I will abuse the whole family!

The fourth class in the morning for Class 8 of Grade 2 is art class.

Basically, in these art courses, no matter what the teachers are talking about, the students below are doing their own things, the classroom is noisy, and the teachers are too lazy to care.

There are only a few students who are interested in this subject who can listen carefully.

Wenzhu has been studying hard these days. Even for her favorite art course, she is studying by heart. The teacher feels that she has changed a lot.

In the past, she always focused her energy on learning music, and it didn’t matter whether she studied cultural subjects or not. Every day in class, she either read novels or slept.

Indeed, she has won the award and many art schools are extending olive branches to her.

Everyone just thought she had gone crazy.

Only Wenzhu herself understood that there was no way she could be admitted to a higher art school.

The principal said that if her academic score was above the passing line, she would still have hope.

As long as she is willing to work hard.

But what's the point of just working hard? In her eyes, those English words seemed to have legs all over their bodies, crawling around like bugs. She felt sick just by looking at them.

Reciting ancient poems was even more painful. Even after she had memorized the first line, her thoughts would drift to other places by the second line. She would imagine herself shining like a star in the future, with countless people cheering for her. Then Wen Jing would suddenly appear like an evil ghost, ruthlessly tearing her dreams of the future into pieces. When she looked back, she would have forgotten the first line of the poem.

She became more and more angry, and poured all her resentment on Wen Jing.

Why didn't she die with her short-lived husband!

"Jingjing, I got a new book here, do you want to read it?" Her deskmate Lu Yan took a martial arts novel and waved it in front of her.

In recent years, many film and television companies have been making TV dramas, covering all kinds of subjects.

The 83 "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and the 84 "The Return of the Condor Heroes" were Wenzhu's favorites, and she often imagined herself as the heroine in those dramas.

It wasn't until the release of "Journey to the West" in 86 that it became so popular that if anyone had a TV at home, any dog ​​passing by would stop and watch the previous episode if the TV station was broadcasting it.

Wenzhu is also a crazy fan. She doesn't like the jumping monkey in the movie, but prefers those beautifully dressed female fairies.

Every day I fantasize about being able to wear those beautiful clothes and be the center of attention.

Wen Zhu glanced at the novel in Lu Yan's hand. The cover of the book was just a still from a TV series. She knew what the content was without even looking at it. "If you don't want to read it, read it yourself."

"Also, I changed my name. You can call me Wenzhu from now on."

Lu Yan was a little surprised. "Ah? You changed your name? When did you change it?"

"I've wanted to change it for a long time. Don't you think the name Wenjing is too rustic? It doesn't suit me at all. Wenzhu is much nicer. It sounds like the name of a female hero."

Lu Yan looked at her and couldn't help but sneer in her heart. Bamboo is a herbaceous plant, and this one is just a straw bag.

This name suits her very well.

Seeing that she actually started to memorize ancient poems seriously, it would be bad if she really improved her grades in the future.

They are the two with the worst grades in the class. If Wenzhu's grades are improved, she will be last.

"You can be admitted without any recommendation, right? Why are you still memorizing all this?"

Wen Zhu felt inexplicably irritated when she heard her mention this, and said in a somewhat aggressive tone, "I just want to learn, what's your business?"

Lu Yan shrank her neck when she was scolded. Wen Zhu was usually like this. If you go along with her, she'll smile a little, but if you don't go along with her, she'll throw a tantrum.

She was counting on Wenzhu's halo to gain benefits. Many boys in the school liked Wenzhu and often gave her gifts as bribes just to get her to send love letters to Wenzhu.

"Ding~"

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the originally noisy classroom became even noisier. Many boys walked towards the playground with their arms around each other and holding basketballs.

"Okay, okay, I don't care about you. I'm your best friend after all."

"In the next physical education class, Fang Yanxin will definitely play football. Do you want to go and watch?"

When Wen Zhu heard Fang Yanxin's name, her expression changed and she felt inexplicably shy.

Fang Yanxin looks like the little white dragon in Journey to the West, and many girls in school have a crush on him.

The most important thing is that he has very good grades. He is in Class 1 of the Science Department and often ranks among the top ten in the grade. She used to be a deskmate with Fang Yanxin, but unfortunately, they were divided into different majors in the second semester of senior high school. She chose liberal arts and is now in Class 8.

Wen Zhu often asked him questions and showed a lot of courtesy. If it were an ordinary boy, he would have tried his best to teach her, but Fang Yanxin was like a blind man and could not see her courtesy at all.

He would also scold her, "You can't even do such a simple question, are you a pig with brain water?"

Wen Zhu felt so aggrieved when she thought of Fang Yanxin calling her stupid. She lowered her eyes to look at the poem that she couldn't memorize no matter what, and closed the book angrily, "Okay, let's go."

Seeing that she listened to him, Lu Yan was in a good mood.

Just don’t learn.

......

There are four classes having physical education class on the playground.

Physical education classes usually consist of ten minutes of warm-up and running around the playground before free time.

Many students choose to go to the gym to borrow sports equipment and play with each other.

Wenjing chose to find a secluded place to sit and preview the entire Chinese textbook.

This is how she was when she was in school. She would seize every opportunity to study. She would always prepare in advance and then listen to the teacher. If she didn't understand, she would go to the teacher to ask. This way, her learning efficiency would be very high.

Fang Yanxin moved agilely with the ball, moving around the court as flexibly as a little white dragon. Every shot was accurate and he exuded a sunny and handsome temperament.

Whenever he scored a goal, the screams could be heard throughout the school.

Wen Jing scratched her ears because of the noise and lowered her head to read the text carefully. She had just finished reading this page and was about to turn the page when a football suddenly flew over and hit her on the head.

"boom!!"

Wen Jing was hit by the ball and fell backwards, and the book in her hand flew out.

The back of my head hit the ground hard, my mind went black, and I knew nothing.

This happened too suddenly. The classmate next to her was so frightened when she saw Wen Jing lying there. "Fuck! Wen Jing, what happened to you?!" Her shouting attracted the nearby classmates to slowly gather around.

Fang Yanxin ran over and looked at the female classmate lying there motionless. Her heart was pounding and she was thinking, "No way? Did I kill someone by kicking the ball?"

For a moment he didn't dare to step forward to confirm.

The physical education teacher rushed over after hearing the news. Seeing Wen Jing lying there with her eyes closed, she was shocked and asked, "What's going on?"

The girl who had just witnessed the whole process said tremblingly: "Just now a football flew over and hit her, and the back of her head hit the ground."

The physical education teacher immediately squatted down, picked her up and ran towards the infirmary.

Many classmates also ran along, and the scene was extremely grand.

Wenzhu's eyes lit up when she saw clearly who was in the physical education teacher's arms.

The whole person was extremely excited.

I cursed her in my heart, "Go to hell! Go to hell!"