I was pressed to the ground to eat Amway

A [-]-word self-criticism is simply a piece of cake for Shen Qingchuan. Even though the evening self-study has already ended, Shen Qingchuan still completed this task perfectly just by working an hour of night work in the dormitory .

To use Wang Keming's words to describe it, it is that the handwriting is neat, the language is beautiful, and the most important point is that Shen Qingchuan has not deviated from the topic.

The whole article perfectly expressed Shen Qingchuan's apology to Zheng Kai, and his deep condemnation for breaking the school rules.

If Wang Keming hadn't watched Shen Qingchuan indifferently write the self-criticism while fighting the landlord, he might really have thought that Shen Qingchuan was really serious about self-criticism.

The next day, when Shen Qingchuan went to hand in the self-criticism, Wang Keming also followed.But it's a pity, Li Xian didn't even look at it, and just stuffed it into the drawer in front of Shen Qingchuan.

After stuffing the self-criticism into the drawer, Li Xian continued to read the newspaper with his head down: "I know you must have written this thousand-word self-criticism, and I guess you haven't apologized to that poor student in your class, but anyway You have completed your mission."

"Don't forget, ask your parents to come to school on Monday and go back."

Li Xian's attitude is quite indifferent, showing the image of a middle-aged old man who has nothing to do every day and fishes in troubled waters to live his life.

Wang Keming looked at it quite frighteningly. After all, with his sensitive emotional tentacles, the result of his detection was: Li Xian didn't like Shen Qingchuan very much.

But Shen Qingchuan acted as if Li Xian liked him very much, he responded to Li Xian with a smile: "I remember, teacher."

Wang Keming's small tentacles trembled sensitively again: Why does this sentence sound like a threat?

After returning to the classroom, Wang Keming discovered something more obvious: everyone in his class began to avoid Shen Qingchuan either obviously or cautiously.

After the afternoon, this was reflected even more profoundly.

Because when the physical education class started in the afternoon, people in other classes began to secretly isolate Shen Qingchuan.

This was what worried Wang Keming the most at the beginning.

The students' isolation of Shen Qingchuan was not because Shen Qingchuan had made a move on Zheng Kai, Zheng Kai was not yet powerful enough to affect so many people.

This is because of tags.

Fighting in class itself is a label of a bad student, which will make many people instinctively avoid the master who has this label.

And the most terrifying thing is...

After physical education class, Wang Keming and Shen Qingchuan leaned against the fence beside the playground to replenish water.

Wang Keming drank the school's direct drinking water from a disposable cup, while Shen Qingchuan bought a can of Coke.

Just when Shen Qingchuan was about to finish his coke, the two of them walked up to two high school boys who Wang Keming already knew his name when he first entered the school.

The reason why Wang Keming knew about these two people was because they were well-known gangsters in Provincial No. [-] Middle School.

When they walked past Shen Qingchuan and Wang Keming, Shen Qingchuan just finished drinking the Coke, so Shen Qingchuan crushed the Coke can casually, and then threw another long shot into the trash two meters away from him bucket.

When the soda can was just thrown into the trash can, it accidentally touched the wall of the trash can, and the sound it made at this time was a bit muffled.So, it spun around inside, and hit the bottom unwillingly, this time it finally made a crisp sound.

This crisp sound not only made the two punks who were supposed to pass by notice the trash can not far away, but also made them notice Shen Qingchuan who was less than three meters away from them.

So, they waved to Shen Qingchuan with goodwill.

One of the slightly shorter boys even smiled at Shen Qingchuan: "Shen Qingchuan? I know about you. You beat up a boy in your class yesterday in evening self-study."

That's the scariest thing.

Bad labels will not only make many ordinary people want to alienate Shen Qingchuan, but also make many people who have bad labels like Shen Qingchuan get closer to him.

Wang Keming looked at Shen Qingchuan worriedly.

As a result, Shen Qingchuan raised his eyebrows and said:

"Then why don't you try to see if I can beat you here?"

The young classmate Wang Keming once again had the urge to rush up and cover Shen Qingchuan's mouth.

However, Wang Keming's rationality did not allow Wang Keming to do this, instead he was urging Wang Keming to stay away from Shen Qingchuan.

The tall bastard standing next to the short one couldn't believe he just heard this sentence: "Huh? Shen Qingchuan, what were you talking about just now?"

Do I need to ask again?

"Shen Qingchuan said he wanted to fight."

It wasn't Wang Keming who answered the question, it was the short bastard who answered it.

The short gangster continued: "Shen Qingchuan, I have admired your name for a long time, and you really live up to your name."

Shen Qingchuan chuckled: "My name is Shen Qingchuan, what's wrong with this name?"

"You know, the name I mentioned is not this name." The short gangster obviously knew something: "I heard your name three years ago, and the Taoist said that you are very secretive?"

what?

three years ago?

Three years ago, Shen Qingchuan had just transferred to xx middle school.What's up with him?

"If I really hide myself, you won't even know me."

Shen Qingchuan tilted his head slightly: "On the road? What is on the road? They're just a bunch of gangsters with machetes doing nothing."

After speaking, Shen Qingchuan seemed to have thought of something funny, and continued to smile and said: "If you use the street to describe it, I think it will be more appropriate."

Wang Keming stood aside and felt that he was in a fog. What a blessing it was that the preparatory bell for class rang.

This grotesque conversation ended here.

This class is a math class.

And Wang Keming had a strange dream in this math class.

He seemed to be dreaming that he was in a desert, looking around at an endless sea of ​​sand.

There is nothing on the desolate Gobi, even if there are only a few solitary Populus euphratica standing alone.

Wang Keming felt that he was very thirsty, but he couldn't find any water, so he could only shouted into the sky needlessly: "I'm so thirsty."

At this moment, a white deer suddenly sprang out from the Gobi behind Wang Keming.

This white deer has huge and beautiful horns, and its white fur is spotless.

The white deer walked towards Wang Keming gracefully, and finally stopped quietly in front of him.

A white deer?

This dream is really quite strange.

That's what Wang Keming thought. He knew he was dreaming, because he knew it was impossible for him to go to the desert, just like he knew it was impossible for him to meet such a beautiful white deer.

The white deer first ran around Wang Keming in small steps, and then stepped forward and bit the zipper of Wang Keming's school uniform with its teeth.

At the beginning, Wang Keming was taken aback by the sudden movement of the white deer, and then his focus was shifted to another point.

So, why am I still wearing a school uniform?

But soon, Wang Keming couldn't pay attention to anything.

Because the white deer began to pull him forward vigorously.

"Hey, slow down."

Obviously, Wang Keming couldn't keep up with the movements of this white deer.

"Where are you taking me?"

The white deer made no sound at all.

"Oh, I forgot you were a white stag."

There was no way, Wang Keming could only pant and follow behind the white deer.

His feet felt like they had been filled with lead. Although there was a white deer pulling him, Wang Keming still felt that he could not keep up with the white deer in front of him.

Running, Wang Keming began to feel a white light appearing in front of his eyes.

In a trance, Wang Keming seemed to have returned to the class break when the English test ended more than half a month ago.

But the difference is that Shen Qingchuan's surroundings are no longer just surrounded by a few people in twos and threes.

There were countless people between him and Wang Keming, they were swaying, and their figures were swaying.

The same thing is, Shen Qingchuan was still obstructed by the crowd, in the gap between the crowd, talking to him lying on the table.

"What did you say?! I can't hear anything!"

Everything seemed to have been muted. Even though he was in such a chaotic and noisy environment, Wang Keming still felt like he couldn't hear anything.

No matter what Shen Qingchuan said to him or the noise of the surrounding crowd, Wang Keming just felt that he couldn't hear anything.

What is even more different from the reality is that although Wang Keming did not hear what Shen Qingchuan told him, Shen Qingchuan heard what Wang Keming said to him.

Then, this Shen Qingchuan, like Wang Keming now, turned his face to his arm on the table.

He was looking at Wang Keming intently.

At this time, the surrounding crowd really seemed to have been pressed the pause button, except for Shen Qingchuan, everyone became the background cloth.

And Shen Qingchuan repeated that sentence again between the other two people who were suspended.

"But I still can't hear."

Wang Keming continued to speak helplessly.

So, Shen Qingchuan slowed down his speaking speed this time.

Wang Keming mouthed Shen Qingchuan cautiously.

"You...are...again..."

"You're peeking at me again... this time..."

"You're peeking at me again, don't play tricks this time... just treat it as...before...with me..."

"You're peeking at me again, don't play tricks this time, just treat it as equal to me peeking at you before."

Wang Keming finally heard from his own mouth this time, what Shen Qingchuan wanted to say to him that day.

He repeated this sentence over and over again several times.

"This time? Before?"

What does it mean?

Wang Keming was confused, he raised his head and wanted to ask Shen Qingchuan again.

But he saw Shen Qingchuan covering his mouth with the other hand, his eyes were crooked with a smile, as if they were filled with spring water after the winter snow melted.

Then, the voice of the math teacher waking him up came down from his ears.

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