Years Know Long Summer

It's not every day that there is a full martial arts show on the first day of school.

The students in Class [-] craned their necks to look at each other, and their discussions buzzed like flies in a garbage dump.

Teacher Wang had no choice but to tap the blackboard eraser on the podium a few times: "Don't worry about the affairs of the opposite class. They still have a lot of troubles after Class [-]. Watch every play, so you don't have to study."

"Yes..." The students turned their heads back reluctantly, but the peripheral vision in the corner of their eyes was lingering.

Don't blame them, the opponent played really well.

A tall boy fought with one against three, and his fists and feet were vigorous.

I saw that the boy first grabbed the head of the leader and slammed it heavily on his raised knee.Before letting go, he raised his leg and kicked from the back, hitting the attacker in the chest, making him roll.

Then he pushed the person in his hand towards the last boy, and while the two of them collided into a ball, he jumped up.

With one foot on his knee, he turned around and kicked the opponent flying with the back of his foot.

It took less than five seconds before and after, three movements, three opponents, all in one go.

"Wow—" Most of the junior high school was in a commotion.

The heads of the students were all crowded at the window, like a flock of ducks waiting to be fed.

Applauding, whistling, complaining, and the scolding of the teachers, all kinds of voices converged into a mighty heat wave, rushing towards the boy standing on the field from the tall buildings on three sides.

The boy was tall and straight, with his head held high and his chest held high, with an expression of indifference.

It's a pity that within a few seconds of being cool, he was grabbed by the head teacher who rushed out and carried him away.

After class at noon, Lin Zhixia was called to the office by Teacher Wang.

"Sit down." Teacher Wang pointed to the stool by the desk, "Don't be nervous, the teacher is just chatting with you about your study plan."

Lin Zhixia sat quietly, like a shy little girl.

This little boy is very smart, he knows what kind of teacher likes what kind of students best.

A middle-aged lady who is in menopause like Teacher Wang has accumulated power for a long time, and she must be the one who talks about it no matter at school or at home.

When she was stubborn, he showed weakness.

Older women can't restrain their vigorous maternal love for well-behaved and smart boys.

Looking at Lin Zhixia's delicate face and gentle and sensible eyebrows, Teacher Wang felt like an old hen protecting her cubs.

I like it and feel distressed.

It is difficult for a poor family to produce a noble son.

She has taught several students like Lin Zhixia before.

Talented and intelligent, hard-working, precocious, and sensible enough to make people feel distressed - because the family is very poor.

But because of the poor family background and uneducated parents, the children can only rely on their own talents to fight, and compete with others single-handedly and with bare hands.

Tutoring classes from famous teachers, excellent extracurricular tutoring materials, various quality training...all have nothing to do with them.

So they were selected layer by layer, and they were inevitably one and a half steps behind their competitors in the competition.

But the more this is the case, the one who can still excel, that is the real talent.Lin Zhixia is one of such gifted students.

Teacher Wang used to have a student who only had a grandmother who picked up garbage at home, but he was admitted to Peking University at the age of 16, and he is one of the golden signs of the Ninth Middle School.

Lin Zhixia is 12 years old and started a little late.But judging from the results of the preliminary examination, he was not much worse than his genius senior brother.

As long as Lin Zhixia can move forward steadily and get enough resources to irrigate, it is very likely that he will soar into the sky and create another monument for the Ninth Middle School.

Teacher Wang said: "Your father said that you are very sensible, and let us talk to you directly about anything. Our teachers of various subjects have held meetings about your situation and have formulated a set of exclusive teaching plans for you. Your liberal arts Slightly weak, very good at math..."

Teacher Wang was a little excited.It's like betting on a stone to cut out a good material. Now it's time to carve it with a knife.

Lin Zhixia is the treasure that the Ninth Middle School snatched a lot of money from the Second Middle School and the Seventh Middle School.

The three middle schools are the top middle schools in the city and even in the whole province, and they have always been the three kingdoms.

The No. [-] Middle School has been at a disadvantage in recent years. Last year, the No. [-] and No. [-] teams teamed up to hold them on the ground in a competition.

Lin Zhixia was lucky, and met a good opportunity from the Ninth Middle School to spend a lot of money to find talented students.Got a talent in Ninth High School, and Lin Zhixia also made a small fortune.

Teacher Wang continued: "About the competition, it is very important to get into a good school. The teachers have also made a detailed plan for you. You should continue to participate in the Olympiad class first. Teacher Zhang is very experienced in leading the team. As for physics and Chemistry, you learned some from your elementary school teacher before, right? That’s good, in your situation, you don’t have to wait until the second year of junior high to learn..."

This is the difference between poor kids and rich kids.

As far as Lin Zhixia's class is concerned, most of them are scholarship students. In fact, most of them are children from wealthy families and teachers' children.

Children are smart, and parents are willing to spend money and resources. Children have participated in various competitions since they were young, and won various trophies. Some students even obtained patents for technological inventions.

During the summer vacation, when Lin Zhixia went around the streets to deliver milk and buy boxed lunches, those children traveled all over the world with their parents, visiting famous schools, museums, seeing mountains, rivers and oceans...

But those children are all finished products carefully crafted by their parents, only Lin Zhixia is still an embryo.

Lin Zhixia has been trained well, and 100% of the credit goes to the Ninth Middle School!

"The school has a lot of confidence in you, Lin Zhixia." Teacher Wang said emotionally, "Although you started a bit late, you are only in the first grade of junior high school, and there is still a lot of room for growth in the future. Although the school has just started..."

"Your skin was itchy on the first day of school, didn't you?" A loud roar interrupted Teacher Wang's words.

At the other end of the office, four boys lined up, squatting against the wall.

The tall, handsome guy with green eyes at the beginning was Sheng Lang.

The head teacher of Class [-] is a tall, fat man with burning eyes and puffing nostrils, which makes people worry about his blood pressure.

He paced back and forth in front of the students, cursing like an angry pit bull.

The rest of the teachers were not surprised by the situation.Teacher Wang cleared his throat and continued chanting to Lin Zhixia.

From the first year of junior high school to the third year of high school, the ninth class of every age is a den of goblins.

Students with special discounts, related households, special admissions for arts and sports, and students allocated by the school district according to the headcount are mostly concentrated in the last few classes.

The students in Class Nine were at the bottom of the grades, but they were the No.1 students who caused trouble.

Fighting is the most common and trivial thing, bullying classmates, stealing, dropping out of school, and even a little girl getting pregnant, no one in Class Nine will fall.

Now the Ministry of Education is very strict, and teachers are not allowed to punish students corporal punishment, so the students who commit crimes are taken to the office, and they are all in a hurry.

The beautiful name is: self-cultivation and self-cultivation.

Sheng Lang was very angry in his dantian, and his head was splashed by the head teacher's spittle.

Lin Zhixia obediently listened to Teacher Wang's talk about her "Study Master Cultivation Plan".

When Teacher Wang finally finished speaking, Sheng Lang and the others had already been let go.

Lin Zhixia walked out of the office and was looking around when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Who are you looking for, bottle boy?"

Sheng Lang was standing in the stairwell next to the office, lazily leaning against the wall, grinning at Lin Zhixia, his green eyes rippling.

In the cafeteria, Lin Zhixia picked up the dishes in the bowl with chopsticks, while looking at Sheng Lang's red ears.

"Didn't you say it's better not to fight?"

"You don't understand." Sheng Lang said seriously, "When I first came here, I had to fight. I don't need to fight in the future, but I have to let them know that I can fight, so they won't dare to provoke me."

It seems quite reasonable.Lin Zhixia was unable to refute for a while.

Lin Zhixia doesn't fight, but he grew up in the same environment as Sheng Lang, and he knows that some fights must be fought.

Beasts have their own rules of survival.

"But, I have to remember."

"Verbal warning." Sheng Lang said, "Those little bastards bullied their female classmates and pulled their skirts. The old pig didn't make things difficult for me because I acted for him."

"Old pig?"

"Our homeroom teacher is surnamed Zhu."

Lin Zhixia recalled the tall fat uncle, and thought it was quite vivid.

Lin Zhixia smiled: "Your coach is Lao Sun, and your homeroom teacher is Lao Zhu. Later, together with Monk Tang and Monk Sha, we will form a Journey to the West."

Sheng Lang said: "The dean's surname is Tang."

Lin Zhixia: "..."

Several young boys walked over shoulder to shoulder, and slowed down as they passed Sheng Lang's table.

"Brother Wolf." There was awe in the boys' voices.

Sheng Lang didn't even raise his eyelids, he just murmured, very much like a big brother.

The boys laughed and walked away.

"Brother Wolf?" Lin Zhixia laughed.

Sheng Lang really has him.On the first day of entering the school, he quickly beat up the class bully, killed chickens to make an example of monkeys, and shocked the entire junior high school. Now he even has the nickname of Jianghu.

"Students are just shouting for fun." Sheng Lang was indifferent, but there was still a bit of complacency in his eyes.

After all, he was only 13 years old.

Sheng Lang became famous in the first battle, and even the high school knew that there was a handsome mixed-race guy who could fight well in the first day of junior high school.

In a huge middle school with thousands of students, there are quite a few boys who can beat, but not many are particularly handsome.

Sheng Lang is no ordinary school bully yet.Seeing injustice, he beat the school bully all over the ground. This move was very chivalrous, which to a large extent offset the loss of points for his poor grades, and made the girls' affection for him sharply increase.

So, for him, Ninth High School made a small sensation.

After class, outside Class Nine, there was a crowd of people, all boys who came here admiringly, and girls who came here admiringly.

Lin Zhixia went to look for Sheng Lang, and it took a little effort to squeeze into the front row.

The last time he worked so hard to squeeze through the crowd was to go to the zoo to see giant pandas with his classmates.

Sheng Lang sat in the last row by the window.

Outside the window of Class Nine is a sparse bamboo forest with green leaves and plenty of sunlight, which is a natural and good background.

Under the contrast of light and shadow, Sheng Lang's profile is beautiful and picturesque, with deep eyes, high nose, and long eyelashes.The racial advantage derived from his father's blood makes his appearance easily surpass the existing school girls of the Ninth Middle School.

The food for the swimming team is good, and they train indoors.Sheng Lang's skin became whiter again, and his cheeks became much plumper.

Sheng Lang's lips were sharp-edged, plump and naturally bright red.But because the facial features are tough, they don't have the slightest femininity.

"It's like someone in a comic." Lin Zhixia heard a girl whisper.

"Is he really a freshman? Like a high school student."

Sheng Lang's ears twitched, and he looked up.

The crowd outside the classroom was a little commotion.

"Wow, the eyes are really green!"

"Look here! He's here!"

Sheng Lang indifferently scanned the faces outside the window, and quickly settled on a face in the corner.

His eyes lit up, and a gentle smile climbed onto his handsome face.

This smile seemed to release some kind of invisible shock wave, and the people in the corridor made another "hum".

Sheng Lang threw the comic book in his hand into the drawer, pulled out the chair, and strode towards the back door.

The crowded crowd in front of the window hastily dispersed.

The little girls tried to cover up and hid aside, but couldn't help but continue to look at them secretly.

But Sheng Lang only had one person in his eyes.

He walked up to Lin Zhixia and raised his thick eyebrows: "Why?"

Before Lin Zhixia could answer, a thick male voice sounded from behind him and above his head.

"You are Sheng Lang, right? Come with me."

The crowd was like a flock of frightened chickens, flapping their wings and scattering away.In the exposed corridor, stood two tall and burly high school boys.

Behind them, there were three bruised and swollen heads. They were the three boys who were used by Sheng Lang to show their prestige and beat them all over the ground.

The author has something to say:

The content of junior high school is not long, a few chapters will pass, and then it will be love in high school~~

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