reverse crush

After the [-]th day of the first lunar month, the national-level disaster film "Start School" has been put on the agenda across the country.

On the opening day of Minghui Middle School, the wind blew in Jincheng, the temperature dropped sharply, and there was no sense of warm winter anymore. This timely added a layer of sadness to the Xinxin atmosphere that the school painstakingly created.

"A new semester, a new beginning" is a cliché, but Pei Zhenyan failed to get off to a good start, and rushed all the way into the teaching building with a sense of urgency on the verge of being late. Resounding over the campus.

The teaching building is divided into three buildings by grade, each building has five classes on each floor, and there is a staircase, a toilet and an office at the end of the corridor on both sides.

Pei Zhenyan's Grade [-] Class is located in the third classroom from the east on the second floor, and the school gate is on the east. Right now, it is undoubtedly faster to walk up the nearby east stairs, but he walked through the corridor on the first floor amidst the ringing of bells, and walked straight to the classroom. Benxi Stairs.

The classes on the first floor saw an afterimage flashing outside the window, and they had already reached the top of the west staircase. They started up the third step and rushed up to the second floor in a few strokes.

There was only a whiff of electrical noise that was on the verge of stopping, but it was a pity that people were not as good as heaven. Standing in front of the back door of the classroom of Class [-] and [-], Pei Zhenyan squeezed out a powerless "grass" from between his teeth.

Which way is the back door closed by the freezing ghost, so I don’t know how to wear more clothes because of the cold.

The new head teacher on the podium frowned deeply.

The former chemistry teacher and homeroom teacher of Class [-], Grade [-], went on maternity leave. In the new semester, the school sent Tang Ning, who just graduated from graduate school, to take over the post. It was overwhelming at first sight. Yesterday it was reported that the teachers and students had a face-to-face meeting, and the whole class was very happy .

"Pei Zhenyan, why are you late on the first day of school?" Tang Ning poked his head out from the front door of the classroom.

According to the rules established by the report, boys are fined 100 push-ups and 20 school rules for being late.

It's no wonder how much deterrence a young and beautiful female teacher can have. Pei Zhenyan calmly greeted her: "Teacher, I'm not late. I've already knocked on the back door before the bell rang."

"If the bell finishes and you don't enter the classroom, you're late."

"Isn't the corridor the territory of our class?" Pei Zhenyan was full of thirst for knowledge, as if he didn't know it. "Then why did the inspection team pick up scraps of paper in the corridor yesterday and deduct our class points?"

Tang Ning was a little annoyed: "Don't bargain, or you will do 150 push-ups and 30 times the school rules."

Pei Zhenyan still didn't take her seriously. At this time, he was still thinking about winking with the classmate at the window, and then raised his foot to signal to her: "Teacher Tang, please forgive me this time. I save the pocket money for these shoes for a semester. Yes, today is the first day I wear it, and it breaks as soon as I do push-ups."

The boy's tall stature has a full sense of oppression. When he lowers his delicate eyebrows slightly, and his voice is mixed with a specious coquettishness, the aura he exudes is by no means a sign of weakness, but a sense of victory. and ego.

The teacher who just graduated didn't have much experience in life and work, and probably couldn't handle this trick. Tang Ning really showed a embarrassed look on his face.

She thought over and over again, and suggested friendlyly: "You can take off your shoes and do it."

The successful curvature of Pei Zhenyan's mouth, together with the "Thank you, Teacher Tang" that he was about to blurt out, died in the scissor-like spring breeze of February.

A few boys by the window took the lead in bursting into laughter.

Tang Ning turned his neck and shouted into the classroom with a stern voice: "Read your book!"

She changed her face and became unpredictable. Before the students could react, she continued to shoot at the open back door of Class [-] next door: "It's the same with you. What are you looking at? Studying!"

After a moment of silence, the reading decibels of the two classes suddenly increased.

Pei Zhenyan resigned himself to his fate, put his toes on the ground, and several deep creases appeared on the brand new upper of the sneakers.

He didn't care, and didn't even frown.

It can be seen that the complaint just now was pure nonsense.

The boy's clean and slender hands rest on the ground, and his body, which rises and falls at a constant speed, has just the right sense of thinness and strength. On the thin school uniform, the smooth shoulder, neck, arm lines and the shape of the butterfly bone on the back are imitated.

He obviously didn't pay attention to the 100 push-ups. After three to five minutes, he clapped his hands and stood up: "Sister, I'm done."

Breathing slightly, the short stubble was soaked in thin sweat sticking to the skin, and the fair complexion that girls can hardly match showed crimson blood.

Tang Ning's face changed, and he looked around nervously: "I told you eight hundred times, the school called me..."

"Teacher Tang." Pei Zhenyan changed his words in a polite manner, "Teacher Tang, do you think I can go in?"

Tang Ning rolled his eyes: "Didn't you add it to 150 just now?"

"Thank you, Teacher Tang." Pei Zhenyan picked up the schoolbag on the ground and threw it over his shoulder with a playful smile, as if he didn't understand the words.

During the process, his eyes met the back door of the seventh class next door, and he couldn't count how many heads were huddled behind the erected books, twisting their necks to watch him play, and gloating was written on every face.

Classes [-] and [-] are sibling classes, and they share all the teachers except the physical education teacher. The reason for not sharing the physical education teacher is that the physical education class is at the same time. But since the second class was assigned to the next class, the two classes have been fighting The discord, after a semester of fermentation, has long since evolved into a situation of inconsistency. The two sides occupy the two ends of the [-]th line of the corridor to demarcate the Chu River Han boundary, and all kinds of open and secret struggles emerge in endlessly.

So Pei Zhenyan would rather take the risk of being late than take the east stairs, because taking the east stairs means passing through the corridor of the next class, not only him, but all the students in the second and eighth classes of high school will not go up the east stairs to go to the bathroom Never go to the east toilet.

It's like going to the cafeteria to eat or take the physical education class, obviously take the west stairs, but the next class will definitely choose to take the east stairs, because they can't pass the corridor of the eighth class.

It has long been no secret that the two classes are at war with each other. Although the school publicly persuades the students to unite and love each other, in fact, they turn a blind eye to it in private, and their attitude in dealing with conflicts has always been biased towards Gao Gao. Put it down gently.

Because this hostile relationship created a unique sense of internal unity and external competition pressure, driving the students in the two classes to read books like dogs.

There are a total of 20 classes in the second grade of high school, including 12 science classes.

As of the final exam of last semester, six of the top ten in science were students from these two classes, accounting for more than half of the year group, and they dominated the top three positions, becoming a perverted existence beyond the reach of other classes.

As soon as the grade ranking came out, the grade leader was speechless for a long time before murmuring: "This is fucking crazy!"

From the teacher in charge to the principal, who would dare to pat their chests and say that they have no eyes to hope that the fire will burn even more vigorously, and it is best to burn all the students in the two classes to Tsinghua University and Peking University.

The teaching office even secretly prodded several times to encourage all the teachers in the school to find ways to stir up conflicts among the fraternal classes.

Regrettably, with little success.

Class [-] and Class [-] have the best time, place and people, and it is difficult to copy them. This is the only one.

On the first day of school, Pei Zhenyan was punished for being late, and the class next door couldn't wait to do Yangko to celebrate.

The class teacher next door, who was watching the excitement from the window, was well versed in how to stir up trouble, so he said at the right time, "Why hasn't Lu Zhi come yet? He came and I punished him with two hundred push-ups."

Taking Lu only for surgery, the arrogance of the next class was brutally slaughtered.

Lu Zhi and Pei Zhenyan, the epitome of Class [-] and Class [-], also take turns to be the first in the grade, the same far behind the third, and the same teachers are happy to hear.

Same discord.

Although there was no apparent dispute, everyone in Minghui Middle School knew that Class [-] and Class [-] became the current situation, and the two were the instigators who did their part.

In the first year of high school, the two were in Class 1 and Class 20 respectively. The distance between them was far apart. In addition, they were not divided into arts and sciences. nothing.But when the second division of high school, the two took off on the spot without any shortcomings, and the situation that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers officially formed, and they were assigned to the next class without dying.

The two of them are both people with a halo of collective cohesion. Within a few days of school, they successfully raised their personal grievances to the collective level.

From then on, Classes [-] and [-] were screaming and killing, and there was no peace in Banjiang. No matter how introverted a female student entered these two classes, she had to become a saint.

Minghui has a rival in Jincheng: Jialan Middle School.Minghui is a private school, and Jialan is a public school. For decades, the two high schools have competed for students and teachers. Winning by a slight advantage, it has been a long time since they have been able to hand over the answer sheet to the people of Jincheng who is the number one middle school in the city. It is a bit similar to the relationship between Class [-] and Class [-].

But at least Pei Zhenyan's class, because of a god-level bug, judging from the recent entrance exams and the development trend of classes seven and eight, Minghui's chances of winning are almost certain.

The whole school firmly believed that the old headmaster wanted to set up a ring for Pei Zhenyan and Lu Zhi with his own hands, and he would definitely be the audience who shouted the hardest: "Fight, haven't you eaten? Give me a hard fight!"

Pei Zhenyan did one hundred push-ups and laughed at two hundred push-ups, and those who rushed to the back door of Class Seven tilted their heads provocatively.

Under the thin light of the warm winter sun, his face was clear and clear, and his black pupils were golden.

The burly male student at the back door of Class [-] was stunned for a moment, and after realizing it, he cursed in frustration: "Ci'ao——"

Tang Ning left after solving the attendance problem. As soon as she left, the eighth class collectively boiled over, analyzing the behavior of the new head teacher and how to deal with it in the future, those who hadn't seen each other during the winter vacation, and those who greeted Pei Zhenyan, everything.

"Fuck, 100 push-ups are done?"

"Young man has good physical strength, you will be lucky to have a girlfriend in the future!"

Pei Zhenyan joked all the way and walked to the side of his seat, and his deskmate came over as soon as he sat down.

The tablemate is Lu Zhi, a revolutionary comrade who played games with Pei Zhenyan until four o'clock last night.

"You came so early." Lu Zhi said curiously, "We were just betting on which class you would come in the morning."

Speaking of this, Pei Zhenyan is speechless. He really made up his mind to sleep late in the morning. Who would have thought that Ms. Tang Wanyue, a busy person in his family, would be very free today. He would be very unlucky if she was very free, and today is no exception, Ms. Tang After calling him three times but failing to wake him up, he actually found a hammer and smashed his door lock, and then drove straight in and grabbed him from the bed.

He now suspects that his father divorced her just to save his life.

Pei Zhenyan was about to pour out his bitterness, when Lu Zhi suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed, "It's not fair at all! Why did you stay up all night and still get pink!"

Also, he didn't get enough sleep, Lu Zhi's face was swollen, he had seven or eight pimples, and his two dark circles almost hung on his chest. On the other hand, Pei Zhenyan's appearance was unscathed, and his half-drooped eyelids made him look lazy. The effect of staying up late seems to be just another way of handsome.

Pei Zhenyan didn't have time to complain about his mother: "What's the matter with fans?"

From time to time, Lu Zhi uses uncommon words to expand Pei Zhenyan's knowledge. For example, his WeChat nickname is "The Miserable Green Boy". The title of Zai turned out to be an idiom referring to a handsome and vigorous young talent.

"Pink light." Lu Zhi took the initiative to explain, "It means that the skin color is pink and shiny."

Pei Zhenyan: "..."

"Good words, appropriate." The front desk also turned his head, his eyes were a little obscene that only a man could understand, and he stared at Pei Zhenyan, "I hate it so much."

Lu Zhi found a resonance: "Yes, I hate it too."

Pei Zhenyan took out the Chinese documents from the desk, signed his name on the title page, and asked without raising his head, "What do you hate?"

Sensing the danger, Lu Zhi shut his mouth tightly and remained silent.

"I hate that you are not a daughter." Compared with Lu Zhi, the front desk seemed very reckless, and at the end he added a tearful accusation, "You are reckless!"

Pei Zhenyan sneered, stretched his legs, and kicked the chair on the front table violently. The front table was undefended, screaming and rushing forward with the chair, hitting the table without breaking his ribs.

Lu Zhi's ignorance immediately changed to one side, and he helped Pei Zhenyan to fight against the enemy: "Even if it's a woman, will it be your turn to be a crooked melon?"

"If you don't have it, it's your uncle." Pei Zhenyan didn't appreciate it, and kicked Lu Zhi's chair, but Lu Zhi's tonnage was too heavy, like a pin that held the sea, standing upright.

The Chinese teacher just came out from the back door of the next class and entered the eighth class. He had a panoramic view of the fight between the three, and said dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing? Do you want to give you another month's winter vacation? I don't believe that you will pass the next exam like this. Go next door."

As soon as the trump card came out, the reading aloud from Class [-] and [-] in Senior High was like a thunderclap on the ground.

Within two seconds, the decibels in the room next door suddenly increased.

The Chinese teacher was attacked by the enemy, and almost shouted deaf on the spot, so he could only cover his ears in regret.

The seventh class and the eighth class had to fight over everything, and they were in a state of restlessness all day long over the mess of ordering old sesame seeds and rotten millet.Logically speaking, there are two good-looking people in the two classes, Lu Zhi and Pei Zhenyan, who can tear each other to the death for the school's most unchanging top-level hot topic in the school era, but the two classes Showed unreasonable innocence.

Because Lu Zhi and Pei Zhenyan are not in the same competition area at all.

If Lu is only among the more than 1000 boys in the school, there may still be one or two contenders for the school grass, then Pei Zhenyan's Minghui school beauty can be said to be undisputed.

Thanks to the overly delicate facial features and the facial tone with red lips and white teeth, even if it is not a feminine appearance, Pei Zhenyan's first impression is that she is beautiful, a beauty that is not in the same dimension as the same sex, and it is a bit wasteful to describe it as "school grass". He looks beautiful.

When Pei Zhenyan first entered high school, the title of school beauty was just a joke among friends.

Then one day, a topic called "the most beautiful high school student" in Jincheng's local forum suddenly became popular, and all high schools actively participated.

The principal said with a smile, "Pei Zhenyan is beautiful, what's the matter with the girls", the original intention was to hope that the students would stop participating in these things that had nothing to do with learning, but he pushed Pei Zhenyan to the forefront. Student Hui is regarded as the flower of Jincheng City, and the title of school flower of Minghui is even welded to him.

"Pei Zhenyan, why aren't you a woman." This is the sigh that almost every same-sex friend who has been close to Pei Zhenyan has sighed.

Except for Lu Zhi, Lu Zhi never said it.

I forgot to mention that Lu Zhi was Pei Zhenyan's best friend.

The best, none of them.