two-way straight girl

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Book Title: Two-Way Straight Daughter

Author: Andu Feishen

Copywriter:

Two-way secret love essay.

Two women who thought they had been unrequitedly in love for more than ten years reunited after a long-planned confession.

Restraint and gentle school bully attack x Tsundere loyal dog school bully shou

Content tags: special liking near water towers small door small household growth

Search keywords: Protagonist: Ji Zhoubai, Lin Mu┃Supporting role: ┃Others:

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☆, a prologue that you can skip

The author has something to say: the second one is the main text in high school, you don't need to read this...

"In high school, we were in the same class. I was in the first row, and she was in the bottom row. There was no intersection between us."

Lin Mu doesn't want to recall much, but it's night now, and it's easy to be sad at night. The nurse pinches her leg and massages it. Only her window on the second floor of the nursing home is still bright.

Lin Mu turns 30 today.

Today during the day:

Lin Mu celebrates his birthday every year, and the nursing home makes dumplings with joy just like Chinese New Year. Looking out from the glass on the second floor, a group of people have gathered at the gate to welcome the lady.

The nurse rolled the dumpling wrappers with skillful skills. The round and smooth doughs were shot out like spaceships, and they were launched whizzingly in their hands. They glanced at Lin Mu and said, "Miss Ji is coming today, come on." Zhou called and said today is still the same as before."

A piece of dumpling wrapper flew to Lin Mu. Lin Mu took it, held it in his palm, and spread a spoonful of meat filling on the wrapper: "She is too exaggerated, and you are spoiling her to bother other patients."

"No one usually comes here," another woman recuperating in a nursing home continued. She changed hands and placed the wrapped dumplings on the chopping board. They were lined up side by side, with spinach juice and noodles, like a row of rapeseed. "I've seen her before." Two sides, who is she to you?"

Lin Mu wiped his hands and got up: "I'll go see if the water is boiling."

The nurse snorted and said, "That's all right, all right, don't ask."

Four or five women in the room watched Lin Mu turn into the kitchen, and asked without hesitation: "Who is Miss Ji?"

The woman who knew about it thought for a while: "Lin Mu's friend, every year on Lin Mu's birthday, he will come here to buy gifts for everyone in the hospital. One person is particularly troublesome, and he is still tossing about what kind of birthday party he wants to have at night. Every year Just come once, and you won’t see it any other time.”

"Does Lin Mu still have friends?" A woman was so surprised that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear, "Her mother doesn't even come to see her, but friends?"

Lin Mu came back to continue making dumplings. She heard everyone talking about it. In recent years, she had to listen to the gossip every year, and she was used to it.

But from the first year to this year, she has never responded, who is the legendary Miss Ji.

Not long after graduation, Lin Mu moved into this nursing home, and after nine years, Ji Zhoubai would walk three miles to celebrate her every year after getting on the plane, reversing the train, taking the bus, and then taking a taxi.Because she needed to be quiet and didn't leave a contact information, every time Ji Zhoubai called, she was often taking a walk, so she only contacted once a year.

According to the usual practice, Ji Zhoubai spends the day when he visits her every year like this:

Ji Zhoubai dragged big and small bags into the door, distributed gifts, and then broke into the activity center with empty hands to find her who makes dumplings every year.

She routinely told Ji Zhoubai some things that she hadn't finished talking about last year, and then greeted everyone's gossip, and then avoided talking about it.

Ji Zhoubai started to mess around with her birthday party, and called Yamashita to say that the cake was ready to be delivered.

While waiting for the cake, I said hello to the people in the nursing home one by one. The new residents got to know each other, and those who moved out expressed congratulations.

Every year Lin Mu stuck behind her and told her not to be so exaggerated, and Ji Zhoubai routinely went in his left ear and out his right ear.

When the cake was delivered, Ji Zhoubai peeked through a crack to see if it was in the right shape, and then brought it to her.

Singing and dancing with great fanfare, the noisy and noisy birthday party ended, but Ji Zhoubai didn't eat her cake, but only took a symbolic sip for fear of getting fat.

But Ji Zhoubai will definitely whisper after the end that she is going to starve to death, and then urge Lin Mu to go to the kitchen to steal vegetables for her to eat.

When Lin Mu goes to the kitchen, he will make small packages with round lettuce wraps and purple cabbage, scald them in hot water and dip them in soy sauce.After Ji Zhoubai wolfed it down, he would say some nonsense that she would come next year and promise not to be so noisy, and sleep in a ward with her for half the night.

Early the next morning, she had to send Ji Zhoubai down the mountain to catch the bus that only came once a day.

Before getting into the car, Ji Zhoubai would definitely hold her forehead and give her a kiss, and then wave his hands so as not to take away a cloud.

This is the ninth year, her 30th birthday, she has already foreseen everything that will happen today, holding the dumplings and waiting for the bell to ring, at eight o'clock in the morning, Ji Zhoubai will definitely show up at the gate on time.

Clang—the clock is ringing at eight o'clock.

The nurse threw down her dumpling wrapper and rushed to the window to look at the gate from a distance. A group of people were still waiting, but Ji Zhoubai did not appear.

"Maybe there's a traffic jam," she said.

Clang—the clock strikes nine o'clock.

Put the dumplings into the pot one by one, huddle together green and oily, and then jump on the fence while they are steaming hot. Each person puts nine in a bowl and eats first. Those people rush up from the door. Went to the activity center to get a bowl and eat dumplings.

Lin Mu went downstairs with the bowl, took a bite of the dumpling and burned his tongue, breathed out and walked towards the gate.But the nursing home can't leave easily, she has to have her family go through the formalities to take her back.

She sat down through the gate and chatted with the security guard at the gate.

"Miss Ji is afraid that something is wrong."

"It's only nine o'clock." She comforted herself, "Go and eat dumplings, I'll watch here."

It's ten o'clock.

A nurse came over and called her: "Lin Mu is back to do handicrafts! Ms. Ji called and said she won't be here today."

"She won't be able to call?" Lin Mu asked.

The nurse smiled: "You despise people when they come, and think about them if they don't come, you really—"

"Did she say why?"

"I didn't say anything, just said that the cake will be delivered tonight."

"Who wants her cake?" Lin Mu frowned and thought, realizing that in the past few years, he knew too little about Ji Zhoubai, "

Can you call her back? "

The phone beeped twice, and it said, "The user you dialed is not in the service area."

What does it mean not in the service area?

Lin Mu struggled for another afternoon, when the person who delivered the cake came, wearing a red hat and red uniform, wearing green overalls, wearing a big beard to suit the Christmas atmosphere, riding a motorcycle to the door, stretching his neck and waiting for someone, Lin Mu hurried After going down, the man was stunned for a moment: "Are you Miss Ji?"

"No." Lin Mu panted heavily, she was struggling to walk, she ran down in a hurry and exhausted all her strength, she gasped with her hands on her knees, "Where is the phone number Miss Ji left for you?"

"The phone number left here."

"Then which mobile phone number did she use to order the cake?"

"You're not Miss Ji, I can't tell you." The guy raised his beard and smiled, "And I'm a delivery guy. If you ask me, I don't know. You have to check in the store. If she is a member, she can't say for sure. There is information."

Is Ji Zhoubai a member?Do you have to be a member to buy cakes these days?And how many times has Ji Zhoubai changed his phone number?The one she remembered a long time ago was no longer available, and the contact information left after that could not be reached.

It can't be evaporated, can it?

Why don't you come?No explanation?

Are you married?

Lin Mu broke out in a cold sweat.

Not impossible.

She took the cake and walked back stupidly. The cake was divided among everyone. She made a wish before cutting the cake, hoping that Ji Zhoubai would come again at night.

In the evening, Ji Zhoubai did not come.

Lin Mu interrogated himself, did he behave too distantly so that Ji Zhoubai felt that she couldn't be friends anymore?

In the past nine years, she really didn't try to get any personal information from Ji Zhoubai.

She touched her conscience and asked herself, did she leak the secret somewhere to let Ji Zhoubai see that Lin Mu had that kind of affection for her with malicious intentions?

Ji Zhoubai is straight and hard, she has never dared to take a step over the thunder pool, she has never been drunk and talked nonsense, and she has never had the problem of talking in her sleep to reveal her secret blasphemy towards Ji Zhoubai!

It was fine before.Why didn't you come all of a sudden?

He didn't say why, and he didn't mention what happened to her every time.If you can't come, you won't come, don't give a reason, and don't consider that she has been out of the Internet and mobile phones for a long time, and there is no way to find her.

Lin Mu felt that something was wrong.But she likes Ji Zhoubai, it's a secret that only she knows, she can't tell others, so she has to solve it by herself.

After the nurse gave her a massage, she lifted the quilt and stuffed her legs in: "Then just now, if you don't know each other, she can still fly over from abroad every year to see you?"

Lin Mu doesn't like gossip, and rarely picks up.

Miss Ji usually found no such person, and she couldn't get any news from Lin Mu.

The nurse looked at his words and saw that Lin Mu's originally calm face was full of uneasiness. He had some guesses, but was embarrassed to say so, and knocked on the side: "Maybe Ms. Ji is getting married this year?"

Lin Mu's face turned pale, he looked away and didn't speak.

The nurse thought to herself that she had guessed right.

"Let me tell you, Miss Ji has been here for eight years, not counting this year. Every time she comes to see you, you don't contact her. Although we don't have internet here, there is always a way to contact her. If you are worried, why don't you go out and have a look to see what's going on with her, and put your mind at ease, so you don't have to think about it."

"What if she gets married!" Lin Mu had already thought of the worst outcome.

"Then let me wish you generously." The nurse smiled and tucked the quilt up for her, "Anyway, I think Miss Ji is too kind to you, so enviable."

As soon as the nurse left, Lin Mu stayed up until early in the morning, packed up his things and hurriedly went through the formalities.

"Is it okay to be alone?" the dean asked.

Lin Mu's health has almost recovered, but for some reason, she likes the isolated atmosphere of the nursing home, and she lives as a hermit.

"Yes." Lin Mu said firmly.

"That's OK, the family will sign and take you out."

Lin Mu stiffened for a moment: "My mother won't let me go out."

The old-fashioned telephone downstairs rang, and after a while, the nurse shouted, "Lin Mu! Someone is looking for you at the door!"

Lin Mu hurriedly put away the materials and staggered down.

At the door, yesterday's cake delivery boy was dressed conspicuously in red and green. He lifted his beard and handed her a card: "No, Miss Ji's membership card."

Isn't it wrong to come here to give away the membership card?Lin Mu looked at the little brother suspiciously.

The little brother explained: "Miss Ji called and said, let us give you this card as a gift. Then I bought several cakes from us, so I'm sorry not to give it away."

The creamy white card was pasted with paper glue, and a series of numbers were written on it.

"How did she know that I wanted her phone number?" Lin Mu frowned.

"Then who knows, maybe I can't contact you. It's nice to have money."

"What kind of money does she have, prodigal son." Lin Mu cursed, thanked the little brother, and went back to make a phone call.

When the phone was connected, Lin Mu heard laughter on the other end, and scolded people first: "Are you rich? Buy a bunch of cakes just to show me that you are a member?"

The other end stopped smiling.

After a while, the other end suddenly said, "Lin Mu. I'm getting married."

"..." Lin Mu held the phone and remained silent.

"If you don't come... this, I can't support the scene." Ji Zhoubai's voice was all too familiar to her.

It's definitely not someone's prank, it's the real Ji Zhoubai.

"Why don't I go? We don't have a good relationship—" Lin Mu laughed.

"After all, after all...a wedding, no, no bride, isn't it a bit, inappropriate."

Ji Zhoubai was a little nervous and stuttered.

After speaking, there was a long silence.

"Can you, say it again?" Lin Mu suspected that he was crazy, how could he imagine what Ji Zhoubai, the number one straight girl in the universe, said in her heart?

"I said—" Ji Zhoubai drew his voice, "I'm not some pervert, come and come if you like. If not, I'll marry myself alone."

"Huh?" Lin Mu stood at attention holding the phone, "Do you like me?"

"Then, what's the matter? Is it wrong to like you? You won't discriminate against me, right?" Ji Zhoubai was stuttering and nervous, his voice was shaking, unlike the usual Ji Zhoubai.

"Where are you?" Lin Mu's hand holding the phone also trembled, the dean tilted his head to look, and smiled.

"In Luhua, my grandfather's house."

"Hmm." Lin Mu suddenly hesitated.

"I'm here for about a week." Ji Zhoubai suddenly lowered his voice, "You, it's okay if you don't want to come to me. I saw our school, and it's being renovated now." Her words softened, and Lin Mu was in a bit of a mood muffled.

"You're going back to England in a week?"

"Ah."

"are you coming?"

"I can't get out." Lin Mu hung up the phone.

She turned and went out, limped down the stairs, walked four or five steps, and suddenly turned and went upstairs.

After dialing again, the other end smiled: "Scared you? I'm a straight girl, just kidding, it's okay, it's my fault for not seeing you this year, here——"

"Wait."

Ji Zhoubai was quiet for a while: "Lin Mu?"

"Ji Zhoubai, I hate you to death." Lin Mu hung up the phone through gritted teeth.

I told the dean that I went back to my room, I packed my luggage at night, and after the last round of the room in the early morning, I put my backpack on my back and climbed out of the wall.Because my right leg was injured, I couldn't walk fast enough, but I still caught up with the only bus that day.

I found a corner and fell asleep, and it took two hours to get to the county.She dug out a map of China from her luggage, and roughly drew the route, from the county seat to the city by car, from the city to her hometown by train, and then back to Luhua County by car, calculating the time, feeling a little worried.

She was the only passenger on the bus, and the driver was so bored that he struck up a conversation with her: "Sister, are you here to visit relatives?"

"Go get married." Lin Mu held Ji Zhoubai's membership card, memorized the string of numbers by heart, and stuffed it back into his bag viciously.

"Where are you going to get married?"

"A county in the north of China, Luhua."

At the gate of Luhua No. [-] Middle School, Ji Zhoubai looked up and saw the school name on the paint, looked around, the security guard was not looking at her, and took out a school card that had been worn away and could not be seen from the gap between the granite and the iron gate of the school gate .

Lin Mu, Class 10, Grade [-].

The photo was painted in a mess, with a mustache and black eyes.

She stroked the photo on the school card, waiting for Lin Mu to have the courage to step out of the fence and cross half of China to find her.

I like you.

Pull out the photo, and write these four words extremely dignified on the back.

She clutched her school card and put it in her bag, pretending nothing happened, turned her head and left.

Loud cheers came from Luhua No. [-] Middle School. They were about to graduate, jubilant like released monkeys.

She glanced back.

☆, congratulations

The most noisy class in the entire second grade was Class Ten, and Class Ten was the worst class in the entire grade.

The one with the worst grades in the worst class is called Ji Zhoubai.

Ji Zhoubai unzipped the zipper of her school uniform on purpose to show her matching vest, followed by her left and right guardians, she coaxed into the door, and glanced at the only person in the first row who was still asleep.

The girl's back was straight, her hair was neatly combed, and she lowered her head to do the questions. The pen in her hand seemed to be flying, shaking violently. It felt like she was writing something magical. There was a bit of bewildered breath.

Ji Zhoubai looked away, and walked back to his desk with his head held high.Looking at the whole Class Ten from the last row, it’s almost like watching a pot of stinky meat. get out of class time is 10 minutes away. The ones playing cards in the front are sleeping, eating, looking in the mirror and putting on makeup, desperately pressing their mobile phones to send QQ, gossip about love Small talk...and...

educational.

The one who studied was named Lin Mu, and he was the only one in their happy class who was not under the pressure of the college entrance examination, who could compete in the top [-] of the grade.

But Ji Zhoubai didn't have a good impression of her.

Walking through the corridor that day, I heard Lin Mu and her friend say: "There are a lot of art students in our class, and the learning atmosphere is very bad and messy."

The word mess is good, Ji Zhoubai didn't spare his eyes at that time, and gave Lin Mu and her friend one each.

The art student is hooked up with the mess, and the dance student Ji Zhoubai does not admit that he is a mess.

And how are you, Lin Mu, so superior?I swore with my class teacher that I would be in the top ten of the grade, but in the end I didn't even touch the top ten in the grade.

And when friends ask her questions, she always ignores them.

Dead book, pretending to be lofty, bookworm.

Ah.

Just after I finished mocking in my heart, I heard Lin Mu say: "This girl is the bully of our class, that is, the kind of street gangster, don't mess with her."

Ji Zhoubai put the brakes on his feet and turned around, looking down at the two of them: "Apologize."

Lin Mu raised her eyes, her friend had an apple face, she smiled sweetly, and immediately squeezed out a smile: "I'm sorry, we didn't mean to speak ill of you, what Lin Mu meant was, to say, that you have a strong aura. "

Ji Zhoubai stared at Lin Mu, but Lin Mu still stared at her.Ji Zhoubai's impression of this person was the lowest in the class: "What do you say about me?"

"I'm sorry." Lin Mu said.

"Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry." Lin Mu repeated.

This was the first conversation between the two of them as classmates in the past three years of high school.

Ji Zhoubai was too lazy to argue with this kind of nerd who pretended to be aloof, he held his breath in his heart, took a deep breath and exhaled, remembering Lin Mu in his heart.

"Everyone is in Class Ten, so I don't care about it."

Thinking back to that day, Ji Zhoubai couldn't sit still.Li Xiaochuan dragged the stool over and asked her if she would go skating this weekend, Ji Zhoubai said what to go, and we will discuss it next week if there is no time for the weekend.

Li Xiaochuan coughed twice, because he was nearly two meters tall, and the stools and desks did not look like his, so he had to bend down a little to sleep on the desk.

There is an aisle between him and Ji Zhoubai, next to him is Ji Zhoubai's deskmate, the monitor of Class [-], an empty desk, and it's the second day of school and he hasn't come to report yet.Ji Zhoubai moved his butt, raised his leg and kicked Li Xiaochuan: "Aren't you studying? Sleeping here?"

"I'm stupid, and I can't learn it. I plan to learn a craft after graduation." Li Xiaochuan opened his eyes and remained motionless, sank his body steadily on the stool, pouted his buttocks, and fell asleep.

Ji Zhoubai drew a big bastard on Li Xiaochuan's face with a marker.

The class didn't quiet down even after the bell was rung, the class teacher took the eraser and slapped the blackboard, and the chalk dust fell all over the front, and finally drew the eyes of the group of people to himself.He is lean and tall, with a stick like a bamboo pole, wearing a brown corduroy coat, and his 20-year-old leather shoes are still shiny.

"That's enough, let's go to class. Don't stand up, we have to elect a monitor today. Wang Dongqiang has transferred to another school, and then the secretary of the Communist Youth League has to be elected. See who is suitable, and vote democratically."

There was no movement below.

Someone even recalled who Wang Dongqiang was, and exchanged information in a low voice before they suddenly realized.

"No one mentioned it, so I just said it. I think Lin Mu is pretty good. She is the class monitor—"

Ji Zhoubai stood up: "Democratic voting, teacher."

"That line, anonymous, just write a note and hand it in. Lin Mu, come up and vote."

"I'll sing the tickets." Ji Zhoubai said.

"Why are you so active today?" The teacher in charge frowned and looked at her, "Cover me that school uniform of yours! You're wearing all kinds of colorful clothes inside, and I picked out the nail polish, and the books on the table are stacked two floors high. It's too high, cut it down for me."

Ji Zhoubai had already jumped onto the podium, Lin Mu stood on the podium, picked up the chalk automatically and started to draw the orthographic characters.

The sound of paper cutting could be heard all over the class, and Li Xiaochuan's snoring seemed particularly abrupt.Ji Zhoubai broke off two pieces of chalk and aimed at Li Xiaochuan's head crackling.

"Who—who hit me?"

Li Xiaochuan raised his eyes dimly, saw that it was Ji Zhoubai, lost his temper, asked around and found out that he was going to vote for class leader, without a word, tore off a piece of school paper and tore it into small squares, and wrote to Ji Zhou White three words.I hadn't heard anything about anonymous names, so I added "Li Xiaochuan voted".

Ji Zhoubai stood on the podium, staying with Lin Mu.Lin Mu lowered his head as if he didn't know what to write, then after thinking about it, he wrote the three characters Ji Zhoubai.

Ji Zhoubai glanced at it: "Who asked you to write about me? What do you mean? Laughing at people?"

Lin Mu clutched the paper and stepped back: "Be as you want, vote for whatever you want."

She felt that Ji Zhoubai was looking for trouble with the class teacher, so her tone was not kind.She felt that although the teacher in charge had decided that she was not good, but the teacher in charge was the teacher in charge after all, and publicly contradicting her was simply a devil's act.

"What do you mean? I'm bullying my classmates? It means I'm undemocratic and operating internally? I said I want to be the monitor? Did you hear me? Wipe my name off." Ji Zhoubai's voice was raised, all All the students in the class saw her snatching Lin Mu's note on the podium, and they seemed to realize that Ji Zhoubai really wanted to be the class leader, so they couldn't find a top-notch person in the tenth class. If he wanted to take the pot, he filled her up by the way.

To them, it doesn't matter who the head teacher is, let alone the head teacher.

There was a lot of chatter.

Ji Zhoubai snatched Lin Mu's note and read it around, and crossed it with a pen: "I've made it clear, I didn't bully you, I just saw the class teacher and decided that you think it's not fair, I'm fair Supervisor." After speaking, he wrote the word Lin Mu next to his blacked-out name.

Lin Mu said, "You made a typo."

"Then who knows what your name is. Oh, you can study well. It doesn't matter if you write the wrong name. I am uneducated and an art student. Anyway, just get the meaning right." Ji Zhoubai put a stack of papers on the desk , When everyone finished writing, they passed it up row by row, and she covered it under her hands, for fear that Lin Mu would take a peek.

Lin Mu turned his back, paused on the blackboard, and clicked.

Ji Zhoubai began to count the votes: "I—I—how did you vote for me? What's the matter with you, Li Xiaochuan?"

Lin Mu wrote the words Ji Zhoubai on the blackboard, one horizontal and one vertical.

The head teacher said: "You have to be fair and just!"

"Oh old class, come over to supervise." Ji Zhoubai dragged the class teacher over to stare at him, and continued to sing: "I, I, or me."

Already have an orthographic.

The smile on Ji Zhoubai's face is disappearing: "I, I, I, I, don't really be the monitor... I'm such a big bastard."

Touch the last note.

Ji Zhoubai knew it was scribbled by himself.

Read it out, it is better not to read it.

Looking back at the blackboard, there is a string of orthographic characters under my name, and there is no other name.

Do you want to stop reading it?Although Lin Mu hates it, isn't it a bit too much at this time?

Then who would know in advance that no one in the class would give face to the head teacher?

The teacher in charge snatched the ballot: "Lin Mu."

The chalk that Lin Mu pressed on the blackboard broke with a snap.She lowered her head to pick it up, and glanced back: "It's already over half, so there's no need to write."

Ji Zhoubai originally saved her a little face, but when he heard this sentence, he somehow felt that Lin Mu was targeting her, so he turned his head and wrote the word "Lin Mu" on the blackboard, drawing a horizontal line viciously.

A string of straight characters and a horizontal line represent that the two names on the blackboard have formed a bridge starting from today.

Lin Mu raised his eyes slightly, and walked off the podium without saying a word.

The teacher in charge said, "That's just right, Lin Mu should be the party secretary."

Ji Zhoubai didn't say anything this time, and asked the class teacher in a low voice: "Teacher, do you think I'm getting along with her, can you stop fighting?"

"Lin Mu is good at studying. You should study with her more often. Everyone from your city has high eyes but low abilities. You have to study hard and be no worse than her." The head teacher patted her on the shoulder, "Okay, it's decided, let's go to class."

Lin Mu seemed to be trying to maintain the last bit of dignity, he straightened his chest and looked up at the podium, Ji Zhoubai was walking down.

The two looked at each other.

Lin Mu was sitting near the aisle, Ji Zhoubai held down the test question she was holding: "Congratulations."

"Congratulations." Lin Mu responded to her lightly.

"Hey, what are you pretending to do, hit me when you get angry, what are you pretending to be ignorant of others." Ji Zhoubai said in a low voice.

"It's okay, I don't care." Lin Mu turned his face, "Class is over, classmate."

The author has something to say: the next book is "Teaching and Receiving", please click the column to bookmark it!grateful!

Now this time is more than ten years ago, I will keep writing about high school, and I will flash back to the current timeline in the middle ~ I will remind you in small green words, thank you!

☆、"Am I so annoying?"

Class [-] is the last class that competes bravely for morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor.

Senior Class [-] was already a happy class when it was still Senior Class [-].The meaning of the happy class is that here, no one will worry about your studies or your goals. You don’t have to worry about your attendance and your hygiene. You just need to pay the money to go to school obediently without causing trouble. Just wait for a high school diploma.

Studying in this class is very happy, without the pressure of the college entrance examination, without the teacher's pressure, and without the leadership's attention.

When everyone was in self-study, those who played basketball outside must be those bastards from Class [-].

The sanitation area assigned to Class [-] is on the south side of the soil playground behind the school, close to the dry toilets, and it is so dirty that both people and gods are angry.

During the sports meeting and the city competition, Class Ten disappeared, and the few students who were forced to run responded passively, running lazily behind, and took the last place firmly.

Every Monday at the flag-raising meeting, the dean calls and criticizes, and it is always the tenth class, all kinds of people in the tenth class, everyone is on the list, except for Lin Mu and a few scholars who are really silent.

After the first semester of high school was divided into arts and sciences, a few students who loved learning hurriedly chose science and escaped from this class.Class [-] is a subsidized class, and they are scumbags who have to pay an extra penny to get in. Therefore, there are no other students in this class.

Of course Ji Zhoubai knew what kind of virtue Class Ten was.

She is the worst student in Class Ten.She scored three or four points in every test, and she was always the last one in the whole grade.

As the class monitor, she naturally has no motivation to change the world, just as if she has an extra title, she still skips class, sleeps and eats snacks, goes out to fight, chats with boys, and changes her school uniform every day to show her coquettishness.

But there is one thing I have to do when I am a monitor, I have to go to a meeting every month.

I don't know who stipulated that the class leader and the party secretary should be fully responsible for the moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic and labor of the class.She sat uninterested in the small classroom used for meetings, separated by three or four rows, and in the front row sat all the monitors and party secretary of classes one to nine, with her waist straight and her head bowed to take notes, looking like carved molds.

Sitting next to her was Lin Mu, with notes on the table and a vocabulary book under the table.

His lips moved but he recited the words silently, but his right hand clearly wrote down the requirements of the grade director in the notebook.

Ji Zhoubai took a peek at Lin Mu's notes, which said, Sanitation area sanitation, absence from self-study.

"What's the use of remembering?" Ji Zhoubai couldn't help but poked her arm.

Lin Mu turned his face away as if awakened from a start, and looked at her appreciatively.

"Don't whisper! Class ten, what about you, such a waste who can't even do a good job of hygiene, and still whisper? You don't even know basic manners, and your mother taught you that?" The grade teacher threw two pieces of chalk over. , Each person rewarded one.

Lin Mu turned his face away, bowed his head and continued to take notes.

Ji Zhoubai wanted to have a few words with the grade director, but he gave up after thinking about it, and continued to listen with his face covered.

The grade director, however, seemed to be dragged by Class Ten, and began to recall the troubles of Class Ten: "Ah, all of you didn't study well in junior high school, and your parents paid a lot of money to send you to No. [-] Middle School. Rotten wood cannot be carved, there is no cure! Who are the No. [-] Middle Schools? No. [-] Middle School has the highest enrollment rate in the county, but you bastards have ruined their reputation. Because of you, we fail to meet our targets every year! Comments on greening the campus It doesn’t work, it doesn’t work at all. If you want to study art, you can enter a higher school. You can go to the Central Academy of Fine Arts? The Central Conservatory of Music? Everyone has money, like playing, who is delaying? The development! One by one, I was so angry that my appendix hurt."

The grade director unscrewed the thermos cup and saw the big tea stem inside. There was no water, so he waved the cup: "Go, get me a glass of water."

Lin Mu got up in a hurry, rushed from the last row to the first row to pick up the cups and went out.

Ji Zhoubai scoffed.

"I think your homeroom teacher is just kidding around. Who are you? Oh, you are the class leader, the devil king, and the monkey is the emperor?" The grade teacher got angrier the more he looked at Ji Zhoubai, but he didn't dare to say anything in the end. He waved his hand and continued to talk about the problems of the classes in the second year of high school.

Lin Mu came back and handed the cup to the teacher.

"Lin Mu knows how to wink. He is a good student after all." The grade director glanced at Ji Zhoubai.

Lin Mu came back in a hurry, and saw the words "sycophant" written on his notebook.

She was a little angry, but looking at Ji Zhou's idyllic appearance, she felt that it was not worth it.

I heard that Ji Zhoubai had some background in the city, so he didn't get any serious punishment for his reckless behavior.But she is different, she is careful in everything, for fear that she will make a wrong step again, and regret it till now.

He lowered his head and circled the word sycophant without saying a word.

After a while, Ji Zhoubai poked her elbow: "A sycophant?"

"Hush—" She was so nervous that her palms were sweating, and she was afraid that the grade director would say that Class [-] was whispering to each other again.

"What are you guys talking about? Two points will be deducted for class ten. I've finished what I need to say. Get out and stand."

Ji Zhoubai got up, and the sound of dragging the stool was extremely loud, deliberately making noise like venting his anger, and then went out in a hurry.

Lin Mu had never been told by any teacher to "get out and stand", and felt a great embarrassment for a moment. She slowly stuffed the vocabulary book from the hem of the school uniform, and the school uniform immediately wrapped the vocabulary book. Picking up the notebook and going out, Ji Zhoubai was eating bubble gum outside.

The bubble gum was rolled one by one like adhesive tape. Ji Zhoubai leaned against the wall and pulled out a strip of bubble gum, and then bit by bit the bubble gum in with his front teeth.

Lin Mu respectfully stayed away from her, and stood against the wall away from the distance between the two of them, and heard Ji Zhoubai chewing bubble gum and blowing the bubbles to make a puffing sound.

But she can't be angry with Ji Zhoubai either.That day she accidentally said from the bottom of her heart that Class Ten was a mess, and Ji Zhoubai overheard her. Afterwards, her friend quietly told her that Class Ten Ji Zhoubai’s grandfather was said to have a good background in the city. The county was there for fun, and then she went abroad, without considering the college entrance examination at all, and told her to be more careful not to fight with this kind of bastard.

So she worried all night with extreme fear, thought a lot of things, and then avoided Ji Zhoubai's sharp edge.

She still remembered the humiliation on the day when she was elected monitor, but she couldn't fight Ji Zhoubai to the death, so she had to restrain herself and pretend that she didn't exist.

After Ji Zhoubai chewed the bubble gum, he suddenly felt bored again, so he leaned against the wall and approached her.

Her hairs are about to stand on end.

"Have you ever been punished to stand? I think you are about to cry." Ji Zhoubai said.

As expected, she cried, she didn't intend to be so embarrassing, but she was already embarrassed enough, she couldn't hold back, and was startled by Ji Zhoubai again, tears came out of her eyes involuntarily.

"Tch." Ji Zhoubai turned his head and left, ignoring the order to stand still, and went downstairs.

The teaching building has only three floors. For the review and cleanliness of the third class, there is another building for the largest number of senior senior students and repeat students, which is in the same building as the administrative building.The first floor of the teaching building is on the west side of the first and second floors, and the second floor is on the east side of the second floor and the third floor. Teachers' offices are evenly distributed on the three floors.The place where they met was in an empty classroom on the second floor. At this time, when school was over in the evening, there were still three self-study sessions in the third year of high school, and day students in the first and second year of high school could go home.

She thought silently, coming home late today, her mother might be worried, and she felt even more uncomfortable for a while.

Ji Zhoubai came back after a while, with a badminton racket in his hand, and four or five badmintons stuffed in his school uniform pocket.

"Why are you still here?"

Lin Mu