make you angry, a little happy

Cicada is crazy, the playground looks older than usual under the sun in early August.On this day, the third grade of He District No. 8 Middle School started early, and the playground was messy, like going to a market.

He An came over from the grocery store, threw Pulse to Tao Wenchang, panting for breath after running: "Changzi, here! How is it, has Xia Xun speeded up?"

Tao Wenchang looked contemptuous, and was also sweating profusely: "I jump high, you tell me to speed up? Why don't you ask me about my explosive power and soft opening?" He raised his heels and poured water into his mouth, "It's almost Throw 1 meter 95, how about you?"

He An was on the shot team. He was tall and big, with flat and wide latissimus dorsi that bulged out his sportswear, and there was a large piece of plaster on his elbow. "No progress, so be it. You are so awesome. This year's record in Jilin Province is more than 2 meters...By the way, did you see the notice of shifting at the door just now?"

"Look." Tao Wenchang is eye-catching, tall, and shrewd. Many people admire him, "Isn't the school really authentic? Let's just say that our group of sports students can't do it alone, so we can't do it alone. class out."

He An is taller, with the XXXL school uniform on his body, most people really dare not mess with him, but he is actually as courageous as a little hamster, and can do needlework. "It's fine if it's really the sports students in the team. We don't make trouble. At best, it's just a group of cultural subjects who are not good enough. Ganqing's second-year final entrance exam is for class division. The last 20 students in the grade will be drawn together with the sports students. , this is fucking hilarious."

"It's lively. I think the head teacher is still Lao Han. She will be exhausted this year." The sports students all arrived at school early, and did their morning exercises before class. Tao Wenchang massaged his ankles and said against the sun, "Fuck, this year Hot enough."

He An has a scholarly face, but he is a shot put thrower, and his tan does not show how rough he is. "Changzi, I see on the class list... Zhu Jie's group is also in class 9. Do you think this class can still be taken?"

Tao Wenchang was exhausted, and he took his life in exchange for 1 meters. "No matter how awesome Zhu Jie is, he doesn't dare to argue with Lao Han. Other classes...hang. Damn, it looks like the root of his thigh is torn. It really hurts. I will run with Zhang Zhao's animal in the future." Idiot!"

"Brother Zhao, do you know?" He An still had a bottle of pulsation in his schoolbag, reserved for someone else.

"Understood, what else can I do? Report to the teaching office? Say you grandson, you look down on us Ti Tesheng, right? If you beat him to death, who is to blame?" Tao Wenchang put his leg on the iron climbing frame specially designed for leg pressing Let it go, put your feet above your head, press hard, and gasp in pain, "Xia Xun, did you see him?"

"No, he won't train in the second year of high school. It's a pity." The two of them practiced different things. He An will never be able to press this leg, but his upper body muscles have been trained very well. "Hey, where is Brother Zhao?" ?”

"He's running, he's not moving when he's running, it's going to kill him." Tao Wenchang looked on the 8th road, and it happened that a shadow in a white shirt and lake blue shorts ran over, and with the wind, he broke through like an arrow. The air shield of the day is hot and dry.

"Changzi is pinching his watch!" Zhang Zhao shouted when he rushed over, the sports pants were pressed by the wind, wrapping his thighs nicely.

Just from the back, this person is definitely from the track and field team, and a pair of Achilles tendons can kill a person.

"I'm going... How long have Brother Zhao been running?" He An asked, wiping his brows.

Tao Wenchang confided, as if declaring the name of a dish: "This fucking beast, I still stretched my calf after 5 kilometers. He turned around and ran at speed and then ran 5 times on inertia. No, he sprinted..."

"What the hell are you talking about me! You don't have a watch!" Zhang Zhao was also out of breath when he came over, with sweat streaming into his eyes, and it hurt: "Damn! This summer is going to be crazy, it's hot like a dog Already!"

"Brother Zhao here, drink a few sips first, ice!" He An threw the pulse to him, soaked like him, "Did you see the division?"

"I'm not blind, can I not see it?" Zhang Zhao's jacket was completely wet, and he was wearing extremely short track shorts, just to reduce the wind resistance, and his legs were tanned to the point of being oily. Sporty sexy after sweating profusely in the sun.

"Zhu Jie and the others are in our class, right?" Zhang Zhao sat on the ground and finished changing his white socks.

"I see." Tao Wenchang carried the schoolbags of the three of them and walked into the teaching building together. "Zhu Jie, Xue Ye, they are all divided into Class 9. In the past, we were still in Class 8, but this time it's good, ninety-nine is one."

"Come on, if you don't want to take the road of Tite, just pick one. I'll see who dares, and whoever dares will die."

After entering the teaching building, the three of them went to the men's room first, wiped off their sweat, and then changed into school uniforms.With the soaked tops stripped off, there are three straight and good figures. From the perspective of muscle group distribution, personal items can be easily separated.

He An has a large muscle group, Tao Wenchang has a small muscle group, and Zhang Zhao is the most well-proportioned. There are still beads of sweat hanging from the back of Nitian's calf. One can imagine how sore his muscles are when he jumps high.The three of them laughed and scolded each other, and walked into the brand-new classroom of Class 9 in the mutual damage of "stupid, you are so stupid, and your panties are torn."

I think whoever dares, whoever dares, will die, and Zhang Zhao is not bragging.Everyone knows the rules of body special birth, smoking, drinking, puppy love and hot head, the only one who dare not do it lightly.What should I do if I really hurt my grades? A few years of training is tantamount to being blind.

Looking for a new seat in a new class, Zhang Zhao is very self-aware. With his poor grades and his height of 1 meters, he went directly to the last row.Right?His name and student number are pasted on the desktop in the 85th row of the fourth group.

Brother Zhao is very satisfied with this position, which is convenient for sleeping, sneaking around, and reading novels.After taking his seat, Zhang Zhao moved a chair back, thumped, and directly pushed the back of the chair against the back wall.

Why is the classroom so small?Brother Zhao is not very satisfied.

The back blackboard is still empty, and the classroom is smaller than the previous Class 8.It seems that the No. 9 Middle School really doesn't pay much attention to the newly assigned Class [-], and shows a half-give up attitude, right?

He An was slightly short-sighted. He sat at the end of the first group, and when he put on the frame, he always looked like a poor student who wanted to work hard. "Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao! Where is Changzi sitting?"

"I'll go to you, won't you?" Zhang Zhao convinced him, and threw the sports bag directly under the table bucket at the same table.There is no student number posted on the table, so it seems that no one is sitting in this seat. "As far as your eyesight is concerned, don't f**king throw the shot put crookedly in the city competition. If you hit the referee, you will be punished, you know?"

He An can actually see it, but he has nothing to say.The classmates came in one after another, and the people sitting around him didn't know each other and were nervous. "Did you see Zhu Jie and Xue Ye?"

"No...what the hell, are you opening your mouth?" Zhang Zhao was looking for Tao Wenchang, when the two tall men came in through the front door, wearing track and field team sportswear, and neither of them changed their school uniforms.One of them didn't even carry his schoolbag, so he just came to class directly.

Zhu Jie, Zhang Zhao's rival in and out of the team, until now no one has looked down upon anyone.Not to mention Xue Ye, Zhu Jie's little follower, in the circle of special students who talk about grades, Xue Ye is to the point where he can't speak at all, too bad.

"Hey, everyone is here." Zhu Jie came up to look around the three people, the newly cut round inch, "I didn't see you Xia Xun again, I really don't practice anymore? Don't dare to run if you can't get results. Bar?"

Zhang Zhao's temper was directly aroused: "You don't care if I practice or not? If you want to pass the senior year honestly, don't make trouble. If you don't want to pass, let's go out and practice."

"I don't practice with you, so don't try to provoke me." Zhu Jie and Zhang Zhao got married early, and during the winter training in the third year of junior high school, whoever bumped into who was fighting when the track was cornering, "Who is the head teacher in this house?" Huh? Fucking bad luck."

"Just Han Wen, old Han from class 8. That girl is very fierce, very fierce, and I dare not mess with her in the office..." Xue Ye looked like a boy with slender eyebrows and eyes, and put the textbooks in his schoolbag out The first one, besides my own, is Zhu Jie's, "I heard that I haven't been married until now."

Zhang Zhao didn't like Xue Ye's eyes even more, and it seemed like he would kill him by running, but he spread the word quickly. "Listen to your sister! Don't blame me for not reminding you. Don't speak ill of Lao Han once you enter Class 9. I'll hit you once you hear me."

"What the hell did I say, are you sick?" Xue Ye was in a bad mood, not to mention relying on Zhu Jie's presence, "What are you doing all day if you don't practice? I can't outrun you, but I still Practice, never give up, never admit defeat, don't be awesome."

One sentence pierced Zhang Zhao's heart, and he rushed over, the chair that had just been moved made a harsh sound on the ground, and the chair slammed against the back wall again.

A large piece of the wall skin was seen falling off.

"You idiot need to clean up!" Zhang Zhao stopped practicing, so he didn't have so many scruples, and his back teeth were clenched very hard.Hidden in the hair on the left is an inconspicuous strip of reflective white, which is a cut.Some people like to get this model when they are chasing stars, but he is not, it is a scar.It wasn't because of the fight, it was because he practiced weight-bearing squat jumps in order to increase the explosive power of his foot muscles in the first half of his first year of high school. He gritted his teeth and completed the target. As a result, his legs failed to stand up and he fell headfirst on the concrete floor.

Every half-second and half-centimeter progress in body characteristics is achieved by fighting to the limit of the body.

"Brother Zhao!" Seeing that his posture was wrong, Tao Wenchang jumped directly from the sixth group, leaped over two tables, and stopped him with He An on the left and right, "Brother Zhao, don't talk to me if you have something to say! Old Han is here! Old Han!"

"Zhang Zhao!" As soon as Han Wen stepped into class 9, she saw someone was about to fight. He An and Tao Wenchang persuaded them, most of them aimed at the back row to watch the excitement, "What are you doing!"

"Yo, Lao Han is here, it's early enough!" Zhang Zhao immediately relaxed, but couldn't hold back his breath, and pointed at the two of them one by one.As for this broken Class 9, sooner or later it will be torn apart.Even if he doesn't cause trouble, sooner or later he will fight.

"You've been tossing around at the beginning of school, and you all go back to your seat!" Han Wen slapped the desk so hard that her temples hurt.This boy Zhang Zhao has nothing to be afraid of, he is worried about beating people and scolding dogs.

Zhang Zhao still admired Lao Han, and returned to his seat with a smirk.His lips are high, and he looks very cold when he doesn't smile, but when he smiles sincerely, he is a boy who can remind people of the warm orange light and big white clouds on the playground. Class 8 itself is the lowest-ranked class. From the first year of senior high school, it is ranked according to the scores in the senior high school entrance examination.Every Class 8 member seems to be carrying a badge of shame, not to mention top classes like Class 1 and Class 2, no class looks down on them.

But Lao Han is a very powerful woman, and she tidied up the mess in class 8 so obediently.She looks very powerful, with Danfeng eyes, wearing glasses, and nasolabial folds are darker than her peers.No one can guess how old she is, she is definitely not young, but she doesn't look old either.

It was even better this time, and we directly got Class 9 to come out.When sitting down, Zhang Zhao was thinking, this time the old classmates in class 8 can feel proud, congratulations.

Han Wen knew about the news of the third grade in high school, so she suppressed it. "Is everyone in the class here now?"

Nobody paid any attention to her.It's not that they don't want to talk to each other, but that the newly formed group has vacancies for the squad leader, deputy squad leader, and various committee members.There are 45 students in the class, and there are less than 10 girls. No one knows whether they are all there.

"Well, let me introduce myself first. Needless to say, the students in Class 8 before, I brought them all." Han Wen was wearing a formal suit and 6cm standard teacher high heels. In addition to the 45 children in sight, there was the last A camera lined up, "From today, I will be the head teacher of our Class 9. Whether you like it or not, you have to get along day and night this year. So I made it clear that if you have emotions, solve emotional problems on the playground. The classroom is The place to study, do you understand?"

"Understood." The bottom replied piecemeal.

"Let's talk harshly first, let's close the door and talk about homely things." Han Wen closed the front door of the classroom, and the noise in the corridor no longer belonged here. "Everyone knows how our class got here. I don't want to say more What are you talking about, since Class 9 has been established, I will treat you as my own children and take care of you. I, Han Wen, have no other skills to protect the calf. No matter how the other classes are, the students in our Class 9, I will not Let you be bullied, and don't look down on yourself. Do you understand?"

"Understood!" "Thank you, Teacher Han!" The voice below visibly jumped up.

Han Wen's back was straight: "The hardware conditions of our class 9 are inferior. The classroom is small, the seats are more crowded than before, and you are tall and tall. You will inevitably bump into bumps when you move. Everyone is considerate of each other. It's really wrong. Come on, do you still need the results of the physical examination? Zhang Zhao, what do you think?"

Zhang Zhao, who had just got down on the ground, was afraid that Lao Han would call his name, so he scratched the back of his head: "Oh, I promise you, never do anything in the classroom."

"Zhu Jie, what about you?" Han Wen asked the other one.This kid used to be in Class 5 and came with a small follower. Although he has never been in contact with him, he is not a good person.

Zhu Jie didn't speak, just nodded.Pretty cool.

"Okay, since we are going to spend the third year of high school together, we will be a big group from now on." Han Wen is confident and can suppress the third year of high school 9, "Next, I will introduce a new classmate to you, our class 9, 46 people , and strive to successfully pass the last year of high school."

Um?what happened?Got a transfer student?Zhang Zhao picked up the paper ball thrown by Changzi from the ground, opened it and read: Don't punish Lao Han in class to save face.Alas, this class will be lively in the future.