make you angry, a little happy

Zhang Zhao is a funny poor student. He is very poor in study and basically has no possibility of rescue.But he didn't hand in his homework empty-handed, he copied it, and he had to copy it completely.

Probably because of the influence of my mother, I told him since I was in the first grade that the homework book must never be empty, and if you don’t know how to write, you should honestly write what I can’t, so that the teacher can know what you can’t.

As a result, this habit reached junior high school and became a must-do for Zhang Zhao every day.He wrote liberal arts, mathematics is really useless, waiting to copy others.No matter what his mother tried to persuade him, he tried everything, but his son just hated mathematics, and the two often had disagreements because of their grades.

There used to be good students in Class 8 who could always borrow them and copy them.This time it is divided into 9 classes, and the students who don't do their homework will probably be given the same pot.Fortunately, Zhang Zhao temporarily cultivated a job tool person, and even cheated a wave of concern.

While copying, he peeked at Su Xiaoyuan writing beside him. After a while, he wrote all 6 major questions, from the explanation to the conclusion, the standard format was clear.

"Here, you can copy it quickly. Is there anything you don't understand?" Su Xiaoyuan was very happy. Is this the beginning of integrating into the group? I met He An and Zhang Zhao covered him. .”

"Thank you." Zhang Zhao pretended to look at it, buried his head in copying, and pretended to be embarrassed, "You are really good at studying, and you can write 6 questions in a blink of an eye. From now on, we will be at the same table. Don't dislike my study. Bad... you are amazing."

"Then how can it be? Academic performance doesn't mean everything, right?" Su Xiaoyuan was afraid that he would be sad, with bumps under his feet, and felt that Zhang Zhao was like a big wild child who was left alone.Is there no one to take care of at home?Not even a decent schoolbag. "If you don't know it in the future, just ask me. As long as you don't ask during class, I'm willing to tell you after class."

In order to see the dimple, Zhang Zhao made a mistake and filled in the blank. "Really? Are you willing to give me... give lectures to poor students like me, and not be afraid that others will laugh at you for playing the piano? My grades are not good, and sometimes I don't know... Where is my future? Alas, I really envy you."

Su Xiaoyuan was an honest child. He believed in the idea that human nature is inherently good since he was a child. His aunt and uncle also taught him to be kind to others.Although when he grew up, he realized that this expectation of being kind to others was because he was afraid that he would conflict with others outside, and he had a bad leg and couldn't even run away.

But Zhang Zhao's loneliness when he spoke hurt his heart, it really hurt a little.I have been in the experimental school since I was a child, the top class, and none of the classmates around me are arrogant and rushing to the national key points. As soon as the word "future" is mentioned, the invisible little wings behind them are activated. I can't wait to be at 985, 211 Sprinkle your youth in the Digital University.score?Don't ask them for grades.

The results of the culture class are the most proud stepping stone for these children. With this golden brick, even the country can't stop it.

But people like Zhang Zhao are something that Su Xiaoyuan has never met. He has low self-esteem, and he lowers his head to mention his grades and future, which is another scene.Because he didn't dare to mention it, didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't even feel sorry for bothering himself to explain a few questions.

"We are at the same table, there is nothing to dislike, don't give up on yourself, one more year." Su Xiaoyuan looked sincere, and the faint dimples also encouraged Zhang Zhao, "And let me tell you..."

"Wait, I'll finish copying this big question." Zhang Zhao found that the little crane was quite good at chatting, "I'm afraid that when you talk, my train of thought will be lost. Although I can't understand this question for a while, I can copy it again." I'm out of my mind too."

"Oh, that's right." Su Xiaoyuan was deceived again, obediently shut up, watched Zhang Zhao's homework copy carefully, and waited to explain it to him.

Zhang Zhao copied without thinking at all, and did not cherish the fruits of other people's labor at all.Not long after, the history teacher stepped on the preparatory bell for morning self-study, and the seats in the class were still half empty.

"Squad leader..." Su Xiaoyuan didn't know if he could speak anymore, but he still wanted to say, probably because no one paid attention to him yesterday, "The class is not full of students, so the teacher doesn't deduct points?"

"Why are you so full of points?" Zhang Zhao has never been in a top class with strict class style like his, "I haven't come up with my body, I guess I'm wiping my arms in the men's room. You can go pee in the future." Don't pick this time, it's all naked, it will scare you to death."

"Really?" Su Xiaoyuan seemed to be listening to the scriptures. In the past, the class was seated half an hour earlier, and there was one less teacher in charge yelling all over the corridor, and points were deducted. "I listen to you chatting, and He An..." He didn't dare to call Tao Wenchang Changzi, who is not familiar with him, "And Tao Wenchang, Ti Tesheng is also very hard, right?"

Hey, the question got to Brother Zhao's heart.But can the little crane understand their physical suffering?He felt unable.Top students will always look down on sports students.

"Yes, very tired." Zhang Zhao didn't want to talk to him about this, so he casually threw a conversation: "Did you deduct points in the class before?"

Su Xiaoyuan picked up the topic accurately, and was secretly happy that he could chat with his classmates.When he was in elementary school, he was excluded by his classmates for several years because of his strange walking posture. He couldn't bear the feeling of being ignored by everyone in the class.

"Dumb, everyone has a normal score, and the monitoring is strict. We are a little distracted in class, and the monitoring can recognize it... It's strict." Su Xiaoyuan still felt that he was too far away from Zhang Zhao. Stool, "If you deduct too many points, the seat will be moved back. If you fail the monthly exam twice, you will be kicked out... The monitoring in our class doesn't seem to be that strong."

"Fuck, that broken surveillance..." The question was almost finished, and Zhang Zhao's interest in chatting also came, "I can only see most of the classroom, and the two blind spots in the back... Why did I hear that you didn't call it going to school before, but called it a prison? .”

"You're talking nonsense." Su Xiaoyuan didn't like his alma mater being slandered, "We are a key experimental middle school, one of the best, if you don't believe me, go to Nanjing and ask, I, I..."

In the middle of speaking, Zhang Zhao stopped talking, and Su Xiaoyuan was stunned, feeling that he had said something wrong.

What are you doing?Showing off this to a poor student who can't find a future, isn't he a bully?

"It's pretty good." Zhang Zhao was distracted, and the whole room was looking for Changzi He An, why the two of them haven't come up yet.

Su Xiao thought his reaction was that his pride was hurt, so he moved the stool and got closer. "Actually... not everything is good. There are bad things in our class. Everyone is learning from each other, and I am tired too."

"Ah? No way?" Zhang Zhao answered the conversation casually, only to be relieved when he saw the two of them coming in.Immediately after came in was Zhu Jie Xueye, what a fucking hot eye, shoulders hooked, shameless.

"Really, I don't know most of the students in the class, and I don't talk much." Su Xiaoyuan was happy that he had successfully eased the atmosphere of the conversation. Yes. But I have always been in the first three rows, and my deskmate also..."

The bell that officially started class interrupted Su Xiaoyuan, he shut his mouth and took out his history notebook.Zhang Zhao didn't care about his previous environment or deskmate. After copying mathematics, he was going to have breakfast in history class.

The atmosphere of a history class is completely different from that of a math class.Most of them took notes, and at first glance they were serious students.

Zhang Zhao often went to Yanbian and Harbin for winter training. He was used to eating cold noodles with various ingredients, so he knew how to make them himself.Just as he was trying to swallow this big gulp, suddenly there was an inconspicuous movement beside him, a grunt, with a twist.

what happened?He followed the sound and saw that Su Xiaoyuan was covering his stomach, trying to suppress the protesting cries of his stomach, and he was embarrassed to pull the sports bag, trying to move it 1 centimeter to the side.

"I..." Fearing that Zhang Zhao would mistakenly think that he had stepped on his bag dirty, Su Xiaoyuan explained, "Your bag is too big, I have no place to sit." Most people would directly say that my legs can't be straightened, but he didn't Say that word.

"Are you hungry? Your stomach is growling so loudly." Zhang Zhao asked while chewing. It really was a crane, who didn't eat lunch or breakfast, and spent the day with bigu to prepare for immortality, right?

Su Xiaoyuan was instantly ashamed, the classroom was so quiet, but his stomach growling was so loud. "You're talking nonsense, I..."

"You don't eat breakfast, you are waiting to come to school to drink northwest wind?" After copying someone's homework, Zhang Zhao also had to give him some sweetness, as if scheming, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry." Su Xiaoyuan's face was completely blushing, and he always felt that Zhang Zhao's eyes fell on his legs, and he was used to shrinking his legs when he was nervous. good.

"Your family didn't give you money to buy breakfast?" Zhang Zhao thought he was very interesting.Isn't it just his stomach rumbling? As for it, he was so ashamed that he couldn't move.

Su Xiaoyuan's skin is thinner than cellophane. "Yes, my family gave me the money. Where is the school canteen, can you take me there after class, I want to buy bread."

There is money, Su Xiaoyuan has no shortage of pocket money since he was a child, and his aunt and uncle have no children, so they raise them as their own sons, and spend a lot of money on him.Chen Qin also gave it, but she was on the night shift today, so she didn't get up in the morning. She only prepared breakfast for the next day before going to bed and put it in the refrigerator.

Su Xiaoyuan and his younger brother slept in the same room, and he was on the lower bunk, and was woken up by the sound of Su Yun going down the ladder.While eating breakfast, Xiaoyun brought up those unbearable past events again, Su Xiaoyuan couldn't sit still, and came to school before finishing half a bowl of jujube porridge.

Come early, come early, but Zhang Zhao didn't arrive on time.

"Too much bread is not nutritious. You are so thin, do you still want to grow taller?" Zhang Zhao guessed that he was starving, and tore off the cold noodles. "Are there any clean plastic bags?"

Su Xiaoyuan didn't dare, but he was too hungry, and the food in Zhang Zhao's hand was too delicious, so he was tempted to eat it. "Yes..." he said obediently, pulled out a new one from the table bucket in a very useless manner, and asked Zhang Zhao to pack delicious food, "Just give me a little, I'm not hungry... I don't want to be like this Too much, can't finish it."

"You can throw it away if you can't finish it." Zhang Zhao couldn't stand his stinginess, so he readily gave half of it, "Eat, brother Zhao made it himself, it's absolutely clean, with two intestines and three eggs."

"What is this?" Su Xiaoyuan smelled it, it smelled so good.

Zhang Zhao joked that he was ignorant: "Baked cold noodles, you eat."

Su Xiaoyuan really hadn't eaten it, his aunt wouldn't let him eat it at the roadside stalls, and he was overjoyed after eating duck blood vermicelli a few times.Seeing that he loves to eat, my uncle simply learned to make it at home.

"Then do you still have enough to eat?" While the teacher turned his head to write, the two lowered their heads and bit together, but Zhang Zhao took a big bite, and Su Xiaoyuan took a small bite, "This is delicious, so delicious... here... what?"

Take a bite and sip your mouth.

"Onion." Seeing how carefully he ate, Zhang Zhao wanted to stuff him a big mouthful.

"Onion?" Su Xiaoyuan was dumbfounded, frowned in a low voice, his dimples disappeared immediately, "Then we've finished eating, what should we do if there's a taste in our mouth, talking to others... it smells like green onions."

"Whether green onions or not, can you talk?" Zhang Zhao said to him, and he ate his head, "After class, I will take you to the canteen to buy chewing gum, eat it quickly, and let the teacher smell you and you will die!"

"Oh, yes..." Su Xiaoyuan was suddenly awakened. In class, he was a model student in the past, but how come he has fallen into this state in class 9.The most urgent thing is to finish eating first, so I took a big bite.

Zhang Zhao is lying again, the teacher doesn't care.

"Thank you..." Su Xiaoyuan covered his mouth and said, afraid that the smell of onions would escape and make people laugh.Zhang Zhao had already finished eating, and was staring blankly at the front, copying notes.

After eating half of other people's breakfast, Su Xiaoyuan was a good boy who knew how to repay his kindness, so he just wanted to give him something.So he carefully flipped through the bag, took out something from the inside pocket, and clenched it in his hand.

"Here, do you eat the ones brought out at home?" It was too difficult to whisper to Su Xiaoyuan in class, saying a word made me feel uncomfortable for a long time.Then he said it too.

Zhang Zhao was distracted, and a white fist came over from the corner of his eye.When he looked down, his fist was loosened, and there was half a candy lying in his palm.

Su Xiaoyuan was afraid that it would taste bad in his mouth, so he broke it off and sucked it slowly.The half of the star in his hand was covered with transparent icing, sticking to his palm, it would melt if he didn't take it. "You eat, I still have more."

Dry, crispy prawns.

The author has something to say: the grilled cold noodles in Yanbian and Harbin...they compete with each other and never forget.