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Gao Xun's surname was not Gao at first, but Shen.

The character Xun was given to him by his father, which means beautiful jade just like his father's character Xun.

He was born in a teacher's family. His parents taught in the same school, one taught biology and the other taught chemistry. The two were a typical combination of loving father and strict mother.

Dad advocates not to curb the child's nature, but to let him grow up happily, but my mother believes that everything is inferior and only reading is high.

Compared with his strict mother, he naturally loves to cling to his gentle, clean and refined father since he was a child, and he is willing to be with his father in everything.In spring, my father went to the park to sketch with him. In summer, my father took him to the botanical garden to catch cicadas. In autumn, my father accompanied him to pick mulberry leaves to feed silkworms. In winter, my father took him to the mountains to see plum blossoms.

Before the third grade of elementary school, he often sat on his father's 28-inch bicycle, listening to his father humming the beautiful Thoreau River in a low voice.He couldn't wait to tell Dad in the backseat what funny things had happened to him all day at school.

His mother is very strict with him in all aspects.

Clearly stipulated his work and rest time, checked each of his homework, cared about his major and quizzes, and objected to his spending extra time on everything that she thought was "playing with things".

For example, kicking shuttlecock with his children, playing games, exchanging hero cards in the raccoon noodles, or discussing the latest plot of the cartoon that was broadcast last night.

Although in the future, he will eventually become an indifferent person with few friends, but it is undeniable that at this time, when he is still called Shen Xun, this change has not yet come.

Through many negotiations between his father and his mother, as well as the papers he took home with full marks, he got half an hour of cartoon time every day, so that he could not be distracted by most of the TV children around him. Throw too far away.

In addition, I got the opportunity to go to the Children's Palace to learn painting four times a week.

He really likes to draw.

Love it like I love my dad.

Clouds, starry sky, moonlight, all beautiful, ephemeral, and seemingly unreachable things, as long as he wants, as long as he picks up a pen, he can have them forever.

Mr. Chu, who taught him to paint in the Children's Palace, said: "Draw the world and let it become what you imagined."

He thought that he would continue to live like this, with his strict mother and gentle father, studying hard at school every day, returning home to do homework that was more than enough for him, and getting half an hour when eating During the cartoon time, every few days I would ride my father's bicycle to the Children's Palace to draw.

Then it is logical to get into a key junior high school, a key high school, a key university, a graduate student for a doctoral degree... or find a job you like after graduation, meet a group of like-minded friends, and welcome every tomorrow in an ordinary and fulfilling way.

If it hadn't happened for that incident, maybe he would have lived like this forever.

Gao Xun walked into the classroom of Class [-], Grade [-]. There was no seating chart arranged for the first day of school, so he randomly found an empty seat in the penultimate row and sat down.

The class teacher has not yet arrived in the classroom, and the surrounding seats have been filled up one after another by the students who came to report. On the first day of entering the school, freshness and embarrassment coexist. Many people are busy chatting with the people sitting next to them, introducing themselves, and establishing initial friendly relationships. .

Gao Xun was not at all interested in the social atmosphere floating above the classroom like a finely woven net, and focused all his attention on the book in his hand.

"Hey, isn't this Xiao Xunxun from Teacher Gao's house?"

Gao Xun's movements of turning the pages of the book didn't stop.

The other party didn't seem to care about Gao Xun's lack of response, and introduced himself to the classmate next to him: "This is my junior high school classmate, Gao Xun, his mother was our class teacher at the time."

"Wow, then he should be very miserable! He has to face his mother when he goes to and from school."

"His grades are so good, how can he be so miserable? The miserable one must be someone like me who can't study well and rely on two banknotes from my family to go to a key school. Every time after the exam, I have to listen to my mother's lecture. Why don't you make progress? , the average score of the whole class is hindered and so on. It's a pity that this world is so realistic. An excellent and noble student like Xiao Xun Xun finally got into the second middle school after studying day and night. People like me who rely on Lao Tzu have been in the same class for three years, hahahahaha."

His tone was arrogant, and his words not only mocked Gao Xun, but also showed off his family's good financial resources by the way.

After all, it will definitely not cost a small sum to get the few so-called "self-regulation" places that are pitifully small every year in No. [-] Middle School.

Gao Xun twirled his fingers lightly, and turned another page of the book.

The man waited for a while and saw that he really had no intention of answering, he held down the book in Gao Xun's hand a little impatiently, and knocked on the table.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, Gao Xun, didn't you hear me?"

Gao Xun was finally willing to look up from the pages of the book. This troublemaker who claimed to be his junior high school classmate, he thought about it several times, but he couldn't remember the name of the other party.

"It's not difficult."

Seeing the other party's stupid look of being disconnected and not understanding what he was talking about, Gao Xun had no choice but to explain further in a calm tone.

"I mean No. [-] Middle School, it's not as difficult as you said."

Now, the expressions of the boys who were just exchanging glances behind him and waiting to see the excitement became a little subtle.

Because they are real, as people said just now, they worked hard day and night to pass the exam.

On the first day of school, Gao Xun left many people with the impression that "the eyes are above the top" and "the eyes are clear".

Although he doesn't know it himself.

But don't worry, because in the next high school life, Gao Xun will feel the impact of these impressions firsthand.

The first thing to suffer was Gao Xun's textbook, which was messed up with a ballpoint pen. Gao Xun pushed his glasses and carefully read the graffiti about genitals and every wonderful "greeting" fucking sentence.His reaction was mediocre, and the next day he bought a new textbook from the Academic Affairs Office, which was still in his class.

His calmness must have stimulated the person who acted like this, oh, specifically, his junior high school classmate, Guan Yao.

Now Gao Xun can remember his name.

Guan Yao was quick to spend money, and quickly gathered around him a few classmates who looked up to him, and Gao Xun became their primary target of teasing.And the rest of the students in the class, either took pleasure in "I'm not the one being bullied anyway" and followed suit, or "I just want to study hard and mind other people's business" and simply complained about what happened in the class. Choose to turn a blind eye.

Therefore, for some people in this class, Gao Xun is the unlucky ghost who adjusts their boring study life, while for others, although he has excellent grades, he is a dispensable invisible person.

No matter which one it was, Gao Xun felt that he didn't care.

But when he walked into the classroom one morning and found that the floor tile where his desk should have been placed was actually empty, he paused for a few seconds and couldn't help laughing.

It's getting less and less creative.

Gao Xun originally wanted to ask his deskmate, who was buried in his homework, if he saw where Guan Yao and the others had moved the desk, but then he thought that his deskmate treated him as an invisible person, so it shouldn't be at this time talk to him.

Fortunately, Gao Xun took all the books and homework in his schoolbag every day since he discovered that the things in his desk would disappear, otherwise he would have to go to the Academic Affairs Office to buy books in the early morning.

When Guan Yao and his little brothers returned to the classroom after having a refreshed breakfast, it happened that Gao Xun came in with desks from outside.

"Are you going to keep playing this kind of outdated TV series?" He even said something to Guan Yao in a normal tone.

Seeing that they were blocking the back door with surprise on their faces, Gao Xun put down the table and looked at them quietly.

The calm and unchanging expression instantly made Guan Yao feel that he was the one who was being bullied.

Why is there such an angry guy as Gao Xun? ?

Probably Guan Yao is a person who starts and ends. In order to replay the plots of outdated TV dramas, things gradually developed to the point where Gao Xun was not even quiet during lunch time.

And sometimes there is no need for Guan Yao to do it. Those classmates who used to just follow the fun gradually joined in this nasty and naive game. So, it's cool to prove that bullying him costs nothing, they can do it too, everyone can do it.

There is also a worry hidden in my heart that no one dares to say: What if I don’t follow the crowd and the next unlucky person becomes me?

As a result, the individual behavior of just a few people turned into a large-scale exclusion in the class.

Gao Xun is still the same.

Just shifted my lunch spot away from the classroom.

Of course, based on the actual hygiene situation in the school, it is impossible for Gao Xun to go to the bathroom to eat like in the TV series.

The place where he moved was the art classroom in the annex building.

Students in the first grade of No. [-] Middle School have an art class. Although it is the same as music class and physical education class, there is only one class left in a week. Occasionally, they still cannot escape "the teacher in charge suddenly fell ill, so we will learn mathematics in this class." fate.

But according to the schedule, they still have art classes.So correspondingly, there are also art classrooms.

In the art class that was rarely held several times in a semester, the art teacher noticed that Gao Xun had a good sense of color and a little knowledge in composition. He was very impressed, so Gao Xun asked him to borrow a spare key and said that he wanted to take advantage of the lunch break in the art classroom. When painting to relax, he lent it to him without too much hesitation.

It was at the gate of this art classroom that Gao Xun met Kuang Huaigu for the first time.

That day, Gao Xun was the same as usual, carrying his own lunch box to the art classroom for dinner, saw a boy poking at the door, held the doorknob of the classroom, shook it a few times, found it didn't move, then turned to the window with a click, and tried to push it. push.

The window was unlocked, and he sighed gratefully, then climbed up the ledge.

The boy turned halfway through the window, and when he was riding on the window frame, Gao Xun had almost just reached the door and inserted the key into the lock.

He opened the door and went in, and the other party just jumped into the classroom in response.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the other party rubbed the back of his head with some embarrassment and smiled at him and said, "I'm here to get the phone. I left it here in the last class."

Gao Xun just went to the back seat and sat down as if he didn't hear, opened the rice bag in his hand, and started to eat with a spoon.

The boy found his lost mobile phone and put it back in his pocket, looked at Gao Xun's smooth movements and couldn't help asking curiously, "Why did you come to eat in the art classroom?"

Gao Xun continued to eat his meal without saying a word, but the boy was not overwhelmed by this kind of ignorance that made people unable to get off the stage. He shrugged and simply sat back in front of Gao Xun, lying on the back of the chair with a He watched Gao Xun eat with interest.

"My name is Kuang Huaigu, from class six, how about you?"