ninety-nine twelve

On the second Monday after the official start of school, I got up and went to school as usual.After arriving at the school, I went to the Academic Affairs Office on the sixth floor to get a new box of chalk, and then went back to the classroom two floors down.

This day was no different from usual, but there was indeed some commotion in the grade, at least in our classroom.At a glance, the students were eating breakfast, and those who were catching up with their homework, but most of them looked different from the listless ones of the past week, especially the girls, who gathered in twos and threes, talking rustlingly, vaguely The few words I heard repeatedly were "why don't you come here?" "Is it not coming until class?"

I carefully stepped over the heavy bookcases in the aisle, and sat down just before the late registration.My seat was in the middle of the last row, and there was another set of empty tables and chairs at the end of the meeting, which was left alone, and I didn't know which group to put into it.I tried it, and I was able to hook the set of tables and chairs with my hand, and pushed it away silently.

That's right, there is a transfer student today. The head teacher announced the news in the class before class last Friday afternoon, introducing this compatriot from Hong Kong who is about to transfer to our school for a year.

In addition to supplementary classes during the summer vacation, the third year of senior high school has been studying for more than a month. The course content has changed from learning new knowledge to the general review of the college entrance examination, and the evening self-study has changed from voluntary participation to compulsory participation. Dyed the atmosphere of the whole grade into a pool of stagnant water.In such a tense period of senior year, transferring students is not a trivial matter. The transfer students at this time can be regarded as giving this sleepy class and grade a little vitality, especially the gossip that came out from nowhere overnight. The student has a background, is rich, and looks handsome.

But until the music for the flag-raising ceremony started playing on the campus radio, the transfer student still hadn't come.

There is no need for morning reading on Monday morning. The teachers and students of the school will use this time to gather in the playground for a morning meeting and hold a flag-raising ceremony, followed by speeches by the principal or director of teaching and student representatives.

The assembly music is very long, and it is played back and forth three times, which is enough for all classes in the whole school to line up.The boys are tall, and most of them are standing at the end of the line. Now the teachers are all going to the flag-raising stand in front. The classes are getting looser as they go to the back. I stand with my pockets in my pocket, chatting with the people in the next class. .

As the music came to an end, the front line suddenly started to move, with black heads on the back, and it was hard to tell which class was in trouble. The crowd that had gradually quieted down began to make noise again, and people kept turning their heads to look at the several classes here. The team, I just noticed that a person was walking in my direction through the crowd.

The man was obviously in a hurry, the tie hadn't been tied yet, it was only hanging around his neck, the collar of his shirt hadn't been turned up properly, and the schoolbag was in his hand, a little embarrassed.

Due to the regular flag-raising meeting on Monday, all students will wear ceremonial uniforms, girls' shirts, skirts and bow ties, and boys' shirts, trousers and ties.Although this person was not fully dressed, his equipment was still in place, only his own sneakers were on his feet.Being late and not wearing school shoes, I was deducted two points for the class when I first arrived. Apart from this, there is nothing special.

I straightened my body and took my hands out of my pockets. It seemed that the team was forming in front of me.

When the man passed by me, there was a gust of wind, he pushed my arm with his elbow, and then a strange voice called my name: "Wu Haoyu." Then the schoolbag behind him was thrown on the ground Muffled.

He was still looking back at his classmates quietly, and this time he also looked at me by the way.

But I don't know him.

After the flag-raising ceremony, the teachers went back to their respective classes and stood behind the line to watch, lest the students gossip.As soon as the morning meeting ended, the transfer student was called away by the old class, and was released when the bell was about to ring. He entered the classroom slowly, and the class fell silent instantly. Every pair of eyes looked at him. He sat down in front of the last set of empty tables and chairs, did not speak, and showed no expression.

I looked at his appearance carefully, but I still can't remember when I knew him.

But I didn't really get a chance to figure out who he was all morning.There are two math classes in the morning, especially the math teacher who likes to procrastinate. There is absolutely no break between classes. It is his style to go to the third class in one go and ring the bell.The fourth class was another half-class physics quiz, and the third get out of class ended late, so everyone hurried to take a last look at the notes and memorize the formulas, so there was no time to meet new classmates.

"It's time, stop writing, and the paper will be passed up from behind."

There are two big questions in the quiz. I ignored a force in the mechanics question at the beginning, and I went back to check it when I couldn’t do it later. Pass the paper up.

"The last classmate, the new classmate, also passed on the paper."

As soon as the teacher finished speaking, someone patted me on the back. When I turned around, I found that the transfer student and his desk and chair had all been moved behind me obliquely. They were pushed to the next group in the morning. What now? Look at all the closest to me.

I stared at him blankly for a second, stretched out my hand, and waited for him to give me the paper.

The man met my eyes, smiled at me, then lowered his head, wrote his name on the paper, and handed it over.

I caught a glimpse of his name written in traditional characters: Zhang Tianle.

After five classes in the morning, a few girls in the front row who always liked to chat in the back row came over. They got together and spoke to me: "Wu Haoyu, do you know that transfer student?"

I glanced at them and responded, "Forget it, elementary school classmate."

"Then do you know each other well? Why did he come here suddenly? He's so handsome."

Handsome ass.

I looked back subconsciously, and the table in the back was long gone.

As if I couldn't get past these three words, I silently pronounced the name several times again, which felt like chewing wax.

Zhang Tianle.

I remember him, of course I remember him.He was my deadly enemy in elementary school. He used a ruler to draw a cut on his back when we were fighting, and there is still a long scar. In the class, we always sit diagonally. Teachers and parents can't do anything about us, but now Thinking about it, I don't know why I always had conflicts with him when I was a child. In short, everyone disliked each other. After a long time, it became a kind of hostile relationship, which lasted until the third grade.

Later, when he was studying, he suddenly disappeared. I heard that he went to Hong Kong to study, and there was no news after that.

Now that I have grown up, I have almost forgotten about the personnel and affairs of my childhood, and my impression is also indifferent. What's more, I don't have a good impression of this person, and there is no possibility of intersection in this life.

But now he is back, he transferred to our school, joined our class, and even sat in the seat behind me.

What kind of fate is this?

The first class on Monday afternoon was the class meeting, which was used as a chemistry class by the old class as usual, except that at the beginning Zhang Tianle was called to the podium to give a dry self-introduction.

"Hi everyone, I'm Zhang Tianle. I'm very happy to come to class three to study with you."

He is not the same as when he was a child, he looks okay, and when he laughed, the girls screamed in front of the old class and took the lead in applauding.He is now a tall, athletic man with a normal complexion, and I vaguely remember him as a briquette as a kid.

Zhang Tianle was very annoying.

He sat right behind me, and would come to talk to me during class without sleeping.

"Hey Wu Haoyu, do you still remember me?"

"What are you looking at?"

"Do you have to study by yourself every day?"

"What do you eat at noon and night?"

"Hey where do you live?"

……

It took a few days for me to find out that Zhang Tianle probably disappeared during the afternoon self-study class every day, and he didn't know where he went in the hour and a half between the end of school and the evening self-study class.

After listening to some scattered news among my classmates, I realized that Zhang Tianle actually joined the school's track and field team.

Every year, the school recruits a lot of students with special talents in sports, and they can rank among the top few in terms of sports competitions in middle schools in this province.Most of the sports students come from district teams, city teams, and provincial teams, and all of them are top-notch on campus. Zhang Tianle transferred from other provinces, and he landed on the school's track and field team within a few days of registration. The matter of extra points has nothing to do with him. Second, the school team whose ability is not up to the standard is unlikely to want him. Thinking about it, I am afraid that Zhang Tianle is very capable, and the track and field team took the initiative to throw an olive branch to him.

I don't remember whether he was good at sports in elementary school, but I just remember that it hurts a lot when he beat someone.At that time, Zhang Tianle was a thorn in the head, mischievous and provoking trouble, and liked to show off. Now he has been transferred to the class for more than a week, and there is no movement, and he is very low-key.

After school at noon this day, I went to the canteen to get bottled water.In the newly-renovated teaching building in the third year of high school, there are only water points every two floors. Our class is on the fourth floor, and there is no water station. A water dispenser was added to the classroom. After our class did this, some classes followed suit, so the grade group decided to order water uniformly. The new and empty buckets are stored in the warehouse behind the school canteen. When needed Just send someone from each class to pick it up.

I got two buckets of water, and as soon as I came out of the canteen, I saw Zhang Tianle playing on the court from a distance. He occupied half of the court by himself, and with his own, all eight courts in the playground were full, and four people walked outside the court. , Naturally, I was going to enter Zhang Tianle's half court. Seeing that something was wrong, I put down the water and walked to the playground.

They argued for a few words, one of them pushed Zhang Tianle, Zhang Tianle threw the ball to the ground, stepped forward and grabbed the man by the collar, raised his fist and was about to swing it.

I grabbed Zhang Tianle's hand, but said to him, "What are you doing, Big Snake."

"What a shame, Hong Kong and Macau are amazing."

"You fucking talk!"

Zhang Tianle wanted to rush forward aggressively while talking, I grabbed him, and continued to say to Big Snake, "We're breaking up, Big Snake, you beat you." After I finished speaking, I glanced at Zhang Tianle, "Follow me to get water. "

He hugged the ball and was pulled away from the court by me. He asked with a puzzled look: "What water?" Before I could answer, he asked again: "Are you friends?"

"know."

Orochi is in class six. I practiced relay with him during the high school athletic meet, and we became familiar with him. The senior three classrooms happen to be on the same floor. After class, everyone will chat in the corridor when there is nothing to do. , the big snake is called Xiao Junlei, and he is called big snake because he looks like a snake.

"Don't mess with him, he's from the military region, he has some background." I said.

"He's fucking sick."

"Why did you quarrel with him?"

"He came up to me and started pitching without saying a word. After the pitch, he said, 'the track and field players are going to practice track and field'. What, your school field doesn't allow the track and field team to play? Isn't it right to play on your school field? First come, first served?"

I am speechless, the relationship between sports students and culture students has always been mediocre, and the relationship between boys is even worse.Boys of this age are somewhat arrogant, and the preferential conditions and guaranteed places for sports students offered by the school when recruiting students are already dissatisfied. The opportunity to be recommended is even more enviable. The track and field team with many sports students bears the brunt. Orochi is an ordinary cultural student with average grades. He's not really a sportsman.

"Okay, that's all he is, don't pay attention to him."

"It's fucking sick."

I pushed Zhang Tianle, told him to stop talking, and led him to the entrance of the canteen, "Help me."

"Damn, it's heavy enough." Zhang Tianle brought a bucket of water, which was just right. With him as a coolie, I didn't have to make a second trip. "This is what you said to get the water. Are you in charge of changing the water today?"

"It's not that I'm in charge of changing the water today, it's that I'm in charge of changing the water every day."

"why?"

"I'm a life committee member."

"What do life committee members do?"

"It means that I will take care of all the trivial matters in the class."

Zhang Tianle was amused when he heard it, "Then what else do you care about? I was bullied by my classmates, and my campus life is not happy, do you care?"

I glanced at him, and didn't bother to pay attention to his words, "Let me tell you, it's best not to report to the grade director what happened just now. If she finds out, you will suffer."

However, during the break of the first class in the afternoon, some students came over and quietly asked me if I had a fight with Zhang Tianle and people from Class [-] at noon.

I was really convinced by the ability of these students to spread gossip, and I thought to myself that this is just a little bit of friction, a few quarrels, no one's fist is thrown at anyone, how can it be considered a fight.

Sure enough, Zhang Tianle was still called for questioning during the last self-study class, and when he came back, he also brought me a sentence: "I told you to go to the office."

I was a little puzzled, Zhang Tianle was fighting, why did he still ask me to go to the office?Looking back at Zhang Tianle, he was lying on the table flipping through his textbooks as if nothing had happened.

As soon as I entered the office, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Only the old class was waiting to give me a lecture, and there was no grade director.

What I said was nothing more than routine inquiries and instructions, and I listened to them one by one.

"Zhang Tianle did this kind of thing to me only a week ago."

Big Snake is actually not a bad person, but his temper is not very good, his personality is a bit domineering, he always hangs out with people outside the school, and likes to have a bit of social atmosphere, but his family is powerful and powerful, and the teachers know it well, and they really want to fight. It's a difficult thing to do.

"You're still fighting at this age, you're not a primary school student."

I laughed secretly, let alone, Zhang Tianle is really a primary school student.

At the end, Lao Ban asked inexplicably, "Have you had a good time with Zhang Tianle?"

I was taken aback and didn't know how to answer, so I finally had to tell her truthfully that Zhang Tianle and I had been classmates for two years in elementary school. he.

After self-study and school in the evening, I went with Dashe and the others. When Zhang Tianle was shopping in a convenience store near the school gate, Dashe yelled to go up and beat him up, but I stopped him.

"Let's go, everything is boring."

The school does not limit students' meals. Every meal, some go to the school cafeteria to eat, some go out to eat, and some go home to eat, all of which are voluntary.Zhang Tianle has been transferred here for almost two weeks. I have seen him sit in a convenience store eating bucket noodles several times. Every time he is alone, playing with his mobile phone while waiting for the noodles, and playing with his mobile phone while eating the noodles.

I don't know why I can't see this kind of scene, so when I saw Zhang Tianle eating instant noodles in the convenience store again, I went in and bought a bucket of noodles for dinner, took the noodles and sat down next to him, and took his side without looking at him, he asked, "Do you like instant noodles so much in Hong Kong?"

He turned his head and found that it was me. He was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, I never eat this in Hong Kong."

"Is it tasty?"

"good to eat."

"Then why don't you eat it in Hong Kong?"

"I can't eat."

"Then why can you eat now?"

"Hey, you are sitting here just to talk about instant noodles with me? You don't care why I can eat them now. I just want to eat them. Don't you eat instant noodles because you want to eat them?"

I lifted the lid and picked the noodles with a fork, but they were not soft enough, so I put the lid back on, looked at him blankly, and said, "I don't want to eat."

In the second half of the evening self-study, the math teacher came in and said that he was going to explain the unfinished papers during the day, and filled the entire blackboard with eloquence.I sat down there, pretending to be listening to the class and taking notes, but I didn't listen to a single word.

I am on duty today, and the requirements of the old class are very high. Every day before school, the blackboard must be wiped with a damp sponge, and then wiped clean with a rubber strip. I have already wiped the blackboard and cleaned up the podium before evening self-study. , Just wait for school to leave directly.This time it's good, the blackboard is full and the dust is all over the place, I have to do it again.

When the classroom turned off the lights and locked the door, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening. I sighed in my heart. I thought I could go home earlier and play games, but now I am not in a hurry.

I walked a little slower and passed the playground. It was already at this point. There were sporadic students playing ball, and some of them were probably on dates. Someone was running on the track. After a closer look, it turned out to be Zhang Tianle.

He can't go home after school, so why is he running here?

I stood still under the tree and watched for a while. He didn't show any intention of stopping. Seeing that the time was getting late and almost all the students had left, I walked to the side of the track and called out to him: "Zhang Tianle—— "

He looked up and saw me, ran over, and asked, "Why didn't you go home?"

I asked back: "Why didn't you go home? You didn't go home at night and ran here."

"I'll move around a bit, and I'll just sit in the classroom all day. I'm so uncomfortable sitting there. Why, you run too?"

"No, I don't feel so uncomfortable sitting in the classroom, you go on running, I'm leaving."

"Hey," Zhang Tianle called to stop me, "then wait a minute, I'll go with you, take me to eat something nearby, I'm starving to death."

At this point, the only place where you can still get something to eat is the convenience store, which is the fastest and the most trouble-free.

Within five hours, Zhang Tianle and I sat in the same seat in the same convenience store twice, looking at each other in silence.Obviously he was the one crying hungry, but it turned out that there was a large bowl of oden in front of me. Looking at Zhang Tianle next to me, he only wanted two skewers of seaweed and one skewer of tofu. I asked, "Don't you eat meat?"

"I have to control my body fat."

"Hey, are you still so professional?"

"Of course, I shouldn't even eat this."

"Eat instant noodles at night, and now you are talking about controlling body fat. You shouldn't eat it. Are you kidding me? You shouldn't eat it. Then you give it to me."

"No, I'm hungry."

I didn't answer, and asked again after a while: "Are you... an athlete?"

"No, no." He paused, and continued: "When I was in the fifth grade, I had a friendship sports meeting with other elementary schools. I went for a run and won No.1. Then my former coach came to me and asked me what I wanted to do. I didn’t want to practice sprinting, and that’s it, I just practiced with his team and participated in some competitions. This time I told him that I would not practice, and he also told me that he would not remove me from the team list. Remove it, I must go back to practice after returning to Hong Kong, I said goodbye, I want to study."

"Are you very, reluctant?" I searched for suitable words according to his expression.

Zhang Tianle pursed his lips and said, "No, it's actually an amateur team. Everyone has nothing to do to train and exercise together."

"Do you like running?"

"I don't know, the coach told me to run, and now your teacher also tells me to run, so I will run."

"If so what do you like?"

Zhang Tianle was silent for a while, looking a little confused, "I don't know, maybe I will know later."

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