The lunch break passed in a flash.
The afternoon class starts at 2:30, and there are three sessions. Evening self-study does not force day students to attend. Xu You put the books in his schoolbag, put on a short sleeve, put on a school uniform and went to the classroom.
On September day, it was extremely hot after noon. I walked all the way, and when I got to the classroom, sweat broke out on my forehead.
It was 2:15, and there were only two or three people in the classroom.
Xu You sat in the seat, looked around, took out the book, and shook his head.
If it hadn’t been for the knowledge that their class had just finished physical education in the morning, she would almost doubt if everyone ran to the sports ground for the first class.
I wrote math problems quietly for a while, and people came to the classroom one after another. With a pen in her hand, Xu You lowered her head to flip through the book, and suddenly a cup of crushed ice was placed on the desk.
She looked up, Fu Xueli carried Hellokitty's small leather bag, and said with a smile: "My kid, I bought it for you."
"Huh?" Xu You hurriedly stood up, let Fu Xueli in, stammering: "This...I..."
"What are you mine?"
Fu Xueli shook her head and raised her eyebrows, "If you don't drink, I will lose it."
After a few seconds, Xu You lowered his head and said softly, "Thank you."
She thought about it. I feel that the new classmates in this class do not seem to be as bad as external rumors.
At least her deskmate, Fu Xueli, is really a warm and beautiful girl.
Xu You bit the straw and secretly glanced at the person sitting next to him playing with the phone.
She accidentally took a big mouthful, the crushed ice was too cold, and she was shocked by the cold.
I couldn't help but cough, and I was afraid that it would affect other students in the classroom, so I could only cover my mouth.
Xu You rarely drank this kind of things. When she was at home, she only drank cold boiled boiled water and mung bean water. That kind of weird drinks and cold drinks, never touched.
Looking at her like this, Fu Xueli laughed out loud and suddenly asked, "Hey... kid, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Huh?" Xu You was stunned, shook his head, "No."
"You are so cute, no one is chasing you?"
Xu You was embarrassed: "I'm not cute, you are the first person to praise me for being cute."
"Really?" Fu Xueli laughed again, "it means I have a good vision."
The two of them were just lying on their seats, you and I chatted.
In fact, Xu You is not an introverted girl in the traditional sense, just a little bit slower. After getting acquainted, she felt that she actually had a lot to say.
Gradually, the class was full and a little noisy, and the teacher took the handout and walked onto the podium.
Xu You quickly drank the rest of the cup, tidied up the table, and took out his Chinese textbook.
"Hey, why are there two empty seats behind the four groups? Who is sitting?" The Chinese teacher pointed his finger over and asked the class leader.
"Thanks and Song Yifan."
The squad leader stood up and answered in a calm voice. Obviously, he had dealt with this kind of problem many times.
The Chinese teacher rolled his eyes and did not continue to ask.
These two people will step into the classroom if they are better, and be late if they are worse.
Teachers in various subjects feel annoyed, but they have nothing to do.
After drinking a sip of water, she picked up the chalk and wrote "Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin" on the blackboard.
Halfway through the writing, the back door of the classroom was knocked open with a bang.
The whole class looked over, and the Chinese teacher paused and turned his head.
Thanks to the words and Song Yifan, looking at the eyes of the whole class casually, one after another, came in leisurely.
The Chinese teacher seemed to bear it for a while, without losing his temper, turned his head and continued to finish writing the words on the blackboard.
Xu You listened to the movement behind with fear.
——Boom, boom.
The two uncles pulled out their chairs, made a loud noise, and finally sat down.
"What are you doing? Has the matter been resolved in a moment?"
Fu Xueli leaned back on the thanksgiving table, lowered her voice, and turned to look at them.
Too lazy to speak, he flipped a book from the drawer and slammed the table.
Song Yifan shook his legs, and said indifferently: "Fu Yiquan counts as a dick. A Ci and I found someone to get him out of the game, and then went to the Internet cafe to play games."
"Eh no, Aci, you really made a deal with Qiu Qingqing." Fu Xueli looked at him, "That woman is a bitch, I don't like it."
"You're just jealous that others are better-looking than you." Song Yifan didn't care about it next to him.
"No, Song Yifan, don't you think?" Fu Xueli looked serious, "Aci took her out to play a few times, and felt that she looked down upon us with poor grades."
Song Yifan didn't care again, oh, and said, "Isn't it because people get mud and don't get stained."
He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and became a little impatient, so he leaned on the desk and got ready to sleep.
"Okay, let's learn a new lesson today."
The Chinese teacher stood on the podium and cleared his throat, "It's all quiet, I'll find someone to read the text."
Ok.....
The class was silent for a moment.
Nima.
There is something wrong with such a long text in classical Chinese, you have to find someone to read it.
Most of the people in the class quickly lowered their heads, avoiding her patrolling gaze.
The Chinese teacher scanned for a week, his eyes lit up, and pointed to Xu You, who was sitting upright, and asked, "Well, the girl in the back, are you the transfer student who came in the morning?"
Xu You was dumbfounded for a moment. When she reacted to the teacher's question, she looked at herself in all directions, blushing involuntarily, stood up silently, and nodded.
"what is it call?"
"Xu Yo."
"Where did it come from?"
"Xizhou."
"Oh, this place." The Chinese teacher thought for a while and nodded thoughtfully, "Southerners, no wonder it's so white."
When the words fell silent, the whole class burst into laughter.
Xu You stood neatly, bowing his head slightly.
Although she has excellent grades since childhood, she is the darling in the eyes of the teacher. But I don't know why, she is afraid of being called up to answer questions, and every time she stands up, her ears can be red.
This kind of well-behaved and quiet female classmate is very popular with Chinese teachers. She nodded and said: "Then you come and read this text with us."
The summer sun passes through the glass, and there is a line of light in the air, with fine particles rising and falling.
The sleeves of Xu You's school uniform were rolled to the elbow, revealing a thin, white arm. She picked up the language document and started reading from the first line.
Word by word.
The voice has the soft waxy characteristic of Jiangnan, the accent is slow, especially soothing and soft.
"Qin general Wang Jian breaks Zhao, captives Zhao Zhao, take all the land, advance to the north, to the southern boundary of Yan..."
The Chinese teacher nodded as he listened. The wrinkles on his face were laughed out, and he was very satisfied.
Not only did Xu You read smoothly, but also many jerky pronunciations were accurate.
It is the effect of previewing in advance.
She was interrupted by the teacher when she read "The wind is cold and the water is cold".
"Stop." The Chinese teacher made a gesture and said gently, "You read this sentence again."
Xu You hesitated: "...the wind is slack..."
"It's wind, feng, rear nasal sound." The Chinese teacher interrupted her, and said kindly: "It's not fen, you have a poor reading."
"Wind, wind..."
Xu You reacted for a while, lacking confidence.
It is true that southerners often do not distinguish between rear and front nasal sounds, and Mandarin is not as good as northerners.
Song Yifan was right behind Xu You and could hear clearly. He finally couldn't help but laugh, shaking his body.
The thank-you note on the side held his head with one hand, his eyes lowered, and he read the phrase ‘the wind is slack and the water is cold’ in the book, grinning and grinning.
The two brothers laughed, and the others laughed.
Classroom discipline was destroyed instantly.
The Chinese teacher was talking and found that there was a noise again behind him. I couldn't help but banged on the blackboard vigorously, and was mad at seeing the ruffians of the group of boys, "Song Yifan! What a laugh, you come to read!"
Song Yifan closed his smiling face for a second, and said bitterly: "I am not laughing alone, I am also laughing at the same table."
"Then you guys together!"
The Chinese teacher heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Xu You, sit down first. Some people in the back give me sleep if they don't want to attend the class. Don't break the class discipline!"
Although Xu You was embarrassed by the smile, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down quietly.
Fu Xueli came over to comfort her, "It's okay, kids, Song Yifan and the others are so cheap and used to it, don't worry about it."
Xu You nodded, not irritated, and whispered: "I don't mind."
In fact, it doesn't matter much, anyway, she has a good temper.
After waiting for a while, the two people behind stood up, dragging their feet.
"Teacher, I and I are illiterate, can you let us go?"
Song Yifan grinned and continued to be poor.
The Chinese teacher's eyes stared: "If you want you to read it, just read it, where is so much nonsense! The thanks start first."
He leaned his shoulders against the wall, took the book to his eyes, glanced at it, and continued to say lazily: "It's Xiaoxiaoxi and easy to be cold."
As soon as this sentence came out, the whole class burst into laughter.
The Chinese teacher glared wide and widened: "Do you guys never finish? Read it to me!"
Xu You lowered his head, looked at the Chinese textbook, and did not smile. She was even more embarrassed by the deliberate thought of the person behind.
Ugh.
She is a little tired.
After a daze, Song Yifan's yin and yang tone made Xu You a little bit more energetic, so he continued to hold the pen and listened carefully.
After finishing the two Chinese classes with great difficulty, the last one is a self-study class.
Ten minutes after class, all kinds of gods, demons and ghosts were making trouble, and the tables and benches were made to move and noisy by a group of squatting boys.
Xu You opened an extra-curricular material with annotated text and prepared to copy the explanations of some key sentences in the new class.
After writing for a while, the class bell rang. Everyone returned to their original positions, and those who went to the toilet flew back to the classroom from the corridor.