Section 3, class for the class teacher.

The flag-raising in the morning was criticized by the whole school. As the head teacher, he should be the one with the most dull face.

The late arrival, his face was tense, and the storm was brewing, making the atmosphere in the classroom heavy.

He glanced at the classmate below with "hate that iron is not strong" in his eyes, picked up the blackboard and rubbed it hard on the podium, and rumbling it in his throat, unable to help but vent his temper.

The whole class was so scared that he sat upright, even if the old guys in the classroom were in the last row, he would not dare to strode the tiger's beard.

"Zhao Gang! Fan Hongfei! Fan Zijie! Stand up." The voice was evil.

The three of them had long thought that the storm would pour out at this moment, and it was inevitable.

"If you don't learn well, it's so easy to smoke? You'll get blackened your lungs. In the future, when you get cancer, you'll cry."

"The table is crooked and I don't know how to align it when I arrive at my grandma's house?"

"Squeak squeak" sounded like the table feet rubbed against the ground. Looking left and right, the rows of seats finally became more neat.

“Who is on duty today?”

"Who did the trash can be placed at the back of the classroom?"

"Who threw the banana peel on the side of the trash can? Your hand is broken? It's just a little short of it, so you can't throw it in?"

"Tooth paper is thrown all over the floor, gum is spitting everywhere, that's what you do at your own home?"

"Yang Hao, what were you born from the garbage dump? Look at the bottom of your table, spicy strips, instant noodles bags, and drink bottles. If you are almost buried, you don't know how to clean it up? You can't clean it up?"

"Anqi, I braided my hair, and then I found my hair disheveled, so I just put it on the scissors."

"Niu Maoguang, how many months have you ignored your hair? Why do you want to be an artist? You open your mouth and speak rustic language. Will you make people laugh to death when you go outside? Cut your head off this afternoon. When you see that you have long hair again in the afternoon, I will repair it for you by yourself."

“…”

After some venting, the class will be over.

I was bored, go to Yang Hao’s place to take a look.

Yang Hao's skin is dark and rough, very much like an African. The hair on his arms is thick and long. Even a pair of thick-framed glasses cannot give him a hint of elegance.

"Hey." He shouted, kicking the stool, almost making the guy dodge his waist. "Why are you crying?"

At this time, Yang Hao's face was tightly close to the corner of the fortress and the tabletop, blocking his face with his hands on both sides, and his nose was thrusting, making it hard to hide his sadness.

He almost let him sit on the ground, but the familiar voice knew that it was Zhang Shang who did it, so he didn't say anything.

"I'm really crying?" Zhang Shang habitually hurt people. His head was close to him, and he saw Yang Hao's swollen eyes, and the sticky nose drooping out of his nostrils...

The child was seriously injured.

"You can cry when you read "Zhu Xian"." replied weakly, Yang Hao quickly took toilet paper from his desk and pocket, trying to wash his nose, but found that the paper was gone.

I had to find a homework book, tear a page from the end, and blocked my nostrils so hard, and squeezed my eyes, "sniffing", the sound was very loud, and the snot splashed all over my face...

I had to tear another one and wipe the water from my face clean, which made me feel a little less embarrassed.

He is really a teenager in his age.

Zhang Shang did not laugh at him, he had such a scene.

At this time, Yang Hao came up secretly: "The next class is geography, why don't we withdraw? Don't go to the last class, go home after the game, save trouble."

His eyes glanced out the window.

“Where to play?”

"Internet cafe, we will contact the Red Alert to call Zhi Lao Er. It's fun to have too many people, so let's abuse him." Thinking of the happy point, Yang Hao's mouth wide open and his eyes flew.

Zhang Shang was very moved, but he understood that he was committing crimes against the wind.

"Not in the morning. The head teacher just finished his temper and was angry. She was caught to death by her at this time. Let's talk about it in the afternoon."

Thinking of knocking on the table in class, Yang Hao immediately felt guilty: "That's right."

Then he found the course schedule from his desk pocket, took a look, smiled slutty, and then leaned forward and said, "Guess what I got?"

Zhang Shang glanced at the course schedule and said that there was nothing special, so some courses were checked?

"I went to the office to hand in my homework last Friday. She was not here, and there was no one in the office. I saw her schedule in her drawer. The other classes have three consecutive classes this afternoon, and I will definitely not look at us from the window during class. We are so happy even after the fifty minutes of activity time after the second class in the afternoon!"

Yang Hao spoke in a daze and gestured to the checkmarks on his course schedule, like an experienced underground worker.

"It's a pity that this child is not going to be an agent." Zhang Shang sighed sincerely.

"Dingling..." The class ringtone is long.

In this class, the class was messy, with those who passed notes, those who went back to chat, those who were having fun at the same table, and all the youths were filled with them, and the first class was in turmoil.

Yang Zhiyuan, seated behind He Tingting, very close to Zhangshang.

"Hey." A crisp voice and a low voice made Zhang Shang, who was bored and wanted to read a geography book patiently, look back.

A small white hand stretched out to the back of his right, with a beautiful fingernail, and a neatly folded small strips of paper between his index finger and middle finger.

Looking back, I saw the pure smile that I had been thinking about for several years that day and night, and I was looking at him.

White teeth, delicate and fat skin, can be broken, and it looks really good when you smile.

Press the stool with his butt and sprained it backwards, so that the two stools behind him could support the ground, and naturally leaned back against the back of the table behind him, so that the distance between him and Yang Zhiyuan was close.

"Who is it for?" Zhang Shang knew that this note should be a way to borrow.

"you."

"Who gave it?"

"I..." The girl's voice lowered.

"Hmm?" Zhang Shang turned around and looked at Yang Zhiyuan's bright eyes.

Only after thousands of years of looking back can we get a reunion in this life.

In the past, who else could Zhang Shang’s best female playmate besides Yang Zhiyuan?

Go to school together and leave school together. Even if you go home and have different roads, you have to give up one more piece before you can be willing to separate.

Countless times: "Wait for me."

"You're dead, why are you walking so fast?"

"My correction liquid doesn't come out anymore, so repair it for me."

"The belt that corrected the belt fell off, I will use it for the next class."

It can't resist the saying "She and Fan Zijie have a partner."

Zhang Shang's eyes are confused, his thoughts are chaotic, and his mood is very complicated.

If you do it again, with the thoughts of adults, you still can’t see where the girl in front of you is playing?

At this time in the previous life, the two people were like a lotus root slice being broken apart. Although the lotus roots were broken, the number of times they spoke gradually became less and less with time until they kept a distance from each other.

More importantly, after graduating from the third year of junior high school, Zhang Shang went to Taigu people's pride "Taigu No. 1 Middle School" based on his father's relationship.

Yang Zhiyuan went to another place to attend a "32" kindergarten teacher, and at this point, the two had no contact.

Many years later, when WeChat was also on the rise, Yang Zhiyuan's circle of friends was full of photos of traveling with her boyfriend.

After more than a year, he got married and had children, and then Yang became fat.

Time crushes many hearts that attract each other.

No matter how much you think about geographical fate, you can't withstand the erosion of time.

"Why, my notes are poisonous?"

Seeing that Zhang Shang was staring at her but not taking the note, Yang Zhiyuan's little hand stumbled on the table and knocked on the back of the stool on Zhang.

But at this moment, He Tingting tried hard to "hate" and punched Zhang up and down his waist.

"What are you two doing? It's class time now, and you're whispering and want to talk." The chalk head hit the back of the head, leaving a white dot.

The geography teacher turned around at some point and saw that his head was facing backwards, and he flew away with his chalk head. I have practiced it.

"And you, that girl, hand over what you are holding!" His eyes fell on the note in Yang Zhiyuan's hand.

"Ah?" I didn't expect that the uncle who has always been "sweet and pity" would open a vegetarian meal today.

The girl squinted her mouth and glanced at her with a slight slightest, and she blamed you.

His head drooped, his hands were hanging in front of him and hesitated to walk out of his seat, knowing that he could not resist.

I had to take a few steps, put the strip in my hand on the podium, and walked back in grievance, feeling very angry with the young wife.

"Let's start teaching, listen carefully and don't be distracted."

The geography teacher is not interested in children's notes, but just starts by killing the chicken to scare the monkey to manage the classroom.

Yang Zhiyuan, who returned to her seat, lowered her head and buried it in her own little world without showing her head again.

Zhang Shang sat upright because Yu Guang, the geography teacher, always stayed here, and it was a warning sign.

The meaning is very obvious: "Child, you are still young, so you are not allowed to hook up with other girls. I can't see it normally, but I don't know it in my sight, teacher!"
To be continued...