Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 602 The Most Romantic Thing - The Same

Is this racket in her custody?
Yan Xiaoyu couldn't help being taken aback.

Cough cough, she was wrong again? !
It turned out that in Principal Li's eyes, she was not just a courier, but also a custodian?
She is obviously just a small study committee member, okay?
Yan Xiaoyu curled her lips and glanced at Principal Li twice, huh?

Principal Li, unexpectedly, didn't look at her?
Talk to her without looking her in the eye?

Isn't that rude? !

Does the text on the right wall look as good as her?Cough cough, prettier than her?

No, what she meant was that the scrolls on the right wall can't speak, and they don't have eyes, so why look at calligraphy and paintings?
Can calligraphy and painting help Principal Li keep the racket?Really!
The corner of Yan Xiaoyu's mouth twitched, and she looked at the head teacher beside her, ahem, the head teacher didn't look at her either.

Sure enough, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is even more crooked.

Then she is also crooked and crooked.

Yan Xiaoyu turned her head, took the three pairs of unopened table tennis balls, and walked towards the seat with three steps.

I can't believe the head teacher's words in the future!
Among the 1000 small etiquettes that should be paid attention to, the top ten are among them. When talking, you should look at the other person's eyes to show respect.

It turned out that they were all lies!

snort!In the future, she will also study selectively.

snort!She will not listen to the head teacher in the future.Good looking?She is not rare anymore!

Yan Xiaoyu raised her eyebrows slightly, pursed her mouth, glanced at the young head teacher out of the corner of her eyes, and turned her head away.

Hey, what is Fang Xiaoxiao looking at her?
Yan Xiaoyu glanced inadvertently, and saw Fang Xiaoxiao on the right, looking at her with a bewildered face, her big eyes were full of innocence, innocence and doubt.

cut!
What are you pretending to be innocent?
She is the most innocent one.

Yan Xiaoyu rolled her eyes and Fang Xiaoxiao looked at her feet, the road under her feet.

She has learned the lesson just now. When walking, she must lower her head and concentrate on looking at the road under her feet. She can't look around.

What is Yan Xiaoyu's expression?Li Wenwen stretched out his hand and pulled Fang Xiaoxiao, his grades are amazing.

Fang Xiaoxiao turned his head to look at Li Wenwen twice, then at Yan Xiaoyu, lowered his head, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.Originally, Yan Xiaoyu's grades were good.

If she also had Yan Xiaoyu's grades, she would definitely be worse than Yan Xiaoyu.

Unfortunately, she didn't.

There are more than 40 people in the class, and she ranks No. 30 and fifth.

Fang Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, and then turned her head to look at the table tennis racket in Yan Xiaoyu's hand, with a hint of envy in her eyes.

awesome.

Yan Xiaoyu not only has good grades, she can even play table tennis.

Unlike her, her grades are not good, she can't play table tennis, can't run [-] meters, and can't jump goat.

Ahem, there is only one, and she is the most powerful.

She can jump in a bunker!
hehe.Fang Xiaoxiao turned her head and looked at the table in front of her. When she noticed Li Wenwen's gaze from her deskmate, she looked at her and saw a look of disdain in her eyes.

Fang Xiaoxiao laughed lightly, tilted his head, and looked away.

Li Wenwen has the capital to be proud of.

Although Li Wenwen was on par with her in terms of sports, Li Wenwen was much better than her in terms of studies.

She is the last twenty.

Li Wenwen was just the opposite, the top twenty, no, to be precise, the top fifteen.

Before the summer vacation, she deliberately read Li Wenwen's report card, and they all scored more than 90 points.

And her, ahem, it's worth not mentioning her appalling grades.

Fang Xiaoxiao fiddled with the Chinese textbook in front of him.In fact, she is not interested in going to school at all, but, mother said, girls still need to read more books, no matter how bad they are, they must finish junior high school.

She wants to be like sister Yuanyuan from the next door, and she wants to go to the next village to learn how to make clothes.

Every time she went to Sister Yuanyuan's house and saw Yuanyuan stepping on the pedal of the sewing machine, up and down, walking on the panel with her left hand, and turning the small screw on the right side of the sewing machine with her right hand, her heart ached. Also followed trembling.

She also wanted to learn, almost wanted to try.

Sister Yuan is only three or four years older than her. According to Aunt Zhan, Sister Yuanyuan can already earn money to support her family.

And she, who is only three or four years younger than her sister, sits in the classroom in a daze every day.

Looking at the high roof and the off-white floor, it doesn't look good at all.

I wanted to turn my head to look out the window, but found that the not-so-wide window was a little far away, and I had to turn my head back to look through.Every time I wanted to read it, I would unconsciously see Yan Xiaoyu reading a book, looking very serious.

I will also see Tongtong, sitting against the wall, who seems to be reading a book seriously. When I look carefully, cough cough, I just meet her gaze.

Although she was smiling, it always made her feel a little cold, and her hairs stood on end.

Is this the so-called sense of oppression brought about by good grades?
Fang Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, turned her head, and looked towards the front door on the right.

Outside the door, ahem, what about the pleasant scenery?
What came into view was the back of the heads of the two girls near the door on the front right, and the pillars on the corridor outside the front door that blocked all the scenery. They were gray and not pretty at all.

Fang Xiaoxiao looked away resentfully, but inadvertently saw the head teacher in front of the podium looking over.

Ok?Why does the head teacher want to see her?

Fang Xiaoxiao looked around and found that everyone was sitting quietly without making a sound, as if they were waiting for something.

Fang Xiaoxiao carefully looked in the direction of the head teacher, huh?

Misunderstanding!
The teacher in charge wasn't looking at her.

Over the top of her head, looked towards the window on the right side of the classroom.

Originally, I thought too much, Fang Xiaoxiao lowered her eyes, took the Chinese textbook in front of her and flipped through it boredly.

When is it a head?

She is only in fourth grade now.

Niang said that if she wants to finish junior high school, she must be at least the same as her brother.

elder brother?Humph.

Fang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but feel stuck in her heart, could she be the same as her brother?

My brother has been mischievous since he was a child.

When I was five years old, I climbed a tree to dig out a bird's nest, fell from the tree, slipped and broke my knee, and was beaten by my father.

When I was six years old, I went to the river outside the village to touch fish. I almost slipped into the river and was drowned. Fortunately, my fourth uncle who was passing by saw it, brought it back, and was severely beaten by my father.

She didn't see that at that time, she was still young and was still held in her mother's arms.

At the age of seven, my brother went to school.

On the first day of school, the beautiful female teacher in the kindergarten class was so angry that she cried.

At noon, when the teacher watched them take a nap, I tied two frogs on the teacher's long braid.With a croak, the teacher stood up in fright, and the two frogs dangled on the skirt of the female teacher.

Later, he was carried home by his father, beaten and kicked all the way.

At that time, she seemed to have seen it, and that picture seemed to exist in her memory.

Later, my brother finally became honest.

However, when I was nine years old, another moth appeared and destroyed all the roses planted by Grandma Zhang's family in the next village.

The reason is that the teacher who taught nature said that rose flowers can be dried and made into tea.

Later that day, my father who came home late carried me to a corner and beat me up violently.

Can she, a quiet, well-behaved girl who likes to smile, be the same as her brother?

Fang Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, of course it was impossible.

The biggest impossibility is that although my brother is mischievous and loves to get into trouble, he is smart and has good grades.

In a blink of an eye, my brother was 12 years old and went to Zhenxi Middle School to study in junior high school.

My elder brother, who was in junior high school, seemed to have grown up a lot all of a sudden, and he stopped getting into trouble and getting beaten up.

In front of her mother, she said to her very intimately: "Little sister, you must study hard, and you must study at Zhenxi Middle School like your brother."Let's study hard together and make progress every day.

Fang Xiaoxiao listened, then smiled, and replied: "Okay."

In fact, she didn't want to read at all.

She just wanted to learn a craft and step on that squeaky pedal like Sister Yuanyuan from Aunt Zhan's house next door.

"The head teacher is looking at you, what are you in a daze for?"

Li Wenwen, who was at the same table, gently pushed Fang Xiaoxiao.

ah?Fang Xiaoxiao came back to his senses, swung his eyes left and right, looked at the head teacher, and met the head teacher's gaze...

(End of this chapter)