To Travel by the Edge of a Creek

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"This phenomenon is definitely not just for her. I feel that you have too much homework in other subjects, so you can do as little as possible in Chinese homework. It's better for you to bully honest people, right? Next time, who will come to my class and write homework for other subjects? They will all go to Class 31 downstairs until they graduate. It’s no use asking for mercy. And you, next time in class I will ask you to write ancient poems silently. If you can’t write correctly, you can go too.” After Lao Guo finished speaking seriously, he looked like a normal person. The lecture continued as usual.

The students didn't dare to do anything else. They asked in a low voice what the teacher at the front, back and left desks was talking about. Then they turned to that page and listened obediently. It didn't matter whether they were concentrating on pretending or not, just in case they really went to Class 31. Then don’t even think about studying.

Class 31, a class exclusive to this senior year, is not strictly a class at all. There are only more than ten people in it. They are all the dregs filtered out from various classes since the first year of high school. If they don’t make progress in their studies, they will go against the school. On the contrary, I went to the leaders to argue about equality and human rights over trivial matters. Almost all the unscrupulous remarks on the student opinion column set up by the school on the student's path came from students in Class 31. , students in other classes don’t have the time to write those things, so as long as the leader sees some unpleasant remarks that go against the school’s wishes in the opinion column, he doesn’t even think about it and goes directly to Class 31 to arrest them, and then Class 31 The students felt that this was a great disrespect and distrust towards them, so they went to the school to rationally discuss human rights...

After finishing the Chinese class with trepidation, the students were waiting to finish the remaining two math classes before going home.

But the math teacher is not a soft persimmon to be pinched. She is vigorous, rational and sharp-tongued. Her world is all about learning. No matter how much else she says, it is useless. But sometimes she also has a tender side.

"School isn't over yet, right?" Dong Meng saw the restless mood of the students.

The student shook his head while holding the paper, looking uninterested in class.

"Teacher is also a student here. I know what you are thinking. The leader is checking the class below and no one can leave until school is over. You have passed the two classes by playing and listening to the class well. Otherwise, how about listening to my class? , is that okay? Children," the math teacher said after discussing.

"Okay" Liang Jia is fulfilling her duty as a class representative, which is to act as a dog-leg for the teacher.

"Okay" others also shouted.

In fact, Liang Jia didn't listen to the teacher's lecture. He was studying the topic by himself. However, he listened to what the teacher said to a certain extent. When he knew it was his turn to speak, he put down his pen, sat upright, and agreed with the teacher, "Okay."

Yan Ran looked at the blackboard, and took a look at the smart boy at the same table. The boy looked like a beautiful young man, smart, playful, confident and cheerful.

The math teacher finally gave the students a few minutes to work on the questions, and took the book and went to Class 3 next door to see if anyone had left early.

As soon as the teacher stepped out of the door, the students packed up their things in a fit of excitement. The class was really noisy and successfully attracted the math teacher back.

"What are you doing? get out of class is not over yet. Look at how you look like you are in your senior year of high school. You are all giving me questions." Tong Meng hated the fact that iron cannot become steel.

The class was quiet for a moment. Some people pretended to take out their papers and read them. From time to time, their little eyes glanced at the watch on their wrists, waiting for the minute hand to point to 12, haha, 54321. After class, the students in the class disappeared as quickly as possible.

Yan Ran was calm. He had no expectations of returning home. No matter how much the family pretended to be warm and happy, it was all fake. Besides, there might not be anyone at home.

"My deskmate, I'm leaving first," Liang Jia would still tell him before leaving.

"Well, bye." Yan Ran smiled back at him and slowed down in packing the books in his hands.

After Liang Jia left, Yan Ran put down the book in his hand and sat blankly in his seat. What is the meaning of living? "Why am I who I am? What would I be like if I wasn't in Yan Ran's body? Will I live happily?"

Before he could figure it out, Xu Tian called him away. "Yan Ran'er, let's go," Xu Tian shouted while lying on the door.

"Here we come." Yan Ran picked up his bag and walked out of the classroom.

Two teenagers in white school uniforms chatted and walked downstairs. The midday sun shone on the expensive watch on the beautiful boy's wrist, casting colorful spots on the wall, covering up the ugly scars and fettering the boy for three years.

When Liang Jia arrived home, his little sister, who had just celebrated her sixth birthday, was playing cards with twin sisters from another family in the courtyard. The children were lying and sitting on the ground, both dirty and hot.

"Brother, you're back." Liang Qian saw her brother enter the door and drop the card and ran towards her brother.

"Hey, hey, don't hug me," Liang Jia saw her little dirty paws stretched out and backed away to resist.

"Hmph, you're pretending to be clean." Liang Qian rolled her eyes at her brother.

"Humph, Cinderella" Liang Jia imitated her tone and reprimanded her.

"I'm not Cinderella, I'm Snow White." The little girl raised her chin proudly.

"It's time to wash your hands and eat." Sun Qing heard the noise outside and stuck her head out of the kitchen and shouted to the two brothers and sisters in the courtyard.

"Okay, I'll be here soon. Let's go, Princess Snow White." Liang Jia took Liang Qian to wash her hands in disgust.

"Why is it fish again? Every time it is stewed, can't it be different?" The little girl pouted unhappily when she saw the white fish soup on the table.

"It's good to eat some. Why don't you choose?" Sun Qing poked Liang Qian's forehead and said.

"I won't eat." The little girl sat at the dinner table and stared at the white fish soup, getting more and more angry.

"You really don't want to eat it? Hey, originally I planned to give you a gift, but now it seems I'd better give it to someone else." Liang Jia deliberately accentuated the word gift.

"Really, what gift?" Liang Qian heard the ceremony

The word "wu" made the whole person energetic, and Liang Jia's eyes were bright as he asked around.

"Eat first, I'll give it to you after you finish your meal." Liang Jia pushed her away and asked her to sit down and eat.

"Oh, okay, Qian Qian will eat first. Brother, don't lie to others. Mom, please bear witness." Liang Qian picked up her small rice bowl and ate hard.

"Little ghost head" Sun Qing scolded with a smile.

"Jiajia, drink more fish soup. You have to replenish yourself under the pressure of high school." Sun Qing picked up the spoon and added another spoonful of fish soup to her son.

"That's enough, mom, I've almost finished three bowls." When Liang Jia saw her mother's new bowl of soup, she wanted to pull Shang Ning to stop it.

"You're so tall, what's the use of eating that little rice? Eat more, eat more." Sun Qing tried her best to persuade her son to eat more, but she had to feed him herself.

"Mom, I really can't eat anymore. Hey, little sister, I will take you to get something. Mom, let's go first." Liang Jia pulled Liang Qian and ran away.

"Here, chocolate." Liang Jia opened his backpack and took out a box of chocolates and threw it to his sister.

"Wow, brother, are you rich? You won't rob a bank, right?" Liang Qian couldn't believe her eyes while holding the chocolate. She thought about the time when she was crying and rolling around in the mall asking for this kind of chocolate. Mom beat her hard. Now that I think about it, it still hurts?

"Yes, the police uncle will also take you away together," Liang Jia threatened her.

"You will scare me and I won't play with you anymore," the little girl said, pretending to leave.

"Hey, don't forget to share it with me," Liang Jia pulled her and warned her.

"I know, I know, hum, I didn't know but I thought they were your sisters," the little girl complained.