Chapter 2, The Beginning of the School Year
At the sound of "Zhi" from the front, Fang Ying looked up and realized that, without her noticing, it was already her turn.
Wei Ming echoed: "What kind of teacher is this, just a complete nuisance!" He was stout and robust, resembling a man from the northern grasslands, but when he got excited, his voice became sharp and high-pitched
Zhang Jun raised his hand and said, "Very good, you are called ... ..."
Wan Zilin pushed aside her outer hair, revealing a strand of smoky blue hair underneath. "Is it beautiful?"
As Jiang Xichi slowed down, he watched Fang Ying sweep past him, disappearing into the distance.
Hey, what is wrong with you, classmate
Fang Ying rolled her eyes and stepped on the pedal, catching up with Jiang Xichi, who was riding with one hand while holding an ice pop in his mouth, and exclaimed: "Pretentious!"
I have other matters to attend to this afternoon, you may go on your own
No one is answering
With the left hand supporting the chin, the right hand flips through the pages one by one
Once I started moving, I felt a slight breeze; however, the scorching sun overhead and the relentless autumn heat quickly caused me to break into a sweat.
Fang Ying did not respond and stuffed the newly received book into the drawer
Before long, the second book arrived again
The sun has already passed its zenith, and the cool air mixed with various scents in the alley rushes towards me, instantly alleviating much of the heat on my body
Fang Ying was taken aback
A tall man is gripping her slender arm, which is clad in a white T-shirt, with considerable force, resembling a mantis pinching the two thin legs of an ant
Zhang Jun frowned, "Why sleep on the first day of school?"
The following, and so on, do not mess around!
Eight people entered in a sparse manner
Go with four boys and Class Monitor Fan to the equipment room to move our class's textbooks over
It is Fang Ying's turn
With a pause in his steps, he picked up his backpack and sat down in the third row to the south, next to the books.
That student
... ...
As I walked through half of the alley, I suddenly saw a familiar figure ahead.
Zhang Jun stepped onto the podium to continue with the next item. As Fang Ying picked up the book, preparing to flip through it again, Jiang Xichi, who was sitting in front, suddenly turned around and glanced at her.
Jiang Xichi glanced around and his gaze stopped at the last row by the window on the south side, where a head was resting, fast asleep.
Zhang Jun will proceed to the next matter - the homeroom teacher's message
Do you understand what discipline means
He finished an ice cream slowly, rode his bicycle across the bridge, and arrived at Qiaohua West Alley. The road inside was bumpy and difficult to walk on. Jiang Xichi got off the bike, shrugged the sagging backpack onto his shoulder, and pushed the bicycle into the alley
Fang Ying suddenly woke up, dazedly shaking her head to look around, only then realizing that she was in the classroom
Fan Li
Fang Ying. The "Fang" in direction, and the "Ying" in "decayed grass turns into fireflies"
Fan Zhiyang
to.
I casually flipped to a page and glanced at it with utter boredom: "... ... I have never seen wisteria bloom so abundantly, only a magnificent expanse of light purple, like a waterfall ... ... "
Wan Zilin gently nudged Fang Ying's elbow, "Ah Ying, impressive! You dared to confront the homeroom teacher on the very first day!"
In no time, five students moved bundles of textbooks back to the classroom. The temporary class leader, Fan Zhiyang, volunteered to divide the books for each subject into four stacks, with each stack containing sixteen books, placing them on the desks in the first row for everyone to pass back.
Jiang Xichi shifted his gaze away from the book and glanced back. Fan Zhiyang received praise from Zhang Jun, and he was so delighted that he scratched the back of his head, his belly nearly bursting the buttons of his checkered shirt.
Having said that, he picked up the backpack from the chair and slung it over his shoulder, "I am leaving"
Fang Ying hurriedly stepped aside, and that "colorful" object floated down lightly to the ground
Fang Ying looked up for a moment
Fang Ying is still sleeping
The classroom is in such a commotion, yet she is able to sleep soundly
The heat outside was oppressive, and Fang Ying hung her backpack on the handle and mounted her somewhat new bicycle
Fan Zhiyang
Fang Ying tugged her sleeve down to cover the back of her hand and raised an eyebrow, asking: "What is it?"
At 11:00 AM, the lengthy school registration finally came to an end. Zhang Jun reminded everyone to attend class on time tomorrow and not to be late before leaving the classroom. As soon as he left, three students rushed towards Fang Ying, surrounding her.
Wan Zilin: "Aying, shall we go out to play in the afternoon? Did you notice that I got a haircut?"
Jiang Xichi withdrew his gaze and walked towards the back of the team
Someone reminded Zhang Jun that her name is "Fang Ying"
Fang Ying stood as the fifth in the girls' line, her head drooping, and she let out a yawn listlessly. This time, she was not dressed in black clothes and pants; on her upper body was a white T-shirt, and on her lower body, a pair of faded jeans.
Zhang Jun shouted: "First, four girls, then four boys, one boy and one girl at the same table, go sit in the front row!"
Waking up early, I went to the bridgehead to buy a variety of breakfast items such as steamed rice cakes, buns, and soy milk, placing them on the table. I took a bun in my mouth and rode my bicycle out.
As soon as the words fell, an arm shot up high.
Fang Ying! Stand up for me!
Her voice was not loud, and after speaking, she simply took her seat
Fang Ying, having emerged victorious, did not display any significant emotions. She sat down abruptly, spread out the recently issued "Middle School Student Code of Conduct," and propped it up in front of her, covering her head.
She put away the Chinese language book on the table, wiped her flushed and warm face with the back of her hand, pushed the chair back a bit with her body, and lazily leaned against the back of the chair
The figure of the boy in the front row stands upright, with both hands casually tucked into his pockets
After five boys left the classroom, Zhang Jun instructed the remaining students to line up in the corridor in order of height
Fang Ying pouted and said, "It's inexplicable"
Fang Ying let out a "tch" and had no choice but to sit up straight, moving her chair forward to take the book from the boy's hands
Having not seen each other for most of the summer vacation, I indeed feel that Wan Zilin seems to be somewhat different, but she cannot quite articulate what exactly has changed.
A middle-aged man cleared his throat and said, "My name is Zhang Jun, and I am your homeroom teacher. Please settle down, I will take attendance first..."
There is indeed something. Isn't next week your birthday? Let's go that day
Jiang Xichi cast a faint glance and then turned back again
Fang Ying ignored him and leaned over the table
Fang Ying
Suddenly, he let go of the handlebars with both hands, not knowing what he was fiddling with. The bicycle swerved in an S-shape, and just as it was about to fall, he calmly grasped the handlebars. Immediately after, a colorful object was blown back by the wind, making a rustling sound.
It is the packaging paper of the ice pop
Jiang Xichi withdrew his gaze and placed the last book beside her arm in the empty space.
Three people, two women and one man, are named Wan Zilin, Kong Zhenzhen, and Wei Ming
Move back a little, I can't reach it
His seat is in the second to last row
Zhang Jun's face flushed red and then pale with anger. He glared with wide eyes for a while, then waved his hand, signaling the students behind to continue sitting down.
Jiang Xichi pulled out a chair, sat down, and cast a glance over Fang Ying's head
Wan Zilin hugged Fang Ying's arm and said playfully, "Let's go out together, shall we? We can go take some photo booth pictures, and Shan Ge also said he would treat us to karaoke."
Hurry and ring the bell, take a closer look, Jiang Xichi
On September 1, Jiang Xichi went to Qingye Middle School to report.
In the classroom of Class 1 (3), the noise of voices was overwhelming. A middle-aged man stood at the podium, shouting at the top of his lungs while on the phone: "Please sit down, please sit down! Feel free to take any seat! Those who have not paid the tuition fees should go to the finance office in the cafeteria to pay the fees!" At that moment, some parents led their children over to ask how to get to the cafeteria.
The sky has cleared after the rain, "Do you remember my birthday?"
No one should respond
My name is Jiang Xichi, Jiang as in Jiang Jieshi, Xi as in the West, and Chi as in a water pool. After a pause, without mentioning any zodiac signs or hobbies, I simply took a seat
Fang Ying quickened her pace and suddenly saw a person at a stall ahead mount a vehicle and brake sharply towards the diagonal front
Wan Zilin pouted and said, "Why is it that every time I call you, you are unwilling to go out?"
Transitioning from elementary school to middle school signifies that you are about to embark on an entirely new journey
Hmm. Fang Ying's gaze was fixed on the girl Kong Zhenzhen, who was tapping away on her phone's keyboard. "Wei Ming, Zhenzhen, you two go have fun."
Only after everyone else had rushed out did Jiang Xichi put down the book and walk to the door
Fang Ying pouted, took out a ballpoint pen from her backpack, and spread out the ten or so textbooks that had been distributed, flamboyantly scrawling her name on the title page, each character as large as a fist
I heard someone in the front and back seats snicker, "I think we should call him a rice bucket."
By 9:30, the comings and goings of people finally settled down
Her bicycle is truly in a terrible state, creaking and groaning as if it is about to fall apart
As soon as the words were spoken, chaos ensued. Tu Shu and Fang Ying entered the classroom, but instead of sitting in the second row, she went straight back to her own seat.
Exactly in front of Fang Ying
The window was wide open, allowing a slight breeze to enter, causing her hair to flutter gently. Her hair was very fine and seemed quite soft, with the tips tinted by a touch of morning light
Fang Ying stood up impatiently, glancing sideways at Zhang Jun, and said, "What do you want?"
The boy in front did not turn back, extending his arm over his shoulder to pass something behind him
Jiang Xichi took the last two books that were passed forward, placed one on his own desk, and handed the other one back.
"Do you understand what is meant by humanization?" Fang Ying scoffed lightly, "I am farsighted, so I can't see clearly from the front."
Jiang Xichi took a book out of his bag, reading it while waiting for Zhang Jun to read out each name one by one
Zhang Junqing cleared his throat and asked, "Is there any classmate willing to volunteer to be our temporary class monitor?"
Fang Ying
A plethora of meaningless talk
Zhang Jun muttered a couple of times "Pay attention to rest" and continued with the roll call that had been interrupted. After finishing the roll call, he instructed the students to distribute the "Middle School Student Code of Conduct" and the "Safety Education Manual"
Still in that lazy tone, "Didn’t sleep well yesterday."
This person is the one from last night...
Zhang Jun has finally finished his lengthy speech, "Alright, let's start with the first group in the first row. Everyone will take turns introducing themselves—quiet down, no side conversations!"
The two lines of students quickly dwindled to just two short segments, as Jiang Xichi followed the classmates in front of him into the classroom
to.
Well
After a moment, a languid voice said: "Arrived."
Jiang Xichi came to a halt.
The hand remained motionless
Zhang Jun raised his voice, "Fang Ying! Has Fang Ying not arrived yet?"
Fang Ying yawned, opened her Chinese textbook, and realized that the middle school Chinese textbook was no longer in full color.