5. The erased blackboard bulletin board

The teacher, with a persistent demeanor, passed by and cheerfully exclaimed: "Very good, I did not expect that classmate Yang Zhanyuan not only prepared in advance but can also recite the text."

I looked back and forth, and my classmates were diligently taking notes, everything seemed perfectly normal. Could it be? Is it possible that it fell from the sky?

"Impossible, who else could it be but you!" I was so furious that I felt like I was about to ignite into flames. I charged forward and grabbed Yang Zhanyuan by the neck, shaking him violently. "You bastard! All you do is bully me! Ever since I entered this school, you've been opposing me at every turn... I know you can't stand me and have a grudge against me! What have I done to provoke you... bastard!"

Which bastard wiped off the bulletin board that I worked so hard on for so many days

My desk is bare, and I rest my chin on my hands in distress, glancing left and right, my eyes darting towards Yang Zhan Yuan's textbook.

At that moment, a book fell onto my desk with a "thud".

Please turn to page 23 and recite the first paragraph

The teacher was also taken aback and cleared his throat seriously: "Yang Zhanyuan! Do not be arrogant and complacent! Yao Xiaobu... where are your textbooks? Why haven't you taken out a single book?"

I know that my chalk writing is not beautiful enough, my layout is not neat enough, and my drawings are even more childish

Suddenly, the sound of clapping "pa pa" echoed in my ears, and Yang Zhan Yuan, that fellow, was sitting on the single pole: "Good footwork!"

In the subsequent classes, before each lesson, I would foreseeably go to borrow the textbook from Yuan Yue. She had a good relationship with her new deskmate, unlike me, with an iceberg on my left, and a volcano on my right.

Hey—" I lowered my voice, " the teacher asked you to lend me a book to read! "

With the call of "Long live," the girls practicing basketball all dispersed, and the basketball court was quickly occupied by the boys. I shook my sore arms and remembered that there was still a small corner of the blackboard newspaper that needed to be completed. I decided to use this time to finish it, so I could return to the store a bit earlier to work tonight

... ...

His arrogant voice continued to say: "Regretting it now, aren't you?! If you had known it would come to this, you should have asked me for help back then"

Have you memorized it as well

The result ...! ... When I returned to the classroom, I indeed had to become hysterical and weep bitterly!

Before I could react, I saw the physical education teacher holding a basketball, his face pale with rage as he shouted: "Who ambushed me! Who is attacking me!"

After last night's incident, I have deeply reflected and decided to implement a policy of silent treatment towards him. (Note - Silent treatment: As the name suggests, it is a form of violence, but it does not refer to solving problems through physical actions such as hitting. Instead, it manifests as indifference, contempt, neglect, estrangement, and apathy, causing psychological and emotional harm to others.)

Yang Zhanyuan raised an eyebrow and took his book away

Isn't he always cold, dismissive, distant, and indifferent towards me? I will return the favor in kind... However, I wonder if I will be hurt by his emotional coldness, and whether he will...

Hey! I finally couldn't hold it in any longer, "Pay attention in class, why do you have so much nonsense during your lectures!"

Tears suddenly fell down; I hate myself for crying. I quickly wiped them away, but my eyes were bloodshot.

Yang Zhanyuan twirled the ballpoint pen in his hand, his gaze a mix of amusement and irony: "Teacher, there's no need to make previewing so complicated. Just reading it once is enough to memorize it."

The choice is mine

Yang Zhanyuan raised both hands and said: "It is not me, I was just with you."

After just reading two paragraphs from his textbook, Yang Zhanyuan suddenly closed the book with a "pop" and began to recite without looking at the text.

The class monitor must lead by example; such incidents must not occur again. Teacher Feng said meaningfully, tapping Yang Zhanyuan's desk with the teaching stick, "You should lend your book to the class monitor to read together."

How come we have to go back to the classroom to draw that ugly blackboard newspaper

Yang Zhanyuan's casual smile finally faded, and he reached over to pat my head: "Hey, it's not a big deal, it's just a blackboard newspaper, I..."

Just as I took a few steps forward, Yang Zhan jumped off the single pole and followed behind me

How pitiful... you have been busy for so many days, yet the results are so poor he said as he turned back to look at the bulletin board

With both hands in his pockets, he walked with a swaying gait, embodying a carefree and nonchalant demeanor

These days, I stay up late every day to prepare the blackboard newspaper. After returning to the store, I have to work tirelessly until 12 o'clock! Then I cannot relax, as I need to do my homework! I have to get up at 5 o'clock every day to save on the bus fare from the store to school

What? Blood? In this class, everyone is free to engage in activities

Miser! Let me take a look!

This smile... no matter how I look at it... it seems so sinister!

Amidst the astonished gazes of the packed classroom, I dashed out.

I angrily kicked the basketball in front of me and lamented: that guy doesn't care about me at all, no matter how I treat him, it doesn't matter to him!

Of course, I learned this move from Zuo Ye

No matter how poor it may be, it is still the fruit of my hard work, and it is far better than those who do nothing and only stand by to make sarcastic remarks

No, I... it rained yesterday, and my entire backpack got soaked. Now my books... are drying in the sun

"No, I cannot walk away," he said, his smile deepening at the corners of his mouth. "I am still looking forward to opening my arms for you to lean on when you are crying your heart out..."

You truly are racing against time and persevering!

Yang Zhanyuan pouted, reluctantly extending a finger to poke the textbook between our desks. Leaning over, he looked at me with an exceptionally sympathetic gaze: "It rained heavily yesterday, didn't it?"

Mind your own business

Teacher, I... it's all Yang Zhanyuan who is framing me. Will I die if I look at the textbook!

Evil

"Hey, don't follow me, get lost!" I suddenly turned around and came face to face with Yang Zhan Yuan, whose face was beaming with a smile as bright as mountain flowers.

I shook the book in my hand and bared my teeth at Yang Zhan: "God loves the world, especially me! It drives you crazy!"

Teacher, your nose is bleeding...

Not lending

I swatted his hand away: "Go away! You arrogant fool who knows nothing!"

I must strive to live diligently despite the challenges, for I wish to prove my existence and value! Since I have chosen to come to Zijing City against everyone's opposition, I cannot afford to have any regrets!

Damn it, his smug expression truly makes me want to strangle him!

Yang Zhanyuan

Left drag

All the books are soaked, and I have laid them out one by one on the balcony... I can buy new notebooks, but without the textbooks, how am I supposed to attend class...

This guy is definitely doing it on purpose

I cannot be made a laughingstock by my parents, teachers, Zuo Ye, and everyone else, I do not want that

It is you, it is you, isn't it! I clenched my fists, my eyes filled with a fiery rage, and I stepped closer to Yang Zhanyuan, saying, "You have been laughing strangely since just now! And the implication of your words... it must be you who erased the bulletin board!"

It is a language textbook, brand new, so new that it doesn't even have a name