The way of football

Zhang Fan didn't do well in the first English class on Monday. He was a little absent-minded, and his eyes would involuntarily turn to An Chun who was sitting in the northwest corner. Zhang Fan warned himself several times, but An Chun seemed to have a huge The magnetic field makes him unable to control himself.And when his gaze met An Chun, he would avoid it with a racing heart.

Am I in love with An Chun?Am I a bit of a toad who wants to eat swan meat, now is not the time to fall in love, will An Chun like me?Zhang Fan, who had just begun to fall in love, spent this English class in wild thoughts. When the class was over, An Chun ran to Zhan Fan's seat as usual, looked at Zhang Fan and said, "What do you see me doing in class? Is there something wrong?"

Zhang Fan blushed, lowered his head and said with a guilty conscience, "Who's looking at you?"

An Chun snorted and said, "Lie.";

After being silent for a while, An Chun asked again: "Why do you go back to your hometown every Saturday? You don't even drink your team's celebration wine?"

Zhang Fan did not dare to tell An Chun about the practice, his uncle strictly forbade him to disclose the practice of marrow washing scriptures and thirteen Taibao horizontal exercises, saying that if outsiders knew about it, it would definitely bring disaster.But he knew that if he didn't say anything, An Chun's curiosity would definitely come to ask him every day, so he lied and said: "My uncle lives alone in his hometown, he is inconvenient, I will go back on Saturday to help him prepare daily necessities for a week. "

An Chun asked strangely: "Is your uncle not married?"

Zhang Fan said sadly: "My aunt died of dystocia, and my uncle has never remarried."

An Chun sighed: "Your uncle is really loyal to love."

The two were chatting with each other, and Zhao Lun came in. Recently, he had heard some gossip about the two of them. Now that they were talking and laughing together, Zhao Lun's expression changed. He didn't want him to The two top students in the class who are capable of entering the key undergraduate courses are affected by their love problems. He may not care about the future of the students, but the number of people admitted to the key undergraduate courses is related to his financial future. He must not let his money go to waste.

After ringing the class bell, Zhao Lun did not give a lecture directly, but said insinuatingly: "Recently, I found some abnormal phenomena in our class. Pay attention to these students, you are not trash students in ordinary classes, you have a bright future, and you are shouldering the heavy responsibility of the No. [-] Middle School to attack the key points of famous brands, I hope you will not do things that students should not do."

Zhao Lun's words were like pouring a pot of cold water on Zhang Fan's head, and Zhang Fan's turbulent heart calmed down again. He wondered if I was qualified to fall in love. For other people, going to college is one of the ways to change their lives. But for Zhang Fan, it may be the only way. As far as his physical condition is concerned, if he doesn't get into a good university, what he can do in the future and whether he can support himself will be a problem, not to mention that he is only unrequited love.

Because he was too involved in his thinking, Zhang Fan actually deserted Zhao Lun's class. He didn't even hear Zhao Lun's questions about him. Zhao Lun was furious. The first Chinese class immediately turned into a political education class, and Zhang Fan was called to the office after class.

When they arrived at the office, Zhang Fan thought that welcoming him would be another rape, but Zhao Lun changed his face, and said to Zhang Fan very gently, "Sit down."

Zhang Fan didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Zhao Lun's gourd, so he sat on the chair anxiously.

"You work very hard and abide by discipline, and your real grades should be higher than your current ranking. I have always noticed this. Today is because I got a little angry." Zhao Lun coughed and said.

The teacher apologized to the students. This had never happened before in No. [-] Middle School. Zhang Fan didn't say a word. He wanted to see what tricks this class teacher, who is known for his iron-fisted class management, was playing. However, Zhao Lun paid so much attention to him, and Zhang Fan was still a little moved.

Seeing Zhang Fan's moved expression, Zhao Lun continued, "I am deeply in love with you. You know that I have great hopes for you. Recently, I heard that other teachers said that you tend to be distracted in class, and that you don't know what to do after class. It's time to play football, this is not a good sign, you should know the famous saying that good is like climbing, and evil is like falling."

Zhang Fan stood up gratefully and said, "Thank you teacher for enlightening me. I know I made a mistake, and I will correct it in the future."

Zhao Lun said very relievedly: "If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There is nothing good about being good. Go back to class, and remember that you should have a good relationship with your classmates, but you can't be too close."

In fact, Zhao Lun's previous earnest teaching was for the last sentence, which seemed to be spoken casually, but he is a teacher with rich management experience, and he would definitely not say it directly, because it may not only hurt the self-esteem of the students, but may also stimulate students. Considering the student's rebellious psychology, he knew that just mentioning it would be enough for Zhang Fan to think about it for a while.

After returning from the office, Zhang Fan really felt a lot heavier. He is smart and of course understands what Zhao Lun means, but how is it possible to alienate him from An Chun? He never took the initiative to talk to An Chun, usually An Chun would come provoke him.During extracurricular activities in the afternoon, Guo Xing and Deng Jianfei came to ask him to play football, but Zhang Fan didn't go, but he suddenly felt that Guo Xing looked at him today a little strangely, and there was something more in it that he didn't understand.

On Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays, neither Guo Xing nor Deng Jianfei came to ask him to play football. During the extracurricular activities on Friday, An Chun suddenly came to Zhang Fan's seat mysteriously and whispered: "Zhang Fan, let me tell you a very funny thing. .”

An Chun took out a letter to Zhang Fan: "What do you think this is?"

What?Is it a love letter?Not so much fanfare.Zhang Fan felt his heart almost jumping out. He took it over and saw that it read at the beginning: Chunchun, hello. . . . . . . . . .It turned out to be a love letter written by someone else to An Chun.Zhang Fan suddenly felt a little angry and a little scared, as if someone was going to steal his beloved things.But he deliberately said lightly: "What era is it, and you still use such an old-fashioned way to chase girls."

An Chun sat on Zhang Fan's table and laughed: "It's shocking to say it. It was written by Guo Xing. I really didn't expect him to like me. We grew up together, and I have always regarded him as a younger brother."

"Do you think I promise or not? I haven't been in a relationship yet? Guo Xing is also pretty handsome, and he still listens to me." An Chun shook her slender, white and tender thighs, tilted her head as if talking to herself, and seemed It was to Zhang Fan that the eyes of the boys in the class almost popped out.

Zhang Fan really wanted to say that he would never agree, but in the end he said the most unnutritious words: "We are students, so let's focus on studying now."

An Chun seemed to deliberately tease Zhang Fan and said, "I know that high school students should focus on their studies and supplement their love."

Zhang Fan was speechless, he suddenly understood what was the strange look in Guo Xing's eyes that day, it was hostility and jealousy.

An Chun suddenly changed the subject and said: "Do you still have a game on Saturday? We have agreed, you can treat me to dinner after you share the money."

Changing to this topic, Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's not certain, maybe we will fight with the Tianjian team, I can't afford to invite you to eat well."

An Chun smiled and said, "It's good to slice the noodles. Otherwise, I won't cheer for you."

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