I seem to have a crush on the little follower

After cleaning, the class teacher called a few tall boys to move the tools back, and then began to arrange the formation.

The tall ones stand in the first row, and the short ones stand in the last row.As a matter of course, Tang Le stood at the back with several other girls. Although there was a boy with him, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

"Hey, Tang Le, Fan Xingchen was repeated in grades, or he was put out to hang out. You'd better stay away from him." The short and fat boy standing next to him approached him. Stupid, like a clumsy wooden stake, probably saw the scene just now, so I kindly reminded him.

He pouted towards the front row, and when he saw Tang Le didn't speak, he scratched his head in embarrassment: "Your name is Tang Le, I remember correctly, right?"

Tang Le smiled friendly: "Yes, Tang Le, I remember correctly."

The boy was stunned for a moment, and then smiled happily: "No wonder Tian Kewei said that you are not good at Mandarin, it seems really awkward, Tang Le Tang Le, why do you always sound weird when you read it?"

"Is the soup with clear soup and little water listed on the list?" Tang Le asked suddenly.

"Yes." The boy didn't understand why.

"Oh, I'm talking about Tang. Xitang's candy sounds the same. My mother's and mine's surnames have been changed." He said calmly.

"That's it..." The boy smiled: "I'll tell Tian Kewei to change the list later."

"Who is Tian Kewei?" Tang Le asked now.

"You are at the same table."

"Oh, I don't know." Tang Le said.

"You are late, you didn't hear her when she introduced herself. By the way, my name is Zhao Qian, you can also call me pig ear, that's what people called me before." Zhao Qian said with a smile, The right ear, which was split in half due to the trauma, was a little dazzling in the sun.

"Okay, thank you, I will remember."

Tang Le opened his mouth, but didn't call out this somewhat insulting nickname. Looking at Zhao Qian's heartless grin with white teeth, he felt a little warmth in his heart.

There is nothing special about the flag-raising of schools in the city. It is nothing more than a bunch of oaths, and then the dean starts to speak, but Tang Le still listens very carefully, as if he has been thinking about it for many years. The baby I got, even if people say it's trash, I can't help but want to kiss more.

After the director of teaching spittled and talked about the great plan for the whole semester, he became serious. He coughed into the microphone tied with a red string, and in an instant there was a piercing beep from the loudspeaker on the top of the building.

The dean on the stage spoke, and the trumpet blazed:

"In our Tangkou Experimental Middle School, a very bad thing happened just yesterday! Two boys from Class Two and Five, Zhou Fan and Xie Haotian, had an argument with the principal in the principal's office because of a trivial matter. Almost got into a fight! Their behavior has seriously affected the teaching atmosphere of our school. Yesterday, the school teachers had contacted their parents and conducted severe criticism and education. Today, they went to the national flag to criticize the teachers and students of the school. !"

Tang Le frowned. He turned his head, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Zhou Fan standing on the side of the rostrum, and the yellow-haired boy.

It turned out that his name was Zhou Fan. Tang Le remembered what Fan Xingchen said just now.

Seeing that his face does not change, his heart does not jump, and he still has a playful smile, he must have been trained into a foolish face by such commonplace things.

Zhou Fan in the audience couldn't help laughing when he heard the sound, he turned his head and said to Xie Haotian, "Where do my parents come from to criticize and educate them?"

Xie Haotian also laughed so that his shoulders trembled, and he survived after being slapped hard by the head teacher behind him. He poked Zhou Fan's waist with his fingers boredly, making him itchy for a while.

The dean saw their movements, and gave them a fierce look before telling them to go up.

Thousands of students standing in the audience buzzed with laughter, and stared at the two on the stage as if watching the excitement.

In short, the dean of this review is very dissatisfied. After all, the two of them inexplicably turned a serious review into a cross talk. Most of the time, Zhou Fan was making profound comments on his actions Confession, while Xie Haotian was in charge of cheering on the sidelines, echoing each sentence.

"Oh, that's right."

"Yes, this matter is indeed our fault."

"Never again, never again."

......

During the morning reading, the head teacher threw the math paper on both of their faces in the office. The pages of the book were scattered all over the floor, and they fell in front of their feet. The teachers in the office had already gone to class, so it looked spacious and empty.

They quickly picked it up and put it on the desk.

Zhou Fan's class teacher is an old woman in her 40s.She has hot red hair with explosive texture, and paired with flamboyant wine red high-heeled shoes, she is an old witch according to Xie Haotian.It was probably menopause, and the whole body exuded a dangerous aura that could be ignited by hormones at any time.

"Xie Haotian! This is your attitude in self-criticism, huh?" The head teacher took out the self-criticism paper from the two of them, and threw Xie Haotian's paper on him.

"Ah..." Xie Haotian opened his mouth.

"It's still there?" The head teacher was furious, took out Zhou Fan's densely packed paper, and shook it vigorously in his face: "Look, what is the attitude of the first grade reviewer, and what is your attitude?" ?”

Xie Haotian didn't speak, just looked down at his toes, shaking his body.

"And you, Zhou Fan." The homeroom teacher walked up to Zhou Fan bitterly, and drilled hard on his heart with his index finger, making him painful and itchy.

Zhou Fan backed away, with an unnatural expression on his face. He also lowered his head, his eyes were covered by the drooping bangs, and the lines on his neck were smooth and beautiful.

The homeroom teacher always liked this kind of thing, seeing the good-looking, good-looking boy standing in front of him with an aggrieved face, Zhou Fan felt a little bit contemptuous of himself, and actually reduced himself to selling his appearance in order to survive.

"Teacher, I was wrong." Zhou Fan opened his mouth and immediately admitted his mistake positively. He pursed his lips, as if his attitude was very sincere.

"Wrong?" The head teacher's tone had already softened, but in order to show the seriousness of the matter, he deliberately raised his voice an octave: "If you make a mistake, it's over? Can I trust you Zhou Fan's words? When I was in the first year of high school What's going on, I've told you eight hundred times, and told you not to provoke Fan Xingchen, let him go when he bullies people everywhere, you can study your studies at ease, take your university entrance exam, the teachers have given up on him, you Still fighting against each other for a whole year?"

Zhou Fan laughed when he heard the sound, and he wanted to laugh when he mentioned Fan Xingchen.

A complete idiot, relying on his bluff, delusional to dominate the Tangkou District, just relying on the cowardly things he usually does, when is he not frightened to admit cowardly by shaking his fist twice, I don't even want to see who can subdue his weakness except the crazy grandson of the crazy old lady.

Zhou Fan froze for a moment, why is it that crazy grandson again.

He didn't bother to listen to what the head teacher taught him later, anyway, it was the same every time, but in the end he told Zhou Fan to prepare well for the Taekwondo competition in this semester in a month's time, so as to maintain his position as the champion .

Zhou Fan knew that this was all due to the old witch's face. If the principal hadn't called her name in public, she wouldn't even bother to talk about what happened today.

In the afternoon, the sky turned cloudy, and there seemed to be signs of rain, so it was a bit stuffy, and the air was foggy, as if covered with a layer of translucent plastic paper, which made people a little breathless.

Tang Le and Zhao Qian said goodbye, and walked slowly towards the rental building.

Zhao Qian lived in the dormitory of the school, but because the high school was separated from the junior high school and the dormitory building, he happened to be on the way with Tang Le, making a turn in the middle of the alley, and when he exited the alley, it was the junior high school campus .

Tang Le was holding the school uniform receipt that was just issued this afternoon. He deliberately covered it with his hands when filling in his height, but Tian Kewei still saw it. He didn't want to admit that he was only 162, but he didn't either. The solution, from being short to growing up, probably has no chance to grow any longer.

Tang Le touched the top of his head with his hand, jumped on the road on a whim, and made a shooting posture with both hands.

When he landed, he quickly looked around, but fortunately there was no one, so he quickened his pace.

I've heard people say that playing basketball can grow taller, but he doesn't know much about it. In the past, the school in the mountains was so dilapidated that it was a luxury to open up a piece of land for a playground. Even if he had basketball, he, a short carrot, couldn't afford it. head bump.

Besides, Mr. Liu also said that he is a top student. If it weren't for the poor conditions in the mountains, if he received a good education in the city, he might be able to go to Tsinghua University and Peking University in the future.

Thinking of this, Tang Le panicked all of a sudden.

He hasn't dared to tell his grandma and mother that the class is ranked according to the entrance score, but he is ranked No.2 from the bottom of the class, and Zhao Qian is the bottom one.The students in the city study so well that he can't compare with them. Most likely they just happened to be admitted because they burned their incense.

Tang Le twisted the receipt in his hand, carried the schoolbag to his body, and wrapped it tightly.

He doesn't want to go back to the mountains anymore, he really doesn't want to, he wants to study, he wants to live in a big city, and bring his mother with him.

Ever since Erle fell off a cliff while doing farm work and died a few years ago, grandma has never given him a good face. The family has a lot of farm work, and his father works outside and doesn't come back once a year or so. I am in poor health, and feel dizzy after not doing it for half a day, so I can't help at all.So grandma always scolded him, just knowing how to study, and spending electricity bills to study every day is useless.

Useless is a scholar, grandma seems to only know this common saying, and can read it to his ears every day.

Tang Le scratched his head. When he was really admitted to a good university and could take root in the city, the first thing he wanted to do was to keep fit. He wanted to grow taller, stronger, and beat his mother when grandma wanted to. At least I can be a meat shield in front of my mother.

Tang Le walked downstairs to the rental building, looked up at the door at the corner of the third floor, the wooden door inside was still tightly closed.

He raised his trousers and sat down in the dark corridor.

His body was thin and his bones were distinct. His hair, which had not been trimmed all the year round, was pinned behind his ears, which was already a bit too long. Tang Le's long and thin legs were folded in front of him, and the hems of his white jeans were lifted up by the movement. , showing his slender and pale ankles, he wrapped his hands around his arms and sandwiched his schoolbag between his body and thighs, as if this would give him a sense of security and a more secure heart.

The stairwell was closed, and the steps were very steep. Tang Le sat on the fourth step. He moved his buttocks, stretched out his legs with difficulty, and reached the toes to the ground.

He pinched the receipt and suddenly remembered something.

Tang Le quickly put the receipt into the interlayer of his schoolbag, and then took out the crumpled ball of paper from his trouser pocket, his heart suddenly thumped, as if he wanted to unravel some long-sealed secret Like him, he stretched out his arms, and unfolded the ball of paper by the light coming from the stairs on the second floor.

"Tang Hai."

Tang Le frowned, and read it in a very low voice. It was an unfamiliar name. He had never heard it mentioned by anyone. It was followed by a string of addresses. The address was a bit long. He squinted his eyes and read it carefully. Look: "Tianxiang Road, Yuhu District..."

The handwriting on the back was a little blurred by crumpling all day long. He tried hard to see it, but before he could see it clearly, there were a few joking voices from outside the stairs: "Oh, old Zhang, look at you, why are you being polite to me?" , make a phone call and say it and it's over!"

Tang Le was stunned, it was grandma's voice, he remembered what his mother said, and quickly stuffed the note back into his trouser pocket, he was so anxious that he couldn't even find the place, and almost threw it away, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Immediately afterwards came the voice of a cheerful old man: "Hey, I can't remember my daughter's phone number with my brain. I know the way. Go back and tell me. I'll be here in a while, at most 10 minutes!"

"Hey, I'll go back and cook first!" Grandma said in a raised voice.

"Then what about your little grandson?" the old man asked.

"He does his homework, we can go out for a walk, it's okay!" Grandma smiled.

"That's okay!"

The sound of hurried and cheerful footsteps approached suddenly, Tang Le hurriedly stood up, and patted the ashes on his buttocks.

Grandma came into the stairwell, and when she turned a corner, she saw Tang Le who was facing her. She was shocked, and the smiling expression on her face disappeared immediately, and her usual harsh expression returned.

She stared at Tang Le: "Why don't you go back to the house and sit here!"

"No key." Tang Le said softly.

Then grandma remembered that she didn't give him a key, so she didn't say anything, walked around him and went upstairs, suddenly seemed to remember something, turned around and pointed at him and said: "I have a friend coming for dinner in a while, hurry up." Take off your clothes and change them, and toss your whole body with ashes, I don’t know how disgusting it is.”

"Oh." Tang Le lowered his head in response.

Return friends.

The setting sun red is so still holding the pipa and half covering the face, I'm afraid that who doesn't know that the sun is still burning hot at six or seven o'clock in the evening.

Tang Le pursed her lips, and ran up the stairs with small steps behind her grandma.