make you angry, a little happy

Chapter 11

Zhang Zhao's heart was like a volcano full of heat, and the flames were suffocating. Not only did he cheat a wave of concern, but he also cheated a piece of candy. "Is this specially for me?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, the teacher is on top..." Su Xiaoyuan looked at the blackboard in panic, and quietly continued to reach out, "I'm listening on top. Here, I got it from home this morning."

"It's so embarrassing...we are different. You don't have to be so... nice to me." Zhang Zhao wiped his dirty hands on the school pants, like a poor child who has never eaten candy.Don't say it, it's pretty similar to anything you play.

It's not just sugar, he also wants to cheat other things, but Zhang Zhao doesn't know what he wants.

Su Xiaoyuan was fooled, and felt wet and uncomfortable for a while. "What's so embarrassing about this, we are at the same table, you give me roasted cold noodles, and I'll give you prawn crisps, isn't this..." He is also rarely so intimate with others, that is Ji Chongyang, "...It's pretty good, we're the same, you take it."

Only then did Zhang Zhao stretch out his hand, running in circles all year round, the back of his hand obviously has a black and white color difference.The big hand grabbed the candy in the small hand, and hid it in his trouser pocket unexpectedly.

"That's why you think highly of me." This sentence is not too fake.

Physical education students are a very special group. They can skip the morning reading and have two classes in the afternoon for training, and the physical education class is taken out separately.During evening self-study, others were writing hard, and they became dogs on the training ground.Every now and then, this person disappears, and he has to go to the competition, and the school will only pay attention to sports when he has grades.

There are also those kind of particularly awesome academic masters who are also second-level athletes, quite a few, but Zhang Zhao and the others are obviously not.They're just a bunch of kids who love sports and make a living in it.Good students think that the sports students are crazy, and they can't talk together, and the teacher doesn't like it even more.

Only brothers who are struggling in sports are willing to help, and good students look at them with their nostrils.That's why Zhang Zhao doesn't like top students, so stop making trouble, you guys fight for cultural classes, we fight for physical fitness, who looks down on who.

Perhaps it was because of this bit of true feelings that Zhang Zhao's way of speaking had a sense of dilapidated decadence.Su Xiaoyuan, who had never been in contact with poor students, was confused by him, and the result was...

Another piece of crispy prawns was taken out.

"Here, take it." This time he posted it with his whole body.

"What are you doing?" In fact, Zhang Zhao didn't dare to eat snacks at all.

"I think highly of you, and don't look down on yourself. I still have candy, but you have enough." Su Xiaoyuan felt weak and uncomfortable. He was so tall that he didn't even take a piece of candy, but he really gave it to him. He put it in his pocket like a baby, "Do you like this?"

Do you like to eat?Zhang Zhao really loves to eat, and such a rebellious soul loves to eat snacks, it is really embarrassing. "I love to eat, but my mother has been controlling me to eat these since I was a child, and never bought them for me."

"Ah, don't you buy it?" Su Xiaoyuan said so much in class for the first time, and the teacher didn't care. He asked innocently, "... why don't you buy it for your family?"

Zhang Zhao could clearly see the worry in his eyes. He thought that his family's conditions were not good enough.Accompanied by this kind of worry, he seemed to see soap bubbles again, popping up from the top of Su Xiaoyuan's head, writhing, and sticking to his face.

"I'm a man, what's the point of eating snacks all the time? My dad buys them secretly, and my mom throws them out." He has already pretended to be a lowly child, and Zhang Zhao didn't pretend to be a part of the scene without money at home. The main reason is that it can't be put on.He moved his fingers, and the candy wrappers rattled between his fingers.

"My mother is very annoying, terribly annoying, taking care of everything..."

Su Xiaoyuan never ate in class, but he broke this rule, he wanted to have a sweet bite, to suppress the onion taste in his mouth. "Don't talk about your family members like that, you can eat it too, the crispy prawns are delicious."

"I... what you gave me, I'm reluctant to eat it. Except for my dad, you're the only one who gave me candy, and I'll keep it and eat it slowly." Zhang Zhao found a random reason.The self-control of sports students is dignity, and the memory of eating a candy and running 5 laps downstairs has not been forgotten.

With a piece of candy in his mouth, Su Xiaoyuan couldn't articulate his words clearly, but his expression was vivid: "Then eat it when you want it, and I'll...what are you doing!"

"Why are you always so surprised, like a little girl." Zhang Zhao took a piece of glass candy wrapper from his mouth, it was icing coated with prawn crisps, put it on someone else's body like a dragonfly's wing, and put it next to Su Xiaoyuan's mouth, It reminded him of a small flying insect he had seen during Xia Xun.

Damselflies, the color is very beautiful, the body is very slender, and the wings are also thin, flying and landing lightly.

"You look like a hooligan." Su Xiaoyuan pursed his lips, "I want to listen, let's take notes."

"Yeah, take notes." Zhang Zhao was still thinking about the transparent icing just now, and picked up the pen.

From the beginning of the fourth section of history to noon, Su Xiaoyuan kept taking notes, except for asking Zhang Zhao to take him to the canteen after class, there was basically no activity.His activity is really small, hardly moving.Zhang Zhao didn't dare to use him when he went to carry the lunch box.

"Let's go?" Zhang Zhao brought people up, and Su Xiaoyuan was carrying his schoolbag.

No one in the class paid any attention to him, Su Xiaoyuan felt warm when he saw him and He An. "Well, my house is very close. Do you still eat prawn crisps? I'll bring them for you."

"What? Shrimp..." He An was kicked again, analyzing from the angle, Zhang Zhao.

"It's okay, I like to eat... Can you borrow me to copy the history notes in the afternoon? I fell asleep for a while." Since having Su Xiaoyuan, Zhang Zhao even dared to sleep in liberal arts.If you continue to build friendship, maybe you can use Little Crane to make a copy for yourself in the future.

"The notes are in my desk bucket, you can take them yourself... I still have some more, this is for you." Su Xiaoyuan didn't know that before leaving, he took out a prawn crisp from his pocket and gave it to He An .

He An was not as rascal as Zhang Zhao, and he was worried when he sat down. "Brother Zhao, what are you doing?"

"No reason." Zhang Zhao still picks out the fat first and throws it out, "Do you dare to eat it?"

"Why don't you dare, cut it." He An has a lot of exercise, let alone sugar, he dares to eat French fries and fried chicken.

"If you dare to eat it, I'll give it to you." Zhang Zhao didn't dare to eat it, and threw the prawn crisps on the table, "You said...he was in class and stuffed me with a piece of candy neatly. What does he mean?"

He An was afraid of spoiling things, so he stuffed two pieces into his mouth. "What do you mean? I don't understand... Anyway, brother Zhao, don't bully others, and I borrowed you to copy notes. Besides, don't you really like sweets?"

Zhang Zhao ate green vegetables without raising his head: "That was in the past. Why are you talking like my mother now, and so is my mother. She is very annoying, and has been nagging me for snacks since I was a child..."

"... Oh." He An was silent for a long time, "Hey, where is Changzi?"

Zhang Zhao opened Tao Wenchang's lunch box directly. "He said he wouldn't eat at school at noon, and slipped out to find his girlfriend. You eat, don't waste it."

"Damn it! There are..." He An yelled, looked at him in all directions, and immediately whispered, "There are so many girls, which one is a girlfriend?"

Zhang Zhao picked meat for him: "Who knows, besides, it's not certain whether it's a girlfriend or not. Let him talk nonsense."

He An thinks about it, yes, Changzi is attracted to girls, sweet-talking will make things happen again, and there are a few college student sisters who are chatting. "Oh, when can I have a girlfriend..."

"Damn, you miss a girl!" Zhang Zhao bumped him with a smile, "I'll come when you break through the peach blossoms in the second year of junior high school, work hard, and find a good one in the future!"

"Well, I'll try my best." He An is very honest. He doesn't have particularly high ambitions. He just needs to go to college and work in sports in the future. He just needs to be a coach.Then find a girl in a down-to-earth manner, save money, buy a house, and marry her back. This is the trajectory of his life.

A little farther away, in case a brat is born, teach him to throw a shot put since he was a child, and he will live all his life.

"Brother Zhao, are you here for training this afternoon?" The two of them ate quickly, and the two boxes of nutritious meals disappeared in an instant.

"No." Zhang Zhao has already left the team, and it would be a fucking embarrassment to go back.What's more, the current leader of the team is that wild guy Zhu Jie.

"Then why are you going in the afternoon?" He An felt strange, "Going to find your cousin again?"

"Him? Why don't you go home and take your son for a walk?" Zhang Zhao winked his eyes mysteriously, trying to free up the afternoon and poke soap bubbles, "Su Xiaoyuan published a blackboard newspaper in the afternoon, and I watched him."

He An didn't understand anymore: "Look at it? People are publishing blackboard newspapers, why are you watching without knowing anything?"

"With his temper, he is like a little girl. No one is watching, so he must not be bullied to death by the class?" Zhang Zhao said firmly, very arrogant and domineering.He An stopped talking again, but what he thought in his heart was that no one bullies others, just you, just you.

Su Xiaoyuan went home, he was the only one at home, Xiaoyun stayed away from junior high school, and ate at school.The meals are all in the refrigerator, Chen Qin loves him, so he finds time to make four dishes and one soup.He ate quickly, and when he was leaving, he passed the sugar box and stopped.

After thinking and thinking, Su Xiaoyuan picked out two prawn crisps from a pile of colorfully packaged candies, and put them in his schoolbag.

Zhang Zhao takes good care of himself, he likes to eat, so bring it for him.

In the afternoon, the entire class is English. In summer, I tend to get sleepy, so it's good to be awake for half the class.During the first two lectures and the second two quizzes, just when Su Xiaoyuan was worried that the English test papers were too easy, someone ticked his left ankle.

It's Zhang Zhao!Su Xiaoyuan glanced at him in panic, then quickly read the test paper again.What is he doing?

Zhang Zhao raised his head, his eyes were sleepy.He was also careful, looked at the question, then at the teacher, then at Su Xiaoyuan, and raised his eyebrows.

This is... to help him cheat!Su Xiaoyuan has never done this kind of thing before, and it was even impossible in the class before. Someone who cheated was immediately caught by surveillance.

No way... He was afraid to do this.

Sitting next to such a good resource, in addition to copying homework, of course it is convenient for the exam.Zhang Zhao glanced at the teacher again, then shook his head and moved the paper to the right.

It's okay, don't be afraid, the teacher doesn't care, it's mine if I find out.The two tables were next to each other, and he wrote this sentence on the paper.

Su Xiaoyuan didn't dare to look aside at all, as if he committed a serious crime just by looking at it.But Zhang Zhao's papers were pushed over again and again. He had no choice but to take advantage of the teacher's inattention and wanted to show the answer sheet to Zhang Zhao.Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhao took it away as soon as he pushed it over.

He pressed his head under his answer sheet in a serious manner, and copied it openly.

The English teacher at the front heard the movement, and only looked up to look for it, then looked down at the lesson plan, and didn't even bother to get off the podium.Su Xiaoyuan blushed like a copycat New Year's doll, and then remembered that this is no longer the experimental middle school, this is a class of No. 9 High School No. [-] in Hequ No. [-] Middle School.

This sense of guilt lasted until the exam was over and the test papers were collected. Ti Tesheng picked up his bag and rushed outside, competing with the other classes for the training venue.Zhang Zhao came over slowly and touched Su Xiaoyuan who was in a daze.

"No way, show me the answer sheet, can you be so scared?" He laughed at the bottom line of a top student, and then looked at his feet, "Did you pee your pants in fright?"

"You are talking nonsense." Su Xiaoyuan scolded weakly, "You are still the class monitor, you can leave the questions you don't know, and you cheated in the exam until you cheated yourself."

Zhang Zhao sat on the desk shaking his legs, his eyebrows furrowed tightly. "You talk like my mother, she just loves to chatter... Let's not talk, are you hungry? I'll buy you something to eat, and we'll publish a blackboard newspaper after eating."

"I'm not hungry, let's get the newspaper first, and go home early." Su Xiaoyuan was afraid of wasting time, "Should we move the tables and chairs?"

"Small idea, I'll come." As he said that, he really moved them away. The classroom is small, and Zhang Zhao moved four sets of tables and chairs to make room.

"Thank you. I didn't dislike you for disturbing me just now. I was afraid that you would be like this all the time, and you would not know your own study progress in the end." Su Xiaoyuan stood beside him, envious of him being able to move a whole set at once, with long legs and strong arms. Long, so powerful.

"Do you see enough space?" Zhang Zhao didn't want him to leave, and suggested enthusiastically, "By the way, our class doesn't have colored chalks. I'll accompany you to the back room to get some boxes for preparation."

Su Xiaoyuan looked for it with his out-of-standard right foot, but there was really nothing there. "Let's not go, I don't want to do it for too long, I have to go home and review."

The English teacher is easier to talk to than Lao Wang, so Su Xiaoyuan wants to ask for an English paper from Class 1 to do.In this way, two classes of homework will be done in one day.

"It's fine if you don't want to..." I don't know why, Zhang Zhao doesn't want him to go, he wants to occupy his time roguely, and act conscientiously, "I just said it casually. I watch other classes...they The blackboard newspapers in the class are all in color, so I thought we would try it too, and don’t tell the teachers of other subjects to look down on our class 9, thinking that class 9 is too muddy to hang on the wall..."

"Painted chalk is fine, I'll get it." Su Xiaoyuan immediately fell for it obediently. It turned out that Zhang Zhao was in this mood and blamed himself for ignoring it. "You don't have to follow me. I'll drop by the English office to have a look."

"I'd better go with you." Zhang Zhaoyan was addicted, and Xiao Xianhe was fooled softly, he was so hot that he panicked, "...you know some teachers are like that, don't know you, and if you know you are 9 Class, understand? I'd better follow, with me here, no teacher would dare to make you angry, brother Zhao will help you."

"We are students, we can't hate the teacher. You look like a hooligan." Su Xiaoyuan was a little shocked. It was his first contact with poor students, and he was afraid that they would cause trouble and fight, but he softly enjoyed the sense of security that was enveloped, "Besides, No one is mad at me... let's go."

The author has something to say: Little Theater, He An: A boy who can clearly rely on vision, but must rely on angle analysis.

Zhang Gou: I just want him to play with me alone, wishing he could play with me all the time.

Cousin: Oh, your Caesar thinks so too.