Chapter 37 Shiping

Hello!All the hygiene in the classroom is left to you. We are going to play basketball. Remember to clean it up properly. If you lose points, you will look good!

The girl raised her head and looked at the boys in confusion to mock a tall and thin short man. The man was tall because he was indeed quite tall. The man looked very short because he curled up his back and nodded and bowed there, like a trembling puppy.

This kind of scene has been like this since the beginning of the first year of junior high school. I never resisted or refuted, and even my expressions will not be turbulent. I am used to it.

Because he was a piece of carrion, even flies were too lazy to stare at the smell of the stench carrion.

He picked up the broom and felt a warmth in his heart. At least, cleaning and tidying things would allow him to gain some fulfillment.

The girl's junior high school is called Guangming Middle School. Guangming Middle School did not bring light to the boy who cleaned the sanitation, but instead became an evil ghost that devoured his lonely back.

He is a boy who no one pays attention to. He sits in the last row and cannot be energetic every day when going to and from school. Only when some dirty and tiring work appears, he will be reminded by his classmates and call him around.

He tried to show himself in front of the teacher. When he first walked out of the classroom and asked questions about learning, all the staff in the office, including the corridor looked at him with indifferent eyes, so he retreated. This was normal. A student with a gloomy body would not like it.

It was rustling and rustling, and the sound of sweeping the floor was pouring into the girl's ears from time to time.

There was still a person studying in the classroom. He tried not to move the seat, but slowly used a broom to clear out the dust. Occasionally, he knelt on the ground and struggled to pick up the dirty garbage.

The girl stood up, and the sound of the table and chair moving in the boy's ears was like a howling ghost. He hid in the corner to make way, shook his head and even stopped breathing.

Need help?

She is not a particularly enthusiastic girl because her heart requires a lot of time to care and help others.

She knew that her talent was average, and that her current grades were all the results of hard work, so she spent all her spare time on studying.

However, today the girl couldn't help but say the curiosity in her heart. She didn't think anyone should be discriminated against, nor did she think anyone should be bullied. For two months, she wanted to ask the cowardly boy a question, why he was so desperate and depressed every day and never fought.

Don't... don't... talk to me... The boy's voice was faint and low, and he shrank back.

My name is Shiping. What is your name? Do you need help?

Although the two were in the same classroom for almost two months, the boy's frightened eyes made Shiping understand that it was a bit abrupt when she came up like this, so she first introduced herself friendly and asked the boy's name.

No... I can do it alone, and... the name doesn't matter... just call it Hey... and don't... talk to me. The boy thought in horror. Did the cleaning sound disturb her, or did he feel the dust rising and disturb her? It would also make her uncomfortable because I was in the classroom, but how would I clean it if I went out.

I'm very tired after I leave it to you every day, and why can't I talk to you?

Shiping thought the boy was so awkward and took the blackboard brush to wipe it: The name is very important, it is too rude to call him Hey.

Sure enough, she was despising me, and she definitely felt that I didn’t have the strength to clean it up, but this was the only thing I could do for the class. If the hygiene could not be cleaned up, what’s the point here? My hands were trembling more and more, and the only meaning of existence would be taken away. But the boy only dared to think randomly and did not dare to have any objection: because I looked ugly, had a bad voice, and had poor learning. I was not cleaned up, so it would definitely be of no benefit to talk to me like this.

Puchi, Shiping couldn't help laughing. It was rare to say that she was like this. She must have never seen her before. She would not give up this lot of time to study and clean up for others, but the boy's reaction was really funny and made people laugh.

She was also laughing at me, but fortunately she didn't scold me, but Sister Lan said that the more someone smiles at you, the more careful she should be. If she smiles enough, she should leave. I can clean it up properly after she leaves.

Gradually, the laughter was getting closer and closer. The boy didn't dare to look up and his head was buried deeper. He probably didn't say anything angered just now. Did she come over and hit me? If she could leave after the blow, then punch her back. If her face was swollen, Sister Lan would ask later, which would be very troublesome.

Shiping stretched her head and looked at the trembling boy holding the broom: Well, her eyelashes have long skin and white skin. If she straightens her waist, she should look pretty.

She, what does she mean? Do you want to pull off my eyelashes? Or do you still feel that my skin is too dazzling? Or it is because I bent down to make her uncomfortable. In short, I want to hit me!

The boy silly organized his words: Yes... I'm sorry... I'll start to bask in the sun tomorrow, and my skin will be dark...

Hello, what are you talking about? Don’t lower your head, I can’t eat people.

Is it meant to raise my head? Is it true that I still have to slap in the face? Sister Lan said that girls are terrible and they will bully me when they see me. Now that they are not cleaned, they will slap people. Thinking of this boy, I can't help begging for mercy: That, if you want to hit me... If you want to hit me... if you hit me... on your hair... OK... My face cannot be swollen... Lifting his trembling eyes, he stood there in a daze.

Smiling face, in front of her is Shi Pingming's smiling face. Her face is full of smiles like bright flowers, her body is slender and tall, her long hair is gently wrapped with a pink ribbon, her white clothes are as thin as gauze, and the soft light shines on her cheeks, and she feels that the sunset behind her slowly gathers against her shoulders. The white light makes people feel trembling. This picture is deeply reflected in her eyes. Since then, all the white in the world has been gentle.

White represents purity, white also means bright. In this dim and dark world, boys only like black because black can conceal ugliness and pain. Every day when the sun rises, dazzling light shines on this dirty skin, as painful as silence.

Until today, the bright smile in front of me told the boy that white is the warmest color and the kindest color.

This white light pierced his world and subverted his senses. The boy looked at the pure white cheeks and felt sad. White also represents death and evil signs. Does she want to tease me? But except for Sister Lan, I don’t even have the interest in teasing me.

Why do you want to beat someone? I just want to clean up with you. If two people are much faster!

Her voice was clear and soft, with a trace of long tail tone. She dusted her arms, rolled up her sleeves, and blinked her beautiful eyes: Hurry up, together, I will learn later.

She is a serious girl who loves cleanliness. She loves cleanliness and is keen on cleaning. She is also good at cleaning.

Serious Shiping brought a wooden stool, cleaned the yellowed glass carefully, and called the boy to wipe the mud fan.

After the cleaning, the whole classroom was completely refreshed. Shiping's cheeks flushed and her body was covered in sweat. She took out a white handkerchief. The boy thought she was going to wipe the sweat, but she didn't know that she handed over the white handkerchief and smiled: "Go, it's dirty, wipe it home."

Seeing that the boy was afraid to reach out, she folded her handkerchief into a soft plane and projected it like a weapon: catch it quickly, don't fall to the ground.

The handkerchief is held in the palm of the hand and the girl's warm fragrance. His dirty hands are too dirty to touch, and he is afraid of falling to the ground and dirty. This white piece can only find the plastic bag and put it in carefully: That one, my hands are dirty, so I will return it to you after washing. It doesn't matter, I will wear gloves when I wash it.

Haha, you are so interesting... Shiping couldn't help but laugh: It's dirty, I don't care.

In the middle of the classroom under the hazy starlight and lights, Shiping was resting with her desk. It was already dark and there was no one in the school. The shadow in the corner shrank. She frowned and waved to the shadow: Come out, let's go together.

The boy hid in the shadow and replied in a muffled voice: That, don’t, if you are seen by others, there will be trouble.

Appearing on campus with a boring and boring person like me, and being seen will definitely have a great impact on her.

Shiping tilted her head, revealing her thin white neck, and she was stunned for a long time and replied: Yes, what if someone says we are in love, then I'll leave first!

By the way!Shiping suddenly poked her head out of the door and pointed her slender fingers at her head: Don’t call me that, just call me Zhao Shiping. If you think we can be friends, then you can call Shiping!

In love, what is love? The ignorant boy walked out of the darkness and took steps unconsciously. He walked a while and a clear and pleasant call came from the front: Hello, why have you kept up?

Does this road mean I can’t walk?

But when I get home, I can only walk here, so I will stand here and wait for her to walk away.

The boy retracted the shadow of the trees and waited quietly.

But the steps were as close to the laughter in the classroom.

Shiping was carrying a bulging schoolbag and holding two reference books in her hand. The schoolbag was too heavy. She reached out and pulled it up, and then took the time to show her cramped teeth at the boy: Why did you hide when you talk to you? Let's go together when you come.

She is absolutely gentle, absolutely lovely, full of vitality, fearless and confident.

The boy felt a courageous spirit from her, surpassing everything in the dark life.

That, I...I have something to ask you, what does it mean to be in love?... The boy's cheeks were hot, his heartbeat gradually accelerated, and his eyes were occupied by a girl with bright eyes and bright teeth.

Two people who like each other are in love together.

Shiping has bright eyes and everyone has their own understanding of love. Her answer is this: We are still young now, at least we have to wait until college to fall in love.

That, I would like to ask...How does it feel to like Ah?

Well, I like it. I should be that after seeing the person I like, I blushed and my heart beat faster. Then I want to be with her/him every day. That’s the feeling!

The boy was stunned and his breathing suddenly accelerated. This feeling was not good. It was a cold or a fever!

Hello, do you have someone you like? So curious!

Shiping kept talking and did not find that the boy was stationed in place. This was normal. He had been restraining himself, more than three meters away from Shiping: Our main task now is to study and not be distracted by these things.

If you have a mess in the first half of your life, then you must reshuffle the second half of your life. The boy clenched his fists. He wanted to remember the person who hugged him tightly in the darkness, and wanted to protect this piercing haze and give a warm smile.

The sound of rapid footsteps came from behind, and Shi Ping suddenly turned around and a boy with a strange smile rushed over. He just couldn't laugh and had no malice.

This short distance of more than ten meters is as long as a marathon, he gasped sharply: That...Class Zhao Shiping...Can you call me my name?It's not very nice...

Of course, I can Ah, then I'll call you...

That... Is it okay to call me Haotao... Haotao showed his teeth, his facial muscles raised up with his eyes, and his smile became more and more weird.

Haotao, Haotao.Shiping whispered,

That... Zhao Shiping... You read books all day long, is it fun to study?

Not fun, but it's very important.By the way, how are your grades? It’s about to take the midterm exam!

That...my grades... are very poor...

You have to study hard on Ah. The poor grades are because you are not serious. Who is born to be a poor student?

Well, I will study hard, that... Can I read with you?

You can Ah, if you don’t understand, please come and ask me.

good!!

Not far away, the white moon struggled and rose from the abyss, and the light brilliance spreads over the way home. The endless moonlight like water penetrates into his breath and quietly occupys his heart.

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The sun shines brightly on the campus, and the main teaching building and the small playground in front are full of vitality.

Since Yuechu and Shiping started studying, my life has been much more normal and orderly than before, and I am no longer numb and fearful.

I still took over the classroom hygiene, but the study time after class is particularly fulfilling.

The entire campus is like this lively playground, full of youth and throbbing.

I am recalling Shiping's encouragement: the midterm exam is a good opportunity. After the results are released, everyone can get to know you again and more people will make friends with you.

All the excitement is to accumulate strength.

Shiping often amazed at my talent and was able to make up for my studies to this level in just over a month, but she didn't know that I was keeping notes every day during this period and working hard.

Especially the math I will take next. Almost all of this time I spent tutoring for mathematics, because she is the representative of mathematics class, and I hope I can keep up with her.

I was wondering why the upcoming exam did not arouse my slight nervousness? Is it because when Shiping took me to the exam room to observe, she pointed to me and said she was sitting in front of me?

It should be that the most insurmountable pit has been passed, and now is a brand new opportunity. I am no longer the person who feels that I am despised by everyone, nor will I live a numb and depressed life with my head all day long.

The ringtone rang, and I sat in the classroom. Shiping turned around and handed the test paper, clenched her fists and whispered: Come on, Haotao.

The scars on my face have not yet faded, but I can easily control my face at this moment, and smile with my teeth warmly. I think I should look good when I smile, after all, Shi Ping's red face extends to the base of her neck.

After getting the test paper and browsing it carefully, it was not difficult. Shiping has talked about solutions to similar questions.

The invigilator was the math teacher, and the one hidden under the frame was a smiling face. She was extremely nervous these days. This key junior high school is divided into experimental classes and ordinary classes. There are two experimental classes in total, one of which is taught by her. This exam is an exam to test her teaching results, and she cannot lose.

But at the beginning of the school year, the principal brought a dull and gloomy boy and pointed at him and asked him to insert into the class.

It's okay if she has excellent grades, but the boy almost handed in the blank papers in both monthly exams. The dazzling single digits made her tear all the boy's test papers apart. She tried to teach him, and even gave him a small meal alone, but she didn't have time to refuse.

The boy was not good at grades and refused to work hard. The boy was sent to the cold palace by the teacher and could not be picked up for the rest of his life.

There is also a geometry problem, and the others were done very well. I guess the results should be good. Shiping and everyone will like me, and a warm current can't help but come to my heart.

The preparation tool I took out was so excited that the ruler slid down the gap, making a crisp sound of falling in the classroom.

What should I do at this time? Raise my hand and ask the teacher to help me pick it up? The math teacher has always treated me indifferently. Will she think that I, a poor student, are making trouble in the exam room? Then, will she bend down and pick it up by herself?

The ruler fell under the boy's feet, and it was impossible to reach it.

I looked at Shi Ping's back in front of me and thought, and had to overcome my weakness of not wanting to deal with people. I turned my face, and my eyes were longed and hoped: Classmate...

Teacher, he read my test paper!The boy suddenly stood up and secretly kicked the ruler under his feet further.

There was a noise in the classroom, and everyone was laughing and whispering, and mocking me in annoyingly, I could only explain: No... No... I didn't... I thought about how warm I wanted everyone to agree with it, and when everyone around me looked at me with appreciation and encouragement, how warm it would be.

But today when I learned that I was just a cheating poor student in the eyes of others, I was both sad and a little numb, and strangely, I was still a little relieved.

I buried myself in the desk and savored this feeling of peace of mind. When I thought that I didn’t need to change, no longer need to work hard, and no longer need to live with other people’s expectations, it really touched me with peace of mind. After all, I was just a piece of rotten meat and could not help me up. Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but curl the corners of my mouth, buried my head and began to smile between my arms.

No, I can't do this, Shiping must be watching me, I can't let her down and fall into depravity.

I will be numb for a lifetime? No, I not only want to get rid of poor students in grades, but also get rid of this title in life.

I stood up all of a sudden and shouted: Teacher, I didn’t cheat!

The sun shines through the window and dripping on my stubborn face, confirming the changes in my body.

In terms of grades, everything is determined by the test paper. A mean-looking and petite person walked to me and couldn't help but make me tremble. The math teacher picked up the test paper on my desk, looked at the boy's paper, thought for a long time, scolded the boy and said: There will be someone to copy you in this mess of test paper. Everyone is quiet and sit down for me.

She raised her glasses and looked at another paper, her fingers dancing up and down with the numbers and Chinese characters on it. Something might have made her happy. She gently put the paper down and snapped her fingers excitedly: OK, sit down and continue to check for me.

She glanced at my face from the beginning, and suddenly picked up the test paper and looked carefully. The name clearly read the crooked words Hao Tao.

She noticed the class representative who was looking forward to the table and chair, grabbed Shiping's test paper and began to compare. The instant feelings she felt very complicated, with a sense of regret that was stained with flaws, a sense of disgust all over the mud, and a mixture of various spicy, bitter and sour tastes mixed together, blurting out anger: Are you copying Shiping?

I emphasized my tone and almost roared: No, I didn’t copy Shiping!I wrote it all myself!

The voice echoed in the classroom with his strong feelings. Everyone looked up at the trembling boy, and couldn't help but wonder why it made him so excited.

Only, she cannot bear such humiliation.I want to play a role of comforting, tenderness, encouragement and even attraction around her, rather than being treated as a white statue of the god who is splashed with sludge.

Then was Shiping copying you?Look at your big questions, problem-solving ideas, punctuation, and even the symbols are uniform. If you say you didn’t copy them, is that the class representative copying you?

The math teacher pointed at the answer sheet, his mouth flew everywhere.

It must be a painful answer, like the lighthouse far away on the sea rolling in the dark night suddenly extinguished its light, and all hope and trust are shattered here.

If someone cheats, there must be someone cheating, it's all me: ... Sorry... I cheated... The classroom was filled with people, and I stood inside and apologized like a mouse curled up and waited for the sharp teeth and claws to tear them.

She angrily tore my test paper in half. I raised my head slightly, showed a little smile, nodded, and tears flowed down smoothly. I should be glad that I just tore my test paper.

The mud on my body did not affect the goddess, and the tears on my face were also very at ease flowing down my nose. There were tears in my eyes and tears on my face. The feeling of tears flowing blurred my sense of the world. The tears reflected light in the sparse sunlight, and the cold air that was spitting out carried light spots to decorate my expression.

Zero points!

Get out for me!

The teacher's roar is the final judgment. I lost my sense of reality for the world for a while. In a trance, I felt that I was heading towards the abyss of death. This road was not difficult to walk. I started to step into the illusory, tilted and swaying pit, and every step was taken out of the false touch, and every step seemed to fall, causing myself torn apart from the world.

I feel that my inner emotions are gradually dissipating, but while I am accusing myself, I can also study hard for so many nights with her.

If I hadn't met that day, if I hadn't had the hope for life, I wouldn't have been so painful.

Shiping looked at Haotao's argument with the teacher. She closed her eyes and tears poured into her eyes. She was very scared. She believed that Haotao would not cheat and knew why her answers were the same as his, but she only dared to lower her head, listened to Haotao admitting cheating, listened to the teacher tearing off the test paper.

Shiping swallowed her saliva, wiped her tears, looked up and Haotao was walking towards the classroom, his eyes were dark. During this period, his eyes should have been clear and bright, but now he was just empty and depressed. The black in his pupils was clear and black tears were stored, and he could not see the hopes he had ever had.

Shiping finally realized that a person's expression is communication and response to the outside world. When a boy loses trust, hope, feelings, no longer the blink of his eyelashes, the flow of his eyes, the opening and closing of his lips, the swing of his arms, the rotation of his head, etc., he must have cut off contact with the world when he just opens his eyes and moves his feet out.

Shiping repeatedly reminded herself in her heart: If she just walked out of the classroom, she would never be able to raise her head in her life.

If even I don’t trust him, can he still change himself and live a new life?

At this moment, she became firm, pushed her chair away from her feet, and stood up. She broke free from the constraints on her body and prepared to do something that she could only see on TV or novels.

Someone grabbed me, but I didn't break free after I struggled. The hand gently pinched my palm to express encouragement and trust.

Shiping stood up, walked between the teacher and me, and said frankly: Haotao did not cheat. If you don’t believe it, you can ask questions for him again.

I feel that I have a very disharmonious place with this beautiful and kind girl. She is like lotus leaves growing in the mud, light and wide.

However, looking at her stubborn appearance, there was something that I deeply attached to in my heart that I revived.

My attachment to her is like the feeling of a wild beast who hopes to find a warm nest after being injured. If there is still someone in the world who can trust me, I hope that person is Shiping's feeling.

The teacher said loudly: They are all so obvious, are there any other evidence needed?Shiping Ah, it’s not that I said you, the teacher has high expectations for you. Today, you not only cooperated with Haotao to cheat, but also gave him evidence. Do you also want grades?

Shiping tightly grasped the corner of her clothes. This was the first time she contradicted the teacher like this, especially in an important midterm exam: Haotao studied very seriously during this period, and it is normal for his grades to improve. Moreover, I have taught him how to solve problems recently, and the answering methods are the same as mine are not evidence!

The teacher pressed his men to signal the students to be quiet. Today, she lost all her authority. Not only did the bad poor student confront her on the spot, but even the most optimistic class representative stood up to argue with her. The midterm exam turned into a farce. She tore off the class representative's test papers and pointed at the door and shouted: Disrupt the discipline of the exam room, give me out, zero points!Zero points!

I saw the snowflakes flying beside the teacher. They gradually fell to the ground, with a scattered upwards, with the three words Zhao Shiping written in neat and elegant manner.

I suddenly let out a deafening wail, squatted at the teacher's feet, collecting fragments of Shiping's test paper. Fortunately, her test paper was only torn into four parts.

I put the paper in hope, and the teacher raised his legs, kicked the test paper into a ball and rolled it into a ball and rolled it into a trash can.

I stubbornly picked up the unformed paper and slowly smoothed it out. Fortunately, there were no footprints in the three words Zhao Shiping. Just as I thought so, the teacher's feet were on the only white paper.

The math teacher stepped on the test paper and glanced down. He saw a strange face with a bulging muscle like a wooden whisker, which looked like a scarlet and strange mask of evil warding. His tears and snot flowed down his chin and down his plastered neck. His eyes were rolling up like a dead person, and red threads of lines flowed between the whites of his eyes, densely packed with blood-colored earthworms twisted between them, his mouth wide open, revealing his sharp teeth. The whole face was divided into only red and white.

Staring at this face, you will feel that this is an evil criminal struggling in the cool torture instrument, and you will feel that this is a dismembered maniac covered in blood. All this makes people feel that his hideous head has separated from his body, like a head under the owl, full of resentment and anger before his death.

Suddenly, the scarlet eyeballs began to rotate, and the proportion of red and black in the eye sockets began to adjust. The teacher felt that his eyes began to scan himself, and he couldn't help but take two steps back and walk into the desk to find some protection.

At this moment, his head seemed so huge, turning like a terrifying ghost head in the teacher's childhood memory, searching for prey that was ready to be torn apart.

The teacher took two steps back into the desk, trying to avoid this gloomy, trembling bloody sight.

The evil ghost-like boy began to inhale, and could even feel a whirlwind appearing in front of him. His bulging chest was undulating, and a sharp howl and bloodthirsty killing were about to take place in the classroom.

Haotao, let’s go.

I turned my head and a beam of sunshine shone behind Shiping, and a beam of sunshine circling between us.

Shiping's hair and face were covered with dazzling golden light. I opened my eyes wide and was shocked. The noise in the classroom suddenly calmed down, and only Shiping's smile shone in the air like a dream.

Under the witness of the sun, I walked towards Shiping step by step. Shiping stretched out her hand and walked towards me step by step. Her cheeks were quiet and soft, but tears fell one by one like silent stars. She comforted me with a urge to kill the teacher. I suddenly laughed out loud: OK, let's go.

We walked out of the classroom, walked through the shadowy campus path, and returned to the lively playground. At this time, the students were all taking the exam, and there were only two figures who got zero points in the huge playground.

Shiping sat on the bench, tears could not stop flowing down. She endured it for a while and began to cry loudly.

I looked around and reached out to pat her twitching shoulders. In the end, I gave up and tore my hair with my hands, full of regret: I'm sorry... I've implicated you.

Shiping quickly stopped crying, wiped her tears, and a pity smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: It doesn’t matter, it’s much better to cry.

She put away her sadness and showed her bright white teeth: Haotao, this is my first time getting zero scores, and it is also the first time I have a quarrel with the teacher. I am a little scared and a little bit of the joy I can't say.I have been a good student for so many years, and suddenly I talked back to the teacher like a hooligan, and I always feel very exciting.I felt like I was caught in an evil way just now, and suddenly I stood up. I think back now that I admire myself a little, haha.

Shiping was still immersed in memories and said incoherently, but she just wanted to tell the boy around her everything she thought.

I stepped forward and grabbed Shiping's shoulder, and grabbed it carefully and holy. Shiping put her head on my chest, and the two of them were silently unable to speak.

After a while, Shiping reached out and pushed me away and sorted out her hair: Well, this is the right time, I will like you after a while. Now it’s the first year of junior high school, and we still have to study hard, especially you, the math teacher misunderstood you, you must study harder, and if you score a hundred points next time, she will shake off her glasses, okay?

OK, I promise you.