Mu Yang stood on the podium, his face turning green and red, as if he wanted to say something or ask something, but he didn't ask.
Although I don't know what Wei Qingfan's uncle does, he works in the County Education and Sports Bureau, so he must have no problem taking care of himself, and the clues and reasons are all handed over to others on his own initiative.
After Wei Qingfan finished speaking, he stood quietly, with a posture of "I'm done, I'll let you go", without any intention of finding a way out for Mu Yang.
There was still silence in the classroom, and even the voice of the teacher in the next class could be heard clearly.
Mu Yang was stiff for a while, his expression still looking a little embarrassed, then he coughed and said without embarrassment: "Okay, please sit down."
"Thank you, teacher."
Wei Qingfan smiled and thanked him, still very politely, and then sat down, his expression still calm. There was no trace of pride or complacency in having insulted the teacher. It seemed like it was just an ordinary discussion.
"Let's continue the lecture."
Mu Yang returned to the desk, lowered his head to read the textbook, and began to reread according to the content in the textbook.
Wei Qingfan's "rebuttal" took up too much time, so Mu Yang only read for a few minutes before the bell rang.
He stopped as if relieved, coughed again, and said, "get out of class is over."
Then he picked up the textbook, held the coffee cup, and left without looking back.
From the time he started teaching again until he left the classroom, he didn't even look at the students in the audience. Although he still made a arrogant gesture when he left, in the eyes of these students in the audience, there was a look of scurrying around.
.
"Fuck! You are so awesome!"
As soon as Mu Yang walked out of the classroom, and his figure could still be seen, a group of boys near Wei Qingfan pounced on him, and Ma Chao shouted as if he was afraid Mu Yang wouldn't hear.
"I never even thought about scolding the teacher in class!"
"Cow! Cow!"
"Domineering!"
"I've really disliked him for a long time!"
"Then why didn't you say anything?"
"My uncle doesn't work at the Education Bureau!"
"Hahaha……"
Amidst the buzz of discussion, some people started teasing each other, causing the crowd to burst into laughter, and the whole classroom was filled with a happy atmosphere.
While they were joking, Luo Feng, who was some distance away, suddenly turned around and asked: "Hey, Wei Qingfan, are what you just said true?"
The classmates who were joking and joking stopped and turned to look at Wei Qingfan again.
Since the reform, countless new things and information from abroad have poured in, making most Chinese people aware of the huge material gap for the first time. Although it has improved in recent years, overall, the concept of "foreign countries are good" has also increased with the "
The fact that foreign products are better" is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
These upright boys and girls aged 17 or 18 have all been affected by similar influences to a greater or lesser extent, but who among these good young men who have received nine years of compulsory education and grew up under the red flag has no patriotism and no sense of national pride?
?
What Wei Qingfan just said made their blood boil, and they couldn't help but wonder, is this all true?
If so, why has no one from parents, teachers, TV, or books mentioned it?
Wei Qingfan said: "Of course it is true. Just look at the map and you will know that our country has expanded to the geographical limit of the productivity level of that era, and has occupied this most fertile land for thousands of years. If it is not enough
Strong, it has been destroyed hundreds of times like ancient India."
“Isn’t India still there?”
"This is not a concept..."
Wei Qingfan casually talked about popular science, just like giving a lecture. Occasionally, some classmates would interject a few words, and soon it became a discussion on current affairs.
During this period, Xie Yao and Cao Ze also said one or two sentences, while Li Miaoyu just turned around and listened for a while while Wei Qingfan was "popularizing science", and then continued to read his own book.
Soon the school bell rang, and Jiang Changjun walked in with his books.
This was the last class in the morning. Jiang Changjun left after class, and Li Miaoyu followed him. He talked to the class teacher in the corridor for a while before coming back.
"go?"
Xie Yao was chatting with the girl at the front table, waiting for Li Miaoyu to come back and ask.
Li Miaoyu nodded, but did not pack her things immediately. Instead, she turned to Wei Qingfan, who was still reading in his seat and whispered: "I told Teacher Jiang about the last class."
Xie Yao, Cao Ze, Ma Chao and several nearby classmates who heard this sentence all turned their heads and looked over with a somewhat surprised expression.
Li Miaoyu always showed a cold and arrogant face in school, but after all, his temperament, which is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, will be revealed in his actions.
Boys stayed away from her, but there were still some girls who would take the initiative to get close to her. Coupled with Wei Qingfan and Xie Yao, two people with whom she had a relatively good relationship, many people could vaguely feel that this monitor was not like her.
He looks so cold and arrogant.
However, Wei Qingfan happily insulted the teacher in history class, and she could not wait to complain to the class teacher?
Wei Qingfan was also stunned for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Li Miaoyu. Her beautiful face had no expression as always, and she had no intention of explaining. After speaking, she turned around to pack her things and prepare to leave.
Wei Qingfan looked at her and said with a smile: "Thank you!"
Cao Ze didn't expect Li Miaoyu to do such a thing, nor did he expect Wei Qingfan to say thank you. He couldn't help but secretly feel helpless, thinking that no matter how beautiful you are, you wouldn't be stabbed by others and still thank them, right?
He moved closer to Wei Qingfan and lowered his voice with concern: "Your head wasn't caught in the door, was it?"
"You just got your head caught in the door."
Wei Qingfan said angrily, "If Mu Yang went back to tell the class teacher about the last class, what do you think he would say? What would Li Miaoyu say if he went to talk first?"
Cao Ze was stunned for two seconds, and before he could react, Xie Yao in front suddenly said "Oh", looked at Li Miaoyu and Wei Qingfan and said: "So Miaoyu, you are the one who strikes first and goes to help Wei Qing in advance."
Anyone can say good things."
Others also reacted, and many people felt inexplicably relieved in their hearts.
This feeling is generally similar to "Okay, okay, the girl I have a crush on is still perfect", and then I feel happy or satisfied that my eyesight is indeed very good.
Li Miaoyu rolled his eyes at Xie Yao, cleared the table, stood up and left. He glanced at Wei Qingfan again, and didn't know who he was explaining to. He said in a low voice: "I'm telling the truth."
"Yes, yes, let's go!"
Xie Yao took her and walked out together.
Cao Ze asked Wei Qingfan: "Are you leaving?"
Wei Qingfan asked back: "Are you going home for dinner?"
"No, not anymore..."
Cao Ze answered a little hesitantly. He had been secretly going to the Internet cafe to play games these days, so he didn't want to go home to eat. He was afraid of wasting time, and he was afraid that his parents would tell him that he could buy food anywhere on the roadside.
"Then you go first."
Wei Qingfan lowered his head and continued reading. Cao Ze didn't say anything anymore and left with Ma Chao and others.
When Wei Qingfan returned home, his mother had already prepared a meal. After dinner, he took a nap, and then returned to school. He saw Zhang Guoao and several senior boys playing basketball beside the basketball court, so he played with them for a while and washed up.
I calmed down and went back to the classroom to read.
Jiang Changjun didn't have a class in the afternoon, and he came to the classroom again during evening self-study, but he didn't mention Wei Qingfan's confrontation with the teacher in class.
Probably because he was afraid of being troubled by Wei Qingfan's uncle who worked in the county education and sports bureau, Mu Yang did not come to him to complain about Wei Qingfan's situation. Jiang Changjun, who likes big things to be turned into trivial matters, naturally would not give it to him.
Looking for trouble.
He didn't mention this matter at all. He came to the podium and said: "Everyone, stop for a moment. I have something to inform you."
"There is a high school essay competition in the province. Our school has a quota for the municipal competition. Each class in the second grade of high school has one quota. Are there any students who would like to take the initiative to sign up?"
Students in the audience looked at me and I looked at you, but no one said anything.
Jiang Changjun was not surprised. He looked over at Li Miaoyu and said, "Then go ahead, Li Miaoyu."
Li Miaoyu pursed her lips slightly, seeming a little helpless, but already used to it, and nodded expressionlessly to show that she heard.
Wei Qingfan, who had been reading with his head down, also raised his head after her and looked at Jiang Changjun on the podium.
Unfortunately, Jiang Changjun didn't pay attention to his actions. After finishing speaking, he walked outside the classroom.
Wei Qingfan reached out and patted Cao Ze, then squeezed out while he was close to the table.
"Teacher Jiang."
In the corridor, Wei Qingfan called out to Jiang Changjun softly.
Jiang Changjun turned around, saw it was him, and asked with a softer expression: "What's wrong?"
Wei Qingfan's grades at the beginning of school were not good, and he might have been lucky in the final exam, but his ranking in the last exam was higher, fifth in the class, and he was a top student. He also had a good way of managing the class. Jiang Changjun had a good impression of him.
, the attitude is naturally the same.
Wei Qingfan asked: "That's right. I would like to ask, are the quotas for that essay competition fixed?"
Jiang Changjun frowned. Based on his character and habits, he almost subconsciously answered that it was fixed, with one quota for each class. This would save a lot of trouble.
But when he was about to speak, he immediately thought of what Li Miaoyu said when he reported the history class incident that morning: Wei Qingfan's uncle works in the County Education and Sports Bureau.
This document was sent from the city to the County Education and Sports Bureau, and then to the school. Even if Wei Qingfan didn't tell him, Wei Qingfan could still learn about the situation from his uncle.
Things may become more troublesome by then, and you may get into trouble for yourself.
Thinking of this, Jiang Changjun asked helplessly: "Do you want to participate?"
"Um."
Wei Qingfan nodded and said a little embarrassedly: "No one wanted to go at the beginning, so I was embarrassed to say...is it stipulated that only one person can go to a class?"
He is not worried that he will squeeze out Li Miaoyu's quota. Her mother is the uncle's leader!
Jiang Changjun thought about it and said, "In principle, it is like this. If we do the selection, it will be too time-consuming and troublesome... Well, I will go back to the school and ask about it, and I will tell you tomorrow."
When Wei Qingfan returned to the classroom, his classmates probably suspected that he had gone to the class teacher to explain what happened in the history class, but not many people paid attention.
Xie Yao was listening to music with headphones on and was shaking her head while writing her homework. Li Miaoyu, who was reading quietly next to her, seemed to have noticed something. When Wei Qingfan passed by, he raised his head and looked at him with a slight frown.
Wei Qingfan gave her a handsome smile and was ignored as usual.
Cao Ze asked in a low voice: "Why did you go?"
Wei Qingfan said: "Ask if I can sign up."
??
Cao Ze was obviously confused for a moment. He didn't expect this to happen, and then asked doubtfully: "Then why didn't you tell the teacher when he asked about it in the first place?"
Li Miaoyu in front turned around. She seemed to have already made a guess, and just wanted to confirm the answer. She looked at him with clear and pure eyes. Her bright eyes seemed to be confused, questioning, and ashamed. Against the backdrop of her exquisite and flawless face, she looked very lively.
A picture of a beautiful girl looking back.
Wei Qingfan glanced at her and said with a smile: "Because I didn't want to go at that time."
Li Miaoyu turned back expressionlessly and continued to work on the questions. However, the white and delicate fingers holding the pen were obviously harder, and even the handwriting was the same, almost scratching the paper, a bit like sulking, or with
Who is angry?
Then she wrote and wrote, and in the answer area under the math questions, a few uncharacteristic words appeared inexplicably: