Ling Cang was wondering whether to reciprocate a smile when a girl walked over with small steps: "Hey, take it, my roommate on the dirt floor is so handsome. The rescue clothes are a little thin and the delivery is a little messy."
Ling Cang was stunned for a moment: "Huh? Are there any foreign students in the class?"
"Not a foreign classmate." Shen Fanlei smiled and shook her head: "Her name is Huang Xianli. She is from Guangfu Province. She has spoken Cantonese since she was a child, and she just learned Mandarin after coming here to go to school, so she doesn't speak very well. good. "
"What did she just say?"
"She said that my deskmate is a handsome guy, but he is dressed sharply and his hair is a little messy..." Shen Fanlei looked at Ling Cang carefully, then nodded slightly: "Don't tell me, Xianli is quite discerning. , Actually you are quite handsome, but not so handsome."
Ling Cang scratched his head: "You...are you complimenting me?"
Huang Xianli's face turned red when she heard her words being translated, and she hurriedly said to Shen Fanlei: "Can you give me the skin in Pani's house?"
"What did she say again this time?"
"Let me borrow my physics notes."
"Can you understand her?"
"Actually... I also listened and guessed." Shen Fanlei obviously knew Huang Xianli very well, so she took out her notes and handed them over: "Xianli, it seems you need to bring a translator."
Huang Xianli is a little over 1.6 meters tall and has a slightly thin figure, which means that the two most beautiful parts of a woman are quite decent. She is neither bigger than others, but not too small either.
She has a beautiful oval face, heavy makeup, dark red lip gloss and eye shadow on her lips and eye circles. She has shoulder-length hair dyed dark brown. She is wearing a white dress with embroidered collars. There is a circle of black floral decoration, and the hem reaches to the thigh. The whole skirt has no waist, but is tightened under the chest, making it look very loose.
Huang Xianli is very beautiful, but she looks a little weak and feels that she needs others to protect her.
Speaking of which, it is indeed difficult for Cantonese people to speak Mandarin, but it is still rare to see people who can speak Mandarin to the level of Huang Xianli. Like other Cantonese people, she inadvertently uses some "ah", "la" and the like Mood particles, probably because I have been to too many places, and my speech sounds like a hodgepodge of local dialects.
There are other students from Guangfu in the school. If they heard Huang Xianli speak Mandarin, they would never know that she was a fellow student.
Speaking of which, Huang Xianli does lack some language skills. Her academic performance is very good in all subjects, but she is very poor in Chinese and English. She also knew it, smiled embarrassedly, and said something very shocking: "Hey, sister Lele, I'll go and wash my butt, and I'll fuck it for you when I come back."
When Ling Cang heard this, his blood pressure immediately increased, his heart beat faster, and male hormones were secreted crazily. He kept feeling that the girls in the city were so open-minded. This was the first time they met, and they were willing to let him do it, and it sounded like I still want to have a double fly with Shen Fanlei and me.
Ling Cang couldn't help but tuck his hair, feeling that although he was not obviously handsome, Huang Xianli had a sharp eye and was willing to give her body to her. It was so cute and exciting.
Ling Cang began to think about where to rent a house after school, and say goodbye to his virginity. Unfortunately, Shen Fanlei had already heard the problem with this sentence, and immediately blushed and explained: "She meant to wash the apples , give it to the two of us... Hey? Ling Cang, why do you have a nosebleed? "
"Ah? Ah! It's okay!" Ling Cang wiped his nose immediately and remembered with embarrassment that he had heard someone mention that in the dialects of some places in the south, "gan" means "eat".
Huang Xianli always brings a lot of fruit, this time it was a few extra-large apples, which were very sweet and crisp. Ling Cang wiped out the apples while recalling the misunderstanding: "This Huang Xianli is too cute..."
The next Chinese language class is "The Peacock Flies Southeast". The teacher is an old scholar in his fifties, full of pedantry. As long as he puts on a blue robe, he can travel back in time.
In the old society, he became a private school teacher.
Teachers who can establish themselves in Minghai No. 1 Middle School must be very good at teaching, but they also have different personalities.
The teacher briefly introduced the historical background of the poem, and then asked: "Which classmate is willing to read it aloud?"
You Yusheng sat next to Huang Xianli, separated by an aisle. After being classmates for a month, You Yusheng knew about Huang Xianli's language problem, and immediately became jealous. He quietly reached over, grabbed Huang Xianli's arm and raised it suddenly
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The teacher didn't see You Yusheng's little move, only saw Huang Xianli raising her hand, so she nodded: "This student, please read aloud."
Huang Xianli looked at You Yusheng helplessly, stood up timidly, and chanted very hard: "The empty nest is flying to the southeast~, and I am still lingering in the house~"
Several classmates laughed, and Huang Xianli became even more embarrassed. She kept silent as she recited the words, and secretly glanced at the teacher from time to time.
The teacher did not embarrass Huang Xianli. He waved his hand to indicate that he should sit down. When he saw You Yusheng smiling the most happily, he immediately said: "You Yusheng, come and read."
You Yusheng looked unconcerned, stood up lazily, opened the textbook and read: "The peacock flies southeast, lingering for five miles."
It is not very graceful for a boy to tease a girl, but teasing a cute girl like Huang Xianli makes You Yusheng even more annoying. Ling Cang immediately focused all his attention on You Yusheng, concentrating on thinking
: "Lose, language..."
You Yusheng's reading was vague and unclear, and he couldn't detect any changes at first, but soon it changed: "Bitch, leave blank~BLA, BLA~BLA~BLA~BLA~BLA."
The classroom burst into laughter, and some students shouted softly: "You Yusheng, you are so talented."
You Yusheng was stunned and stood there with his eyes wide open. He was stunned for a while and wanted to explain something, but he opened his mouth and said again: "BLA~BLA~BLA..."
"You Yusheng..." The teacher slapped the table: "You've gone too far. This is a school, not a circus! If you want to do tricks, just go out and do them!"
You Yusheng is not a good student, but he will not make a fool of himself publicly in class. Hearing the teacher's words, he almost cried in anxiety: "BLA~BLA~BLA..."
The students laughed even harder, and the teacher pointed to the door: "Get out of here, stand outside the door and reflect."
"BLA..."
"Did you hear that?"
"BLA..."
"You Yusheng, if you dare to ignore your teacher, I will definitely tell your classmate!"
"BLA..."
"You Yusheng, you are so good..." The old teacher was so angry that he was shaking all over. He picked up the pointer and slapped the lesson plan hard: "You don't have to let your class teacher deal with it. After class, go directly to the teaching office to report. I request that you be expelled."
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"BLA..." You Yusheng didn't care about the teacher's threat, but he was still panicking in his heart. He didn't understand why he couldn't speak. He looked at the teacher, then at the other students, and almost burst into tears. .
Shen Fanlei didn't have a good impression of You Yusheng, but as a classmate and the class monitor, she had to come out and say something at this time. Otherwise, if the classroom atmosphere continues to be like this, it will be bad for both teachers and students.
"Teacher, his throat is not feeling well today..." Shen Fanlei raised her hand, stood up and explained, and then told You Yusheng sternly: "Although you are sick, you must obey the teacher's punishment of standing still."
You Yusheng listened to Shen Fanlei's words. After hesitating for a moment, he assumed that he was sick and went out with his head drooped. The old teacher looked at the door and shook for a long time before gradually calming down.
From a very young age, Ling Cang discovered that he had a special ability that allowed people to temporarily lose certain aspects of their functions. At this time, You Yusheng was the victim, but he was lucky enough that Ling Cang didn't let him get in trouble on the spot. Incontinence.
The old teacher noticed that Ling Cang was neither laughing nor cheering, but just looking down at something, so he said: "That classmate... is called Ling Cang, right? New classmate, come on, read this text again."
The teacher felt that this class was a bit noisy. Ling Cang seemed to be a good student. As long as he read the whole poem honestly, he could get the classroom atmosphere back on track.
Ling Cang was very obedient. He stood up immediately and recited the poem without looking at the textbook.
The teacher nodded with satisfaction: "Well, this classmate is very diligent. It seems that he had previewed last night and memorized the entire poem..."
"I didn't preview last night. I was drawing on the train..." Ling Cang looked at the teacher with a blank expression and said calmly: "I can memorize this poem at the age of seven."
The teacher didn't quite believe it and snorted: "What else are you memorizing?"
"You should know almost all of these in the textbook."
"Recite "Climbing High" from Lesson 13."
"The wind is strong and the sky is high, the ape is howling in mourning, and the white bird is flying back from the clear sand of Zhug..."
"Can you memorize ancient Chinese prose?"
"no problem."
"Preface to Sending Dong Shao off on his Southern Tour to Hebei."
"In ancient times, Yan and Zhao were known as many people who lamented and lamented. Dong Sheng was promoted to Jinshi, but he could not even aspire to have a position..."
""Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion"."
"The old county of Yuzhang, the new mansion of Hongdu. The stars are divided into wings and the ground is connected to Henglu..."
The teacher didn't stop asking this question. Unknowingly, he spent half the class constantly testing Ling Cang, and the scope gradually exceeded the high school textbooks. In the end, the teacher had to sadly discover that Ling Cang knew poetry. There are more ancient texts than I have ever read.
Teachers will have a headache when they encounter bad students, but they will also have a headache when they encounter good students. Because such students can compare with teachers, it seems that teachers have no value here.
The Chinese teacher now looked at Ling Cang, who was not much cuter than You Yusheng. But he didn't want to admit defeat, and then said: "Recite "Shi Shi's History of Food Lion" for me."
This article is not only ancient prose, it is basically a tongue twister. Ling Cang swallowed and discussed helplessly: "Teacher, stop memorizing it..."
The teacher looked at Ling Cang with gloating: "Isn't it impossible?"
"No, but after carrying it for a long time, I was already thirsty..." Ling Cang said this, thinking of Huang Xianli's big red apple and round butt.
"Okay, then sit down." After a pause, the teacher added angrily: "It's useless just to memorize the book. You must know how to analyze the essence of these poems and ancient prose and apply what you have learned."
Ling Cang didn't care what the teacher said, he just sat down, picked up the textbook, and pretended to read it.
Shen Fanlei couldn't sit still, looked at Ling Cang with admiration, and said softly: "You are so awesome."
"Thank you for the compliment." Ling Cang pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and explained with a smile: "Actually, it's nothing, I just read more books."
"It seems that your Chinese scores must be very good. If you have time, you will definitely teach me."
Ling Cang really wanted to tell Shen Fanlei that there were actually many things he could teach, such as missionary style, backward style, windmill style... There was nothing to teach in Chinese alone.
Thinking in his heart, Ling Cang's eyes dropped down for some reason. Shen Fanlei's two pink legs were mostly exposed. Ling Cang's eyes started from the round calves and extended to the plump thighs, desperately trying to keep her legs. I want to get under the skirt.
Shen Fanlei soon noticed Ling Cang's gaze, and her face immediately turned slightly red: "What...are you looking at?"
"Appreciating jade."
"What? I don't have jade on me..."
"Beauty is like jade."
"Disgusting..." Shen Fanlei's face immediately turned redder: "You look like an honest person, but you turn out to be quite perverted!"
By the time the morning class was over, You Yusheng's speech had returned to normal and he returned to class in a nonchalant manner. The teacher was too lazy to talk to him and didn't pursue anything further.
As for Ling Cang, he rushed to the teaching office to report.
Generally speaking, most teachers like students who come from poor backgrounds and have excellent academic performance. In addition, Ling Cang looks very honest, which is very popular with the teachers in the teaching department, so the procedure was completed quickly.
But then he went to the school doctor's office for a physical examination, and Ling Cang ran into trouble.
Ling Cang's body was normal in all aspects, and he could be said to be in better shape than most students. However, the school doctor accidentally discovered that there was a circle of black lines on Ling Cang's wrist, which looked a bit like a bracelet. It was about half a centimeter wide and covered most of the wrist. Circle and make an opening below the wrist.
What is very strange is that at first glance, this circle of lines seems to be composed of exquisite patterns, but upon closer inspection, it is just a blur of black.
"What's going on?" The school doctor's face darkened at that time: "According to school regulations, students with tattoos will be expelled!"
"This is not a tattoo..." Ling Cang pointed to the pattern and explained, "It's there since I was born."
"Is it a birthmark?" The school doctor snorted heavily: "Your birthmark looks too regular and artistic, right?"
This birthmark is indeed extraordinary. Not only is the shape symmetrical, but it also has a hazy pattern. Even a child born by an artist would not have such an artistic thing.
In fact, Ling Cang didn't know whether this thing was a birthmark or not. He only remembered that it had been there since he was sensible. It didn't look like a birthmark, but Ling Cang had never had a tattoo.
Seeing the doubts on the school doctor's face, Ling Cang could only insist: "It is indeed a birthmark. I don't know how it could be like this."