After what happened during the meal, Han Chen's mind, which had been floating all morning, finally calmed down and he was able to listen to the class.
But as if someone was deliberately going against him, something broke the tranquility in his heart.
Because at this moment, he received a note from Liu Yiling.
In the era before mobile phones, students often used notes to convey stories to each other. At that time, the friendship between two people was maintained by notes, and the relationship between a couple was often communicated by notes.
But that time has passed after all. Nowadays, everyone likes to use mobile phones to communicate. The same goes for students. Almost everyone like Han Chen, a high school student, has a mobile phone.
It's really rare for people like Liu Yiling to use notes to convey messages. What's more, she asked Han Chen for his phone number at noon.
"Teach me to play games after school in the evening, and I'm not allowed to leave!" said the note from Liu Yiling.
Han Chen looked at the note with some confusion. After confirming that it was indeed written by Liu Yiling, he reluctantly wrote a reply on it.
"Okay!" Han Chen's reply was simple. This class was English Chen's class. He wanted to listen carefully and regain the lost state of not listening to the class all morning. But Liu Yiling's note still had to be returned. After all, he was
This is the first time I contacted him like this.
The note crossed the aisle, crossed the seats, passed six rows of classmates, and finally reached Liu Yiling. But it soon spread back along this winding and complicated paper path.
"I also want to buy an Android phone, what kind of one should I buy?" Liu Yiling said.
Han Chen was a little hesitant. He didn't want to reply. Although he didn't know what was going on with Miss Liu, he wanted to resolve these matters in class. But in the end he decided to give Liu Yiling a chance and wrote a reply.
However, the fate of this note became bumpy, because it did not reach Liu Yiling's hands, but accidentally reached Yingying Chen.
I was just dictating words in English, and I happened to find this piece of paper being passed around. I grabbed it, looked at the content on it, and snorted coldly.
"You two, come to my office after class!" English Chen left such a sentence and continued the lecture.
Now Han Chen was a little restless. His mind was wandering again. He would turn his pen for a while and draw something randomly on the paper, but he could not get rid of the irritability in his heart.
When he thought about it, he understood that it was Huang Guangming's participation in the competition that affected his state of mind.
"Is the teacher that scary?" Xiao Juzi asked inappropriately.
"Of course it's scary, especially English Chen, who eats people without spitting out their bones!" Han Chen replied.
In Class 9, Chen Yingying is famous for being cruel, while Huang Guangming, who once fought, is obedient. He is known as the most difficult person to deal with among all the teachers in Class 9.
Thinking of this, Han Chen couldn't help but feel anxious about his fate.
However, he was not the only one who was worried in this classroom. Liu Yiling was also staring at the screen absentmindedly, but her thoughts had already flown away.
As a good student like her, she had never had the experience of being criticized by a teacher alone, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
She didn't know what was wrong with her. When she first heard that Han Chen was having a good time flying every day, she was very concerned about him. Later, she deliberately approached him during lunch. She kept telling herself that this was the reason why she wanted to learn to fly.
Until she was discovered and caught by English Chen just now, she came out of that mood and turned into fear of English Chen.
She looked over at Han Chen from time to time and found that Han Chen had never looked at her at all. This made her feel even more uncomfortable.
She buried her head very low and waited silently for get out of class to end. When get out of class was actually over, she became afraid again. All kinds of legends about English Chen deeply troubled her.
"Let's go!" A voice suddenly came from my ears.
Liu Yiling looked up and saw that it was Han Chen. Han Chen seemed to walk past her seat casually, but he extended an invitation to him.
Liu Yiling nodded gratefully. She felt like she had found a supporter, and followed Han Chen into the English teaching and research room like a follower.
As soon as he entered the office, Han Chen felt a depressing atmosphere inside.
The English teaching and research team has tables full of them. In front of each table is a teacher wearing glasses who is correcting homework. Each teacher’s desk is filled with books. The report card for this semester is sandwiched in the glass compartment on the table.
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In addition, some teachers have one or two students being educated in front of them, and this office is full of the atmosphere of urging students to study.
"Teacher Chen, we are here." Han Chen saw that Liu Yiling's face was red, and he probably didn't know what to say, so he spoke first.
English Chen was correcting his homework. He said "hmm" without raising his head, and then asked: "Liu Yiling, do you know why I called you here?"
Liu Yiling's mouth opened, but no words came out.
"Teacher, I shouldn't have passed the note, teacher, I was wrong!" At this time, Han Chen rushed to answer.
Liu Yiling turned her head and glanced at Han Chen, her eyes full of gratitude.
English Chen still did not raise his head and continued: "Liu Yiling, is that so?"
Liu Yiling said nothing, but English Chen thought she acquiesced to Han Chen's statement.
English Chen's next sentence was to ask Liu Yiling to go back.
Liu Yiling breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like she had escaped from this terrifying scene.
Before leaving, Liu Yiling gave Han Chen a meaningful look, and the gratitude in her eyes was about to pop out.
Han Chen did not look at Liu Yiling who was walking out. He held his head high, ready to face the storm of English Chen.
Sure enough, when Liu Yiling went out, English Chen raised his head, stared at Han Chen angrily and said: "Han Chen, listen, I don't care how you are now, but I know how you were before, don't even think about ban
Even the good students here are ruined by the top students. It’s okay for you to play that bad game yourself, but don’t bring my other students to play too. I’d like to thank you!”
English Chen's words were rude and directed at Han Chen, as if Han Chen was already the worst student in the class.
Han Chen stood silently, listening to her scolding.
"What fun is there in that crappy game? Do you know how many people have been ruined by the game? Especially the racing game, where you can drive back and forth. What's so good about it? If you play too much, won't you be afraid that you will hit someone with your car in the future?" English Chen continued to drive.
The gun fired.
But this time, Han Chen didn't say a word.
He turned his head to English Chen and said seriously, word for word: "Tiantian Speed is not just a game, it is competition!"
Among the children who go to school, there is no one who has not been asked by the teacher to have tea, but Han Chen is probably the only one in the entire high school who dares to conflict with English Chen like this.
English Chen adjusted her big black-framed glasses and looked at the student who dared to resist him in surprise, as if she was seeing Han Chen for the first time.
"Competition? You said it is competition? In my opinion, it is just a plaything to lose one's ambition. How can it rise to the level of competition!" English Chen said angrily.
After hearing these words, Han Chen took a deep breath. He has been hearing this kind of words since he was a child. He has always been taught this way by his parents, teachers, relatives and friends since he was a child.
By now, he has heard enough!
Especially after what happened in the morning, his envy for Huang Guangming's freedom to participate in the competition made his game heart, which had been static, suddenly start beating again.
A long time ago, he felt that gaming was his physical and mental belonging, and now is no exception. What he wants to do is actually lead his own path as freely as Huang Guangming.
That's all, but it can't even meet this most basic requirement!
Now, he was finally angry. Like a volcano, it finally erupted.
"More than a hundred years ago, football was a sport that was not understood by people. Many years ago, e-sports was listed as a sport by the country. Whether it is e-sports or gaming, it has long been commonplace in other countries.
, it has also achieved rapid development in these years in our country.
.You people don’t understand how to look at problems from a developmental perspective. You always think you are right, but you don’t know that your views have long lagged behind! Video games are the ninth art, after music and art, etc.
This kind of art will appear on the normal stage sooner or later, just wait!"
Han Chen's retorts were thrown out like a barrage of firecrackers. When he said this, he almost cried. Growing up, no one understood his feelings. No one knew how long he had regretted losing the chance of the national competition.
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This is a cry from the heart of a child playing games, a cry for recognition from the world!
"One day, I will prove you wrong!" Han Chen continued.
Although the sound was not loud, it seemed that Han Chen was shouting it with all his strength.