After finishing talking about a few questions, Qi Lei looked up at the clock next to the podium and said, "That's it for today! If you don't know how, we'll talk about it tomorrow." After that, he handed the pen and notebook to Ling Xiaowei.
He got up and returned to his seat in the first row.
Ling Xiaowei held the pen and remembered that when Qi Lei just handed over the pen, his hands had scars and calluses. Life had put this young man through too much.
They are all living people working hard for life. Ling Xiaowei glanced at Qi Lei's back in the front row and sighed for his future fate. She couldn't quite remember whether he went to junior high school, but she vaguely remembered that he was working outside.
He injured his body and died of illness in his twenties. What a pity!
Just when Ling Xiaowei was lost in thought, the classroom door was pushed open again, and people entered the classroom one after another. Ling Xiaowei looked at the time, and it was half past one. Qi Lei left in a hurry!
Unexpectedly, a boy has a very delicate heart.
I originally thought that Li Juan would never come again, but unexpectedly, when the afternoon preparation bell rang, Li Juan came in as the bell rang. When she came in, she had a straight face and red eyes, as if she had just cried.
"Li Juan, why are you here again?" Qiao Qiaodan said in a funny voice behind her.
Li Juan turned back and glared at Qiaodan Dan, and said angrily: "It's none of your business, the principal asked me to come."
Ling Xiaowei was slightly surprised! It was the principal Wang Kaiqing who drove the person away in the morning, and now it's the principal Wang Kaiqing who invited the person back. Alas! The principal's thoughts are really hard to understand.
The afternoon class is a Chinese class. The Chinese teacher assigned a composition to write a composition about spring. The composition class is Ling Xiaowei's favorite. She writes it all afternoon. After finishing it, she has nothing to do. She can draw design drawings to her heart's content.
Already.
She spent one class writing the composition, and the remaining two classes were spent drawing pictures.
Suddenly a small note came from Jordan behind him.
When I opened it, it read: "Ling Xiaowei, help me write my essay."
?Jordan Dan asked her to help her write the essay? This is impossible!
Ling Xiaowei wrote a note and passed it to the back, to Jordan Dan.
Qiao Qiaodan was reading a little book and was laughing when he suddenly saw the note from Ling Xiaowei. After reading the content, he was a little puzzled. This is impossible!
Then he replied, "I have written the composition a long time ago, and this note came from someone behind me. Who is so bold and dares to ask you to write a composition? Let me help you ask."
After a while, Ling Xiaowei received the note and knew it couldn't be from Qiaodandan.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and it was time for recess activities. Ling Xiaowei was lying on the table drawing. Suddenly someone pushed her from behind, and the pencil in Ling Xiaowei's hand snapped. "Qiaodan Dan..." She looked back Xiang Qiaodan said, but before he saw Qiaodandan, he first saw Wang Jiahao standing at the side and behind.
This guy, such a tall man, stood behind him, staring at her with a fierce look on his face, and said nonchalantly: "Where is my composition, have you written it or not?"
What a lingering guy. He had already sat separately and was still looking for trouble for her. Ling Xiaowei glanced at him coldly and snorted: "What obligation do I have to help you with your homework? Please don't bother me in the future."
I, I’m not familiar with you!”
When Wang Jiahao heard Ling Xiaowei's words, he immediately became angry. He kicked her hard on the table and said, "Ling Xiaowei, your wings are strong! You dare not listen to me, you deserve a beating, right?"
As he spoke, he raised his stone-like fist to smack her.
At this time, Jiang Haidong, who was behind him, held a book and smacked it at Wang Jiahao: "Wang Jiahao, don't be arrogant! Ling Xiaowei is my boss. If you dare to touch her, you will have trouble with me!"
Ling Xiaowei also stood up at this time, staring at Wang Jiahao with cold eyes and said: "Wang Jiahao, I, Ling Xiaowei, am not someone you can bully if you want. Please don't cause trouble for me in the future."
Wang Jiahao's hand was bruised by the book. He first glared at Jiang Haidong and found that Jiang Haidong had several friends who shared the same hatred with him. Damn it! Damn it! He hadn't been here for only a month, and the world had changed.
Jiang Haidong was dominating in the back row of the classroom, and these bastards had forgotten about him as the boss.
"Jiang Haidong, who are you? You dare to challenge me? Do you want to take a fist?" Wang Jiahao rushed his fist towards Jiang Haidong.
Jiang Haidong was not afraid either. He held his neck and rushed over, saying, "Come on! Grandpa Hai is afraid of you!"
"Who dares to hit me, Brother Hai?" Jiang Haidong's deskmate stood up.
Suddenly there was a tense atmosphere in the classroom, and the impending battle between Jiang Haidong and Wang Jiahao was just short of an introduction.
When Ling Xiaowei saw this situation, she frowned and felt very unhappy. This feeling made her feel that she was a beauty and the culprit of the war.
"Dingle bell..." The preparatory bell for class was like a life-saving alarm bell, and Ling Xiaowei breathed a sigh of relief.
The tense confrontation disappeared instantly, and everyone returned to their seats obediently.
The bell ended, and the sound of high-heeled shoes clacked from far to near. Teacher Huang walked into the classroom with the lesson plan in hand.
The last class of the day began.
This class was a composition class. The teacher collected the compositions, counted the copies, named and criticized several people who did not teach the homework, and asked for detention. Among them was Wang Jiahao.
The day's class ended soon. Ling Xiaowei took her schoolbag and prepared to go back. When she walked out of the school, she met Qiaodan Dan. As soon as Qiaodandan saw her, he pulled her and said: "Ling Xiaowei, don't worry, tonight
Jiang Haidong brings a few people to block Wang Jiahao, we will give him a good beating to see if he dares to bully you again."
?!They want to block people! "How many of you are there?" Ling Xiaowei asked.
Wang Jiahao was a member of a gang in the town. She knew that he had a cousin who was from the town, a member of the East Gang, who was in charge of all the street vendors in the east of the town, charging fees, etc. He was very bad and had been in trouble.
Jiang Haidong and the others beat Wang Jiahao. If Wang Jiahao sought revenge on his cousin, it would be very detrimental to Jiang Haidong and the others.
"Forget it. Where are Jiang Haidong and the others? I'll go find him!" Ling Xiaowei said to Qiao Qiaodan.
Qiao Qiaodan frowned and exclaimed: "How can this matter be forgotten? Ling Xiaowei, don't be stupid! That bastard bullies you like this, and he is bullying us. We will never let that bastard bully you."
Although these words were spoken by a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, Ling Xiaowei felt warm in her heart when she heard them. She was really happy to be valued by them.
"Qiaodandan, thank you, you are really my good friend." Ling Xiaowei hugged Qiaodandan and said, "Let's go, take me to find Jiang Haidong."
Qiao Qiaodan thought Ling Xiaowei had figured it out, so he nodded and said: "Okay, let's go, I will take you to find Jiang Haidong."
