Little Cutie, you don't have enough subscriptions for this article. You can read the latest content if you make up for it. "All of you, follow me to the office. What are the others reading? Didn't you hear the bell? Go back to your morning self-study session! "
Jiang Yufan couldn't understand why Le Zhishi would fight with others. This was not his style at all. He would believe it if someone said he was possessed by a ghost. Not only him, but the whole class was dumbfounded when they heard about this.
"Who fought? Le Zhishi? You must be kidding … "
"No way. Le Zhishi wasn't even late, let alone fighting. Oh, except for the first day of school."
"I heard that he was helping the student from the next class who skipped a grade. I don't see them interact much. Is it worth fighting with someone like Wang Jie for him?"
"It was one against four."
"Damn, Le is awesome."
Some people leaned against the window of Group 4 and looked at the high school building opposite. The administrative offices of the head teacher and the head teacher were on the second and third floors of the building opposite.
"I can't see anything …"
"He's probably still lecturing? Maybe he'll come out and write a self-reflection in the corridor later. "
Jiang Yufan was very anxious and uneasy. He heard the girl in front of him talk about the other person involved.
"Cheng Mingming. He has a grudge with Wang Jie for a long time. They were elementary school classmates. The last time I ate in the cafeteria, I heard him tell others that Wang Jie's family was very poor and that he stole money from him. "
"Really? Then this … "
"Anyway, Wang Jie is not to be trifled with. He said that Cheng Mingming's parents don't care. I feel that Le has been cheated this time. He got involved in this kind of thing. Maybe when both sides go back on their words, Le will be in the wrong. "
Hearing the words "parents don't care", Jiang Yufan felt something. He was worried that Le Zhishi would be at a disadvantage. He stood up and said that he had a stomachache to go to the bathroom. In fact, he ran to the opposite school building.
In the office, the bullied Cheng Mingming stuttered. The head teacher couldn't get an answer.
"What happened? Why are they fighting? "
Cheng Mingming shook his head desperately. "It has nothing to do with me. I didn't hit anyone."
This was not the first time that Cheng Mingming and Wang Jie had a conflict. The Dean knew about it, and he could guess what was going on when he saw them. But what was strange about this matter was why Le Zhishi was involved. This child was famous for being an obedient and sensible student. All the teachers who had taught him before knew this.
The homeroom teacher, Wang Qian, was also called over. The Dean glanced at him and said, "She's from your class. You can ask her yourself."
Wang Qian was well aware of Le Zhishi's nature, so he didn't go up to him and accuse him indiscriminately.
"Le Zhishi, what happened?"
"Why did you fight with your classmates? That's not your style. "
Le Zhishi lowered his head. The blood at the corner of his mouth had dried. He opened his mouth as if he didn't want to give a reason, but his attitude was very good. He admitted his mistake directly. "Miss Wang, I violated the school rules. I can write a self-reflection letter and stay in school as punishment. You can deal with it directly."
Who knew that at this moment, someone would suddenly appear at the door and shout a report. Everyone turned around and saw Jiang Yufan's anxious face. "Teacher, Le Zhishi saw Cheng Mingming being bullied by Wang Jie, so he went to the bathroom. He didn't start this!"
Le Zhishi was afraid that Jiang Yufan would be dragged into this, so he immediately said to Wang Qian, "Teacher, Jiang Yufan wasn't there."
Jiang Yufan was anxious. "I wasn't there, but someone saw it. A lot of students saw it."
Wang Qian glanced at Le Zhishi and said to Jiang Yufan, "Go back to class. This has nothing to do with you."
Although Jiang Yufan was unwilling, there was nothing he could do. He glanced at Le Zhishi worriedly and left unhappily.
The homeroom teacher from the next class didn't seem to want to interrogate this as an important matter. First, she judged that Cheng Mingming wasn't at fault and told the Dean to go back to study. Then, she questioned Wang Jie.
Wang Jie had been beaten until he was listless. He kept wiping the blood from his mouth with a tissue, but after being interrogated, he rebelled. "What did I do? This has nothing to do with him at all. He came to me on his own accord. I wanted them to leave, but he turned around and punched me. He's crazy. "
His sidekick chimed in, "Yes! Le Zhishi was the one who started it! "
"We were trying to stop the fight. I don't know why he went crazy and came to hit us."
"Teacher, if you don't believe me, you can ask the people who were trying to stop the fight in the bathroom. They saw who started it."
"It was me," Le Zhishi admitted frankly. "I just wanted to hit him."
As soon as he said this, the other teachers in the office looked askance.
Wang Qian never would have thought that the Le Zhishi standing in front of him was a completely different person.
"I don't want to spend time here arguing with you about who did more wrong and who did less wrong." The Dean clasped his hands behind his back and went through the situation according to his own thoughts. "Wang Jie, you brought people to bully Cheng Mingming. Le Zhishi, you stood up for Cheng Mingming, didn't you? But you caused a fight. You and Wang Jie both made a serious mistake and will be given a demerit. Your homeroom teacher will deal with the rest. "
Then he looked at Miss Wang. "Call your parents. Call your parents. Call your parents."
Miss Wang nodded and watched the Dean leave. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, so he took Le Zhishi to the teachers' pantry next door. "I'll take you to the school hospital to deal with the injury on your face."
"No need, Teacher," Le Zhishi said. "The door will open in a while. I can go there myself."
Miss Wang poured him a glass of water. "If it was someone who usually fights and causes trouble, I would have called his parents to deal with it. Things aren't that simple if he can force Rabbit into a corner."
Le Zhishi held the paper cup and was silent for a long time. Finally, he said, "Teacher, I don't want to say it, but I promise you that I will never fight with my classmates again. You can punish me however you want. "
"Then I'll call your parents?" Wang Qian put down the cup and looked at Le Zhishi.
"I …" Le Zhishi also looked up at him. "Yes, but my parents are out of town for the next few days. We can only wait for them to come back …"
"Okay." Wang Qian looked at him. "As your homeroom teacher, I respect that you have your reasons for not wanting to say it, but you have to know that violence is not a good way to solve problems, no matter when. If the other party insults you, you can tell me. If you don't trust me, you can also ask others for help. Do you understand? "
Le Zhishi knew his own problem and nodded.
"Okay, I understand."
He stayed in the pantry to finish writing his self-reflection. When he went out, the morning self-study was already over. Le Zhishi went to the school hospital alone to treat his wound. When he returned to the classroom, before Wang Qian's language class began, he read out his self-reflection to the class.
"You can go back to your seat." Miss Wang stood at the podium. "This fight has also sounded the alarm for the rest of us. Don't stand up for others. If you encounter violence on campus, inform the teacher immediately. Don't try to use violence to fight violence."
Although it was just a fight, Cola's good social relations made almost everyone stand on his side. This matter quickly spread among the students, and most of them directly regarded him as a hero who had acted bravely for a just cause. No one knew the real reason Le Zhishi fought, and no one wanted to know. They just wanted to grab a fresh topic to talk about in the boring school life.
After class, it was time to do the exercises between classes. Jiang Yufan ran to Le Zhishi's seat. "Do your eyes hurt? Let's go to the supermarket to buy a popsicle and apply it. " He reached out to touch Le Zhishi's eyes, but he was afraid of hurting him. Seeing Le Zhishi shake his head honestly, he pitied him. "You're too cruel. Why didn't you wait for me?"
"I also made him bleed." Le Zhishi recounted the battle in a serious manner.
"He must have provoked you. What happened? You usually don't participate in these things. Tell me, and I'll find a chance to avenge you. "
But no matter how he asked, Le Zhishi refused to say. Jiang Yufan's guess was similar to his own. If it weren't for his parents, Le Zhishi definitely wouldn't have fought. He calmly changed the topic. "Your sweet osmanthus looks delicious."
"Right? It can only be eaten when the sugar melts. These are all from Song Yu gege and I … Ouch … "Le Zhishi was excited when he said this. He accidentally pulled the wound on the corner of his mouth.
"Ouch, slow down." Speaking of this, Jiang Yufan remembered. "Your brother might have found out about your fight. He won't scold you, right?"
Le Zhishi's eyes widened instantly. "No way."
"What do you think? The news of the morning self-study session has spread. I just saw the post on Peiya's Tieba. Many people liked it, but most of them were scolding Wang Jie. "
Le Zhishi was unsure. He grabbed Jiang Yufan's sleeve. "Am I very ugly now?"
"No, you're so manly." Jiang Yufan laughed. "Why do you suddenly have the burden of being an idol? It's okay. Those little girls admire you. You fought so handsomely. "
Le Zhishi didn't care about this at all. He just didn't want Song Yu to know about his fight with others, and he didn't want to face him with this face.
"I'm not going to do exercises. I want to take a leave of absence." Le Zhishi ran to find the class leader. He hid in the classroom to do his homework. He had to hide anyway. It would be too embarrassing if he bumped into the class leader.
His eyes hurt and swollen. Le Zhishi began to regret. He didn't regret hitting someone, but he regretted that he didn't perform well. If he had to do it again, he would definitely be able to dodge those punches and knock that guy to the ground.
After he came back from the exercises, several girls in the class gave him band-aids. A girl from another class bought him a bottle of ice water for his eyes. Le Zhishi thanked them one by one, even though he didn't need most of the things. It didn't feel good to be in the limelight. He wanted to keep a low profile in the future.
Aunt Rong wasn't at home at noon, so she didn't have to go home for lunch. This gave Le Zhishi a chance to hide. He wasn't hungry, so he stayed in the classroom to do his homework. If he did more homework now, he would have less to do at night. He wanted to go home early today, take a shower, and hide in his room. He wanted to minimize the chances of meeting Song Yu.
Le Zhishi, who was immersed in the geometry problem with his "perfect plan", lowered his head lower and lower. In the end, his chin rested on the exercise book.
"Is there a point e … that makes it equal …" Le Zhishi read the question in a low voice. His eyebrows were knitted together, and his eyes were hurting more and more, "How do I prove …"
"Suppose it exists."
A voice suddenly came from above his head. Le Zhishi thought he was hallucinating, so he raised his head.
Exists?
He now suspected that he was seeing things. The brother in front of him didn't exist.
Song Yu was still calm. He didn't look at him and only looked at the question. "Proof by reductio. Assume first, then deduce the contradiction when there are equal conditions."
So it's really here.
Le Zhishi nodded softly. He lowered his head and wrote down the word "prove". He asked carefully, "When did you come?"
"Just now."
"Okay …" Le Zhishi lowered his head and wrote down the sentence "Suppose the existence of point e".
Song Yu looked at the top of his head. "Stop working. Let's go back and eat."
"Go back?" Le Zhishi stood up in a daze and followed Song Yu out. Aunt Rong and his uncle were not at home. There shouldn't be anyone cooking at home. "Aren't we going to the cafeteria?"
"Let's go home."
He must have known about the fight, but he didn't seem unhappy. Le Zhishi felt a little uneasy.
Song Yu was walking half a step in front of him. His arm was hanging down, and his fingers were long and slender. As he stared, Le Zhishi suddenly remembered his childhood. He remembered that when he had just entered the school in the first grade of primary school, they had also walked on the road one after the other. However, at that time, the person who was fighting was Song Yu, and the one who was being bullied was Le Zhishi.
He cried and held Song Yu's hand and went home with him.
Why can't we hold hands now?
Such a strange idea suddenly popped up in Le Zhishi's mind, and then he unexpectedly reached out his hand.
Unexpectedly, the person in front of him suddenly put his hand into the pocket of his school uniform. Song Yu's phone had been vibrating since they left the classroom. He couldn't stand it anymore. He took it out and glanced at it. It was a message from Qin Yan.
[Qin Yan: Damn, I just went to the toilet. Where are you?]
[Qin Yan: They said you're not going to the cafeteria? Didn't we agree to have lunch together today?]
[Qin Yan: Are you going back to school later? Let's play basketball with Old Zhang and the others for half an hour later.]
Song Yu wanted to reply that he was going to rest at home, but he didn't expect another long message to pop up. He frowned when he saw it.
[Qin Yan: F * * k! Xiao Hei said he saw you and your brother leaving the school gate. Are you going to start a fight? It's just a fight between two boys. Don't get angry at him. Hey, wait, your mom isn't home today. Who's going to cook when she's home? Do you want to starve our Le Zhishi to death?]
Song Yu immediately stood still and lowered his head to reply to the message. Le Zhishi also stood still. He hurriedly retracted his outstretched hand and put it behind his back.
The autumn sun wasn't strong, but it scorched his back and scalded his palms.
After typing, Song Yu looked back at Le Zhishi. "Let's go."
"Okay."
Qin Yan, who was eating soy sauce fried rice in the cafeteria, turned on his phone and almost spat it out.
[I'm cooking. I've been wronged, so I have to eat something good.]
Around the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, Lin Rong spread a large clean tablecloth on the ground. The two boys used thin bamboo poles to knock on the branches. Golden powder scattered in the fragrance. Le Zhishi liked to do this since he was young. Although other flowers were also fragrant, osmanthus was different. Its fragrance was sweet and seemed to be connected to the taste buds.
"That's enough." Lin Rong smiled and put away a cloth full of osmanthus flowers. "There's not much left. Leave some for me to smell."
The two stopped. Song Yu put away the bamboo pole. He turned his head and saw Le Zhishi's fluffy hair covered in osmanthus flowers. It was yellow and looked like a layer of maple syrup on top of a smoothie. He quietly reached out his hand. The end of the bamboo pole swayed from behind and finally knocked on the back of Le Zhishi's head.
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