Lan Shao's cute and playful wife

Chapter 11 Bad Words
Seeing that he has talked about this point, my mother agreed.

After lunch, Lan Zhongwen came to pick me up from school and sat on the crossbeam of his bicycle again. I blushed to the point of bleeding, especially in the morning when I cried and said that I had a terminal illness and I was going to die.

I really want to cut my wrists.

He didn't know the myriad twists and turns in my mind. Seeing my frowning, he asked concerned: "Jiujiu, are you uncomfortable?"

I shook my head vigorously.

"Why don't you go to school today? Go home and rest?"

"no need."

He grunted, and then said, "Jiujiu, how is the painting you are going to participate in? The youth talent competition is in winter vacation, I have already registered for you, and there are still more than two months left."

"I haven't finished the painting yet, but I have already chosen the theme." After thinking about it, I asked again, "Lan Zhongwen, are you going to participate in the calligraphy competition? I heard that you won the silver medal before."

"No, I haven't written calligraphy for a long time. I am now participating in the youth piano competition." When Lan Zhongwen said this, a faint gloomy flashed in Lan Zhongwen's eyes, "Don't think that I know everything, piano is my hobby , but I can’t even make it to the top 8 every time.”

At a playful age, no one would have thought that the genius Lan Zhongwen also had unattainable dreams and unattainable desires.

Seeing his bitter eyes, I took out the candy from my schoolbag and stuffed it into his schoolbag, "Don't be discouraged, I believe you will succeed, these candies are for your congratulations in advance, when you succeed, I am giving you ten Congratulations."

He thought it was funny, his eyes were wide open, and he asked gently but seriously: "Do you think I will succeed?"

"It's absolutely fine." I gave him the words he gave me, and cheered up: "Next time, I will buy two light sticks to cheer you up."

Lan Zhongwen was a little puzzled, "Why did you buy light sticks?"

"The auditorium is too big. I'm afraid you won't be able to see me then, so I bought two light sticks and waved them. Can't you see where I am at a glance?"

Lan Zhongwen laughed until he couldn't see his eyes, like two curved crescents, deep, surging with rare tenderness.

that's it.I carried forward the spirit of making small mistakes without making big mistakes and ushered in the early stage of the midterm exam. The atmosphere on Friday afternoon was particularly depressing, because the midterm exam will be next Monday. The class teacher asked the students to study by themselves to review the knowledge accumulated during this period .

The students all bowed their heads to review, as if there was a mountain on their backs, heavy and breathless.

For a while, it was as quiet as a chilling cicada.

However, there are still two leisurely people behind the depression, one is Lan Zhongwen whose grades are far out of Jiujie Street, and the other is me who can't see it in my mind no matter how much I review the textbook.

I rolled my eyes quietly, and saw the head teacher sitting on the podium flipping through the newspaper, her beautiful eyes focused and engrossed, so I covered my lips and smiled, and took out an A6 coiled book from my schoolbag.

Lan Zhongwen glared at me, I ignored him, opened the thick A6 book and started to draw ancient characters, the so-called creation begins with copying, and it’s not counted if I draw, but also dialogues, such as the thunderous opening of Jin Yong’s novels .

"A young girl whose parents both died, was adopted by a hero, and suffered a lot under the hands of her adoptive mother. In desperation, she was sent to practice martial arts by her adoptive father, and met a tall male protagonist who was strong in martial arts and followed her status..."

At that time, when I was young, even if I copied the works of the great gods, the writing was extremely bloody and nondescript.But I didn't know it, I kept drawing and writing happily, with a smirk on the corner of my mouth, until the A6 book in my hand was quickly taken away and thrown into the book pocket.

I instinctively raised my head to stare at Lan Zhongwen, but saw the head teacher standing in front of us and said to me, "Take it out."

Her tone was gloomy, she had seen Lan Zhongwen take away my A6 book, but she still spoke to me.

Regarding his cover-up, the class teacher's eyes showed severe reproach.

I was startled and bowed my head in silence.

Lan Zhongwen didn't move either.

Soon, the students turned their lowered heads around and gathered on me, no need to judge, they basically despised and laughed at me.

"Xiao Jiujiu, hand over that little book." The homeroom teacher emphasized with a cold face, seeing me not moving, she became even more angry, "Stand up for me!"

I got up as I said, and sighed in my heart.

"Take it out." The teacher in charge had a tough attitude, as if he would not die until Huang He, so I had no choice but to slowly reach into my book pocket and casually grab a book and give it to her.

The head teacher didn't answer, and shifted his gaze from my face to the book pocket, "It's not this book, it's the white coiled book."

My heart was pounding, and I was so guilty and panicked. At this moment, I was really scared, I was afraid that she would search my book pocket, and then find a lot of gadgets and snacks inside.

Gritting my teeth, I broke my heart and took out the A6 coil book and gave it to her.

The classmates have long been gloating.

The teacher in charge opened the A6 coil book, his expression was not good at first, he flipped through it, a little surprised, looked up at me, then looked at the coil book, and realized that this A6 coil book contained a book called Make something of a dream.

She didn't say anything, but closed the notebook and held it in her hand, "I won't publish what you write in it, and I won't tell anyone, but I'll put the notebook with the teacher first, and I'll get it after the midterm exam. "

To be honest, I was a little moved at this moment, and felt that the head teacher was not that bad, at least she would not reveal my heart and show the bloody exhibition to the students.

But it turns out I'm hopelessly stupid.

After I sat down, I felt a stabbing pain in my back. I turned my head and saw Qiao Mo poking my back with a ballpoint pen. His voice was soft and gloating, "Oh, Xiao Jiujiu."

I ignored him.

He poked me on the back a few more times, "Hey, what is written in that book? Why didn't the teacher publish it? Could it be another love letter to the monitor?"

I can imagine that my white clothes have already been marked with a few ballpoint pen marks by him. Every day, this bastard either pokes my back with a pen or pours glue on the edge of the table, so that when I lean against his table, my clothes It was either painted with ballpoint pen marks or stuck with glue.

(End of this chapter)