Lan Shao's cute and playful wife

Chapter 5 Review

"No, my mother is also busy, so I ran to ask my cousin, and my cousin said that he usually pays 1 yuan."

The homeroom teacher looked ugly, "Jiujiu, this is different. I will keep your list for you first. When you go home at night, tell your mother what the teacher told you. Just say what the teacher said. A classmate, Your family is good, so you can pay 50 yuan, okay?"

My face turned pale, "Teacher, isn't this a free donation?"

The class teacher's eyes darkened, "Jiujiu, you see that other students from poor families have donated so much, some even donated their pocket money, you are also a member of class one, you should do something for the class, right? "

I was worried and said with a bitter face, "Teacher, our family is very poor, so I can only donate so much."

poor?The whole class laughed angrily. Xiao Jiujiu took ginseng slices in his mouth every day, bought a big bag of expensive paper-cuts, and filled his schoolbag with candies and chocolates. They were all imported goods. Who in the class didn't know?
The teacher in charge glared at me, and Dai Xue raised her hand suddenly, "Teacher, if you don't pay nine or nine, don't hand it over. Our cadres are trying to figure out a way. I'll go back and talk to my dad at night."

"Teacher, I'm in charge of 5." Another classmate glared at me and raised his hand.

"Teacher, I'm also in charge of 5."

"Teacher, I'm in charge of 10."

"I'm in charge of 2."

Everyone responded one after another, staring at me in embarrassment, sharing the same hatred.I felt ashamed, and the corner of my mouth twitched, which turned into a touch of bitterness.It was clearly talking about free donations, but in the end, the money was donated, and it caused a lot of trouble.

In the end, there was still a difference of 10 yuan, and the teacher walked up to Lan Zhongwen, "Zhongwen, our class is only 10 yuan away, so we can round up an integer. Can you make some more?"

Lan Zhongwen nodded, smiling modestly, "Teacher, no problem."

I thought it was over, but the teacher called me up by name and said, "Ninety-Nine, a rat droppings ruined a pot of porridge, you come to class one, you are a member of class one, you should unite with everyone, don't mess with it. special."

The teacher in charge thought that there was a reason for the students to reject me and isolate me, because I was just that bad.

It turned out that my heart was only for a moment, but I listened numbly, and actually wanted to ask her aloud, it's not that I didn't raise donations, the money was donated, but I couldn't meet her requirements, and I became a rat shit.

I did something wrong, but now I suddenly feel that what I did was right. Instead of donating money to a teacher who doesn’t like me and let her show off the glory of the class, it’s better to buy a gift that I love. Anyway, I donate it again No matter how much I donate, the glory does not belong to me. Anyway, no matter how much I donate, I am still a rat in her eyes.

It's just that I don't like studying, and I'm not stupid.

Staying in the top class is a torture for me, I can't get rid of it, I can only wait for it.

During class time, I used glue to glue rubber boxes and candy boxes. In short, I just didn’t listen to the lectures and couldn’t solve the problems.

Lan Zhongwen shook his head as he watched, the atmosphere between me and him was a little better now, but we still didn't speak.

For recess activities, I went to Class [-] to find my original friends to play games with. The school's classes are arranged according to grades. I was in Class [-] before, which shows how bad my grades are.

My mother gave presents to the school leaders, giving them layer by layer, and let me jump into the first class, so that I am not alive or dead. In the eyes of the group, I am a waste of air when I am alive, and a waste of land when I am dead.

But who cares about them, I have never lived to look at other people's faces, and I don't know what it means to be inferior. In other words, I just go my own way and let others say it.

The elastic flower rope flipped in the air, and the ponytail was flying. I jumped the rope happily, and my body was flexible and flexible.

Only at this time, I feel that I am happy, and I will not be squeezed by the heavy atmosphere, nor will I be hurt by the scorn of my classmates.

The mid-term exam is approaching, and the pre-class self-study is an unprecedentedly oppressive atmosphere. In order not to affect the students, the class cadre began to secretly record the students who made small movements during the self-study. The students who were not recorded can award small red flowers, one a day, and the most awards The top five students will be rewarded with red flowers.

I was the one who made the most petty moves. I was trapped in the depressed atmosphere of the class and felt very stressed. On the surface, I seemed to be reading a book, but in fact, my eyes were always secretly looking at Lan Zhongwen's notebook to see who he wrote.

But every time he looked at it, he buried his head in doing the exercises, as if it had nothing to do with him, and hung up high.

I didn't expect me to be included in the small action list published on the first day, but I obviously didn't do anything, just rolled my eyes and looked around, is this considered a small action?
The teacher in charge called me and reprimanded me, her beautiful eyes were filled with condemnation, "Xiao Jiujiu, stand up."

I followed my word.

A bunch of probing eyes came unexpectedly.

"Xiao Jiujiu, are you eating snacks in the self-study class?" The head teacher said earnestly, hating iron for nothing.

I blurted out, "Teacher, I don't."

"You didn't know why the cadres wrote your name? Xiao Jiujiu, if you dare to do it, you must admit it. Lying is not what students should do. You stand on the blackboard and don't block or influence your classmates."

The eye sockets are a little hot.

Feeling wronged?Actually no, numb.

Just a little bit of pain.

Slowly walking to the blackboard and standing in front of the newspaper, the students all turned to look at me, some with sneer, some with contempt.

I know very well that they look down on me.

As for this matter, someone must be trying to trick me on purpose. If it is said that I was in a daze during the self-study class, then that's fine. I actually said that I ate snacks. How dare I be so bold?Eat snacks right after the teacher announces strictness?I'm not out of my mind.

This is my man.

After I went around the class, I finally fixed my eyes on Lan Zhongwen. It must be him, and he is the only one who has a grudge against me.

villain!I clenched my fists secretly.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, I rushed to Lan Zhongwen and asked him for a list of tricks, "Lan Zhongwen, didn't you hand over all the lists of tricks written by the cadres in the class to you? Show me the list."

Lan Zhongwen didn't even bother to lift his eyes, and continued to solve the program in the exercise book, "Why?"

(End of this chapter)