I transferred from the south to the north and looked obedient, clever, and soft.

Later, I was seen - in the alley, I was pulling the bully's hair and banging against the wall.

The skin is torn and the flesh is bleeding profusely.

01

On the day of my enrollment, I submitted my transcript from my previous school.

Including but not limited to various competitive competitions and various hobbies and talents.

The principal was like a treasure, and the homeroom teacher was laughing so hard that he couldn't see his eyes.

I was solemnly introduced at the class meeting.

I shyly and softly greeted:

The teacher arranged for me to sit with a handsome boy named Wei Qi, who is both the class monitor and the school grass.

And behind me sat a girl with thick bangs and yellow skin, named Yang Peng.

Yang Peng was too tall and thin, highlighting her big eyes and high cheekbones, like an unpleasant electric pole.

I have good grades and am the teacher's darling. I speak softly and every student is friendly to me.

Except for Yang Peng.

She has never spoken to me, not only to me, but also doesn't seem to talk much to others.

... or rather, others don't like to talk to her.

The sense of existence is too low, even the teacher doesn't ask her to answer questions.

Occasionally, during morning reading, everyone took turns reciting the text. When it was time for her, she spoke up - I let out a sigh in my heart.

Baby sound.

"Ugh!"

I heard someone making strange noises.

"Disgusting!"

"The goosebumps have all fallen off!"

"What kind of outfit, ugly chicken!"

I turned my head to look behind me, Yang Peng's slender fingers gripping the book, her big eyes turning red, and her tall and thin body trembling uncontrollably.

I looked at the podium again - Wei Qi, the host of the morning reading, seemed to have missed it, looking at the text on his own.

I held my chin and smiled silently.

02

Provincial competitions are in sight.

Wei Qi and I are the key trainees of the school.

After school, we will continue to stay on campus and provide individual tutoring in the teacher's office.

After the tutoring ended, we went back to the classroom together to get our backpacks. From a distance, we could hear someone shouting, shouting, and crying.

Shouting, shouting, it's those girls in the class who are tightly hugging each other.

As for who cried, it wasn't Yang Peng.

She was squeezed together by three desks, covered in chalk dust.

On the ground are torn pages and paper, as well as cracked thermos bottles.

The ground is in chaos.

I felt scared and trembled as I asked, "What are you doing..."

Xu Na, the leader, smiled happily.

"I've been looking down on her for a long time, so I'll stick with her and fight a few times, so I won't be disrespectful in the future."

I trembled and asked Wei Qi, "Why don't you care... they bully their classmates so much."

Wei Qi whispered, "Yang Peng, everyone is annoyed. This matter has nothing to do with us, so just ignore it."

I shook my head, walked up to them, took a breath, and asked softly and weakly:

"Can you stop bullying her?"

Xu Na and others sneered, kicked the desk down, and left cursing.

Yang Peng wiped away her tears and tidied up the mess.

I caught a glimpse of torn pages on the ground - literary journals.

Wei Qi sent me back home and stood in front of the building door. Don't be awkward, and with courage, he said it's great to be my desk mate.

I want to laugh or not, oh.

The next morning, while putting books into the library, I touched a big apple.

I took out an apple and looked around.

With a loud bang.

Yang Peng, who was cleaning the blackboard, wiped off the board in her hand. She panicked and didn't open her face, her ears turning red to the base of her neck.

03

In school, I still exist as a "group pet" and she is still subject to various forms of discrimination.

In the first round of the competition, Wei Qi was eliminated with a disheveled face, with a score difference of 320 from the promotion.

The total score is 380.

I controlled the score, which happened to qualify for the second round, and became the only remaining seed player in the school.

I'm too lazy to stand out and just want to make things better.

It gets dark early in the north, and when I walked out of the teaching building, it was pitch black outside with thin snow falling.

I was about to step out when a sweet and timid voice came from behind:

"I, I have an umbrella..."

Yang Peng was holding a folding umbrella in both hands, with a posture as if paying tribute.

I squinted at her and saw her blush and her head about to dive into the ground.

"Are you waiting for me specifically?" I asked.

She let out a soft nod.

I laughed, can this be considered a disguised form of being blocked?

A single umbrella can hold two girls, but she seems to dare not get too close to me, with most of her body exposed.

I haven't helped her much before.

really

When I was reading in the morning, someone mocked her. Coincidentally, I was sitting in front of her, and I finished reading the entire paragraph with my throat in my mouth, singing like a song.

For a moment, whispering and making a lot of noise.

In terms of disgust, I want to rank second, no one dares to compete for first place.

The desire for victory is so strong.

After the morning reading, Wei Qi advised me that doing so would easily provoke public anger.

"Don't want popularity anymore?" he asked.

04

Being too popular is also a problem.

If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have transferred schools either.

I thought I had switched schools and had no one to restrain me, but I never expected to reunite with my lifelong enemy.

At the class meeting, the teacher introduced the new student with a lively expression:

"... Ren Fei is a top ten student in S Province and has won the gold medal in national competitions for several consecutive years..."

I exchanged a glance with the cool and handsome person on stage, grinding my teeth with sourness.

"Cut."

I heard Wei Qi sneer coldly, with jealousy and hostility flashing in his eyes.

Wei Qi told me that Ren Feiduan airs and looks annoying.

Hmm... perhaps, is there a possibility that Ren Fei is not in the same world as you, and you are unattainable, which is why you are so annoyed?

I glanced back at the corner of my eye and the teacher pointed to Ren Fei's last available spot in the class - Yang Peng's desk mate.

Someone took the opportunity to tell Ren Fei that Yang Peng is the most annoying student in the class, so he should be careful

I can't help but laugh. Be careful, be careful. Yang Peng killed someone?

These words do not shy away from Yang Peng.

She is not only bullied, but even unrelated Ren Fei will be pulled into the group of people who bully her.

Ren Fei gave a faint glance and didn't even say a word.

He disdains it.

It's not disdainful of Yang Peng, it's disdainful of this childish and unbearable campus bullying.

The appearance of Ren Fei, a god of learning, instantly overwhelmed me, a "pseudo" academic bully.

I don't have the halo of being the first, so naturally I don't have the privilege of being the first.

But I happened to get closer and closer to Yang Peng, breaking free several times and making a mess of my popularity.

My softness and tenderness have become as disgusting as Yang Peng's.

My beauty and softness have become the same "ugly chicken" as Yang Peng.

Then, we got stuck together.

05

In the alley next to the school, Yang Peng and I were surrounded by six girls.

Yang Peng was so scared that she swung her backpack and blocked me behind her.

While blocking, crying - fighting is also a small crying bag.

I sighed and muttered to myself:

"Last week we just had a themed class meeting on ethical behavior... I also spoke..."

I patted Yang Peng's shoulder and pointed back:

"Stand behind."

Yang Peng's face was covered in tears, and her forehead was red and swollen.

But she didn't listen to me and didn't move - she was just a utility pole.

I simply grabbed her shoulder and threw it behind me.

Then, with a smile, he looked at the few girls, especially Xu Na, who was the leader.

With a loud bang.

The crisp sound of applause suddenly rang out in the alley.

Immediately after, there was a slap... I slapped her five or six times in a row, and lifted her leg and kicked her.

The alley was narrow, and with this kick, the person flew directly from here to the opposite wall.

Xu Na covered her stomach with one hand and her face with the other.

Tears streamed down from the pain, yet the whole person was foolish.

Just now, it was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

I rubbed my wrist and gently asked, "Are you coming one by one or together?"

I'm good at fighting people, but it's my first time fighting a girl.

I pulled up Xu Na's hair, forcing her to look up and ask with a light smile, "Are you still fighting?"

Listening to Xu Na's series of dirty words, including her surrogate parents and genitals, I sighed and slammed into the wall.

Xu Na screamed.

I gently continued to ask, "Are you still fighting?"

06

Xu Na screamed while crying and cursing.

My smile didn't diminish, and I continued to exert force on my hands.

A dull collision sound sounded, accompanied by a bloody smell.

The sky was rustling with snow, and I grabbed Xu Na's messy hair with one hand, calmly looking at the crooked people on the ground.

"Are you still fighting?"

Ask important questions three times.

Xu Na stopped scolding and just cried, even her crying voice weakened a lot.

Footsteps could be heard from the alley entrance, and a tall figure stood against the light.

The weather was so cold, but I felt scorching all over. When someone looked over, I looked up coldly.

On a snowy night under the moon, the dark alley is narrow.

I am as cold as a sharp cold blade: "Go!"

The person remained motionless, and I suddenly felt the fabric behind me being torn.

Turning his head, he saw a pair of frightened and tearful eyes.

"Don't," Yang Peng's lips trembled. "Don't hit me..."

I let go of my hand and Xu Na sat slumped on the ground, desperately rubbing against the back, her spine firmly against the wall.

I picked up Yang Peng and strode towards the alley.

Standing at the alleyway is Ren Fei.

I turned my head and walked forward as if I hadn't seen him.

"Why did we fight again?" he asked from behind.

I paused in my footsteps and slowly turned my head to look at him, smiling with my little white teeth exposed.

"It's none of your business."

"I came to this school because of you," he said calmly.

I sneered and gave him four more words: "It's none of my business."

Pulling Yang Peng stumbling onto the main road, she clearly felt her fingers trembling.

At the bus stop in front of the school gate, I let go of her.

"Take the car back by yourself, just ignore tonight's incident."

Yang Peng remained silent and shook herself into a sieve. Her waxen face turned pale with fear, leaving her completely bewildered.

The bus was coming from afar, and I glanced at her and smiled casually, wanting to get on the bus.

The hem was pulled back.

She clenched her hand tightly, her teeth trembling:

"Wait, wait a moment... just a moment..."

The bus went far away, and I sat on the lounge chair and saw her run three steps and fall two steps, immersing herself in the snowy night.

07

Did you report to the police?

Did you go find the teacher?

Did you give that group of people two extra kicks?

I was daydreaming aimlessly, looking at the bus stop sign. It will take another ten minutes for the bus to arrive after work.

A few more minutes later, the sound of footsteps stepping on the snow layer rang out.

Yang Peng ran back with a plastic bag and sat next to me panting heavily.

"You have bleeding on the back of your hand."

She said this, opening the plastic bag.

Is there alcohol, iodine, cotton swabs, gauze, bandages inside, as well as anti-inflammatory drugs, cold granules, and... Sanjiu Stomach Tai?

She twisted open the medicine bottle and trembled, saying, "Hand, give me a hand..."

I casually handed it over.

Look at her with her head down, disinfecting and hemostatic - there's really no need to be so careful. If she rubs for a while longer, the wound should heal.

"Are you afraid of me?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"Not afraid of what you're shaking for?" I smiled.

"I'm cold," the young voice said pitifully. "I was afraid of that just now."

Oh, I'm afraid.

"What's scary about fighting," I said lightly. "I used to fight every day, so I'm not afraid of fighting habits anymore."

"Do you love fighting?" she asked.

"It's not about fighting, it's about having to fight."

I gave her a brief explanation.

Born in a military compound and with a natural appearance of clear soup noodles, I am not likely to be beaten, but no one wants to play with me.

When I was a child, everyone played military exercises, and I didn't even have the qualification to become a medical soldier.

Later on, I quit and became a medical soldier, so I was too lazy to do it.

Charge into battle, it's only interesting to hit ten at a time.

"After going to school, I fight back. My mom beats me first, and my dad beats me again. They often do mixed doubles, and they used to be special forces comrades."

"Didn't you keep getting beaten up?" Yang Peng widened her eyes.

"At first, I was beaten obediently, but later I stopped doing it. First, I ran and hid, and slowly dared to fight back. Finally, my parents found out they couldn't beat me anymore." I proudly raised an eyebrow at her.

——This bastard girl is naturally rebellious!

My parents gave me a unanimous evaluation.

08

"You're really amazing."

Yang Peng looked at me with admiration in her eyes.

I lazily leaned back, with the back of my head against the billboard.

"Besides fighting, you're also good at studying," Yang Peng lowered her head and whispered, "I'm not good at studying."

"I don't think I am good at studying," I sneered. "Ren Fei is the one who truly studies well."

Because of Ren Fei, from childhood to adulthood, I have been the second child for thousands of years.

In national level competitions, he won the gold medal, but I can only win the silver medal.

"Did you know each other before?" Yang Peng asked.

"Not only do we know each other," I pursed my lips. "We were born in the same hospital, and there were only seven days between us. We even lived in the same ward."

Yang Peng mentioned the words that Ren Fei said, he came for me.

I still curl my lips, sneer and repeat, it's none of my business.

"Anyway..." I turned my head to look at her and said, "Campus violence, patience only encourages the other party, resistance is the only redemption."

When the bus got into the station, I picked up my schoolbag and shook her hand, which was wrapped into Zongzi.

"See you tomorrow, back seat."

"You can fight!"

"Don't slap your face."

I bent down on the carpet and lay on my side, holding my head in both hands and bowing into a shrimp shape, doing a standard protective posture.

I feel a bit helpless in my heart.

It's not because of the group fight today, but because I broke my disguise for so long.

80% of students will have to transfer again this time.

Just as my parents Moquan Huohuo approached me, the doorbell rang.

Ren Fei visits the door on a snowy day.

Not only did he save me from danger, but he also explained the reason for the fight.

He spoke very little and casually, throwing the pot out and picking me out.

"Can't we help our classmates in a different way?" my mother questioned.

"Help is help, no matter how good or bad it is," I replied stubbornly.

My mother's fists are a bit hard.

09

The warm floor upstairs makes people want to sleep.

I sat on the bay window, one leg propped up, looking unfriendly at Ren Fei flipping through my notes at the desk.

"I thought you were planning to kick the bucket and tell me two more things."

Ren Fei remained silent and after roughly flipping through the pages, he frowned lightly and said, "You're slacking off again."

I know my notes are so messy that I can't see them, but I feel confident.

"Can't you lie flat?"

"Not everyone should always strive for first place like you do."

"My requirements for myself are neither up nor down, neither high nor low."

Ren Feiwu looked at me with a heavy gaze and said, "You clearly have the strength to compete with me."

"Are you referring to a fight?" I raised my eyebrows provocatively. "That's indeed a dimensionality reduction blow."

"The number of national defense students at Huaqing University is limited, and only the best group of people in the country are admitted each year," Ren Fei put down his notes and said calmly, "I have never been your imaginary enemy. The outside world is the real battlefield."

I frowned.

Ren Fei had already stood up and opened the door, leaving.

I looked out at the snowflakes fluttering outside the bay window, and after a while, I clicked.

Being called a parent is expected.

The next day, when my parents arrived at the teacher's office, they didn't expect to see Yang Peng and her parents.

Compared to my parents apologizing humbly, Yang Peng's parents - especially her mother - were very domineering and angry.

Not only did she not apologize, but she also scolded Xu Na and her parents in full.

A message seeped through the conversation:

"Whoever beats my daughter will beat her to death. If she beats her to death, she will pay for it. If she can't beat her to death, she will pay for it."

I stood on the side, gentle, weak, and full of guilt, silently giving a thumbs up in my heart.

"Did Suzhou and Hangzhou really beat you up like this?" The teacher looked at Xu Na and the others with a puzzled expression on his face.

"That's her!"

"She pulled my hair and bumped me against the wall!"

"She kicked me in the stomach, kicked my thigh!"

"She slapped me!"

"... Suzhou and Hangzhou," the teacher asked inexplicably, "did you really do it?"

I lowered my head and twitched my shoulders, with a crying tone in my voice: "They said yes, right?"

ten

That group fight, I only had two or two wounds.

The scratch on the back of my hand, which is two centimeters long, and the waist flesh that my mother secretly twisted in the office.

I hit the person and it was very devastating.

Although skeptical, Xu Na's injuries were not fake, and half of the students in the class avoided me.

Wei Qi asked several times, but his eyes were full of uncertainty and he didn't delve deeper.

Yang Peng and I are completely like birds of a feather.

I am delicate, her voice is childlike, and in the words of Xu Na and others, she is as cheap as ever.

Yang Peng sells fruits at home and brings them to me every day.

I broke half of the orange and handed it to her, tasted it myself, and didn't say, "So sour?"

"Not sour," Yang Peng smiled at me, "sweet."

I found that she looks pretty when she smiles - not just when she smiles.

After the bones of young people grow, they gradually begin to gain flesh.

Yang Peng's face gradually grew wider, no longer the bitter and thin appearance with high cheekbones.

With flesh on his face, he became the standard melon seed face, with big black eyes and straight long legs.

The skin has shed its waxy yellow and gradually appears fair.

She spoke in a very low voice, because it was a baby voice that sounded crisp all the way from head to toe.

Knowing that she likes literature and history, I pulled her to skip class.

I climbed over the wall to the museum to see a special exhibition, and then ran to squat down to write and sign for it.

By chance, I found out that she had been writing essays for the school radio station.

Still anonymous.

"I used to read your articles every week," I exclaimed in amazement.

Yang Peng felt a bit embarrassed and said, "I wrote it casually, it's not very good."

I shook my head and said seriously, "Your writing is better than Ren Fei's."

Yang Peng was flattered and didn't believe it.

Ren Feixue's Chinese language is also approaching full marks, and his composition is flawless.

"But," I asked inexplicably, "why do you always finish last in every exam?"

eleven

Yang Peng has deep doubts and lack of confidence about herself.

People who have been subjected to campus violence for years will become like this.

Every time there is an exam, she can't write anything and just improvises to get by.

Writing essays for radio stations is anonymous and without pressure.

"You can't do this," I clicked on my temples. "It's a complete waste of talent."

"Actually, I don't have much talent either," Yang Peng smiled and handed me the peeled pomegranate.

I nibbled on pomegranates while squinting my eyes.

After school, I blocked Ren Fei in the hallway.

Ren Fei's beautiful and handsome face is always as cold as ice: "What's up?"

"Did the school assign you to participate in this year's Dingfeng Essay Competition?" I asked.

"Not internally determined."

Ren Fei said calmly, "My essay score is the highest."

"The highest score does not necessarily mean the strongest strength."

I raised my eyebrows and said, "If there is someone who is better at writing than you, can we compete for this spot?"

Ren Fei remained silent.

I waited for a while and thought to myself, let's just do it this year. I'll wait until next year

"Sure," Ren Fei suddenly said.

I blinked and said, "Really?"

"There is a condition."

"Say it."

"In the final exam, if you win me, I'll give you a spot in the competition."

I rubbed my lips with my teeth, it was difficult and heart wrenching.

"If you don't agree, it's okay." Ren Fei crossed over and wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute!"

I grabbed him, hesitated for a moment, and then decisively:

"Okay, I promise."

"But the quota doesn't need to be given by you. If I win the exam, you can tell the teacher to give Yang Peng a chance, one essay per person, and fair competition."

Ren Fei glanced at me and said, "What are you doing for her?"

I lifted my chin and said, "I am my friend."

twelve

Books never leave hands, questions never leave mouth.

When was the last time I worked so hard?

It seems like that time, before the final of the national competition.

At that time, I was still in junior high school. Over the years, I neglected my studies and played the game.

The gap between him and Ren Fei is probably 108000 miles.

Yang Peng placed a bowl of freshly washed cherries next to me.

I grabbed two and stuffed them into my mouth, my gaze still fixed on the exercise book.

"Last time in the monthly exam, I was more than 90 points behind Ren Fei..."

"There are still three opportunities for monthly exams before the end of the semester, and there is not much time left..."

Upon hearing what I said, Yang Peng remained silent and took a Chinese exercise book, doing exercises next to me.

She came to stay at my house this weekend, and last weekend I strolled to her house.

At two o'clock in the morning, I pinched my sore shoulder and turned my head to see Yang Peng sleeping on the table.

I couldn't help but cry and laugh, and let out a long sigh.

It's all for the sake of friends

"You owe me a big debt!" I snorted to the sleeping Yang Peng.

Before the monthly exam, Wei Qi saw me doing a question and leaned in to say, "Last time I was three points higher than you. Are you working so hard? Do you want to regain these three points?"

I chuckled and wrote formulas with a swish of my pen.

Wei Qi whispered, "Do you want to go out and play together this weekend?"

"No," I said without lifting my head, "I need to do the exercises at home."

"..." Wei Qi paused and said, "We can do the exercises together. We can go to coffee shops, bookstores, and libraries."

After speaking, he added, "If you don't know anything, I can still teach you."

I was busy with the last two big math problems and couldn't find a way to solve them, but Wei Qi kept talking.

I simply handed him the exercise book and said, "Teach me now."

Wei Qi glanced at the question stem and hesitated for a while.

thirteen

When mathematics reaches the high scoring level, only those few questions determine the winner or loser.

Wei Qi is just an average level of excellence, and cannot solve the problem at all.

Seeing him not speaking, I withdrew my exercise book and continued to ponder while biting my pen.

Yang Peng stood at my table and said, "Do you want strawberries?"

I exclaimed and found an extra strawberry in my mouth, chewing and cooking at the same time.

Wei Qi fell off his textbook, didn't say a word, and got up and left.

I ranked second in that monthly exam.

45 points less than the first place Ren Fei and over 60 points more than the third place Wei Qi.

Chinese, Mathematics.

I looked at the test paper with a gentle smile, but my eyes were burning holes in the paper.

Yang Peng unexpectedly entered the top 100.

It's from the bottom 100, directly advancing to the top 100.

The speed and good grades shook off the chin of many teachers.

Yang Peng cried a little, turned over to be the master, and even told me that my essay was off topic

Writing is not something that can be practiced overnight, but mathematics is the most likely way to distance scores.

After dinner, I rushed upstairs to study.

As usual, it is to hover around difficult questions and never get caught off guard.

The door was knocked a few times, and I thought it was my parents, so I called in directly.

Then - Ren Fei came in.

"What are you doing here?" I was a little surprised.

"Teach you homework." Ren Fei sat next to me, looking at the exercise book. "Can't you answer this question?"

I squinted cautiously and said, "You're not going to take me astray, are you?"

"You're not right from the beginning," Ren Fei retorted rudely.

It can even be considered as giving each other everything.

"You haven't forgotten about our bet, have you?" I asked.

"Are you still helping me like this? I'm not afraid I might actually make a comeback. Are you handing over the spot you got?" I provoked.

"Winning brings glory; losing brings conviction."

I looked at him, he had already withdrawn his gaze and lowered his head to read the question.

The light of the desk lamp fell on his face, between his eyebrows, clear and bright.

fourteen

There is a rumor in the class that someone sent a love letter to Wei Qi and even confessed in person, but Wei Qi refused.

Wei Qi said, he likes me.

I let out a sigh of annoyance, thinking that solving this problem is always a trap.

I hummed twice, furrowed my brow, as if I had used the wrong formula.

"It's someone else's business that others like me, and what I always care about is... the people closest to me," Wei Qi said with a hint of shyness.

Suddenly, one hand covered the question.

Wei Qi said in a low voice, "Did you listen to me?"

"I heard it, just like you, what I care about is always the person closest to me."

Wei Qi was pleasantly surprised.

I turned my head and looked back at Yang Peng, who was writing furiously and excerpting ancient texts.

Ren Fei, who was beside Yang Peng, silently took out a bottle of Wind oil essence and placed it in front of me.

I rolled my eyes.

"You can keep this broken thing for yourself."

Ren Fei saw that I didn't want Wind oil essence, and then he took out peppermint essential oil, and eye drops one, and other things

"A good man should not be a cat!" I roast.

Doraemon, no matter how cute, is not human.

Yang Peng smiled and handed me the peeled oranges:

"You should take this first. You also need eye drops. Yesterday, you said your eyes hurt."

"Whenever she studies hard, she feels uncomfortable everywhere," Ren Fei said indifferently.

I chewed the orange hard, took the eye drops hard, and glared at Ren Fei hard.

fifteen

The teacher repeatedly emphasized that the difficulty of this exam is high.

Wei Qi, who is indirectly comforting the third place, is 90 points behind me.

Yang Peng performed steadily and did not fall out of the top 100, hovering around the 80th place.

She is too weak in mathematics and very strong in Chinese, and her score is only three points lower than Ren Fei's.

In the last month, Yang Peng and I had almost no rest time.

However, everything went against expectations.

On the third monthly exam, there is still a gap in scores between me and Ren Fei.

But it was Yang Peng who broke through eighty and entered the top fifty on campus.

Ren Fei said sincerely to Yang Peng in front of me, "You are no different from me."

Both of them have a Chinese score of 148.

I am not angry, I am not angry, I leave room for the devil when angry.

Yang Peng managed to hold onto me and didn't rush forward to compete with Ren Feizhen.

On the weekend after the monthly exam, Yang Peng and I made an appointment at the bookstore coffee bar.

I do exercises while she reads books.

The cold outside the window made the windows covered in frost and mist. I raised my hand and took a sip of oolong tea, ready to solve the next question.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you -"

"Don't say thank you," I was just looking at her and smiled. "No need to thank you."

Yang Peng was momentarily stunned, then slowly smiled along.

"I hope you can surpass Ren Fei."

"I must surpass him!"

"If you can't, don't blame yourself."

"I don't blame myself, there's no this time, there's another time, no this year, there's still next year!"

sixteen

... don't curse.

Cursing cannot pass the trial.

I looked at the final exam list with a smile.

Hanging at the top of the list, Ren Fei.

Eighteen points.

Just eighteen points away!

Yang Peng's hand fell on my shoulder, serving as a comfort.

I closed my eyes, feeling very frustrated in my heart.

I also have some regrets, why did I give up easily in the beginning.

It's not so easy to pick up something that has been left behind.

"In that competition, I only lost one question to him," I murmured, "but now I lost eighteen points."

"Not only because of this exam..."

I took a deep breath and said in frustration, "It's also related to your essay competition."

Yang Peng withdrew his hand and silently took a few steps back. "Ren Fei has already told the teacher that he and I should contribute to the competition and select the best candidates."

I was taken aback.

Yang Peng stepped back again.

I understand now, my eyes wide open.

Yang Peng turned around and ran.

"Stop!" I reached out to grab someone.

At the end of the corridor, Yang Peng collided with Ren Fei who was going upstairs.

I looked at it and felt happy. Alright, both of them are here, just to tidy up together!

He is not in third place this time.

It's twelfth place.

There are far more people than us who study silently.

"After school starts, I need to rearrange my seats." Wei Qi looked at me and said, "I still want to sit with you, okay?"

"No way!"

Ren Fei and Yang Peng rushed to answer together.

I shrugged and smiled.

Wei Qi's lips trembled, as if enduring something, or as if finally unable to endure it.

"Wei Qi." I interrupted him with a contemptuous and indifferent smile.

"The indifference of inaction, the indulgence of collusion, and the jealousy of shortsightedness... destined you and us not to be people of the same world."

"I have said that what I care about is always the person closest to me, never you."

seventeen

The resumes of outstanding graduates from Xinghua High School are as follows:

Class 6, Grade 3, Ren Fei.

Three consecutive years of national level competition gold award, one year of competition silver award, recommended to Huaqing University, Department of National Defense Technology.

Three consecutive years of national level competition silver award, one year of competition gold award, recommended to Huaqing University, Department of National Defense Technology.

Class 6, Grade 3, Yang Peng.

For two consecutive years, he won the gold medal in the Dingfeng Essay Competition, was one of the top ten outstanding students in the province, and was recommended to the Department of Chinese Language and Literature at Zhonghua University.

On such a joyful day of campus violence and collective bullying, she didn't hesitate to mention the most shameful things.

No matter how ugly the teacher's face may be, she is not afraid.

Just looking at Ren Fei and Yang Peng, she smiled.

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