Chapter 18: Wang Ci

Song Yu finally fell on the stack of paper in Xie Sui's hand, "What is this?"
Xie Sui smiled: "The speech of the freshman representative."
Song Yu took it over and turned it over, and sighed, "This is the best treatment in the city. Will you be nervous when speaking in front of a grade?"
It's really a strange question.
Xie Sui gave numerous speeches in his previous life, in the company, in colleges, and in technology summits. Faced with people of all ages, men and women, successful ordinary, domestic and foreign, outside the industry. How could it be that a high school freshman gave a speech stage fright.
But when he listened to Song Yu's words, he smiled playfully, his eyelids drooping slightly: "A little bit."
Song Yu has forgotten the shame of a66, Lagrangian and 135 degrees. He is kind-hearted and eager to comfort: "Don't be nervous, I will buy someone to join you when I come, applaud for ten yuan, and call for fifty yuan. , Go up to send one hundred yuan, I will reimburse the cost of buying, and bring friends with me and there are benefits. The more people there are, the higher the benefits."
Ma Xiaoding listened behind and raised his hand to sign up: "Brother Yu, are there any extra rewards for acquaintances."
Song Yu said lightly: "Acquaintances have no extra rewards. You are free labor."
Ma Xiaoding was wronged and withdrew his hand.
Xi Bowen laughed out loud, hahaha.
Xie Sui curled his lower lip.
There was noisy in the classroom for about half an hour.
The head teacher was finally late. The head teacher of the first grade of high school is an English teacher, female, surnamed O, looks very young, stepping on high heels, white suspenders, and a smell of high-end perfume when she comes in. Song Yu still had an impression of this female teacher. Xie Sui High School in "Gentle Control" has always accepted harassment and cold violence, and she took more or less half of the responsibility.
Vanity and snobbery. In her heart, the student's family background ranks first and the grades rank second, and she has no background and no grades. She will not give you a look.
Teacher Ou stepped on high heels onto the podium, holding a list in his hand, and casually instructed two thin and thin boys sitting in the front row, with a gentle voice: "Go and move the student handbook."
The two little boys stood up awkwardly and responded in a panic, "Okay."
Teacher Ou flirted with her long hair and smiled at the classmates: "Hello everyone, I am the head teacher of your third year in high school. My surname is Ou and my name is Ou Yilian. You can call me Teacher Ou." Then, she introduced first. A bunch of my glorious resumes, what university I graduated from, how many years I have studied abroad, and how many outstanding students I have taught. She also deliberately pinched her throat, which can be said to be very hypnotic.
Song Yu just wanted to get sleepy when she heard her talk. He opened the window a little, and the night breeze from Jingcheng came in, and the coolness became habitual.
He rubbed his eyes and bumped Xie Sui with his arm: "You will call me when she finishes her boasting. I'll sleep first."
Xie Sui looked at him earnestly: "Did you sleep in the first class?"
Song Yu muffled: "There is no need to listen to her nonsense."
The first night of self-study was spent in a self-intoxicating speech by Oylian.
As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, Teacher Ou stopped her nth student’s speech on how she succeeded and how to thank her many years later. She stood on the podium and cleared her throat and said, "I won’t have my seat in the first month. You think Sit with whoever you sit with first. The next monthly test will come out and I will arrange it. Okay, after class, let’s take a rest first."
She did a good thing. Let yourself choose the same table.
In this lesson, Song Yu had a bad dream.
The picture is bizarre, but cold and bloody.
An unnamed island, lonely and gloomy as a cage, and then the endless blue sky and ocean.
The man leaning on the yacht, his windbreaker fluttered like a white gull, the damp and salty wind blew the messy black hair on his forehead, and his deep peach eyes were cold and passionate.
Someone on the boat seemed to be rushing out.
The man held the grab in his hand and looked casual.
Then the glass shattered and hit the heart.
It was the sound of gunfire, sea breeze, and shouting.
Blood, wind, incredible eyes.
The picture freezes with a boring and disgusting smile on the corner of the man's lips. Turning around and jumping into the sea, his back is cool and neat.
Song Yu woke up suddenly. A get out of class is noisy and lively after class, girls are laughing and chatting, and boys are playing games.
Later, Ma Xiaoding volunteered to talk about the topic with Xi Bowen: "Oh, you still like to recite poems. I seem to have learned this poem. Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, self-unforgettable. Brocade hat Diaoqiu, Qianqijuan Hiraoka. Not in!"
Xi's blog post: "??? It seems that there is no problem, but I always feel that something is not right. Did you recite it wrong."
Ma Xiaoding: "Impossible! What a rhyme!"
The whole body is full of human words. Song Yuhuan's lost and confused eyes slowly became clear.
The wind coming in from outside the window gave him a sense of reality. Looking down at his hand, an unforgettable depression hovered in his heart.
He just dreamed of it, it should be Xie Sui.
In the book, Xie Sui, who was finally imprisoned on a desert island and broke his proud bone...he saw that there had been abandonment of the text, so Xie Sui shot and killed the three scumbags? In other words, this is the result he hopes.
"Xie Sui." Song Yu's throat was a bit dry, and his head was subconsciously tilted, only to find that Xie Sui was not in his seat now.
Ma Xiaoding heard him shout and said, "Brother Yu, Xie Sui was called to the office."
Song Yu nodded.
Song Yu looked down and rubbed his temples.
At this moment, a figure suddenly covered, and a group of people stood in front of him.
"Hey, brother, have something to discuss with you?"
The speaker was a tall and thin boy with a black compassionate shirt, short head and three rows of earrings. It is not easy to get along with at first glance. He knocked his fingers on the table, smiled evilly, and his eyes were not at all negotiable.
The classroom quieted down instantly, and those who were playing mobile phones and chatting couldn't help but put their sights here.
Song Yu was like a father to the group of gangsters with knives and sticks in Lianyun Street, how many high school students could he be scared of?
It's just that now he is a little embarrassed by that dream, and lazily raised his eyelids: "Say."
The tall and thin boy snorted, "We, Brother Ci, want to change positions with you, not to change."
Ci brother?
Song Yu became sober and opened his eyes.
The tall and thin boy smiled with unknown meaning: "Does the Wang family understand? Jingcheng Wang family, Brother Ci wants to change places with you."
Song Yuzheng was anxious, and laughed happily.
Turning the pen, his tone was light and disdainful: "Wang Ci? Who?"
The tall and thin boy stared at him silently. The people in Class 1 dared not let out the atmosphere in an instant, and even the sound of the pen falling to the ground was clear. The look in Song Yu's eyes was like looking at a martyr.
Is this person really stupid or fake? That's the Wang family, Jingcheng TV station often shows up.
"If you don't know it's normal, let's get to know it now."
On the other side of the classroom, against the wall, a fat boy stood up and said without a smile.
With single eyelids, small eyes and slightly thick lips, the silly look on the face of an average person is extremely greasy and evil.
Wang Ci walked out of his seat and leaned toward Song Yu, his eyes falling on him like a poisonous snake.
"Kids give me a face, I want to change positions with you."
Wang Ci hit the gunpoint now.
It happened that Song Yu had such a dream, and gritted his teeth with anger at these scumbags in "Gentle Control".
Youyou smiled: "Why do you give you face?"
hiss. The whole class took a breath.
Song Yu still said lightly: "With your big face?"
The whole class: "......"
fierce!
Wang Ci's mouth twitched.
A group of people in black sympathy looked forward to Wang Cima's head. Seeing that Song Yu is so provocative, he immediately tore his face and slapped the table: "Tell you the fuck! So much nonsense! Are you changing or not!"
It's just that he hasn't done anything yet, Ma Xiaoding has stood up, and a can smashed on the ground, his voice louder than him: "You try louder!"
The class atmosphere that was already quiet and suppressed suddenly became tense.
The black compassionate stunned: "Ma Xiaoding?"
Ma Xiaoding ignored him, and stood beside Song Yu, fiercely: "My brother Yu said no to change it! Do you want me to chop it off if you don't have long ears?"
Ma Xiaoding has always been a stab-head and school-master level person in junior high school. He has many younger brothers and fights fiercely.
The black compassionate a little bit of him, but he can't save face, hard: "Did I ask you?"
Song Yu felt funny when he was asked, and dropped the pen on the table: "Don't change it, get out."
Three words.
The tone is extremely arrogant.
The black shirt was stunned, unable to make a decision for a while, and looked at Wang Ci: "Brother Ci."
Wang Ci's small eyes only stared at Song Yu, staring at him for a long time without knowing what he was thinking, and finally showed an uncomfortable smile, did not speak, and sat back.
The boss left, and the remaining three or four people did not stay.
The black shirt also put down a ruthless sentence: "If you provoke us, you can't walk around!"
Ma Xiaoding was angry: "Come on! See who can't eat it and walk around."
He grinned his teeth, but he didn't dare to stand with his feet, and reincarnated in a low voice, "The Meng family dog, really thinks of himself as something."
After the class atmosphere froze for a while, the cellphone of someone in the classroom rang to break the calm. Everyone whispered, and the qi deficiency gradually eased.
Ma Xiaoding was really disgusting as he ate a fly, "Return to the King's house in Jingcheng, vomit, something."
If it wasn't for Brother Yu who wanted to go to school quietly, move out of the background and scare the group of frogs at the bottom of the well.
He looked at Song Yu nervously: "Brother Yu, that idiot was just hit by you."
In his heart, Brother Yu just can't touch, and the porcelain doll that needs to be protected is broken with one touch.
Song Yu was too lazy to put these people at ease, "No."
Ma Xiaoding was angry and said, "Looking for an opportunity, I want to beat Jiang Xiu's wicked pen."
Jiang Xiu is the name of that black compassionate shirt.
After a while, the second night of self-study began, and Teacher Ou and Xie Sui came in from outside together.
Song Yu kept staring at Xie Sui, watching him from the door of the classroom to his side.
His gaze was so bright, it was difficult for Xie Sui not to pay attention. Xie Sui sat down, looked at his little tablemate, and smiled: "Why, I can't have questions again?"
Song Yu withdrew his gaze, feeling not very good, and said: "No, it will happen."
Xie Sui: "Yes, after all, it's the number one in the future market that is nearly 1.8 percent."
Song Yu: "......"