Chapter 24: outsider

(No.129—No.132)
No.129
You said, is there really such a thing as telepathy in this world?
For example, at the moment when Yu Huai's mother blew out this sentence, Yu Huai strode towards the podium and just passed the parents and saw me.
Of course, if my dad knew about it, he would definitely not appreciate my fatalistic tone. After all, I stand in this place, as long as I am not blind, I will see it sooner or later.
Yu Huai just froze for a while, then turned his head as if he hadn't seen me, and said loudly, "Mom!"
Yu Huai’s mother shuddered. She probably didn’t expect to be caught directly. A trace of panic flashed across her face, but she was a mother. Of course she was very this occasion. She gave Yu Huai a blank look and continued to look reluctantly. With Zhang Ping.
So it was Zhang Ping's turn to sit there.
"Ahahahaha, Yu Huai, mom, you are old-fashioned hahahaha," Zhang Ping's face was stiff as if glued on, "what's the age now..."
Several parents around also showed subtle expressions. After all, this request is made publicly, and the son is still with him, which is really a bit different.
"Teacher Zhang, you don't know, he lied to me!" Yu Huai's mother also felt the teacher and the people around her, feeling a little anxious. "He coaxed me and said that his deskmate was a boy, and he knew me. Surely he won't let him sit at the same table with girls. He was at the same table in junior high school..."
"mom!"
Yu Huai was seventeen years old, his voice was not particularly deep and thick, but this voice really made the tables, chairs and benches of the entire classroom resonate.
Hey, I can still think of such a high-level and such a physical term as resonance.
The scene was silent for a few seconds, Yu Huai's mother's entire face was pumping, Yu Huai looked at Zhang Ping silently, but the gesture was full of persistence.
Originally, I was very guilty-Pi Dian'er Pidian'er came over to peep, and was discovered at the most embarrassing moment of the mother and son.
However, Yu Huai like this is very strange, so strange that I forget my situation. He only yelled at the monosyllable mom twice, and didn't raise his eyebrows much, but his face revealed a kind of indifference that I had never seen before, which made me feel strongly excluded from the incident. It was indeed me that Yu Huai's mother pointed at, but everyone present could guess that they were wrestling for another person from the past, and it had nothing to do with me.
He lied. He knew that his mother would not let him sit at the same table with girls. He was at the same table in junior high...
What happened to being at the same table?
I was suddenly a little lost.
Zhang Ping cleared his throat timely.
"Mother Yu Huai, I can understand you. After all, if they are at their age, if they are a pretty little girl at the same table, this will make parents worry about it."
When Zhang Ping was serious, there was a rare convincing power. "
But his deskmate is stubborn, it doesn't matter. "It's okay, your fourth uncle grandma!
No.130
I was bleeding internally and heard a burst of laughter outside the door, "Ahahahaha", I don't need to look at it to know that it must be β.
Zhang Ping heard the laughter, turned his head towards the door, and saw me.
My expression probably has written "Dare you dare to say it again" on my forehead.
"Oh, oh, Geng Geng didn't leave, Geng, oops, Geng Geng, where are your parents? Geng Geng is talking about you." Zhang Ping hastily remedied it incoherently, and it was almost a heart attack. He squeezed the kind smile of an old teacher in his fifties and beckoned to me to show that the conversation was not embarrassing and shameful. Yu Huai’s mother probably wanted to vomit blood even more than I did. She looked at me and wondered if she should laugh, so she twitched the corner of her mouth and turned back, continuing to look at Zhang Ping.
"Since Geng Geng is here, I will simply talk about my opinion," Zhang Ping laughed dryly and returned to a serious state, "Well, Yu Huai's mother, I have to be fair."
He looked at me, Yu Huai and Yu Huai's mother respectively.
"This kid Geng Geng is very good, and Yu Huai is also a good boy. Good boys know well. I can understand your worry, but I'm worried a bit too much. At least I didn't see any signs of impropriety. If there is any , Needless to say, my class teacher will also do something. For education, I also have a lot of experience and experience. Children at this age still need to be guided and self-conscious, otherwise I will give him a boy at the same table , He can still make small moves. There are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom. Parents must understand this!"
The surrounding parents immediately cooperated with Zhang Ping to make an embarrassing "sorrowful" state.
Zhang Ping's high-sounding remarks firmly held the initiative of the scene in her hands, but Yu Huai's mother must have not heard what she wanted. She opened her mouth several times to interrupt, but was cut off by Zhang Ping again.
"Mother Yu Huai, please understand that the seating arrangement of the class is fair and can be moved at will. I can't explain to other students and parents."
Yu Huai's mother grinned, Yu Guang saw the impatience of the people around her, sighed, and quickly changed her face.
"Thank you, Teacher Zhang, I will come to you alone the next day, the reason is not convenient to say now."
Yu Huai's mother left after saying the blunt words, and didn't turn around to call Yu Huai to follow her. When she passed by me, she paused, squeezing a half smile on her face, and said a little bit cramped: "Geng, I'm so sorry, don't blame Auntie, Auntie is not targeting you. You are a good boy."
The last sentence "You are a good boy" is obviously a scene, and it can be regarded as a comfort to me involved in it.
She also knew I was innocent.
This kind of innocence did not give me any joy of being wronged.
It is this innocence that embarrass me.
No.131
I didn't dare to look at Yu Huai, and took advantage of his mother's chance to go out, so I turned and slipped away.
As soon as he walked out the door, β greeted him and said mysteriously: "I heard everything, but I don't know how to say it. Am I particularly interesting?"
"Do you think the parents in the classroom are all dumb?" I yelled.
"Oh, the wise man must have lost everything," she stuck out her tongue. "It sounds very predictable, but it should have nothing to do with you. Don't worry."
I didn't pay attention to her.
"Or do you wish this matter has something to do with you?" She leaned forward with scornful eyebrows.
"Bless you."
I carried my schoolbag and walked forward, just in time for a large number of parents to go downstairs at the top of the stairs. I mixed into it, like a dead fish submerged in boiling water. It didn't hurt, just lively.
"My son said when he went home, Lin Yang was not used to it if he didn't take the first place in the school year."
"I think it's a good thing. I have to beat and beat him well, so I don't want to be too proud. This kid, I started to make small moves with me a few years ago."
"Yang Yang is so good, so don't be so demanding. I'm worried about my Jiang Chuan. He is half a young man, and he doesn't care about anything. You are confused all day long. What can you do about it? ."
When I was buffered by the crowds and down the stairs, the parents around me kept talking, especially the two who walked behind me. They seemed to have known each other for many years. The topic went from the test results of the two children to the head teacher. The female teacher’s fake LV bag letters were not aligned at all. When they reached the first floor, they had already progressed to the point. I don’t know if the unit will send out rice again this winter. The man must help carry it when he returns home...
I listened in a muddle-headed voice, and suddenly there was a glimmer of light.
Lin Yang, isn't Yu Huai's junior high school classmate? He used to talk about his junior high school classmates who are there? I slowly recalled in my mind the Internet cafe escape incident that he had mentioned to me: It seems that there was his son Jiang Chuan mentioned by Lin Yang and the aunt just now, and there was also a boy, oh, and the very beautiful name Ling Xiangqian's girl, well, this woman doesn't count.
Thinking attentively and casually like this, I slowly walked out of the school gate and watched the crowds on the bus stop. I stretched out my stiff arm and took a taxi extravagantly.
The driver asked a lot of things: "Oh, little classmate, just after the parent meeting, what about your parents?"
I grinned: "Get ready to go."
"What are you going to do?"
"The kitchen knife at home is blunt, they have to go home and sharpen it first."
No.132
I called home in the car and it was picked up by Fan Xiaolin. Only then did I realize a very important thing-Aunt Qi came to help me hold a parent meeting, and my dad was not at home, how did Lin Fan eat dinner?
"It's okay, sister, I have eaten at grandma's house."
"Q... Is your mother back?"
"Just come back, she was asking me to call your cell phone and ask where you are. She asked you to go home for dinner."
"Then, what about my dad?"
"Uncle Geng hasn't come back yet. I heard my mother say that he and the leader went to dinner. Sister, where are you?"
I call his mother Qi Auntie, and he calls my dad Uncle Geng.
"Oh, that's all right. I..." I searched my stomach.
"That's it, I have a classmate, oh, it's a girl or a girl," I added, just in case, "her parents will encounter something wrong, I will stay with her for a while, so it's late to go back. Get home soon, let your mother not worry. By the way, I have eaten, don’t make my share."
I don't want to eat alone with Aunt Qi when my dad is away.
You don't hate some people, and you will appreciate them more and more as the relationship deepens, provided that God didn't put you in an awkward position in advance.
If she is not my stepmother, I think I will like this aunt, right?
I don't know if it was due to her intention or our awkward relationship. The politeness between Aunt Qi and I was like a transparent wall separating each other. My dad is a door, and now the door is closed.
I also don’t want to know if she has carefully studied the messy results ranking table given by Zhang Ping, and will she be very leisurely or purposeful to calculate which echelon I am in the class-this is my own Things I haven't done for days after the transcript.
My own transcript was buried at the bottom of my schoolbag, and it was riddled with holes in the corners of various textbooks and exercise books, wrinkled like a broken shutter.
"master!"
"what's wrong?"
"Can you drive more slowly?"
"Drive slowly?"
"Well, yes, stop whenever you see a red light."
"What's the matter, didn't it stop when I met a red light before?"
"No, no..." I don't know how to explain, telling him that I am in a bad mood now, and I hope he will drive a little longer? Isn't this sick?
"You don't want to go home, do you?" The master suddenly asked.
"Ok."
"I advise you, if you can run, the monk can't run to the temple. You will die early and overtake your life. The later you go home, the better your parents will sharpen their kitchen knives..."
He still remembers this. I rolled my eyes.
"Little girl, I have a rear-view mirror here!"
"Master, I was wrong."
However, the master did start to drive slowly. Originally, he was almost at my house, and he hit the steering wheel at the intersection and went straight to the old town at the corner of the corner.
I was grateful at first, but then when I thought that someone would be happy to get someone who didn't want to get off the car, the meter bounced happily, and in the end it was not my dad who paid the bill.
So I should still thank my dad.
I felt my pocket, determined to be extravagant.
"Master, you can run away, give me fifty yuan first!"
"okay!"