The junior high school class in the 90s was really quiet! The students in the first few rows are listening attentively, and the children in the back rows are quietly doing what they like. I was a small person and I sat in the front row to listen to the class. But I wasn't that attentive to this kung fu. As usual, I peeked at you, sitting in the back row with two right-hand hand holders. But you didn't look at me, just stared at the blackboard and listened attentively. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth. With a hint of disappointment, I listened attentively to the class, and Mr. Xu added a vertical BC AD auxiliary line. At this point, the bell rang for the end of class. I don't know if Mr. Xu is in a hurry, but this time he didn't delay the class, but just said: "Students want to solve the problem between classes...... and left."

"Now that the auxiliary lines are drawn, what else can you think of?" My fellow Zhang Xiaohong pretended to have good grades and said.

"What do you know? He wanted to go to the toilet and didn't want us to go to the toilet after class to see him. "I smirked.

"Let's go, let's go together." Xiaohong grabbed my wrist and dragged it out.

"You go again, didn't you pee in the last class?" I pulled my hand back.

"You didn't go to the last class, you won't drink it, will you?" Xiaohong asked me with a puzzled face.

I gave her a fierce look and walked out of my seat angrily, only to hear Xiaohong's smug smile behind me.

I thought to myself, "Wait and cry!" ”

I walked to the podium, picked up the triangle and ran to Xiaohong. Seeing this, Xiaohong wanted to escape, but because the seat was too crowded and there were classmates, she had to jump on the table in the back row, and she wanted to escape from the table to the corridor on the other side and then escape from the classroom. I had revenge, and I hurriedly used the triangle dart technique. All I could hear was "Ah! ”。 My heart was in turmoil......

"Ahh Yang An covered his left forehead with one hand, pressed the desk with the other, and lowered his head vigorously, looking like it was really painful!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! We didn't mean to. Xiaohong hurriedly jumped off the table, squatted down, and raised her face to look at Yang An's expression and injuries.

That's all they have to say. Xiaohong kept doing this until she returned to her seat when the class bell rang.

And the murderer, I, who had lost my temper for a long time, sat on the seat at that time, analyzing the injury. Because Xiaohong didn't say anything else except saying sorry, my analysis should not be serious, at least it didn't break the skin and bleed. Yang An didn't say anything else, he should be very angry, but he wasn't particularly angry...... I've been thinking about class all the time......

The morning of panic has passed, and it is time for lunch break. During the meal, Xiaohong asked me, "Why don't you apologize to Yang An?" You've smashed his head in a big bag! ”

"Well, don't blame me, it's you talking too much, it's disgusting. I'm in self-defense! I pretended to be calm and said that I felt that it was unreasonable.

"Alas! What kind of logic are you? But you're in for a big deal! Xiaohong said with such suspense.

"What's wrong?" I was so nervous that I lost my appetite all of a sudden. In my heart: "It's over, it won't be Yang An's parents who know about this, and they want to sue my parents in front of the teacher!" ”

"Wang Feifei wants you to sweep the ground for a week!" Several eight women said in unison.

"Why?" I was angry and confused.

"You don't know yet, wow, now every time Wang Feifei turns off the lights, she will watch the "Twenty-Four History" lent to her by Yang An"

"And last time Yang An said in the bedroom: Mei Fei is proud and cold in winter, and Fang Fei Fei is full of chapters"

In this way, the boys in 403 know that Yang An also likes Wang Feifei. Alas, the boys in our class won't all like Fei Fei, right? "Everyone discussed it, and I don't remember beating people and sweeping the floor at all.

Sure enough, as soon as school ended in the afternoon, the beloved deputy class leader and representative of the number department floated to my seat.

"You've been sweeping the floor this week." Wang Feifei said calmly and lightly.

"Why?" I have to admit that I asked a little weakly.

"Because you broke the triangle board, and Mr. Xu asked you to sweep it, it's good that he didn't talk to you." After speaking, Wang Feifei floated away again. The long black hair really has the feeling of "Fang Fei Fei Qi Mi Zhang". It must be that the shampoo is not clean.

"Sweep the floor." I reluctantly conceded it.

We were very diligent at that time. Boarding in school, most of the time in the classroom. So when sweeping the floor, I will also sit sporadically with classmates. When he swept to his seat, he sat there. I lowered my head and saw that there was no garbage in his seat, so I quietly wanted to omit his seat. But he lifted his foot. I swept the ground under his feet as gently as I could. It's like stroking a colorful bubble, for fear that it will shatter if you exert too much force.

I also peeked at his feet. His feet are not big and he is really good-looking. He was wearing a pair of red and white Double Planet shoes that day. The white part is very white, and the red part is lighter in color. I guess he must have loved cleanliness. I like to love clean guys. Loved that guy's love clean.

Fourteen-year-old me was so ordinary and so useless. After sweeping his seat, I didn't dare to raise my whole head. Because his face was so red and hot, even his ears were almost burned.

"Xia Xue, you go to eat first, I'll sweep it." The good old man Liu Yang is always so willing to help others, and it is impossible to refuse.

So I didn't even thank you, and walked straight out of the classroom where I couldn't breathe freely with my head down, maybe because I took a closer look at his small feet and clean shoes, and after walking out of the classroom, I was in a light mood and could fly. Unconsciously jumped up and down and shook Xiao Bian.

In the next few days, Liu Yang and Zhang Xiaohong helped me sweep the floor. Xiaohong will do a great job of raising all the dust in the classroom so that everyone can leave, and then we can make a few strokes and make a few strokes unblocked.

The last day of his punishment was Friday, and Liu Yang was picked up by his father as soon as he got out of school. Poor Zhang Xiaohong was invited by the English teacher to make up the lesson.

I swept it hastily by myself, lamenting that there was so much garbage in our class. Each group can sweep out a large pile of waste paper. It was almost swept to his seat, and it was already a pile of paper. With a stroke, I swept into his seat. Although he was not there, I unconsciously swept it up as gently and earnestly as possible.

Hey, there's a neat piece of notebook paper under his desk.

"Do you want to pick it up and see it?" The two in my heart I kept arguing there.

When they didn't make a decision, I swept the seat clean. At this moment, the good and the good Liu Yang came back.

"Xia Xue, you haven't finished sweeping yet?" With that, he helped me sweep all the garbage into the trash can......

I was so speechless that I didn't bother to ask him why he ran back.