Chapter 6： Did the teacher assign homework?

Half a month later

The weather in September was still very hot, the sun's light fell on the ground, Xia Chan screamed without a word, the uncle who walked the dog early in the morning on the road in the community walked slowly, and Jian Mei’s house was Shen Meina Keep talking.

"Is the water cup installed?"

"The pill box, this must be in your pocket."

"As for the mask, I put a bag in your schoolbag for you. You need to wear it in crowded places."

"and also…"

The mother was talking endlessly. In fact, I had heard these words many times. He washed and dressed in a neat school uniform. He carried his schoolbag and turned around, a little helpless: "Mom, I know all of them."

It may be that his wife still needs to read, but the father Jian who came out of the cloakroom appropriately stopped: "Okay, well, I am going to school, not going to war. Besides, there are teachers in school, so don't read it."

"What do you know?"

Shen Meina glared at her husband.

The woman checked her belongings again: "I have to tell the teacher that Jian Mo can't participate in too intense sports at school, and..."

Father Jian looked at his wife who was still unable to relax, and smiled helplessly. He looked sideways, looked at the son standing next to him, shrugged, and lowered his voice: "Don't care too much, she is just too nervous."

Jane's eyebrows were bent, he obviously didn't mind, but got closer to his father, and his voice was clear: "I know."

The father and son looked at each other and smiled at each other.

On the first day of school in September, especially the roads leading to the school district were crowded. There was a storm in the first two days, and the temperature dropped sharply. When we arrived at the school gate, there were crowds of people. I saw people everywhere, parents of students. They lead the children, lively and lively, even more lively than the market.

Shen Meina took Jian Mei to the second floor to find the class: "You go in and find a seat, I'll go and say hello to your class teacher."

Several people in the class have already arrived, and the sound of twos and threes exchanges from time to time.

Standing at the door, Jian Mo was a bit hesitant and timid. He hadn't returned to school for several years, and when he reached the place, he became frightened.

Father Jian saw in his eyes: "Let's go together, I am not in the second grade of this year, and the students who are transferred to the class, just so happen to see the head teacher to understand the situation first."

Shen Meina also made sense: "That's good."

The head teacher is a capable woman in her 40s. She wears an apricot-colored professional suit. She is meticulous on her desk. She is also business-like when interacting with each other. She is also careful and thoughtful to add WeChat to her parents when she understands the ignorance. He showed prejudice and was not enthusiastic about learning that Jian Mei's family is rich.

In the end

Towards the end, Shen Meina wanted to accompany Jian Mei to the classroom and was stopped.

The head teacher said: "Ms. Shen, I will take my child with me. Since you sent the child to school, I am his head teacher, so I will naturally take care of him. When he enters here, he must separate from his parents and learn to be independent. Besides... you My identity is not suitable for too many people. I am afraid that it will cause unnecessary trouble."

Shen Meina hesitated for a moment. Her appearance is extremely beautiful, her skin can be broken even when she is close up, especially her appearance is still the kind of youth that does not show age, she became a smash hit when she was young, and now she is over forty years old. Guan, she still looks like a little girl, and was named the goddess of the old by the entertainment circle, which is also the youth of many people.

Jian's father patted his wife on the shoulder: "It's alright, don't worry, don't worry, let the teacher rest assured."

Shen Meina glanced at Jian Mei who was standing next to the teacher. They communicated for more than an hour, and the child had been waiting by the side cleverly, not noisy or noisy. At this moment, she might have noticed her sight and Jian Mei raised her face. The big round eyes looked at her for an instant, but Zhanyan showed a smile: "Mom, you go back, I'll just be with the teacher."

Such a smile is so pure, it seems to wash away people's troubles.

Shen Meina finally relieved her heart, but her eyes blushed secretly. She nodded indiscriminately, and finally left the office with her husband and went back.

Jian Mei and the teacher are left in the office.

Teacher Wang said: "Come with me."

The teaching building is a bit complicated. The bell is already ringing. Because the second grade is divided into classes for promotion, basically every classroom is full of students, and they cross the stairs to the classroom room. , Teacher Wang stopped, lowered his head and said: "Very nervous?"

The boy with a schoolbag next to him was tight, but when asked by the teacher, he shook his head quickly and whispered, "Don't be nervous."

"Take a few deep breaths, don't be tensed." Teacher Wang's voice is always rigid, but it is very detailed in many places: "When comforting your mother in the office, I thought you would not be nervous."

Jian Mei said softly: "If I show tension, my mother will be even more nervous."

Teacher Wang raised her eyes unexpectedly. The child looked very cheerful, and her parents did not show any discomfort when she was there. She thought it was super adaptable, but she did not expect that she was trying to be calm. In fact, it is okay to think about it. I understand, I heard that I have been ill accidentally since elementary school. I have spent the years in the hospital. No matter how active I am, I am timid to be in contact with the group for a long time.

Think about this

Teacher Wang is rarer and softer: "Don't be nervous, just follow me in."

Jian Ambiguously responded.

The moment the classroom door was pushed open, the originally noisy class instantly quieted down, and the whole class's 50 or 60 people glanced over, giving people an invisible pressure.

Teacher Wang led people in: "There is a new student in our class this semester. I hope everyone can get along well."

Jian Mo stood by the desk, being looked at by so many people, he bent over and bowed, and spoke cautiously: "Hello everyone, I am Jian Mei."

When Jian Mei nervously observed the classmates below, the students below were also watching him. The boy wearing a small black suit on the stage had a clear and powerful voice, and the lights of the classroom were scattered on his body. Her big eyes are moisturized like a bunny, and exquisite like a doll.

Teacher Wang said: "Jian Mei, you should sit in the last row first, and then I will adjust your position."

Jian Mei had no opinion: "Okay."

Although Mr. Wang didn’t emphasize Jane’s body with the classmates very positively, there are many small news channels for the students themselves. The transfer students have not arrived yet, but the news about Jane has spread, and many people know this student. Before that, I had been hospitalized and had a terrible disease like cancer, so I was very curious about this person.

This kind of curiosity did not end after the first class. After the get out of class bell rang, the students began to move freely. Many children gathered in twos and threes and kept spying on the last row.

"Hello."

Some students came to say hello first.

Jian Mo raised her head and met a little girl's face. Although she was a little surprised, she was still very polite: "Hello."

The little girl secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "My name is Huang Jiajia, and I sit in front of you."

"I know." Jian Mei nodded: "I saw it during class."

Because one person took the lead, other people who were equally curious also had the courage to come over, introduced themselves briefly, and started gossiping:

"Where did you transfer from?"

"I heard that you have been sick. It's true."

"Have you had surgery?"

"You look healthy, are you completely better?"

"Hmm..." Jian Mei curled up his hands on the table unconsciously, but he still tried to maintain a smile: "I didn't get sick before, and now it can’t be considered completely healed. The doctor said to observe for a few years, regularly. Just do a re-inspection."

"Will you shave your head then?"

"Is your hair a wig?"

"Do you rely on self-study for your studies..."

His seat is like a circle surrounded by people, and various questions are thrown out. It is not malicious, but it is a bit unstoppable. Jian Mei's hand on the table curls up unconsciously, and even some The helpless wanted to escape. Before he came to school, he thought it might be difficult to make friends in school, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult...

…

night

Exhausted on the first day of school, Jian Mei went home after dinner and took a shower and was ready to do homework. While blowing his hair, he took out his mobile phone from the drawer and opened WeChat habitually. The main reason was that the total number of mobile phones was only There are not a lot of software, so I will subconsciously click on WeChat first, and skillfully click on Lu Xingwang’s blank avatar, and send him a message:

"Are you there?"

He didn't expect Lu Xing to come back, he just treated it as an emotional little place, and continued typing: "I started school today, but I'm not so happy."

"I don't know why it seems that I didn't blend in with my classmates."

"Actually, I also want to make friends, but everyone has been together in the first year of junior high. It seems that they all have their own friends."

"I seem to be a little monkey being visited."

"Why is it so difficult to make friends..."

It’s a lot easier to say what he’s been holding for a whole day in a simple and inexplicable way. He takes a long breath and continues to blow his hair. When he is almost done, he consciously takes out his textbook to write his homework. He didn’t expect Lu Xing to reply. , But I didn’t expect that the phone rang before I wrote two questions. Jane had a stop with the tip of his pen and trot to the bed to get the phone.

Lu Xingwang: [School started? 】

Jane's eyebrows curled unconsciously: "Yes!"

[Yeah] Lu Xing responded in a preemptive voice, but then asked a simple and unexpected sentence: [Did the teacher assign homework?]

?

A question mark slowly appeared on Jane's head.

He didn't know why, but he replied cleverly: "It's arranged."

What's wrong?