Chapter 7 Seven, sea water cannot be measured, Wang Pingping cannot be judged by appearance

After returning to class, although I stood at the door and received a general training from the head teacher, but she scolded Wang Pingping, I didn't feel anything when I heard it, and I was admiring the beauty of my real body, Zhang Xiaoman, from a distance the whole time. Zhang Xiaoman is now my spiritual pillar. Xiao Liu didn't pursue it, and the teacher in charge was also happy to make the big thing into a small one. When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, she put me back. "Let's go to the toilet together!" I said to Zhang Xiaoman, "I poked your face just now, I'm sorry."

She smiled and got up: "how come, what's there to be angry about." Look, I was so generous in the past. I asked Xiaoye a question before, who is drowning in the literature ocean. "If you travel back to ancient times, will you miss the smart thermostatic toilet in our art museum? The one that won't freeze your butt in winter." Anyway, I miss it very much, at this moment, thinking about it is crazy. There was a long line in the women's room, which was fine, but there were no doors to each cubicle.The doorway of all squatting places is an awkward scene - the squatting person has to face the first person at the head of the line to complete the process of liberating her nature.

If it is a large size, it will be even more exciting. I can't even imagine it with such a thick skin. "Why didn't the school install the gate?" I asked. Zhang Xiaoman said mysteriously: "I heard, I just heard, that there was a girl in the last few sessions who was...well, she was in the women's restroom and didn't come out for a long time, and the cleaners later found out that she..." How could I be so pure when I was young, my words were full of hesitation, and I couldn't talk at all.So I checked the social news and horror movies in my mind. "Did she get sexually harassed in the women's room, or did she have an affair with her boyfriend in the women's room, or did she give birth in the women's room?"

Zhang Xiaoman's eyes widened, as if he couldn't accept my speaking so bluntly. "That's right, that's the last one." "Oh, isn't there always such a thing in the news? Female students dare not tell when they are pregnant, and they give birth to the child directly when they go to the bathroom. I have never believed it. It is so easy to have a child." Zhang Xiaoman kept looking at me like a ghost, so I decided to restrain myself. "So because of this, the school took down all the toilet doors?" She nodded. The school really has a way - everyone stares at each other to see who dares to have children casually!

I was overjoyed, and asked her: "Are you in a hurry? Anyway, I can hold back. There are so many people, why don't you go back to work first." She nodded again, smiling. What a demure and beautiful flower of Gaoling, I exclaimed in my heart. I am boasting on behalf of Wang Pingping, not narcissism. When I was almost at the gate of the class, a few boys jumped up in front of me, with a hot breath, they should have just returned from playing ball. "Zhang Xiaoman!" The tall boy at the head laughed, scratching the back of his head a little awkwardly, like a character popping out of a comic, "The last self-study class, a basketball friendly match, we are against Class Six, don't hide in the class Do the question, come out and see."

Tsk tsk tsk, so this kid likes me. The young man's mind is really as clear as water, and he can see through it at a glance. The young man looks good, with single eyelids, wheat-colored skin, tall and strong but not thick, he should be the kind of child that is popular in school. "I know, I will go, you guys work hard!" After I finished speaking with a smile, the faces of all the boys on the opposite side froze.I just turned my head and saw the authentic Zhang Xiaoman standing behind me. Blame me for a moment, forgetting who I am now.Well, it's a joke. "It's none of your business, you fat man." A skinny man with glasses in the corner said disdainfully, and the others all laughed along with him, so that the color of the mountains and rivers changed.

It stands to reason that this group of boys are also high school students in key middle schools. How funny are the three words "dead fat man"?Then if I said "four-eyed frog" to him, wouldn't they laugh and turn over? It's too childish. "Stupid." I sigh. "What did you say?" The man with glasses pointed at me, his eyes widened, as if he was going to hit me. "You mean your grandma a ghost, put your hands down!" I yelled angrily, the man in glasses was startled trembling, and he put down his hands. Wang Pingping's voice is really powerful, and it is very easy to use at critical moments.

"I'll just say you guys are stupid." I folded my arms and leaned against the wall, slowly analyzing to them, "You asked Zhang Xiaoman to watch the game because you like her, right?" Sure enough, it was a group of rookies. When I said the first sentence, they all blushed. "Anyway, I'm her deskmate. Even if I'm not, would she pretend that she didn't see you when you teased me in public? If she pretended she didn't see it and went with you with a smile, what kind of person is she? Helping a group of boys Bullying a girl because she is fat and ugly? What do other girls in the class think of her?"

It was as if the mute button had been pressed in the corridor. I don't know if what I said is too reasonable, or pointing my nose and saying that I am fat and ugly is too stupid. Anyway, all the young men in front of them were dumbfounded, standing there like dumb bombs standing upright. "So, if you want to ask her out, put away your virtues and apologize to Wang Pingping." The man in glasses muttered for a long time, but the good-looking young man in the lead bowed first: "I'm sorry." "Okay, I accept the apology, don't be so cheap in the future, girls are fragile."

The boys nodded collectively. Only the handsome guy at the head still remembers his original intention: "Then, Zhang Xiaoman... are you coming?" I affectionately called Zhang Xiaoman over: "I'm not angry, I was playing with them just now, the young man is good, why don't you go and have a look?" Zhang Xiaoman gave me a complicated look, just for a moment, but I caught it. "Okay, since Pingping is not angry with you, then I'll go!" She laughed, her eyes curved. The boys cheered, the little handsome guy ran two steps, then turned back: "My name is Jiang He."

Oh, it's the careless one who got kicked out in class last time. "When you first came to our class, I thought you were quite talented. Come and watch the game later!" Although very kind, what's with that merciful tone?But boys at this age haven't learned to hide their naked superficiality. He can say that to Wang Pingping, and he can be regarded as a pure and good child. After returning to the class and sitting down, Zhang Xiaoman remained silent. I reflected on whether I didn't treat myself as an outsider too much.I think she is pleasing to the eye everywhere, and loves everything, but she doesn't know me. My behavior just now should make her a little scared, right? I was thinking wildly when she pushed over an exercise book: "Can you help me figure out how to solve this question?" chemistry problem. I majored in library and file management in university. Over the past ten years, the impression left in my mind by chemistry class is only the top ten elements in the periodic table "hydrogen helium lithium beryllium boron, carbon nitrogen oxygen fluorine neon" ; The only chemical reaction I remember is that potassium permanganate can produce oxygen, and manganese dioxide is the reaction catalyst, but how to make it?Hehehe... "I don't," I said honestly, "I don't even understand the question. All I know is that copper sulphate is blue. . . is it blue?" Zhang Xiaoman's complicated eyes flashed again.She adjusted quickly, just smiled slightly, and took the exercise book back. I didn't have time to think about that look. The moment the class bell rang, I hurried out of the classroom and walked against the crowd to the women's toilet. Finally, the toilet was empty. When I returned to class, a male teacher who taught politics was already in class.He didn't make things difficult, and asked me if I was the new Wang Pingping, and then let me go back to my seat.The head teacher probably made a round of greetings in advance, for fear that some teacher might not say the right thing, and I would cut my wrists again in public. Politics class is still so hypnotic.For a while, Lao He flew back and forth at home and abroad, adjusted too frequently for jet lag, suffered from insomnia, and almost became drug dependent.Then I saved her.I went to the book market and bought her a complete set of high school textbooks, so that she could recite them when she couldn't sleep.Lao He said that those books were more effective than ether. But it proves that she still saw it, otherwise how would she know ether with her level of education. I borrowed a few pieces of draft paper from Zhang Xiaoman, planning to use the time of politics class to sort out my thoughts. Regarding the question of "why", I don't think it is possible to figure it out.Although this matter is very mysterious, but like those who did good deeds, newlyweds got on the Malaysia Airlines and disappeared into the vast sea, who can ask God why. I don't want to think deeply about this question.Because grievances, unwillingness and anger will annihilate me in an instant.Just now that "Wang Pingping" who teased Xiao Liu with a playful smile and taught the four-eyed frog calmly, whenever he thought of "why", a sour ache would rush into his nasal cavity, choking me to tears. I can't imagine the van crushing my body, and I can't imagine how my dad will feel.Is the art gallery still open, will Lao He still be weird to me, and will anyone sign for the Vintage Hermes sent from Japan? I closed my eyes, trapped the oncoming tears, and told myself that I had to jump over this hurdle. People can't fight against the sky, there is no reason, Zhang Xiaoman, keep thinking, use your brain, you have to live. I quickly jotted down on paper several scenarios for the "how to do it". There is nothing to analyze about Wang Pingping’s appearance and figure, so I just mark X; there is an older brother in the family; whether it is the clothes and conversation of the parents, or the usable area of ​​​​the house, it shows that this family should be an ordinary working class. The pocket money I can get is not much. So if I want to live, and live well, there are only two ways to go: either study hard, or get rich through crooked ways.Of course, no matter which way you go— All have to lose weight. Although the boys are not calling me "fat man", as long as Zhang Xiaoman is still beautiful, I will not be sad.But it's easier for pretty girls to do everything, and I can't deny that after thirty years. However, thinking of the chemistry question that "Zhang Xiaoman" asked me just now, I must realize that, apart from English, my current level of education is not even as good as that of a junior high school student.If I want to understand high school textbooks, I have to start reviewing from junior high school textbooks. It's so broken. If only I were a primary school student now, everyone would treat me as a child prodigy. I will definitely use the skills of addition and subtraction within 100 that I developed in the art museum cafe to collect money, and my strength will flatten the garden of the motherland and become a generation The Young Pioneers take the lead. I cleaned up my frustration and continued to think. The road of learning is full of dangers, and making money is not so easy.I turned myself around by relying on stocks and houses. To be precise, Lao He led me to turn over. Apart from her vision and her ability to seize the opportunity, the most important point of "making money quickly" is that money can make money. You have to have the capital to dig the second pot of gold. I, an unlucky guy who was crushed by a truck without any preparation, came to 2003 without even memorizing a single lottery number. How can I save money?By saving lunch money? More importantly, even if I got the first place in the school and made money, so what?To be a glamorous and wealthy man, uh, Wang Pingping? If you can't be yourself, what are you doing alive? Why, why, why me, why the cornered me. The question that I avoided lingered and came back to my mind. Don't cry, Zhang Xiaoman, you are already like a tear treasure today, what has happened in life, what can crying solve? As I frantically resisted my world-weary tendencies, a strange stench crept in from the back of the room.The students in the class first looked around and whispered, and gradually boiled like a pot of boiling water. "What's the matter? What are you arguing about?" The political teacher smelled it just after he finished speaking, and his expression changed. "What the fuck! Who farted!" Sure enough, it was that heartless Jiang He who exploded first. He seemed to be sleeping just now, and there were red marks on his face. He should have been woken up by the smell. After Jiang He jumped, the other students finally had the courage to protest, and as Jiang He screamed and ran out holding his nose, the students in the back row stood up one after another, asking "Who is who?" Gu Zi ran out with Jiang He. "What are you doing, you are still in class!" The political teacher got angry, got up and went out from the front door to chase those students.In the sea of ​​complaints, only Zhang Xiaoman remained motionless, covering his nose with a scented facial tissue, while balancing the equation with the other hand. I looked at her with a little relief in my heart. Fortunately, she is still in good condition, and she will grow up well in the future... into me, right? Then die at thirty. Yeah, what equation do you balance, girl, you die at thirty! A flash of inspiration. I, Wang Pingping, exist to prevent Zhang Xiaoman from dying at the age of thirty?Although I don't live on my own body, as long as I persevere and let Wang Pingping live to be thirty years old, can I protect her and accompany her, so that she will no longer wander in that rainy night, overloaded? Truck overturned? I was inspired by my own ideas.No matter how flawed this idea is, it at least gave me a meaning to live. When I was thinking about my mission in life in the smelly classroom, half of the students in the classroom had already run out, especially the back of the classroom, which was almost empty. "Almost," because there was another girl with her head bowed, sitting in the shadows in the corner.When the classroom was half-empty, she became very eye-catching, like a nail stuck in the wrong place. Oh my God.I suddenly understood a little bit about the source of this stench. If it is really farting, the culprit can run away first, or he can pretend to be ignorant, and it is absolutely impossible to sit there and wait to be punished. I immediately grabbed the little Communist Youth League secretary who was sitting in the back—I am ashamed that I still don’t know his name: “The Communist Youth League secretary, go and tell the political teacher that he must drive all the students out of the classroom and let him They go outside to take physical exercise classes." "why……" "Don't ask, trust me, leave it to me in the classroom, hurry up!" The secretary of the league branch is really a sincere young man who is easily incited. After being yelled at by me, he immediately jumped up like a squirrel with his butt on fire, and shouted at the remaining good children in the class: "Live! People leave the classroom! Immediately!" Because the stench was so evil, except for Zhang Xiaoman, who used facial tissue as a protective cover, the others couldn't insist on sitting in the room and doing the questions. The party secretary yelled several times, and they all rushed out. "You go out too!" I pointed to the Communist Youth League secretary. The political teacher didn't catch those boys, and when he returned to the classroom, he found that there were only three girls left in the room, and they were all still. I pulled him out and told him in a very soft voice outside the classroom: "Teacher, I suspect that a girl in the class may have some stomach problems. You are a male teacher, and it is not appropriate for you to handle this situation." "Then you... hurry up and accompany her..." He looked at Zhang Xiaoman in the first row in embarrassment. "No!" I yelled. How could it be misunderstood that it was our little baby Zhang Xiaoman?She is such a beautiful girl, how can you guess her like this?Can you take responsibility if others find out?are you blind I'm going to be pissed off by this teacher. But I held back my breath and explained to him like a well-behaved high school student: "No, it's not her. I'm going to get her out now. She's just sitting there and doing the questions just pretending to be x. Don't get me wrong." The political teacher opened his mouth wide. "Student Wang Pingping, how do you say swear words..." "It's not important! It's a girl in the back row, but you don't need to know who it is, anyway, everyone is running to the playground, and it's hard to tell who is missing. It's not good to spread this kind of thing to anyone. , you leave it to me to deal with it, and you go and call the class teacher over, okay?——Be sure to call quietly!" The political teacher, a man in his thirties, was taken aback by my yelling like the party secretary, and ran away in the blink of an eye. Then I walked into the classroom, closed the door, and whispered to Zhang Xiaoman: "You, get out!" Zhang Xiaoman looked up: "Why?" "Are you so stupid?" I was anxious, "Do you want to be suspected by everyone?" Zhang Xiaoman was confused for a moment, then stood up quickly.When she reached the door, she glanced back, and then ran out resolutely. I picked up the bag of Qingfeng that Zhang Xiaoman threw on the table, and walked towards the girl. While opening all the windows, I searched all the tabletops and table holes along the way, and found a total of seven or eight packs of tissues. "Little girl, can you stand up? Before everyone comes back, let's get rid of the chairs quickly, and then you leave, go to the toilet and wait for me. After the class teacher comes, I will ask her to find you a pair of school uniform pants. Change the toilet, please? Did you hear what I said?" She hung her head all the time, with her hair sticking to her face, and tears dripping down her cheeks. "I won't tell others, but if you continue to linger, they will all know when you come back. The man at the same table as you, Jiang He, looks like he has no brains at first glance. He definitely doesn't want to sit at the same table with you anymore. , you won’t be able to get along in this class. Stand up for me!” The words touched her at last, and she stood up slowly. I quickly handed her several packets of paper: "...you wipe it yourself." In fact, the condition of the chair was fine.After she finished wiping, she didn't know where to throw the paper, so I pointed to her trouser pocket: "Just put it in your pocket, anyway, these trousers have to be thrown into the toilet." I found a bottle of toilet water from the corner of the back row of the classroom. After she wiped the stool, I sprayed it fiercely until the water gathered on the stool board. "Take a clean piece of paper, soak it in toilet water, and wipe it!" While she was cleaning up, I took toilet water and sprayed it all over the class.If only this girl's position is fragrant, then wouldn't it mean that there is no silver three hundred taels here. "Did you finish wiping? Well, go to the toilet quickly, hurry up!" She lowered her head and bent towards me indiscriminately, not knowing if it was a kind of thanks. I took the spare school trousers that the class teacher dug out from the office debris pile and found the toilet, but she was not there. I ran upstairs two more floors, found several toilets, and shouted "Are you there?" I finally heard a few knocks on the door in response to the toilet on the highest floor. I hurried in.The girl was hiding in a cubicle, and because there was no door, she had to keep wearing pants. "Why did you run so far to the toilet?" "I'm afraid, classmate." I see.This girl is quite smart and knows that she should not stay on the floor of her class. I helped her guard the door, and at the same time kept wet the paper towel with water, turned my back and handed it to her, and let her wipe her body round after round. "There is no paper, have you finished wiping? It should be ok, right?" "Speak!" I couldn't help but turn to look at her. Her face was as white as paper, and her voice was like a mosquito: "Okay." I look at her face. She is Xing Guizhi. She is Xing Guizhi. On that rainy night, if I hadn't met Xing Guizhi, I wouldn't have been scolded by her, I wouldn't have met the last straw, I wouldn't have drunk, I wouldn't have gone to No. 6 Ming'an Street to find memories, I wouldn't have met Teng Zhen, he would not chase the car, and would not meet that truck at that intersection. Xing Guizhi. My hands are shaking slightly. "Pants..." Her voice was literally the tiniest I've ever met. I didn't move. "Pants, pants..." "How old are you? You keep jumping out word by word when you speak? Will you die if you speak louder? I don't care what you do, are you free?" Although I know that the little girl in front of me has nothing to do with the middle-aged woman who blew up her phone on a rainy night, and I shouldn't be angry, but I really, really want to strangle her to death. I was made into a fat man who cut my wrists by her, and now I still wipe her ass? !Am I sick? ! Xing Guizhi, who didn't wear pants, huddled in the corner of the cubicle tremblingly, tears streaming down her face, as if I was a mad dog that was going to eat her. "Speak! Are your vocal cords blown up like your cell phone?!" "Uh, classmate, I'm sorry, can I interrupt?" I turned my head to look at the speaker. He's standing in the... well, the row by the door, next to the urinals. urinal? ...Xing Guizhi, are you blind?Why did you hide in the men's room! I was actually taken into the ditch because I was in a hurry to find her. I turned my glazed gaze from the urinal to the speaker. "classmate?" There was a slight smile on his face. At the age of eighteen or nineteen, he had a green and high spirit that he didn't have when he was in his thirties. I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. Hello, Teng Zhen.