Chapter 21 21. Overweight

Many people rushed over, and many people avoided. Zhang Xiaoman took a deep breath and stood up. If my seat hadn't blocked the entrance of the aisle, she would have almost flown onto the stage, but one person had already moved, walking like flying. It's Liang Shengmei. But she didn't help much. When I jumped up, half of Teng Zhen's body was already covered with a fire blanket. After walking through the miasma, I vaguely saw half of Teng Zhen's face was blackened by the smoke, and the flames burned the ends of his hair. When I got up, I was a little dazed. However, when the smoke dissipated, he returned to smiling and waving to the audience with his spare left arm, indicating that he was fine, winning sighs of relief and sporadic applause.The judges in the first row were so frightened that they retreated to the second line, and now they all nodded his head with their index fingers in the air, covering up their embarrassment with this old-fashioned "Hey, you young man!", and slowly walked back to the judges' seat to sit down.

There is no need to continue the class.The stage was tidying up, but the participating teacher couldn't hold back, and gave the two boys who caused trouble a hard look in the shade. Teng Zhen stood in front of the brothers with a smile, and didn't know what to say. The teacher sighed, and the greeting was still panicked. The students who came back to their senses stepped down from the stage.Liang Shengmei confirmed that Teng Zhen was fine, and returned to our phalanx from the stage, still proudly holding her head up, turning a blind eye to the discussions. The judges whispered to each other in the first row to study the countermeasures. It took a long time for the stage to be cleaned up and the competition continued.Surprisingly, Teng Zhen did not leave with his class, but walked towards us.He climbed up the stage from the lower stage, and every girl felt shy, which is probably the way the princess locked in the tower saw the visitor.

He sat down next to Liang Shengmei, behind me and Zhang Xiaoman. "I'll sit down for a while. The director said that it would be more reassuring to take his car to the hospital for a look after your grade comparison is over—hey, don't tell your mother, she will definitely tell my mother right away." "I didn't say. Are you all right?" I leaned against the back of the chair and listened to the conversation between Liang Shengmei and Teng Zhen in the back row. Unexpectedly, the new class came to the stage and started a new performance accompanied by cheerful English songs. The loudspeakers overwhelmed everything.

The girl with glasses asked something excitedly, winked at Liang Shengmei and Teng Zhen, and the female students laughed knowingly, everything was submerged in the cheerful singing like a mime.The secretary of the league branch reprimanded him, and put his index finger on his lips to gesture in all directions, causing more laughter. Obviously, he has no dignity in our class; until Song Heci stood up from the front row, and made a silent gesture to this side, Everyone finally quieted down. I had no choice but to pretend to turn my back to straighten the school uniform on my back, and I noticed from the corner of my eye that they didn't continue talking at all.

Liang Shengmei has a cold temper.It was beyond my expectation that Teng Zhen was stunned like this. It seemed that he was really scared this time. At the age of seventeen, my qi-nourishing skills far exceed those of the thirty-year-old me.Zhang Xiaoman looked like he didn't feel Teng Zhen behind him at all, looking down at the book lying flat on his lap. I remember this book.It is Shi Tiesheng's collection of works, first published in 2002, and I have read every novel or essay in it.Literally, it's the only link I have to my lost high school days.After returning to the island city, the study room of my new home is the most comfortable room I have furnished, with a large bay window on one side and a rotating bookcase on three sides. Everyone who comes as a guest will definitely say "Wow, you are a cultural person" when you enter the door.

The books are all newly bought by me.Anyone who has moved knows that books are the heaviest and most burdensome.I went around to make money, and finally decided that the symbol of returning to my hometown is to buy back the thousands of books that I donated or lost in various places, and put them on the bookshelf one by one. Only one is an old book,.When my dad came to see the house, he specially brought it from Ming'an Street, saying that many of my high school things were sold as scrap, and only one was dropped behind the TV cabinet, and he picked it up. I couldn't help reaching out and touching the pages.Zhang Xiaoman glanced at me strangely, and was about to speak when Song Heci walked over.

He still didn't dare to look at me, and stiffly pretended to straighten the folds of his gown: "Wang Pingping, right? Go to the elevator and say that your family members have come to see you." It was Wang Haifeng, wearing a dark blue jacket and carrying a rice bag, standing near the elevator and looking around. "Why don't you sleep at home?" I asked. "It's okay. I'll sleep for four or five hours. There's something wrong in the factory. Mom and dad are gone. Dad is worried about you. He said you didn't bring lunch, so I went to No. 1 Middle School to look for it. Your homeroom teacher said you come, come here." , here it is."

"What do you mean, are you afraid that I will leave school again? I brought my lunch and put it in the boiler room." "It's half past eleven, and you won't be able to go back to school. It's not right. Mom made it fresh this morning. It's hotter than the boiler room and delicious!" "Yes, it's really predictable," I showed Wang Pingping's indifferent face, not wanting to embarrass Wang Haifeng, so I took the rice bag, "Hurry up and go back to sleep!...I'll take you out." The atmosphere in the small auditorium was weird, and Zhang Xiaoman's attitude made me a little frustrated. I didn't want to go back, so I pressed the down button of the elevator decisively.As the lunch break approached, many people went downstairs to eat. The elevator was busy, and the indicator light flickered from the 19th floor, stopped once on the 17th floor, and stopped once on the 15th and 14th floors.

For some reason, Wang Haifeng was very nervous. "Too many people," he said, "wait for the next trip." "It doesn't show overload," I shrugged. "We'll see when we get there." "Why don't you take the stairs and exercise. Don't you always say, hehe, do you want to lose weight, hehehe." I looked at him suspiciously, and he knew it wasn't funny, so he was still laughing hard.At this moment, there was a "ding" sound, and the elevator door opened on the 12th floor. I didn't even look at him, and he went in first.

There were only four people inside.There is actually a familiar face, low match Edison Chen. Zuo Yan was wearing a light blue uniform, leaning in the corner of the elevator, every second seemed to be shooting a MV.He saw that I didn't react at first, but when he thought about it, he slapped my forehead with a crooked smile: "Fatty, what's your name?" Suddenly, I almost believed that I had always been so close and familiar with him. I told Lao He that my name was Zhang Xiaoman, but I dared not answer him in front of Wang Haifeng.Speaking of Wang Haifeng... the elevator door seemed to be closing, so I quickly pressed the door button: "It's very empty, come in."

Wang Haifeng stood outside the elevator, pursed his mouth unnaturally several times, and finally couldn't get over the embarrassment of the stalemate, and walked in with his head down.I couldn't help wondering if he was suffering from claustrophobia, but thinking back to the way he stood at the corner of the elevator and shrank his head, refusing to take a step, he seemed to have agoraphobia. The elevator door closed and went down. The middle-aged man standing on my right suddenly let out a "tsk" chuckle. "Wang Haifeng, don't you know the teacher?" The hoarse tone was full of threats with a frivolous smile. When I got close, my brows were instantly frowned by the taste of my mouth soaked in tobacco and alcohol for many years. Wang Haifeng didn't speak.He stood at the front, and as soon as he stepped through the door, he quickly turned his head and turned his back to us, clinging to the elevator door, as if he wanted to squeeze his head out of the door. "Oh," he laughed dramatically, sucked his teeth, and laughed with the chain of keys tied around his wide waist, "Old Li, you say me, this is all for nothing, alas, the students don't recognize me." "Old Li" stood in front of Zuo Yan, raised the thousand-degree glasses with at least ten circles on the side: "Is that your student? Isn't he sick?" "Don't ask, what can I do if I urinate again." I recovered from the daze, opened my mouth to reason, the elevator stopped again, and the oppressive feeling of super ride was transmitted steadily from the soles of my feet to the top of the sky, and the whole person fell a little out of thin air.The door opened, and six or seven female teachers poured in this time, filling the elevator to the brim, and pushing me next to Zuo Yan, separating me from the middle-aged man.Amid the teasing laughter of men and women, I looked over my shoulders and saw Wang Haifeng still standing silently at the front, with his forehead pressed against the elevator door. "Who is he to you?" Zuo Yan asked softly. I didn't answer, and the elevator went to the first floor.Before the door was fully opened, Wang Haifeng strode forward and walked out. I called my brother all the way to catch up to the door. "Wang Haifeng!" He still didn't stop, and in a flash of inspiration, I coughed violently a few times and kicked over the bucket left by the cleaning in the yard.Sure enough, he immediately turned around and ran back. "Didn't Mom bring you the spray, where is the medicine?" "I'm fine," I sat up, "I'm just pretending." Wang Haifeng's eyes were red, and he was reluctant to scold me, so he could only stand up, picked up the rice bag I had thrown aside, put it in my hand, and said, hurry back to the classroom, I'm leaving, and my parents will pick you up in the evening. "Who is the grandson?" I yelled loudly at his back, but he didn't answer, and passed through the small square in front of me like a piece of wood with legs, and disappeared outside the gate. "The grandson is his former teacher, can't you hear it?" Zuo Yan sat next to me, with a cigarette in his mouth, speaking vaguely, and offered me one as usual, but I still waved my hand and refused, he Pin it behind your ear again. "Your brother used to study here, don't you know?" "I knew it was a vocational high school, but I didn't know it was here." "That's right. I heard He Ling said that you are a good student in the No. 1 Middle School. You don't know where your brother is, but it makes sense. If there is someone in the family who is promising, your parents are not in vain." "That's not the case at all," I didn't bother to explain, "Then what does the grandson mean? What's wrong with my brother?" "Suona," Zuo Yan laughed, and blew smoke rings towards me, "Your family is interesting, women are more like men than men." I became impatient: "You write the editorial one sentence after another, can you answer the question?" "Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" Zuo Yan got up suddenly, and my whole body was covered by his condescending shadow.He took a sip of the cigarette, squeezed it out with his thumb and index finger, threw it aside, and then squeezed my chin tightly with two hot fingers. "I respect He Ling, you really fucking think that under her banner, you can be as big or small as me?" What the hell, the plot switch is too fast, why is there a murderous look on this campus! "Da Da, hero, spare me, I was wrong." I tried my best to force a smile out of myself. I am indeed too frivolous.Old He is Old He. The friends who surrounded her in 2003 may not be good. Satisfied, Zuo Yan let go of his hand and sat back next to me. "I'm about the same class as your brother. But I don't know him. It was quite famous when he dropped out of school. Does your brother have a congenital heart disease?" I nod. "The first time I saw your brother, he was lying on the playground, and no one dared to approach him, because he was twitching, rolling his eyes, foaming, and urinating." "...This is obviously epilepsy! Could heart disease also induce epilepsy?" "Fuck, you ask me?" Zuo Yan gave me a contemptuous look, "He rolled down from the flag pole, oh, that's called the flag raising platform. Yes, the flag raising platform. Then he twitched. And he wore a Flowered underpants and socks, and clothes are hanging on the flagpole. It was such a sensation that our whole class was lying on the window to watch, and some of them ran down, waking me up, or I would have missed it.” "Who put it up?" "I don't know, but it should have something to do with the grandson you mentioned. It wasn't him, but the students he instigated did it. The grandson's name is Zhang Yong. He also taught our class a few lessons. He is a bullying master, but he seems like a relative. Something has something to do with the Education Committee, otherwise if such a big incident happens and your brother drops out of school, you will know whether Zhang Yong's relationship is strong or not." "But why did he target my brother?" "Later, after your brother left, I heard something. Vocational high school is different from yours. We basically don't take the college entrance examination, and internships are also counted as credits. You can graduate when you are full. In the past, you were assigned a job. It's an internship, it's up to him Damn, it’s just using students as free coolies. Many companies come to our school to sign. The price is much cheaper than normal recruitment, and they are obedient and easy to manage; I swallowed the rest by myself, Zhang Yong seems to be one of the teachers who can make money. Ordinary high school teachers make extra money by making up lessons, and vocational high school teachers rely on being human traffickers, and the supply exceeds demand.” Zuo Yan lit another cigarette and continued. "Once or twice, everyone still finds it fresh. When you are really tired, you come back to it. You know that these teachers are fools, and they are all fucking grandchildren. They are reluctant, but they don't know how to escape. Once your brother I had a heart attack at a metalworking internship place. Many people in Zhang Yong’s class looked like rats fishing for oil stars, and they were all sick. Zhang Yong couldn’t explain to the company, so I will hate your brother. I think he deliberately gave Put eye drops on yourself." "So you find someone to bully him?" I thought of Wang Haifeng's thin back in the elevator, and felt very sad. "Do you still need to find someone? Those who can come to the job business, there are a few good birds. It is enough to be the class teacher's provocation. For example, if everyone is doing coolies, let him rest and announce it in public. The students will definitely watch it." He was not pleasing to the eye, and then found out that the teacher didn't care about bullying him, what does that mean, isn't it obvious." Zuo Yan took off the one on his ear, and Han returned to the cigarette case, "I don't know, I'm guessing, it's all heard, who remembers what happened three or four years ago." "But let me tell you," Zuo Yan got up and stretched his waist, "Your brother is just too cowardly. If you are sick, it's nothing. If you get ripped off, it's okay. If you die, you have to drag a room to be buried with you. At least give Zhang Yong a few punches." Let's go! It's not embarrassing enough for me to smoke first and drop out of school directly." I stared at the pit of ingots on the back of my hand, and once again felt the oppressive feeling of being overweight when the elevator stopped.Accelerate upward and overweight, decelerate downward and lose weight, the simplest knowledge of junior high school physics, I just reviewed it last week.But Zuo Yan didn't understand that killing a bloody road was never an option for most people. There was no resistance gene in his blood. The overweight oppression, the spine is bent, and all the ridicule is digested with the back. Thirty-year-old Zhang Xiaoman may have the ability to fight against injustices, but I, what can I do for Wang Haifeng?This boy who calmly wrote his own family story on the manuscript paper must have a sensitive heart. This heart was stripped naked a few years ago and exposed to the eyes of everyone, but I have no ability or way to avenge him An unethical teacher with deep roots. The man who hung his dignity on the flagpole. I shielded my forehead from the sun with my hand, and looked up at the flagpole standing on the new square. In the sun, the new flagpole is shiny and shiny. "Zuo Yan," I asked, "you should have graduated long ago, why are you still here?"