Chapter 4 Chapter 3 Another Foot (No.13 - No.17)

I said, oh, I am Geng Geng. In retrospect, how many times can a person have the opportunity to speak to others in the sentence pattern of "I am XX" in this lifetime? He was tongue-tied for a long time, then remembered to smile and said, my name is Yu Huai. This boy looks... quite unimpressive.He has wheat-colored skin, small eyes, and is cute when he smiles and squints; a white T-shirt and jeans are clean, and he looks like a good boy. I nodded and said, I will be a classmate in the future. He said, yes, we will be classmates in the future. I said, it's so hot today. He said, yes, it was quite hot.

I opened my mouth again, not knowing what to say.He also opened his mouth, as if he felt a little embarrassed because I brought up the topic every time. Then we all laughed.On the other side of the playground is the noisy queuing scene, and on this side is the lonely red list and two new classmates with social barriers. Each class has a row of boys and a row of girls. Judging by the length, it is evenly balanced. Women can hold up half the sky, who says women are not as good as men. Everyone is carefully looking at the new students. Behind the line is a large group of parents. The whole playground is like a Japanese beef pot in cartoons. Although the ingredients are neatly arranged in rows, they are still gurgling With steaming bubbles.

The queue time is too long, and I don't know what the hell is going on on the rostrum.This is the case in China. The audience in the audience will never know what the people above are doing. Just chirp and chirp when others applaud. Accidentally yawned, a very full one. Yu Huai asked, didn't you sleep well last night? I laughed, and people around me squinted at me, so I quickly shut up. "Congratulations, I finally found something to say hello to." Yu Huai rolled his eyes.I guess so, anyway, his eyes are too small for me to see clearly. "I didn't sleep well last night myself," he said.

"Normally, I couldn't sleep the night before every sports meeting in elementary school. As long as there was a big event the next day, I would suffer from insomnia. Basically, this is a manifestation of poor psychological quality." He didn't speak. But he is looking at me. I pretended to be calm and failed in less than a minute.As I said earlier, my mental quality is not good. "Look at your sister-in-law?!" I cursed in a low voice. He opened his mouth wide in surprise: "Damn, how do you know what I'm going to say. I just realized that you speak like my little aunt."

I glared at him. He stammered: "The watch, the expression is also similar." At this moment, the vice-principal on the rostrum began to test the sound of the microphone, "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" I didn't listen to what the headmaster said, and my mind was full of his little aunt. In the end, taking advantage of the gap between the headmaster's three sentences and gasping for breath, I asked unwillingly: "Am I so old?" He shook his head hastily, quite sensible. Then said: "I didn't say you look alike. My little aunt is much prettier than you."

The most indecent thing is not this sentence, but his tone. Serious, innocent, and sincere. "My little aunt is also in Zhenhua." He continued his efforts. This time I was surprised: "How old is your little aunt?" "Same age as us," he paused, "Are you a rabbit or a dragon?" I greeted the 18th generation of his ancestors and my little aunt in my heart: "I belong to... Tiger." "Oh, senior." He bowed slightly. damn it. "It's Tiger Tail," I emphasized, "the end of the year." He shook his head: "You are a tiger's butt, and you are also a tiger."

I was speechless, so I could only bring the topic back to his little aunt. "Then your little aunt is also a freshman? Which class is she in?" He tilted his head in a daze for a long time before sighing softly: "Class One." "Damn," I completely stopped thinking about his disrespect to me just now, and instantly felt that it was a great honor for me to be like his little aunt, "Your little aunt is a genius!" "Yeah." He looked at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.It is estimated that they are struggling with the problem of the top class again.

"However, you are the same age, why do you call her little aunt?" He wrung his fingers and began to count: "My grandpa celebrated his 60th birthday after the senior high school entrance examination. In fact, my great-grandfather was her grandpa's elder brother, so her mother is my aunt... No, uh...my father calls her mother and aunt... so……" The neurons in my head have been mashed to a pulp. "So, you call her aunt?" "That's what your lord said." "Then what did she call you?" I laughed, "Guoer?" Then, he put me aside and ignored me.The little aunt's topic couldn't continue.

The rostrum began to be chaotic.The parent representatives of each class came to the stage to draw lots to choose the head teacher. I was bored and played with the camera with my head down. Turning to the picture of the uncle and Yu Huai, I couldn't help laughing, tilting my head and looking up at Yu Huai who was beside me with a stinky face. Perhaps the side angle made up for the disadvantage of small eyes. The straight nose and deep three-dimensional bone structure made him look far better than the front.Without even thinking about it, I grabbed the camera and took a picture. At that moment, the sun poured down from his head, and the timing was perfect.

However, the sound of "click" attracted the attention of everyone around, including Yu Huai. I kept the camera orientation and pose, not sure how to explain this behavior. "You..." Yu Huai looked embarrassed. "I..." I suddenly calmed down, "Student, make room for me to block my camera." ... His calm eyes pierced all my pretense. Yu Huai looked at me sarcastically with drooping eyelids, and turned to the side. The big sun that was blocked by his head just now dazzled my dog's eyes with golden light in the viewfinder frame. Our head teacher is a freshly graduated college student who teaches physics. His name is Zhang Ping.

In the process of queuing up to enter the classroom, I heard many parents' dissatisfied complaints. "The woman in the linen dress just now insisted on going up to draw lots on behalf of everyone, and walked onto the stage without asking for opinions. Whose parent is that? It's really embarrassing." "I just got such a newly assigned little teacher. He's still a man. Can he manage the class well? It's the first time I teach a class, and I don't know what level it is." "Looking at that appearance, I can't calm down these students. What if the class is messed up?" I was suddenly curious. Thirty years from now, will I also become such an aunt who cares about my children all day long without logic and self-cultivation? Or, full of logic and self-cultivation, but never panic about their children, just like my parents? I suddenly turned my head to look at Yu Huai.The seats in the classroom were not assigned, and everyone sat casually, so naturally he sat next to me.At that moment, I had a ridiculous question in my mind, if this boy became a father, what would it be like to be with his son? Every child in this classroom who hides his expectation and excitement with an indifferent expression, every child who thinks he is standing on a platform that is much higher than his peers, and every future winner who is full of various expectations and goals and is determined to win , thirty years later, what will it look like? I saw various relatives during the holidays, and was patted and praised by adults. They said, "Oh, Zhenhua, isn't entering Zhenhua the same as entering Peking University or Tsinghua University?" I smile. Shen Qi back then, in our hearts, was like stepping into Zhenhua with one foot.However, it is the other foot that really determines fate. I sigh softly. Yu Huai turned his head: "What's wrong with you?" My brain short-circuited, and I blurted out: "Tell me, what would you look like if you became a father?" He blushed, and so did I. What's wrong?I found that since I was admitted to Zhenhua, my IQ has remained the same, but my EQ has been approaching the top students and has steadily declined. For a long time, Zhang Ping was sorting out all kinds of materials to be distributed in front of the podium. The new students in the class whispered and introduced each other, but we sat in the corner of the last row like two stone sculptures. Just when I turned my head in embarrassment to look at the bustling parents outside the window under the sun, he suddenly said seriously: "Conservative estimation, it should depend on what kind of mother the child is."