Chapter 3 Chapter 2

How can you say that Shen Jiayi is an obasan?Shen Jiayi is really an invincible and talkative girl, I must always emphasize this point. Shen Jiayi lives in Dazhu, Changhua, far away, but because of the early school bus, Shen Jiayi always arrives very early, and sits at seven o'clock to review her homework. Every morning I ride my bicycle to school, staggering, sleepy, and throwing my breakfast into the drawer, I am used to lying down on the table and falling asleep immediately, but Shen Jiayi will pick up the pen and stab at my back lightly, stab again, stab again, Until I got up with blurred eyes and turned to talk to her.

"Ke Jingteng, let me tell you, a stray dog ​​called Xiaobai came to our door yesterday..." "...Xiaobai? Why do stray dogs have names?" "Of course we took it. Oh, let me tell you, that little white is really clean. My sister fed it yesterday, and it still wagged its tail..." "Such a sensible dog, if you like it, you can raise it? A stray dog ​​is not a stray dog ​​if it has a name." "No, I can't have dogs at home." "You're a bastard, you're responsible for its life after picking a name, aren't you?" "...Your thinking is naive."

Before the self-study starts at 7:30 am, Shen Jiayi always "seizes the opportunity" to tell me what happened in her house yesterday, no matter how big or small, Shen Jiayi can talk about trivial things very happily. Sometimes I would listen to her quietly while eating breakfast, and sometimes I would keep complaining.The appearance of her happily chatting about the little things in life often makes me laugh and cry. It turns out that such a little adult who studies hard and studies so hard, but in private is so fond of nonsense.On the surface, I pretended to be dispirited, so as to make Shen Jiayi tell me all this nonsense even harder.

If I lie on my seat and pretend to sleep, let Shen Jiayi's pen harass my back for too long, but I still don't do anything, Shen Jiayi will pull off the cap of the pen and stab my back hard, the pain is so great that I have to turn around in shock . "Why did you sleep so hard, did you stay up late yesterday?" Shen Jiayi put away her pen, without a trace of guilt in her eyes. "Damn, it hurts! It hurts so hard." I complained, it really hurts, and the ballpoint pen will leave ugly blue spots on my white uniform. "Are you staying up late to study? Your eyes are red." Shen Jiayi spoke in Obasan's tone again.

"If I'm studying, you good students still have to hang around? Of course I stay up all night drawing comics." I rubbed my eyes. "By the way, did you watch Chibi Maruko yesterday? It's really funny, Chibi Maruko's grandfather Momozo..." Shen Jiayi started the topic excitedly. Often, while eating steamed buns and eggs, while watching Shen Jiayi talking, I couldn't help feeling strange in my heart: such an excellent and good student like Shen Jiayi is always pushing me --- a person who looks at it from any angle. The "morning paper" by all bad bad students is hilarious.What made me even more complacent was that the more I complained, the more Shen Jiayi continued to work hard.

Later, Shen Jiayi developed a bad habit of chatting with me in self-study classes. The content of the chats ranged from the teaching methods of the geography teacher to the great love spirit of the Tzu Chi Merit Association. One advantage of chatting with good students is that when the head of the discipline section registers for noisy lists, he will involuntarily avoid good students who are also talkative. Bullying evil and fearing kindness is a typical example of the discipline section chief Cao Guosheng. So we chatted unscrupulously, and Shen Jiayi and I became very inappropriate friends just like that.

Whether it is now or in the past, grades are definitely an important criterion for teachers to measure the value of a student. No matter what special talents a student possesses (painting, music, karate, playing rubber bands, etc.), as long as his grades are not good enough, he will be considered "not keeping his duty" and will give his attention to "heresy".Conversely, as long as a student with good grades is a little bit outstanding in other fields, the teacher will think "it is too outstanding, even this!", and cherish it in the palm of his hand. Of course, our school Jingcheng Middle School is no exception.

For the results of the monthly exam, the school has set up a grade level called "red list". Good students who rank in the top 60 in the school in the monthly test can be ranked in the so-called red list. The names of these people will be written in red with a brush. On the big paper, stick it in the middle corridor Guangzong Yaozu. "How close are you to the red list this time?" has also become a grade division among students asking each other. The number of people entering the red list in each class symbolizes the "national strength" of a class and also represents the "brand" of a class.The more people occupying the red list, the brighter the smile on Director Lai's face, and the honor of other subject teachers.

"If the number of people on the red list is the first in the whole grade this time, the teacher will take you to Puli during the holiday." Chinese teacher Zhou Shuzhen announced, and the whole class burst into cheers. The red list... none of my business. Although it’s none of my business, I’m studying in the art gifted class. Art is an illusory adjective, gifted class is a noun, so there are a lot of students in our class who are good at studying. After each monthly exam, the head of the red list will be counted. The number is always in the top three of the whole grade.It wouldn't be a surprise to rush into the first place this time.

"Get into the red list... Excuse me, Shen Jiayi, who has excellent grades, have you ever fallen out of the red list?" I took a ballpoint pen as a microphone and put it in front of Shen Jiayi pretendingly. "Don't be so naive, okay?" Shen Jiayi's grades are super good, and she is often in the top ten of the school. "Hey, you're a fart! How many hours do you spend studying every day?" I retorted. "Ke Jingteng, if you study hard every day, you will definitely be able to enter the red list." Shen Jiayi looked at me seriously. "I know, I'm so smart that even I'm afraid of myself." I giggled, not guilty at all.

As for my unreasonable self-confidence, it really is unreasonable, a natural fart smell. The monster Zheng Mengxiu was my best friend at the time, and his family looked quite rich. He would buy the latest issue of "Youth Express" every week, and often lent me "Youth Express" to read at home, and care about Super Saiyans together. The latest BL status with Frieza.But it's incomprehensible that even if I'm as familiar as a monster, I'm inexplicably confident in me. The monster lives in the small town of Lukang. After school, I often wait for the school bus with the monster while reading comics. "Ke Jingteng, you often talk to Shen Jiayi recently." The monster sat under the tree and looked at the sky. "Yeah." I flipped through "Youth Express". "Isn't this strange? What is she telling you?" The monster still looked at the sky. He keeps looking at the sky, which makes me think that people who always look at the sky are a little brainless. "Talk about everything." I frowned and continued to turn the page. "But her grades are so good, how can she have something to tell you?" The monster looked at the sky, and his neck didn't feel sore. "Monster." I didn't put down the manga and picked my nose. "Punching shrimp?" The monster was confused by the floating clouds in the sky. "I'm a special person," I said, looking at the green boogers on my fingers. "Really?" the monster asked blankly. "Really, sometimes I'm so special that I'm even afraid of myself!" I glued my booger to the monster's blue schoolbag. After the monthly exam, we were already sitting on the bus to Puli. How does it feel to sit in front of Shen Jiayi? It's very clichéd, just like the seventy-second formula out of the ninety-nine formulas in love stories, compared to Shen Jiayi's excellent homework, I am a ridiculous student with poor grades in school. My mathematics is completely rotten, because I can't even understand the basic concept of negative and negative, and the factorization... well-decomposed, what a big head ghost?Not surprisingly, I seldom passed the monthly mathematics test, and even set an embarrassing record of 48, the highest score in the monthly mathematics test of the entire first grade!In addition to mathematics, physics and chemistry, which also require brains, are also shaky. As long as there is a slight change in the test questions, I will show him to death. All in all, there are more than 500 students in the whole grade, and I often wander around more than 400. However, I was in an art class at the time, and I was very serious about becoming a cartoonist in the future. No matter in class or after class, I would draw comic strips in the blank homework book, and the stories I drew were circulated in the class in the form of serials. Don't care about school grades.don't care, don't care... Back to the question: what is it like to sit in front of Shen Jiayi? I have to admit it painfully...embarrassed, embarrassed, uncomfortable. "Ke Jingteng, don't you think it's childish to be noisy in class?" Shen Jiayi said this lightly from behind my back. "How should I put it... Everyone has their own way of teaching..." I forced a smile and answered incoherently. "So you chose the most naive one?" Shen Jiayi's tone was not reproachful, but only vaguely mature. "..." I picked my nostrils resentfully, looking at her short mushroom head hair. "I think you can spend your time elsewhere." Shen Jiayi looked into my eyes. "..." I instinctively felt tiny and pulled my fingers out of my nostrils. What a goddamn thing. If Shen Jiayi asked me, why did I disturb the order?Then I can laugh and answer, I'm just bad, so bad, but it's none of your business? Shen Jiayi can also scold me hard, telling me to keep order and not cause trouble for her.Then I can retaliate, let me die?What a great result! However, Shen Jiayi chose to use the word "childish". Students with good homework are everywhere, but Shen Jiayi's good girl upbringing that I can't describe, that "in my eyes, you're just a kid who doesn't know what you're doing" mature temperament completely overwhelmed me. Ke had to die. So I fell into a strange dilemma.While other regulars on the blacklist, such as Yang Zeyu, Xu Zhizhang, Li Fengming, Liao Yinghong, etc. continued to disturb the class order and made everyone laugh, but because I wanted to tell a joke, a voice "really Childish," sighed, and had no choice but to grab his hair and give up. When I turned around, I saw Shen Jiayi's eyes were so clear and glowing, she was looking at me without hesitation. "Hey, don't worry, if I continue to make noise in class, Director Lai will change my seat, and then you don't have to worry about it!" I frowned, a little annoyed. "You are actually very smart. If you study hard, your grades should be much better." Shen Jiayi said lightly. The answer is simply irrelevant! "Hey, isn't this nonsense? I'm so smart that I'm afraid of myself!" I pushed back. "Then study hard, private schools are very expensive!" Shen Jiayi began to look like an old woman. So we chatted like this, in a "my life needs to be fixed" kind of way. Shen Jiayi's quirk is that she loves to chatter. She is only fifteen years old and talks like an adult. What's more serious is that Shen Jiayi actually thinks about the future (Hey! Take it easy!).But the problem that I can't get rid of is naivety, hopelessly naivety. For things like the future that don't go to the village and don't go to the store, isn't it as simple as "I will become a super cool cartoonist one day" something? In short, the energies of Shen Jiayi and me are constantly in a state of "neutralization". Ordinary people who can't get up.Terrible. But it is undeniable that Shen Jiayi is really a girl who is easy to make people feel comfortable. She has no boring good student airs, and she has never heard of her own homework, especially in the daily conversations with Shen Jiayi. My feeling of shame soon became superfluous.After all, it is very rare to meet such a beautiful and young Obasan.