Chapter 34 Hey, classmate, please teach me this question
Nan Jia picked up the exercise book with her right hand and was about to take it back, but Mo Yan suddenly held her hand down. His right hand was pressed tightly, and there were creases on the exercise book.
Mo Yan raised his eyes to look at Nan Jia, his eyebrows were filled with depression, and his eyes were also covered with a layer of darkness. It was unclear whether the tone of his voice was more of an order or more of begging: "Nannan, don't ask others."
His sincere attitude stunned Nanjia for a moment, and she responded with a smile: "Okay, don't ask anyone else."
Mo Yan retracted his hand, Nanjia put the exercise book in front of him, then closed the exercise book and put it into his school bag.
It was as if his actions told Mo Yan that he would not ask others.
Her movements of collecting the books were smooth and smooth, without any hesitation. But Mo Yan was still unhappy. He lowered his head and asked softly: "Nan Nan, do you think I'm useless?"
Mo Yan has low self-esteem? This frightened Nanjia, and she quickly explained: "No, I can't do that question either."
Thinking of her desire not to let him become a scientist, she patted Mo Yan on the shoulder. , with a serious look on his face: "It's good that you don't know how to do questions, so we are a good match. If you make me stupid because you are a top student, I will feel inferior. I like you the way you are now."
So don’t change! It's best to keep things as they are.
Mo Yan smiled, Nan Nan's tone was always so sincere when comforting others.
Mo Yan's smile made Nan Jia feel a little scared. She quickly rescued her: "Don't laugh, what I said is true."
"Yeah" Mo Yan smiled and rubbed his eyebrows. He rubbed Nanjia’s hair.
Nanjia quietly asked Qiu Shengsheng: "What does he mean by this? Does he understand what I mean?"
Will she be self-defeating?
"I can't guess what the master is thinking."
Nan Jia really wanted to shake Mo Yan hard and yell at him: This is really good, she likes him who is silly and fufu!
Half a month later, Nan Jia looked at her academic performance like Mo Yan who was riding a rocket. She really wanted to explode!
Ah! How come this person can’t understand human language!
"Nan Nan, there is actually a remedy. You convince him not to let him become a scientist."
The corners of Nan Jia's lips raised and a fake smile appeared on her face: "Mo Yan, what is your future ideal?"
Mo Yan asked back: "What do you want me to do?"
Nan Jia looked at Mo Yan carefully and smiled mischievously: "You will do whatever I say?"
Mo Yan leaned back on the chair and crossed his legs: "Tell me about it"
"Chairman! Rich!"
Mo Yan's lips froze, her thoughts were really ordinary.
Nan Jia noticed Mo Yan's expression and she relaxed: "Is it difficult? In fact, it doesn't matter..." As long as you are not a scientist
"It's not difficult"
Mo Yan Agreeing, Nan Jia immediately became happy. She pointed at Mo Yan and shouted: "It's agreed, but we can't change it."
"Yeah"
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The happiest thing about May is the sports meeting, because there is no need to go to class.
What makes Nanjia even more happy is that she did not participate in any projects!
Leaning back on the chair, with a parasol above her head to block the sun, and milk tea snacks at hand, Nanjia felt so happy that she was bubbling with joy.
Wu Congcong looked at Nan Jia's expression of enjoyment and became angry.
She stretched out her foot and kicked Nanjia's stool hard. The stool tilted. Nanjia was not injured, but the potato chips that had torn the package in her hand spilled all over the floor from the opening.
When Nanjia eats, he likes to tear the packaging bag to the maximum extent, so that he can eat happily.
Because of this, a lot of potato chips were scattered. Looking at the few potato chips left in the bag, Nanjia's anger ignited.
Nan Jia stood up and kicked Wu Congsong in the leg socket. Wu Congsong was almost kicked to the ground. Fortunately, she quickly held onto another classmate's stool to avoid making a fool of herself.
Lin Feng looked at Mo Yan, who was smiling at the corner of his mouth, and reminded: "Hey, aren't you going to help Nan Jia?"
"No." Mo Yan followed Nan Jia's figure with gentle eyes. I don’t see her being so fierce anymore.
Gao Yiming looked at Mo Yan as if he was watching a show: "Tsk tsk tsk, aren't you afraid that she will suffer a loss?"
"Suffer a loss?" Mo Yan seemed to have heard a joke, Nanjia would not suffer a loss. .
Before Wu Congsong could stand up, Nan Jia pinched the back of Wu Congsong’s neck and said with great force: “Apologise”
Even though her neck was held down, Wu Congcong refused to give in because she looked down on Nan Jia, who smelled poor and sour: "Apologise to you? In my dream, you are a fucking bun seller, and you dare to yell at me? You...ah!"
Nan Jia dragged Wu Congsong forward for two steps. She squatted down, picked up the potato chips on the ground and stuffed them into Wu Congsong's chattering mouth.
"Ah... bah bah bah" Wu Congcong's face turned pale, and she quickly spit out the potato chips in her mouth. She could feel the dirt on those potato chips because her mouth now tasted earthy.
"Nanjia, I think you don't want to live anymore! Do you know that I can get you out of school?"
The two of them were making too much noise, and the director heard Shouting, he turned to look at Nanjia.
Seeing that the person being bullied was Wu Congcong, he shouted from a distance: "Let go, what are you doing?"
The director came quickly, two steps into one, and came in long strides.
Nanjia hesitated for a second, should he let go?
"It's okay" Mo Yan said softly, which instantly gave Nanjia confidence, and her slightly relaxed fingers tightened again.
Nan Jia even reached out and patted Wu Congcong on the head, like patting a watermelon.
Seeing that Nan Jia hadn't let go, the director was so angry that his beard was about to split. He didn't take himself seriously: "You...you, I asked you to let go, didn't you hear? Are you deaf?"
Just when the director rushed to Nan Jia, Mo Yan suddenly appeared and stopped the director.
Fortunately, the director stopped the car and avoided hitting Mo Yan.
The director said in a good temper: "Classmate Mo, get out of the way."
Mo Yan was 1.88 meters tall. He lowered his head and looked at the director expressionlessly and said slowly: "Director , if you don't care about some things at the beginning, it won't make sense if you don't care about them later.
In aristocratic schools, some students from ordinary families are often bullied, and teachers often choose to turn a blind eye. As long as the trouble is not too big, they will let it go.
Ignore you when you are being bullied, but do you care when others resist? Doesn't it make sense?
The director looked past Mo Yan to see Wu Congcong's condition. Seeing that her face was red, the director was a little anxious: "Classmate Mo, let's talk about this later, I..."
Mo Yan stood still and blocked the situation. He said quietly in front of him: "Director, Nanjia is my person."
The director was stunned for a moment and began to make calculations in his mind. He felt that it was better to offend the Wu family than offend the Mo family.
After thinking about it, the director looked at Mo Yan with a smile and praised: "I heard that Mr. Mo has been studying very hard recently and is expected to be among the top in the class."
"Well, I have been studying a little harder recently."< br>
The two began to chat casually, but the director's eyes would glance back from time to time. No matter what, he had to make sure that Wu Congcong would not be bullied too badly.
When you encounter bullying on campus, you must not endure it. The more you tolerate it, the more likely you will be bullied, so you must resist. But you can't do stupid things. You don't have to risk yourself for a group of mentally retarded people. If you can't handle it yourself, tell your parents, teachers, or call the police. Don't swallow your anger.
When I was in school, my male classmates often bullied me. Once I was so angry that I started fighting with him in English class. From then on, he never dared to bully me. Putting up with it won't solve the problem.
(End of this chapter)