I am ordinary and poor, and I was slapped by a girl who drives a BMW at home. How can I fight back?

Liking Shen Jing is probably the longest thing I have insisted on in my life.

He didn't transfer to our 14 class until the first semester. The spirit of our school is not good, and falling in love and fighting are common.

As soon as he came, because of his tough style and superb combat effectiveness, he gained a resounding reputation in his grade. Even senior three students, few people dared to provoke him.

But these have nothing to do with me. Our only contact at that time was that he was my front desk.

During the day, he never attends class, but lies prone on the table, showing his wheat-colored neck. When studying at night, he will confidently go back and copy my deskmate's homework. After copying, he will put his hand directly on our desktop.

I look down on him.

At that time, the class was obviously divided into three factions, one was a class cadre who was regarded as a treasure by the teacher because of his good grades; A class of ordinary students who bury themselves in reading all day like me and take the words of their parents and teachers as the imperial edict, but have no sense of existence because of their average grades; The rest are bad students who give up their studies and fight at school every day. Three types of people look down on each other and have little contact with each other.

One day at noon, I was eating in the canteen, and when I was about to pour the leftovers from my plate, I accidentally stepped on the music committee member in my class.

Music Commissioner Zhao Manxing is the most beautiful girl in our class and has the most violent temper. She immediately put down the spoon, turned to stare at me, and her voice was as loud as a wolf's cry: "Do you have eyes?" This is my new sports shoes. "

I was scared and stood still.

She shouted impatiently, "Why are you standing there apologizing?"

I looked pale and bowed my head and said, "I'm sorry."

"Are you a mosquito? Who can hear such a voice? "

The line of sight of the front and back tables has turned. I was just an invisible man in my class. The first time I received such great attention, I actually angered the man of the hour in my class and turned red in the face.

"Say it again", her domineering instructions.

I closed my eyes and said "I'm sorry" again.

"Show off what English you think I don't understand!" She suddenly stood up, and before I could react, Zhao Manxing had raised her hand and slapped me.

At that time, I felt insulted for the first time in my life. My fingers clung to the plate, and at that moment I just wanted to buckle it upside down on her delicate and twisted face.

But I dare not.

Zhao Manxing's father is a local businessman. He often drives a black BMW to see his daughter off, and even the class teacher often flatters her. Even if she is confused all the time, she can still get the student representative award in her class. Every time someone annoys her, she threatens to let her recognized brother stand up for her.

My parents are just farmers. They just told me to be patient in everything.

I didn't strike back, lowered my head and put it back on the plate and left in a hurry, for fear that tears would fall in front of anyone.

I look down on my cowardly self.

From that day on, Zhao Manxing often satirized me in class. From my appearance to my clothes, she doesn't like me. She even nicknamed me "poor woman". Driven by her, my classmates began to reject me collectively, and even my deskmate gradually dared not be with me.

I am becoming more and more withdrawn, and I put all my energy into my study, hoping to find a game in my study. One night in self-study, the math teacher arranged a quiz, and Zhao Manxing passed the answer to others. As a result, the note was lost, right at my feet. She motioned for me to pass it on to the people behind, and I bowed my head and ignored her.

The math teacher happened to pass by. He picked up the note and opened it. After reading it, he was livid and asked the person who lost the note to stand up.

"Teacher, Bai Chen's feet are hers, of course," said Zhao Manxing in front.

"Not me," I quickly denied.

"Lie, don't believe me, ask someone else?" , said Zhao Manxing full of malice.

There was silence in the classroom. Several boys bowed their heads and no one looked at me.

The math teacher gave me a look and frowned. "Come to my office after class."

I didn't excuse myself, just holding the pen tightly and kicking the partition in front of the table with cotton shoes.

"Teacher", Shen Jing, who had been lying on the table, suddenly raised his hand: "I lost it."

He propped up his chin and turned a pen quickly in his right hand. He said in a lazy tone, "I don't want to take the exam." You let me stand outside and blow. "

The math teacher flew into a rage and scolded him. Not only did he stand for a night self-study, but he also ordered Shen to stand outside, and he was not allowed to set foot in the classroom in next week's math class.

I always feel I should thank Shen Jing, but I always don't know how to say it.

From that day on, I will put my homework on his desk. I think this is the only way I can repay him.

At the same time, my thoughts began to wander in class. When listening to the class, my eyes often stay on Shen Jing's back and look at his short neck when he is prone on the table.

That was the closest I had to him in my whole junior high school.

A month later, Shen Jing was caught fighting with senior students in the toilet, and was punished by the patrol age director, who needed to suspend school and go home temporarily.

Shen Jing's parents also came to school. They sat in the office all noon. Finally, Shen Jing went through the transfer formalities.

I thought I would never see Shen Jing again. On the day he left, many classmates surrounded him and said goodbye to him.

In fact, we students all know that Shen Jing didn't deliberately start the toilet fight. A group of seniors pay attention to our classmates on the floor, and often threaten boys who go to the toilet with knives to give them pocket money.

Unfortunately, I thought about it ten thousand times that day and even wrote a letter, but I couldn't tell Shen Jing.

Endless ending, like everything in my life.

2

After entering high school, I met Shen Jing in my new school.

To my surprise, Shen Jing has changed.

He still despised authority and was fearless, but he became an excellent student.

At the time of the first age monthly exam, Shen Jing's performance was far ahead, ranking first. He even spoke as an outstanding student representative in the speech under the national flag that week.

I have forgotten the theme and content of his speech, but that day, Shen Jing wore the school uniform of No.1 Middle School and a big white school uniform on him. Not only not ugly, but also like a handsome guy in a TV series. From that day on, some girls in the school named him Xiaocao.

Shen Jing didn't take the manuscript, and stood confidently and easily in front of the whole school. He also set up several jokes from time to time to make the following students laugh. At the end, the students applauded even more warmly than the president's speech.

Sometimes we will walk across the campus, and he seems to forget me completely and look at me like a stranger. I'm a little lucky and a little sad. Fortunately, he doesn't remember my cowardice in junior high school. Sadly, I left no trace in his heart.

In a certain mood, I signed up for the campus debate club, and the second year of the interview asked me to speak impromptu. When I stood at the counter, my legs were shaking, and I stumbled over a paragraph.

The senior turned over a pile of newspapers on the desktop with his head down and told me to go back and wait for the notice with a straight face.

I packed my things and walked out of the newly recruited classroom, knowing that I would definitely be brushed off.

When I passed the corner, a figure rushed over. I was immersed in my emotions and didn't pay attention. Although I stood firm, my manuscript paper was scattered all over the floor.

I'm sorry, the other party apologized politely, and squatted down to help me pick up the paper on the ground.

He is such a tall boy that I can only see his back. Under his short black hair, it is a neck that I have seen countless times before. I found it in junior high school. Shen Jing's neck is longer than most boys, and the lines extending from the shoulder and neck to the side face are particularly smooth and beautiful, like the lines of trees fluttering in the spring breeze, and there is a kind of line sculpture beauty carefully created by artists.

After he picked it up, he gave me all the manuscript papers. I saw his face up close for the first time. Although it was only a short moment, he continued to move forward, but I still remember the feeling at that time.

The whole head seemed to explode, and the fireworks all over the sky bloomed in my mind. The moment he looked up at me, those amber eyes were deeply imprinted in my mind, and I couldn't get rid of them. I play them over and over again in my mind.

Followed by a deep sadness, especially when looking in the mirror every morning. It feels like Shen Jing and I are from two different worlds. He is the creator's special preference, and I am just a small mud spot spilled by Nu Wa when she created man.

In order to catch up with him, I can only study harder and try to participate in many extracurricular activities that I have never been exposed to.

At that time, I forced myself to walk out of the narrow world with only one motivation, that is, I hoped to appear gracefully in front of him and be remembered by him one day.

But soon, my heart was broken.

At the New Year's Day party, he was elected as one of the hosts at that time, and his partner was Zhao Manxing, whom I had known since the first day of junior high school.

They often stay together, and gossip about them begins to spread in the school. It is said that Zhao Manxing is chasing him. I didn't want to believe it until one day on the playground, I saw Zhao Manxing resting his head on his shoulder.

At that moment, I felt all my efforts were like a joke.

Zhao Manxing completely frustrated my self-confidence in junior high school. My parents often say that bad people get what they deserve, but she has never been punished for all my actions. She also has a beautiful face that all boys like. Under the cover of this face, it seems that all her actions are worthy of forgiveness.

No one will remember my injury except myself.

Under this blow, my whole person inevitably fell into a depressed state of mind. I feel that every day's life is very painful, but it was also during that time that my grades began to improve rapidly. I often see Shen Jing on campus. He likes to play basketball with other boys on the playground for a while during the big break. Zhao Manxing is always sitting next to her with a bunch of dog legs. She is no longer as arrogant as before, but has long hair and a long skirt. She proudly stood on the edge of the basketball and handed Shen Jing water, which actually prevented other girls from getting close to Shen Jing.

Handsome men and beautiful women look as if they were made for each other. I no longer consciously go to the playground to look for his back. I stay in the classroom all day and study like a computer virus.

After the mid-term exam, I accidentally got the first place in the same age.

three

After the results came down, the class teacher asked me to prepare a speech under the national flag.

Thinking that Shen Jing might hear my speech, I changed the manuscript ten times and recited it countless times.

However, in the flag-raising speech on Monday, Shen Jing did not stand in the team of her class. It seems that he didn't come to school.

I finished all the contents of the manuscript according to the original preparation. Although not as wonderful as his performance, I have confidence in my ability, because this is something I have prepared countless times, and I believe I can recite it.

I think it was then that I understood how to overcome the challenge.

The only pity is that the audience I want most didn't come.

When I walked into the classroom of Class One after the placement of liberal arts in Grade Two, the first thing I saw was Shen Jing.

At the beginning of school that day, he was wearing a blue and white sweater, washed white jeans and Nike sneakers. The whole person is like a model coming down from a fashion magazine, standing out from the crowd in the gloomy class.

I believe everyone will see him at first sight when they come in, and they can only see him.

He became a class monitor, and I tried to run for class cadre for the first time out of an unspeakable mind. Fortunately, I finally got the status of a study committee member. However, the convenience of the position has not improved our relationship. Even in the same class, there is still no communication between us. There are always countless people looking for him, and he is becoming more and more indifferent. He doesn't even say a word unless necessary. Sometimes Zhao Manxing comes to the class to look for him, but he turns a blind eye.

I met Zhao Manxing once, and she seems to forget my name. She just shouted, "That man, call Shen Jing out of your class."

This time I didn't hesitate, only said one word: "No."

She glared at me and said nothing more.

Next semester, Shen Jing began to change again, and his lawless and unscrupulous personality in junior high school seemed to return to him.

As the top ten in his age group, he gave up his studies halfway and went to the studio every day to stay with a group of art candidates, ready to embark on the road of painting.

One day I went to the office to get my physics homework and saw him standing next to the head teacher, surrounded by teachers from all disciplines. They are all trying to persuade him to give up, but the besieged Shen Jing always shook his head firmly.

"I just want to do what I want to do."

Back in the classroom, Shen Jing's words are still ringing in my ears.

Do what you want.

What does Shen Jing really want to do? What is more important than the college entrance examination?

Then I began to ask myself, Bai Chen, what do you want to do?

I found my mind blank.

I was taught to study hard since I was a child, but I never thought about what I would do after studying hard. What's the point of thinking about such a thing?

But in front of a group of teachers, Shen Jing, who said this sentence firmly and unquestionably, is really different. It seems that there is a sun behind him, shining with dazzling light.

Later, Shen Jing seldom went to the classroom again. He often stays in the studio for one night and comes to class at noon the next day. Everyone agrees that he should take the road of art students. In the whole depressed and clockwork class, he stood out from the crowd.

After the second half of the semester, transfer to Art Candidates class. I heard that he didn't come to school again, but painted directly at home.

Many people talk about him and always say that he is ruining his future. However, I think of the evening self-study in junior high school again and again. At that moment when I was disheartened, he was the only one who raised his lonely hand in the silent classroom.

"He won't give up, he has his own judgment", I thought silently in my mind.

On New Year's Eve, like a thief, I sent the first message to Shen Jing's mobile phone number for the first time.

I had a hard time getting my mobile phone number from the boys in my class. I didn't say my identity, but wrote some words of comfort and support in the tone of a junior high school classmate, and visited him in the following year.

A day later, he replied to me with two words, "Thank you."

A minute later, he sent me another short message: "Happy New Year to you, too", followed by a lovely smiling face.

I hold my mobile phone and giggle at his New Year greetings all day.

From then on, we started chatting on the Internet intermittently. Shen Jing in the text message is completely different from him at school. He lost his unattainable appearance and the aura that kept strangers at a distance, but he was particularly sincere.

We like to chat in the evening, sometimes talking about books and sometimes talking about movies. In the process of chatting with him, I always look up all kinds of materials quickly. Because of him, I began to know many foreign directors, writers and musicians. I didn't expect that there were so many things in his spiritual world. Although he is about the same age, he reveals ideas far beyond mine.

He likes to add all kinds of facial expressions to short messages. I can't help but imitate his tone and use his favorite facial expressions. He will directly say, you have to have yourself. Sometimes he will be very depressed, saying that today's painting was scolded by the teacher, and then he will sigh, "Everyone else is hell."

We almost sent hundreds of text messages, and every time I wait for him to reply to my text message, it is my fastest pleasure and expectation.

The good times didn't last long. When I got home one day, my mother sat on the sofa, with her head down and motionless. And dad stood outside on the balcony, smoking without saying a word.

I feel a little uncomfortable. When my mother saw me, the first sentence began to sneer: "Why are you so shameless?"

"What do you mean?"

She held out her hand and opened her palm. My mobile phone flashed in her hand: "Well done, Bai Chen."

Mom's mouth kept opening and closing, like a loaded gun, shooting one bullet after another at me:

"We worked hard to earn money for your study, and as a result, you are engaged in online dating here?"

"We'll buy you clothes and mobile phones. Find it yourself. Which of your notebooks and pens is not our money? Ah? "

"Your father and I have worked hard for the rest of our lives, and we haven't enjoyed any good news. Who are we all for? "

"We do cattle and horses for you, and this is how you repay us?"

She put down the phone in disappointment: "I have scolded that man, and you are not allowed to contact him again."

"Ah-"she suddenly screamed.

I rushed to get the phone back from her hand, and the next second I was caught by her hair, and then "bang", my face was burning with pain.

"Well," I covered my face and tried my best not to let the tears stay. "Don't raise me in the future."

Then I rushed out of the house and ran aimlessly to the front. I don't know what to do. I just want to go straight ahead and leave everything behind. I ran through the surging crowds and busy streets and finally stopped in front of a river. The whole river was dark, and I could only see the lights in the distance.

I squatted on the ground and cried for a while, dried my tears and sat down along the chair by the river.

I don't want to go home, but I have nowhere to go.

I remembered the short message Shen Jing sent me the night before. He said that he was training in an art classroom in Beijing.

At that moment, I made up my mind that I would go to Beijing once. (novel title: "I finally turned a cocoon into a butterfly", by Dawn. From: read some stories every day and watch more exciting content)