After this incident was exposed, there were more visitors in the class, most of whom ca to see Feng Yiping, of course, under the guise of asking questions. What's more, to the envy of Xiao Zhijie and Feng Wen, as well as the other male students in the class, most of those who ca were girls.
Feng Yiping was really a little taken aback. He didn't expect these female classmates to be so bold. Especially after dinner, when there was still an hour before evening study, often one girl would just leave with her books, and imdiately another girl would co, so asking about howork, so bringing their own stories to be corrected, so coming to borrow notes, and so coming to borrow books. Feng Yiping didn't have any books to lend, but that's okay, I have a few world classics, I'll bring them next ti.
Feng Yiping was a little flattered, but also a little overwheld. So of the girls were already asking him about his family! How could teenage girls be so troubleso?
As a result, Feng Yiping had no choice but to go to his horoom teacher's house every day after dinner. As for music, Mr Zhu didn't have much to teach anymore. Feng Yiping could now read music and could write down the general musical notation after listening to a song a few tis. An amateur teacher could only produce amateur students.
In art, there is no end to what you can achieve. Last sester, Feng Yiping was laying the foundations, and from this sester onwards, Mr Zhu has asked him to draw a picture every week. Although his level is still not very good, he knows his own strengths and weaknesses. Although he doesn't have any talent in this area, he has definitely made so progress!
At least, he is no longer a layman. He has so idea of how to compose a picture, and the rest is just hard work, learning and drawing more. Although his best result may be so diocre work with no distinguishing features, it is enough for him.
Wang Yumin has higher expectations of him, especially in composition. First-year students have to write an average of one composition per week, with no less than 800 words. This week, the three Chinese teachers of the three first-year classes are going to work together to set a topic for the first-year students to compete on. Wang Yumin gives Feng Yiping an ultimatum, telling him to make sure that this composition is so good that the three teachers will be full of praise.
Feng Yiping complained, but Wang Yumin ignored him. He had no choice but to ask Teacher Zhu, 'This is a tid composition, and I'm not sure I can write it well. For example, if you ask Leonardo da Vinci and a farr to draw a cow in a limited ti, he really may not be able to draw it as vividly as the farr, don't you think so, Teacher Zhu?'
Teacher Zhu laughed without saying anything, and did not help out. Feng Yiping was a little annoyed, and just wanted to escape from those enthusiastic girls here. Who would have thought that he had jumped from one fire pit to another. He packed up his stationery, and let out a 'tsk' sound. The two parents-in-law looked at him, and Little Swallow asked, 'What's wrong, Brother Yiping?'
Feng Yiping said, 'I thought Teacher Zhu was a manly man, but I never expected...,' he said, glancing at Teacher Wang and then Teacher Zhu.
'Never expected what?' Teacher Zhu asked him impatiently. Teacher Wang was preparing his lesson and stopped too, scanning the table as if looking for sothing handy.
Feng Yiping patted Xiaoyan's head and said, 'Xiaoyan, I'm leaving.'
When he reached the door, he left behind the words, 'I didn't think I would get bronchitis too.' After saying that, he turned around and ran.
Teacher Zhu laughed out loud, and Wang Yumin tried to chase after him, but it was too late. She could only bla her husband, 'You see, it's all your fault for spoiling him and letting him be so rude, even making jokes like that. I now have no teacherly dignity at all.'
Teacher Zhu said, "Did he say the wrong thing? I'm just a henpecked husband!'
Little Swallow didn't understand the situation and asked her father, "Dad, are you sick?'
Wang Yumin straightened Xiaoyan's bangs and said, 'What, you don't like controlling you? You're impatient, aren't you!'
Teacher Zhu hurriedly said, "Not at all, I need soone to control . Besides, people who listen to their wives are blessed!'
He ran downstairs in one breath, and the sound of his kicking feet made so of the teachers peek out to look. It so happened that Teacher Huang was returning with a bottle of boiled water. "What's wrong, Feng Yiping, did you make Teacher Wang angry?'
Feng Yiping took a breath, 'No, Teacher Huang, how could my obedient student make Teacher Wang angry? I was just playing with Little Swallow, saying that I run very fast.'
On his way back, he speculated that he would not be able to go to Teacher Wang's house for the next few days.
Because of this change, he returned ho relatively early today, but there was sothing different in the classroom. When he saw him co in, many people looked at him ambiguously and smiled, and so female classmates even stuck their heads together and whispered.
When he returned to his seat, Feng Wen and Wen Hong were both looking at him with a kind of 'I'm enjoying the show' look. He was a little puzzled and asked Feng Wen, 'What's going on? Why are you looking at like that?'
Feng Wen didn't say anything, just smiling, and it seed like she was looking at him with a little envy.
Feng Yiping asked Wen Hong, but she didn't say anything either, just gestured for him to open his desk.
Open the desk? Feng Yiping's mind imdiately flashed with the pranks he had seen in those movies, and he took a quick step aside, putting his hands in front of his chest, 'Tell , what's in my desk?'
Feng Wen and Wen Hong looked at each other, unable to believe Feng Yiping's reaction. The other students also looked on, most of them, including the girls, with puzzled expressions.
Xiao Zhijie ca over and helped him open the desk, 'What could it be? Just look!'
Feng Yiping ignored their strange and puzzled looks, and even though they were far apart, he took the biggest book from soone else's desk and placed a 16-page history textbook in front of him. After a while, he saw that there was indeed nothing suspicious popping out of the desk, so he carefully walked back.
He imdiately understood why the people around him were looking at him like that.
There were no chanisms in the desk as he had imagined, only a letter, quietly lying on top of the folded textbooks.
Could it be that? Judging from everyone's expression, it must be. I've never experienced this before, that's why I'm so slow-witted.
Damn it, why did I think the wrong thing? This is going to end badly.
Feng Yiping walked over and pushed Xiao Zhijie back, 'Go, go, go. It's ti for self-study, go back to your seat!'
He took out the letter, and Feng Wen imdiately ca over. Feng Yiping pushed him back and said to Wen Hong, 'Don't you want to control him?'
Wen Hong was taken aback, "Why should I control him?'
Feng Wen imdiately ca over and said, "We are friendly neighbours, you should control too!' The two imdiately started arguing with one saying one thing and the other saying another.
They successfully diverted their attention, and Feng Yiping took out the letter, which consisted of two sheets of paper. The first page was full of writing, and the second page had less writing, but the words were larger than on the first page. In particular, the last few sentences, when he looked at the signature, were from an elentary school classmate, now in the third grade.
He read it quickly, and then stuffed the letter into his pocket. Feng Wen ca over again, saying, 'What's it say? Share it with us!'
Feng Yiping didn't want to deal with him, so he took out his math book and prepared to do his howork. Feng Wen wouldn't let up, 'Tell what it says!'
Feng Yiping rolled his eyes at him, but he was incorrigible. He even reached out to take the letter. At this point, if you told him about privacy or anything, it would be useless.
For so reason, Wen Hong also added fuel to the fire, 'That's right, Feng Yiping, tell what it says, so I can learn from it!'
Feng Yiping was instantly annoyed. Why did won have to make things difficult for won?
He looked around and noticed that many of his classmates were looking over here, whispering to each other and wearing that kind of cheap smile on their faces.
At this ti, they were still very, very conservative. Not to ntion elentary school, the teachers at Liangjiahe Middle School kept a very close eye on the relationships between male and female students. Early love was treated like a scourge.
Moreover, so teachers had a wicked sense of humour. On the one hand, they didn't want this kind of thing to happen among their students, but once they noticed the first signs of it, they were really excited and would do their best to put a stop to it by any ans necessary.
Feng Hongbing once told Feng Yiping that in the second grade, a girl in their class had beco slightly closer to a male classmate who was at the top of the class. In fact, there was no real progress, just a few exchanges of letters. The two families lived close to each other, and they invited each other to go out together a few tis during the holidays and when they ca to school.
Soone reported it, and suddenly it beca a big deal. The class teacher, the head of teaching, the vice-principal, the principal, and the parents were all called in for interviews. In the end, the parents were even invited to the school. I heard that her father even slapped her twice in front of the teachers.
The girl didn't drop out of school at that ti, but she didn't last for more than a sester. Unable to bear the gossip, she finally dropped out of school and went to work in a foreign place.
However, this is not always the case. To put it a bit biased, teachers pay a lot of attention to students with good grades, especially the top students, who are the apple of the teacher's eye.
As for those who have little hope of getting into high school, as long as they don't cause too much trouble, don't show affection in public too often, and don't be stupid enough to flirt in front of the teacher during class, and don't leave any written evidence, such as love letters. Most importantly, don't affect those who are under special protection. The teachers are not so energetic that they are on high alert all the ti, trying hard to explore the slightest hint of a relationship between male and female students.
In short, to quote a later saying, if you don't do sothing stupid, you won't die.
Liu Fei probably thought that it was still like primary school, and that the teachers didn't care much about the budding feelings between male and female students. So in front of many classmates in the classroom, she put a letter in Feng Yiping's desk.
She had broken the two major taboos, and she was completely unaware that her behaviour was like walking into the firing line for Wang Yumin. If Wang Yumin didn't deal with her seriously for this action, it really wasn't like her.
As for how Wang Yumin would find out, don't worry, from now on, there will definitely be many students who will go to her with tales for various purposes.
This may be the first ti that Liu Fei has written what can be tentatively called a love letter to a mber of the opposite sex her age. Normally, years later, this should beco a pink mory for her.
But Feng Yiping could already guess the general direction this matter would take, and it was definitely not going to be a good one. So he really didn't want to get involved, because this would beco a hurdle that Liu Fei could never overco in her youth. At that ti, a girl could not stand up to the teachers and school leaders at all levels, not to ntion the parents who would definitely side with the teachers.
So what should he do?
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