Meng Xiaozhi Sugar Core

"Ah! It's not what you think!" I didn't have time to put on my pants and wanted to run out to call my sister. But I just saw my aunt open the door and walk in. Seeing me at this moment, the vegetable basket she was carrying fell to the ground with a thud. The eggs rolled out of it.

This may be the legendary social death.

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It was so awkward. From a while ago, the three of us sat in the living room, facing each other, but no one spoke. My aunt wanted to speak several times but she held it back, and even my sister turned off the TV.

"Xiao Meng...it's better to call the police!" After holding it in for a long time, the aunt finally uttered half a sentence.

???Call the police?

I was dumbfounded.

"Xiao Meng, I'm sorry for not protecting you!" Auntie suddenly hugged me and said, "Tell me, which boy bullied you?"

??? Do you know now that I was bullied?

"No...no?" I'm not very good at lying. Although I was indeed bullied by a boy, I'm not the kind of person who would suffer a loss.

"Woo~ Xiao Meng, girls shouldn't give away their virginity so easily!"

"Huh?" I pushed my aunt away and said solemnly, "No! I'm still a virgin!" Well, I am absolutely sure of this, because I doubted Wang Zhiyu's words just now, and I checked carefully in the toilet.

"Eh?" Auntie looked puzzled. "What about the wound on your arm and why did you go to the bathroom and take off your pants as soon as you got home?"

Wounds on my arm? I turned around and saw several bloody scratches on my left arm. As for why I went to the bathroom, it was hard to explain.

"Anyway...it's okay. I just got kicked accidentally when I was fighting with a boy, and my thigh hurts a little, so I wanted to see if I was injured." Helplessly, I could only make up a reason that sounded good.

When my aunt heard this, her eyes suddenly dimmed, "It's all my fault."

Huh? What are you imagining? I held my forehead and shook my head, "It's none of Auntie's business, it's okay. Look, the skin is not even scratched." I stretched my arm in front of her, and she took a closer look to make sure there was nothing wrong, then sighed, shook her head, and got up to cook.

I turned around and looked at my sister, she instantly turned her eyes away from me, said “humph”, and ran away.

.........

The days passed quickly, and the end of summer vacation passed in a flash. I didn't leave the house except for the last time I went to school to catch up on my homework. On the one hand, since I became like this and didn't have to work overtime, I suddenly felt that happiness had come to me. I didn't worry about being late for work the next day when I stayed up late at night, and I could sleep until I woke up naturally every day. This kind of life is so nostalgic. On the other hand, I don't seem to have many friends. There are only a few classmates in the address book of my mobile phone, and I don't even have a few QQ friends. The only thing I have is a class group. Just like that, I slept, ate, watched TV, and welcomed the first day of school on September 1st.

Because I had adjusted my schedule in advance, I woke up early at 7:00 that day. After I slowly finished my meal and cleaned up the dishes at home, I suddenly remembered that the junior high school registration seemed to require me to be in the classroom before 8:00, otherwise I would be considered late! It was over, I was late on the first day. I looked at the clock hanging in the living room, which showed 7:55, and ran out with my empty schoolbag on my back.

It was very fast! I closed the door, locked it, and started sprinting in one go. However, when I rushed into the school gate and walked to the front of the classroom, it was already 8:10. At this moment, I was sweating and panting. Fortunately, the teacher seemed to have not arrived in the classroom yet. I took two steps at a time and walked to my seat and sat down. At this moment, I realized that the whole class had been quiet since I entered the classroom, and all eyes were staring at me. Is there something wrong with my dress? It shouldn’t be. I touched my hair. My long hair was tied into a ponytail. I looked at my face and clothes in the mirror on the pencil case. There was nothing wrong. It was just a beautiful face with very simple clothes. Why are you staring at me? In just a moment, everyone started talking, and even the boy sitting next to me sat out.

Am I that scary? Just as I was thinking about what was going on, the students fell silent again. The head teacher walked in from the door. She was a female teacher in her forties, wearing black-framed glasses, dark skin, curly hair, and a serious face. Her high heels made a clacking sound as she walked. The students seemed to be very scared of the sound and lowered their heads. I'm afraid this was the aura unique to the head teacher.

"Class representatives and group leaders, please collect the homework books first." She walked to the podium, moved the stool away and sat down, opened the notebook in her hand and seemed to be counting something.

If I didn’t bring Chapter 4, I wouldn’t have written it!

The quiet classroom suddenly became noisy. The team leaders of each row of seats stood up and collected their homework books from top to bottom. I was not panicked at all. I opened the desk and planned to take out the homework I had just finished and hand it to the team leader. But the moment I opened the desk, I was dumbfounded. The books on the desk were turned into a mess. There was no trace of my homework books and handouts. I had neatly placed my homework books on the top three days ago. I quickly flipped through the bottom, but still found nothing.

Who is it? My blood boiled for a moment. Although I had long been indifferent to studying, this kind of bullying made me feel a little sick. The students around me didn't seem to be abnormal. They were busy sorting out their homework. The group leader also collected the homework and walked in front of me.

They were girls who were about the same height as me, with long black hair, lips as red as vermilion, noses as soft as jade, and eyes flickering under curved eyebrows, staring at me in confusion.

"What are you daydreaming about? Where's your homework?" she spoke, but her tone didn't seem very good. I felt a little embarrassed to be questioned by such a beautiful girl.

"I finished writing it and put it in the table, but it seems to be gone." I sighed and told her the truth.

My face must have been red at this time, not because of lying, nor because of nervousness, but because I felt very embarrassed to embarrass myself in front of a girl. She looked at me, sighed, and said, "I know." The clear and melodious female voice sounded a bit harsh in my ears.

The boy behind me witnessed the whole process. He looked at me with disdain and said to her, "Tang Xin, you don't even need to ask her. She definitely didn't write it!"

"Okay, shut up. Give me your homework."

"Yes~ squad leader."

Not bad, at least I know the girl's name is Tang Xin, and she is the monitor of the class. I am open-minded, so I will just ignore it. The feeling of re-reading junior high school is like playing a game with cheats, unlocking all skills, so what if I lose a few monsters' experience? What if I receive a few punishments? In summary, it doesn't matter.

Before I sat down, the teacher shouted from the podium, "Those who haven't done their homework should stand outside the classroom."

Oh, should I stand there or not? The teacher said that those who didn’t finish their homework should stand outside, but I did finish it! So I sat in my seat obediently, looking like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

Tang Xin finished collecting the homework books in the back row and walked over to me, knocking on my desk. "Aren't you going out?"

"I obviously did my homework." My face turned red and I acted coquettishly. I found that I have been getting better and better at speaking in a girl's tone recently.

Tang Xin obviously didn't expect me to answer like that. She turned her face to the side and said to me, "If you don't bring it, the punishment will be the same as if you didn't write it."

"If you didn't bring it, you didn't write it!" The boy behind me looked at me with a grin.

"Ah, this." I was speechless for a moment.

"Ma Junpeng, just shut up." Tang Xin turned her head and glared at him, then said to me, "Go out and admit your mistake to the teacher. The teacher won't do anything to you. Otherwise, it will be even more troublesome if you are found out for not handing in your homework."

So, I walked out of the classroom in full view of everyone, and there were some people who laughed in low voices. Laugh, laugh, I have nothing to lose anyway. When the homework was collected, there were already seven people standing outside the door. Some of the boys looked like repeat offenders, and their sloppy appearance made it clear that they didn't want to do their homework. There were only two girls, one was me, and the other was a tall girl who looked more mature than me. Although she was wearing a school uniform, the zipper of the clothes was not zipped up properly, but was open, revealing a T-shirt with English printed on it. Her chest was already quite large, and her exquisite figure made the whole outfit full of youthfulness. Seeing that I was looking at her, she seemed to notice my gaze and turned her head to me.

"What?" She was still chewing gum and talking to me while she was eating. Her voice was very nice, childish yet with a hint of royal style. She sounded like the big sister next door.

"Ah, nothing."

I quickly turned my head away, realizing that it was a bit impolite to stare at others. My face felt a little hot, probably red. I seemed to have become particularly shy. What was going on?

At this time, we did not realize the seriousness of the matter. It was not until the morning bell rang and the students left the classroom to eat that I realized that the teacher was using cold violence against us. Damn, my legs are about to break from standing. Feeling a little sore in my legs, I started to stand on one foot and stretch with the other foot.

“Doing gymnastics here?”

The cold voice frightened me so much that I froze. I obviously didn't realize that all the students in the classroom had left and the teacher was already standing next to us.

"Put your hands out." She walked up to the first boy and took out a thick ruler from behind her. It was more like a two-centimeter-thick wooden board than a ruler.

"Snap!" The ruler hit the palm of his hand hard. The intense pain made the boy instinctively shrink his neck and his hand tried to escape from the teacher's hand.

"Still want to escape?"

"No, no... Teacher Ye." The boy's voice was already filled with tears, and it seemed that he had been hit hard.

Oh, your name is Teacher Ye.

Master Ye cut him in the middle!

"Snap!" Another time, Baibai's palm had begun to turn red.

"Pop!" "Pap!" "Pap!"

After five hits in total, my hand was visibly swollen. I was terrified, was I going to be punished like this?

"The other one."

??? If you were standing by my side at this moment, you would surely see three question marks slowly appearing above my head.

Master Ye treated men and women equally, and the girl also received 10 strokes. I even saw tears in her eyes, but she seemed very strong and didn't let them fall. After everyone had received the ruler, it was finally my turn.

"Hand." Master Ye stood in front of me. He was not very tall, just blocking the sunlight in front of me. He stood in front of me like a dark shadow.

I was unwilling to extend my hand and tried to defend myself, "Mr. Ye... No, Mr. Ye, I wrote it."

"hand."

“I don’t know who took the things from my desk.”

"hand."

I still didn't reach out my hand. It looked like she was hitting me so hard that it hurt. My hand would definitely be swollen for several days. I felt very unwilling to do that.

Just when we were both frozen in place, she suddenly grabbed my right hand hidden behind my back and hit me with lightning speed. I subconsciously retracted my hand.

"Crack~"

The ruler hit the fingers of my clenched fist.

"Ahhh!!!" I thought I could hold it back, but I couldn't control myself and it was so loud, and it looked a little cute.

Pain, pain, pain! The piercing pain came from my whole hand. It seemed that because girls' bodies are particularly sensitive, I could no longer tell which specific part of my hand the pain was coming from. I instinctively withdrew my hand quickly. Teacher Ye seemed to be a little frightened. She had never encountered such a situation before, so she did not stop me.

Tears fell uncontrollably from my eyes. I didn't bother to wipe them away. Instead, I looked at Teacher Ye fiercely. I was very angry. I knew that teachers at that time were strict with students and corporal punishment was commonplace. But I couldn't tolerate her not listening to my explanation and forcing corporal punishment on me. What's more, I was a victim of school violence. Instead of investigating, the teacher dealt with all the problems in a simple and rough manner.

The pain made me completely lose the feeling in my right hand, and my whole body was trembling slightly. I turned around and ignored Teacher Ye, and ran down the corridor of the teaching building without looking back.

"Li Xiaomeng, stop right there!"

I heard Teacher Ye chasing me from behind, but she couldn't keep up with me in her high heels. I climbed two steps at a time and ran from the second floor to the first floor. After running out of the teaching building, I crossed the playground and ran to the small pavilion near the back door of the school. There was usually no one here, and it was a place I liked to come to in the past. It was quiet and suitable for a nap in the afternoon.

It really hurts, I can feel the pulse in my right hand. I gently opened and clenched my fingers, but it wasn't a big problem. It didn't look like I had any broken bones, but I must have hurt my tendons, because compared to my left hand, my right hand now looks like a carrot, swollen. It's almost like when you poke your finger while playing basketball.

Angry! Furious. Rather than the pain, the anger in my heart grew stronger and stronger. Part of it was because I was angry at the teacher for not knowing right from wrong, and the other part was because I felt that my tears just now were a bit girly and embarrassing.

I raised my foot and kicked the pillar of the pavilion to vent my nameless anger.

As soon as I kicked, I regretted it. My hand was swollen, and I was afraid that my foot would be crippled too. It turned out that I was overthinking. The power of this kick was beyond my imagination. I didn't feel any pain when I kicked the pillar. Instead, the pavilion seemed to shake and fell from the top with some dust. A crack appeared on the pillar, which scared me and I quickly retracted my leg. If I kicked the pavilion down, I would be finished.

After being scared like this, my anger subsided a lot and I felt hungry.

Alas, if I go to eat now, my favorite steamed pork with egg will definitely be gone, as there are only a few bowls of this dish delivered every day. Thinking of this, I began to regret it again. My daily pocket money is five yuan in total, and a simple steamed pork with egg and some mapo tofu in the cafeteria at noon only costs four yuan. If the cheap steamed pork with egg is gone, I can only eat chicken steak or chicken legs instead, which will increase the price to five yuan, and I will have no pocket money left. As for why I don’t eat vegan food, I still have a pursuit of food. Even if I have no money, I must be able to eat a bite of meat.

Chapter 5 Love Letter

After thinking about it, I finally ran to the store and bought a pineapple bun. Although it was not very filling, it could at least fill my stomach. The yellow thick cream on it was rich in sugar, which was enough for me to consume energy for the whole afternoon. The most important thing was that it only cost two dollars, so I could save three dollars.

The consequence of not eating lunch is that I have no energy for the whole afternoon. My stomach started to protest at around 1pm, which was the first class. The new books I just received were piled up in a mess on my desk. In short, my current state is terrible. It's time to go home, but I'm still lying on the desk, refusing to move.

"Why don't you go home?"

A familiar voice rang in my ears. Ah, it was Tang Xin. I lay on the table and looked for the source of the voice. She was standing in front of my table with a broom.

"I don't want to move." Another reason is that my hands hurt and it's uncomfortable to tidy up the table. When I think about having to do homework when I get home in the evening, I start to procrastinate.

"Go home quickly, or your family will worry if it's too late."

"Her family doesn't get off work so early." Another student on duty said from a distance.

"Hahaha……"

Bang! I was so angry that I knocked the table hard, making a loud noise. Suddenly the whole classroom became quiet.

"What do you mean?" I raised my voice, this time with a hint of authority.

Tang Xin was also frightened by my move and looked at me in surprise.

"Sorry." I stopped looking at her, feeling a little sorry for her, quickly stuffed the homework from the desk into my schoolbag, and left the classroom.

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Three days later, after the Friday morning self-study get out of class, I held my hand up to the sunlight coming in from the window. In the sunlight, the white skin shone pink from the refraction of light, looking like a tender red patch. My hand has returned to normal. I have to say that the beating from Teacher Ye was quite heavy. These days I have to use my left hand to do my homework, which is really exhausting. I know what to write next, but I am dragged down by my hand that cannot write faster. This feeling is like the CPU is calculating and reading and writing memory data crazily, but your poor memory only has one channel plus a frequency of 1688MHZ, and all the data is stuck there.