Paper Plane

"Have you handed in your homework for the winter vacation?" The math teacher was in his early thirties, with a head of black shiny hair sticking straight to his scalp - it looked like he had an ion perm on the second day of February before school started. She walked up to the podium, tapped the blackboard twice with an eraser, "I want you to correct the questions in the workbook after you finish it, and copy the answers without fooling me, right?"

"No—" the whole class answered in a drawn out voice.

"Very good," the math teacher nodded in satisfaction, and then held up a stack of test papers and shook them, "I took some questions from the workbook and produced a test paper, do it in this class, and see what you just said. Is it true or not?"

As soon as these words were said, it immediately caused a commotion in the podium, and the elongated faces of many people were clearly written with the words "to be finished".

The test papers were passed from front to back, mixed in with the low-pitched conversation, making a crackling sound. Tang Junhe got the test paper and heard the math teacher say "come in" in front of the podium.

He took out his pen and started to work on the questions. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Yang Xuan walking in.

How long does it take to ride a bike to school? This idea flashed through his mind, and then he quickly came back to focus on the test paper.

They are all basic question types. Except for the last big question, there is nothing to do. Tang Junhe finished it quickly, then put the test papers together and put them on the corner of the table, and couldn't help but tilt his head back.

There are two rows of tables and an aisle between him and Yang Xuan. You can catch a glimpse of Yang Xuan's movements just by turning your head slightly.

Yang Xuan was sleeping on the table.

It's really a standard scumbag configuration, Tang Junhe thought, then retracted his gaze, took out the Mathematical Olympiad exercise book and began to look through it.

The girl at the same table turned to look at him, and asked in a low voice in surprise, "It's done? So fast."

Tang Junhe's eyes fell on the exercise book, and he felt hatred lightly: "Well, it's very simple."

The girl was stimulated and looked at him like a monster for a few seconds, then turned her head and continued to work on the question without a word.

The math teacher wandered up to him, picked up his test paper and looked at it for a while, before taking it away, he asked, "Used to be from No. 3 Middle School?"

"Yeah." Tang Junhe nodded.

No. 3 Middle School is a public high school located in the outskirts of Runcheng City. The teaching staff and teaching equipment are barely up to the passing line. In Runcheng, only the "common people" who can't afford expensive school district housing and can't get along with them will be unwilling. Willingly step into that "poor school".

When Tang Junhe was still in junior high school, Yang Chengchuan and Tang Xiaonian promised that Tang Junhe would definitely be admitted to Runcheng No. 1 Middle School in the future. It's just that on the eve of the summer vacation of the high school entrance examination, Yang Xuan's mother's life came to an abrupt end, and Yang Chengchuan was facing the pressure of the deputy mayor's re-election, so naturally he didn't dare to address the rumors about his private life.

During that time, Yang Chengchuan was busy establishing his image of being honest and upright, and even the frequency of going to Tang Xiaonian's side was greatly reduced. Thinking about stuffing the eldest son who didn't get high school entrance examination results into the city center is already frightening, and naturally he has no time to take care of the younger son who has never called him "Dad".

Tang Junhe was lowering his head to do a question, when suddenly a hand was stretched out from the front desk, and a small note was handed over, he turned his head and lowered his voice and said, "Help pass it to Yang Xuan."

The small pink note was folded squarely. In this case, it should be the answer to the test paper. Tang Junhe looked up and saw a girl in the two positions in front of him cautiously looking back towards Yang Xuan's direction. Judging from the tense lines on her neck, she seemed a little nervous.

If I remember correctly, it should be the girl sitting on the floor of the living room yesterday, very close to Yang Xuan.

Tang Junhe lowered his head and continued to work on the questions, ignoring the request from the front desk.

The hand was left to dry for a moment, and then retracted. With a slightly complaining "tsk", the front desk changed the direction of passing, and handed the note to the student on the other side of the aisle. Then it was unimpeded to Yang Xuan's hands.

Tang Junhe caught a glimpse of Yang Xuan being called up, and he straightened his upper body from the desk, as if he had taken the note.

city ​​focus. Top-level faculty configuration. If you squeeze your head, you will come in.

——It really deserves its reputation, Tang Junhe mocked in his heart, and then ticked the answer on a question.

When the second class in the morning was over, the get out of class leader hurried over and asked him to go to the head teacher's office to get the exercise book.

Tang Junhe responded, asked where the office was, and walked out of the classroom.

There were so many people between classes, the students waiting in front of the elevator blocked the corridor. About to miss the next elevator, Tang Junhe lowered his head and walked through the crowded crowd, and then turned to the stairs on one side.

The classroom for class is on the third floor, and the teacher's office is on the eighth floor. He climbed five floors and was slightly out of breath.

"Turn left after getting out of the elevator... Where is the elevator entrance?" Tang Junhe has not been very sensitive to the direction since he was a child. Whenever he came to a new environment, he had to adapt for a while before he could distinguish the direction. He stood on the stairs on the eighth floor, recalling the route the squad leader told him, when a voice came from behind him: "Go left."

The voice was so close that Tang Junhe was slightly taken aback, his heart stopped beating at that moment, he immediately realized that he was blocking the way, and he staggered to make way for the person behind him, while turning his head Casually said: "Thanks—"

—It turned out to be Yang Xuan.

After a moment of hesitation, half of the word "thank you" got stuck in his throat.

Yang Xuan didn't say anything, just took advantage of the gap he made, and walked in front of him.

Really look down and see you up. Tang Junhe stood where he was, looking at Yang Xuan's back and thinking.

"Go to the left", it seems that he knows where he is going, so he should also go upstairs to find the head teacher.

Tang Junhe speculated in this way, raised his heels and walked behind Yang Xuan, keeping a distance of a few steps away from him.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the bright sunlight projected on the floor through the window, and also on Yang Xuan's slightly shaking back. As he walked forward, the window edge kept casting thin slanted shadows on his body. shadow.

—The boy in front who walks a bit wobbly is my brother. biological brother.

This kind of thought inexplicably flashed through Tang Junhe's mind, so that he was in a trance for a moment.

He was suddenly curious, if he called "Brother" to that figure at this time, how would the owner of the figure react.

Will it stop? Then, will you turn around? Or keep going? Or pretend not to hear at all, and won't stop?

I really want to try it. Tang Junhe looked at the back and stopped his thoughts in time.

Walking to the door of an office, Yang Xuan pushed the door open and disappeared from his sight.

Only then did Tang Junhe lower his eyes, walked forward a few steps, stopped at the door of that door, looked up at the sign on the door, and pushed the door in with his hand.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yang Xuan standing by the diagonally opposite table, with his back to the door. The head teacher who was blocked heard the sound of pushing the door, and then looked at him with his head: "Come here?"

"Well," Tang Junhe walked in that direction, and he stopped when he was a few steps away from Yang Xuan, "Teacher Qiu, I'm here to get the exercise book."

"It's all on the cabinet over there," the head teacher extended his arm and pointed forward, "Look at the ones you didn't have at school before, take a copy."

Tang Junhe walked to the front of the row of low cabinets, bowed his head and began to look for books. He heard the teacher in charge say from behind: "The math teacher came to report to me after class. This time I handed in a blank paper again? What's going on?"

Yang Xuan's voice sounded a little foolish: "I can't do it."

"You don't know any questions?"

"Well, not a single question."

Didn't someone send him the answer? Tang Junhe took a step aside with a few books in his arms, didn't he copy them? Or is that not actually the answer? No one will send a love letter during the exam...

"What do you want me to say about you? I've said what I should say 800 times," said the head teacher as if he was in a hurry. Every teacher in the class agrees with this point, why do you say you refuse to learn...Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan, you put your brain on my head, and I will learn it for you, okay?"

"Isn't talent just for wasting?" Tang Junhe heard Yang Xuan say this not far behind him.

"What fallacies!" The head teacher slapped the table, hating iron for being weak, "You just say that your dad is so busy every day, and he has to come to school several times in person, isn't it just to let you correct your study attitude? You don't have to be too serious. Correct, you just learn a little bit..."

All the exercise books were stacked up to half a meter. Tang Junhe moved them to the ground first, then bent down to pick them up, put his chin on the top book, and walked out of the office silently.

Yang Xuan is so happy. Tang Junhe thought so when he walked out of the office.

Some classmates handed him answers, some teachers advised him to study hard, and a deputy mayor's father worried about him. He seemed to have everything.

Unlike himself, only Tang Xiaonian.

"Hey? Where's Tang Junhe?" The homeroom teacher, who was parched from the lesson, stopped to take a sip of water, and looked forward, "Why did he just leave without saying a word? There are so many books, and I still want someone to help him move them— Forget it, let's talk about you," the head teacher looked away, "You said that every time your father came to see me in person..."

***

According to the practice of Runcheng No. 1 Middle School, the last class of the day is a self-study class. The sports students of the school team go to the playground to train, while others stay in the classroom to sort out what they have learned that day.

However, the first day of school was an exception. The teachers were all called to a meeting. The classrooms were unattended, and the corridors were not patrolled. Before school ended, many people had already packed their schoolbags and eagerly awaited the bell for the end of get out of class. ring.

"Everyone, don't rush to leave later, the math teacher is coming to distribute the morning test papers." The math class representative stood up before the get out of class bell and announced.

"Hey - what are you talking about..." The whole class immediately sighed after saying this.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, the small discussion immediately turned into a loud noise.

Tang Junhe ignored the commotion around him and continued to do the Olympiad questions. He felt that the answer to the last multiple-choice question was wrong, and he was checking the calculation on the draft paper. Yin Cong, who was at the same table, came over to talk to him, and saw that he cherished words like gold, so he wisely went to the front row to look for Ying Hui.

It was only the last step, and there was a "pop" sound, and a basketball was suddenly thrown from the front right, and it hit Yin Cong's cup on the table impartially. The uncovered cup fell in response, and the water in it spilled all over the table, and also splashed on Tang Junhe's face, school uniform, and the open exercise booklet.

"Hey, good shot!" Chen Hao applauded immediately.

"Bet with me?" Feng Bo sat on the desk and looked at him with a sure smile, "Bring the agreed one hundred yuan here."

Tang Junhe wiped the water off his face with his hand, and looked up at him.

Feng Bo held up the one hundred yuan that Chen Hao took in his hand, turned his head and said to Tang Junhe, "I'm sorry, buddy, I didn't expect to throw it so accurately, why don't you split fifty?"

This sentence was undoubtedly a naked provocation, but Tang Junhe seemed to ignore him, stood up, walked to the back of the classroom and picked up the basketball.

"Hey, don't be impulsive, it's not good to hit someone." Feng Bo thought he was going to throw the ball over, and raised an arm to cover his face.

The whole class immediately fell silent, looking back at Tang Junhe.

Tang Junhe just returned to his seat with the basketball, shook out the water from the exercise book, put it in his schoolbag, carried the schoolbag on his left shoulder, and walked out of the classroom with the ball.

"Fuck, give me back the **** ball!" Feng Bo yelled at him, jumped off the table and chased him out of the classroom.

As soon as he ran out, he saw Tang Junhe opened the window in the corridor, threw the basketball in his hand out of the window, and threw it to the back hill of the deserted school, and then walked towards the stairs with his schoolbag on his back.

"Fuck! That's Yang Xuan's basketball, you fucking—" Feng Bo caught up, grabbed Tang Junhe's collar from behind, clenched his fist and swung it towards his face.

Tang Junhe turned his head to dodge, barely dodging, leaving Feng Bo in vain.

"You **** go down and pick it up for me." Feng Bo withdrew his hand in some embarrassment, grabbed his neckline with the other hand, and pointed viciously out of the window.

Tang Junhe looked at him calmly and asked, "Why did I pick it up?"

"Whoever the **** throws it down will pick it up!" Feng Bo became angry with embarrassment. He is the only son in his family, he was pampered and grown up, and no one dared to show him face in public.

"Whoever wants the ball will pick it up." Tang Junhe said.

"I'm fuck—" Before Feng Bo could say anything, he heard Yang Xuan's voice coming from behind—"What's wrong?"

After Yang Xuan finished training on the playground, as soon as he went upstairs, he ran into this scene of hand-to-hand combat, walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"