I’m Not Going to Be Bullied By a Girl

When the teacher announced that I would assume the position of the sports committee before leaving school, there was an uproar in the class (friendship reminder: not a big wave of Gong Caicai).

Simply expressed concern:

"Hey, it doesn't matter if he is such a person to enter the class committee? He will even bully the little celery of the childhood!"

"Yeah yeah! I want to be a body committee and maybe come up with any bad ideas?"

"But it's a bit strange... It's not unusual for the teacher to be coerced by Ye Lin, but how can the squad leader not care?"

There are also some that are not good for the cows:

"Why don't you let the cow brother go! It won't lose to anyone than the physical cow!"

"But isn't Niu Shili already a representative of the physics class..."

"Part-time 呗! Gong Caicai is not a member of the study committee and life committee? Even if you need to add a male sports committee, you can't get Ye Lin!"

"Yes! Support the bulls, defeat the Ye Lin! Against the political shady! We demand a referendum!"

Of course, there are also like Cao Gonggong, but I am afraid that the world will not be chaotic:

"The master is doing a good job! You have to support everyone, and we can go sideways in the 28th!"

"Hey, it sounds a bit reasonable. Isn't it the leader of the sports team to take the lead in other classes? The women's committee is a woman who has been jokes in other classes. Ye Lin can be a person who can fight."

"Which year can you hit the group? How long does it take to mention the team members of our class? No one dares to rob us in the sports venue!"

In the center of the vortex, I was considered to be a strong competitor of the sports committee. I did not publicly express any opinions. I just intuitively felt that he hated me more than ever.

Xiaoqin is completely an outsider. I heard that I suddenly became a sports committee member. She suddenly flashed two big eyes and did not understand how this would affect my future campus life.

"Ye Lin, Ye Lin! Why do four-eyed chickens look at you with terrible eyes?"

Don't you give someone a nickname, okay? Although Niu Shili is right in four eyes, but the body is strong and strong, but what is the frog (frog) can describe? At least one bullfrog!

As for the reason why Niu Shili doesn't like me, for example, the physical score of my mid-term exam is one point higher than that of him. In the physical education class, he is also struggling with his pull-ups. Now I am also a member of the class committee. And the sports committee seems to be closer to the power core of the class committee than the class representative. At least there will be more work assigned to me.

Specifically, it is to act as a coolie, go to the sports equipment room to carry shots, barbells and hurdles?

“Is Ye Lin’s classmates joining the class committee?” Xiaoqin took his head and made a serious thinking about the problem. “I heard that the class committee seems to be called the eagle dog of the court?”

Eh? Don't look at it, you haven't studied for a few years, and it's good to sum up it? However, I am not interested in giving the school leaders a flying eagle, and Shusha has already occupied the position of the eagle...

and many more! Is it too sloppy to assign the eagle to Shusha? So I am not only the dog to choose? I am a sturdy iron-blooded lone wolf. Why was it tamed by Shusha as an unpromising watchdog? Don't underestimate people! Can you afford to pay for the wolf? If you don't have enough, the wolf is going to eat people!

I thought that being a sports committee was a very big challenge for me. The former black sheep suddenly became the party that maintained order. This is like the change of the water park Liangshan by the court.

I never thought that this change would not be anything compared to the turbulent waves I was about to face.

In retrospect, this thing that changed my destiny, the real time should happen on Friday, the day before I went to the movie with Xiao Qin and others.

It was very ordinary that day. I just left Xiaoqin in my school uniform, sneakers, and underwear. I wrapped it in a three-layer black plastic bag and gave it to her carefully.

"That... in fact, underwear can not be returned to me..."

I clearly remember that I used the disgusting expression to smack the idiot behavior of Xiao Qin.

The only thing that is unusual is that Cao Gonggong also came to me on behalf of Director Cao. I asked if I would like to play in the micro-movie "Blood War Jinling" in the young age of Jinling - anyway, the current actor "Melancholy" Wu Sheng, It was Cao’s director who picked it up according to my appearance. Don’t say that he played in the youth age. It’s no problem to make up the makeup and directly pretend to be himself.

The reason why Cao Cao has this kind of thinking is because the melancholy acting is still good, but there is no muscle in his body. For a kung fu movie, he always feels the shortcomings. Director Cao hopes that I can be a guest, and by the way, I will attract some attention.

I always think that Director Cao still didn't give up the idea of ​​making me a male film, and I deeply doubted what he called "I hope to show my muscles." No one can guarantee that Cao director wants me to show my flesh. Is it a play or a bed play.

Seeing my lack of interest, Cao Gonggong said something that made me think very strange now:

"Master, don't say anything to death! Some people want to get this opportunity! You think, if the audience is willing to hold you, you will reach the international superstar in the future, you can not eat spicy food. , mad at those who used to be bad for you?"

"Who is not good to me?"

"That... my disciple, I just said it casually, don't be angry. I think that if you are a famous master, you will not be able to regret it if you are born with a conscience." ”

I admit that I was thinking about it at the time and felt that the future that Cao Gonggong gave me to draw was quite worth looking forward to.

In fact, I am not afraid of hateful hatred for abandoning my biological mother, because I have never loved her, so I can't talk about how much I hate her. Dad has more reason to hate her, but the useless, often drunk father, I am still in a corner of my heart, leaving an inviolable holy place for my mother.

By the way, I don’t even know what my mother is.

Dad may have mentioned it to me, but I forgot.

It may be that I was not good at remembering the name of the person, or it may be intentionally forgotten.

I don't think she cares about her. Apart from bringing me to the world, her life has nothing to do with me. It is like the meaning of pregnancy in October. It just makes us the biological mother and child.

But today, Cao Gonggong suddenly mentioned her and let me find that she still cares a little bit about her.

At least, in a moment that is too short to be short, I fantasize about using the screen to let her know that my father and I are doing very well, and that she can live well without her.

On Friday, inadvertently mentioning this woman who abandoned her husband seems to be a very unlucky omen.

But at the time, I didn’t find the storm that was about to be docked. After eating dinner at home, I still routinely told the rice dumplings left by Xiaoqin (with a bug) and said all kinds of nonsense. I thought that my brain was guilty of a neuropathy.

Then Amy called me.

She first blamed me for not sending Obama back in person that day (because I and the squad leader met the hooligans), and asked if I broke up with Xiao Qin, and finally mentioned her true purpose of calling me. The wording square is used up in stock, she needs new ones.

It’s not just the problem of running out of stock. The original date for checking the manuscript was set on Saturday. This time, because Amy’s mother was going to talk about the contract on Saturday, she took the check to Friday.

in advance? You didn't say it early! You have a look at what time it is! Nima is already nine o'clock in the evening!

Doesn't your mother ask you to fax the manuscript at 10 o'clock in the evening (China's late ten o'clock is exactly 10 o'clock in the US)? Only one hour of preparation time, where can I find someone to copy it for you!

And just because of your relationship with Xiaoqin, if she knows that copying the Bible is to help you, she will definitely turn her head and do it!

"I don't care! Anyway, the servant is responsible for finding a solution!"

Amy seems quite dissatisfied with the fact that I did not break up with Xiao Qin.

At that time, I used Amy’s credit card to help my brother pay for medical expenses. I didn’t have a few days in the past. I was completely in a state of “small mouth and short hands”, so even if Amy’s tone was fierce, I also Have to help her this busy.

But time is really too little! The taxi that took me to the Qingzi Academy was counted. I only had half an hour left. In half an hour, where did I go to find a copywriter with a level similar to Xiaoqin?

When I think about it, I have to use my father’s knife to kill the chicken.

As I said before, my father's pen word is good enough to be able to export foreign exchange.

So in order to make the manuscript more credible, I asked my father to write with the unfamiliar left hand, and also yelled at him: "It is best to imitate the level of the sixth-grade girl."

Dad’s request for me was very strange, but because I didn’t often ask my father to do things for me, he promised to be very happy.

But he didn't feel so happy when he wrote the words.

Looking at how daddy wrote so hard, I realized that the original calligrapher deliberately wrote the word badly, just as difficult as I wanted to write myself.

In order to write the word badly, Dad made his face distorted and sweated. When he finally handed the finished product to me, he was tired and sat on the sofa and gasped.

This word is still better than me.

That is to use the left hand, even if you write to the ugly.

Especially when I wrote the last few pages, occasionally a few words were completely the same as my father’s right handwriting. The penpower was strong and the paper was back, so handsome.

I hope Amy’s mother will not look so serious? The first few pages can still be confused.

And even if this little trick is dismantled, how serious can the consequences be? At most, Amy’s meal is a must, and I can only honestly practice my own words.

It turns out that I was wrong.

The world is also wrong.

For a long time, I had to fight my own biological mother.

She is high above, as ruthless as Alaska's ice and snow. She knows the dark side of mankind and does nothing for her purpose. When she moves toward her goal, there is no unnecessary hesitation in her heart.

Compassion and compassion simply did not appear in her dictionary.

She will use whatever she can use, even if someone else loves her.

She rewards loyalty and punishes betrayal, but she does not love, she will never love anyone other than herself.

She should be the one whose father is hiding in the old photo album, wearing a wedding dress and a proud expression. She should be the chief culprit in ruining her father's heart.

I can't remember the name of this terrible enemy - she is Ai Shuqiao.

She is me, and Amy’s biological mother.