Chapter 7: Being the Hero of Your Own Imagination The last two classes in the morning were physics. The physics teacher, Wang Deshen, was a little old man in his fifties. He had rich teaching experience and was quite humorous. All the students in the class liked him. Lao Wang is not the class teacher, so he doesn't need to give a long speech before class. He takes out the test paper and gets straight to the point: "Everyone, pay attention to the third question from the bottom. This type of question has not been tested in the past two years, but it will definitely be tested this year. The ten points are right here, whether you want to take it or not..." After two relaxing and enjoyable physics classes, the school bell rang. Mr. Wang never stays late. He immediately picks up the courseware and announces the end of class. Some students stretch themselves, some lie down on the table and sleep, but most of them eat lunch first. Zhixin Middle School has a cafeteria, but it does not restrict students from going home to eat or going out to eat. Chen Zhuo and Huang Baihan are not from particularly wealthy families, so they usually eat in the school cafeteria. The food in the school cafeteria must be just average. After they took a few bites, Chen decided to take Huang Baihan out of the school to get a haircut. Huang Baihan didn't understand: "You only need to cut your hair once a month. Didn't you just cut it last week?" Dahuang currently has no concept of image management. Chen Zhu is not surprised because he was the same before. Chen stretched out his hand and rubbed it on his thick hair, then spread out his palm, reflecting a little oil under the light, and asked back: "Don't you think this is ugly?"

"I did not think!" Huang Baihan looked serious, as many boys in the class looked like. "I give up! Just tell me whether you want to go or not." Chen Zhuodu planned to go out and cut his hair himself. Huang Baihan hesitated for a moment and said, "You have to buy me a Coke later." ······ After leaving the school gate, Chen didn't choose a hair salon at random. He went in and said to Tony, the teacher inside: "Do you know the American front stab?" It was obvious that Teacher Tony was not in line with international standards. He said dryly that he did not know what "stab in the front and stab in the back" meant. In fact, there are several hairstyles for students to cut their hair: One is a soldier-like big flat head, with angles and a well-balanced shape, which makes the whole person look very patriotic; The second type is the one I have now, the hair is a little long and thick, usually it is simply trimmed; The third type is the rural Shamatte style that artistic men like to keep. Tony likes this type the most because they can make a lot of money by doing styling. But Chen Zhuo didn't plan to change shops, so he said directly: "Then thin it in the middle and shorten the sides." With the specific requirements, Teacher Tony knew how to cut the hair. Huang Baihan was originally watching the fun on the side, but later he felt sleepy and fell asleep directly on the sofa. When he opened his eyes blearily, what was going on over there was almost over. Huang Baihan walked slowly to the mirror and was about to ask the time when he suddenly froze for a moment and rubbed his eyes vigorously. Who is this person in the mirror? Chen has fair skin and looks more like his mother Mao Xiaoqin, but his hair was too long before, and he was introverted and lacked confidence. He often walked with his head down, so no one noticed this advantage of his. Now he has a refreshing short haircut, which not only shows his fair skin but also reveals his high forehead. When he smiles, his eyes are confident and steady, his teeth are white and neat, and he is a pure sunny young high school student. Huang Baihan had never expected that the classmate who had sat next to him for two years would look up and be almost amazed... It doesn’t seem to be amazing, but damn, he is indeed a little handsome. Da Huang inexplicably felt a sense of crisis. They had originally agreed to be losers who only knew how to study, but now you suddenly become handsome, what should I do? Although Huang Baihan was extremely shocked, he was still a little dissatisfied. I don’t know why, but every time I get my hair cut, I always feel that it looks best when it’s halfway cut. Once it’s completely cut, it doesn’t seem as good-looking anymore.

······ After returning to the classroom, Chen Zhe's sudden change of image did not unexpectedly cause any sensation. The students in the experimental class rarely have those conspicuous bags that make a lot of noise. Only a few boys who have a good relationship with them will come over and tease them: "Not bad, it feels like you have become a different person." The four classes in the afternoon are chemistry and Chinese. After March, the weather in Guangdong City gradually started to become hot, and occasionally I would feel the test papers sticking to my palms. This situation will become more and more obvious as time goes by, until the branches outside the window grow wildly and the cicadas chirp noisily, and the stuffy youth of this class of senior high school students will come to an end on June 6th. The teachers of the experimental class were still meticulous in their lectures, but Chen would occasionally get distracted. Sometimes he felt that he had completely adapted to the life of a senior high school student, and sometimes he would think back to the days when he wrote official documents in the provincial government compound and worked in the countryside to help with poverty alleviation. After four classes were finally over, the students' faces were all tired and could not be concealed. Huang Baihan closed the book, smacked his lips and said, "That's not right. He didn't come this afternoon." "Who?" Chen asked. "Li Jianming." Huang Baihan laughed foolishly: "This kid comes to see Song Shiwei every day. Did he forget today?" Chen Zhuo rolled his eyes. Song Shiwei was hoping not to see that dog-skin plaster. Huang Baihan seemed to have a crow's mouth. Just a few minutes into the evening self-study, there was a sudden noise of footsteps in the corridor. Li Jianming came to the door of Class 11 surrounded by several boys. Somehow, he dressed up today. Not only did he comb his hair like an adult, he also wore a suit that didn't quite fit him. He held a cake in his left hand and a bunch of bright red roses in his right hand. He shouted to Song Shiwei from afar at the door: "Weiwei, today is my 18th birthday, and I would like to sincerely invite you to celebrate with me!" The students in the class raised their heads, looked at Li Jianming, then at Song Shiwei, and the originally quiet classroom immediately became a little noisy. "Good guy!" Chen Zhu thought to himself that he was waiting here, and had not shown up for a whole day. When he showed up, he would use his ultimate move. He just didn't know how School Beauty Song would face it. Song Shiwei was still the same as before. She didn't even raise her head and was still concentrating on doing her homework. At this moment, it seemed as if she was the only one writing in the entire classroom, while everyone else was watching the fun. Seeing that Song Shiwei was still so indifferent, especially in front of so many brothers, Li Jianming felt a little embarrassed. He moved his mouth and continued to shout to Song Shiwei: "Weiwei, just eat a piece of cake, okay? This will be my happiest coming-of-age gift..." "Pah!" Song Shiwei suddenly put down the pen and interrupted coldly: "Don't call me Weiwei!" "I······" A flash of anger flashed across Li Jianming's face, and then it turned into a look of fear and panic. Chen thought to himself, this boy’s acting skills are really good. The high school students in the classroom don’t have this kind of observation ability to see through people’s hearts. They are emotional, kind, and simple (idiots). Most of the classmates think that Song Shiwei is a little unkind. What’s wrong with eating a piece of cake on his 18th birthday? But they never thought that given Li Jianming's character, if they took a piece of his cake now, he might make even more excessive demands in the future. Chen Zhe couldn't see Song Shiwei's expression from the back row, but he could feel that her face was tense. She must be very disgusted with Li Jianming's way of pursuing her. Actually, it’s quite helpless to think about it. I was studying well, and suddenly I was harassed by a gangster. Chen thought for a moment and asked Huang Baihan in a low voice: "Who is the class leader in charge of the evening self-study today? The discipline in the classroom is in chaos." In order to reduce the burden, teachers usually arrange class leaders to maintain discipline during evening self-study. Huang Baihan looked at the date: "Today is Friday, and the student council member Kang Liangsong should be in charge."

Chen Zhuo asked again: "Will he take care of it?" "Disaster!" Huang Baihan bit his nails and told the truth: "Kang Liangsong likes Song Shiwei. The whole class knows it. He must want to intervene in his heart, but he may be a little afraid of trouble. Anyway, he has never stepped forward." Chen Zhuo nodded slightly to show his understanding. As for the top students, they have always been like greenhouse flowers held in the palms of their parents and teachers. Apart from studying, they have never experienced any wind and rain. Standing up and speaking for Song Shiwei at this time means going against Li Jianming, a well-known rogue student in the school. Not everyone has the courage to do so. In fact, wasn’t I the same back then? If it were Chen Zhe seventeen years ago, even if he was unhappy with people like Li Jianming, in reality he would just sit in his seat with his head down, no different from Kang Liangsong. This is not cowardice, but the result of having too little social experience. One does not know what impact and harm standing out will have on oneself, and driven by the natural tendency to seek profit and avoid harm, one chooses to face it in silence. But Chen Zhuo is now reborn. He could greet Yu Xian openly; You can also do things that you only dared to do when you were fantasizing about them! "rhubarb." Chen Zhuo suddenly said, "I'll go over and chase Li Jianming away. What do you think?" "you?" Huang Baihan's first reaction was: "What does this have to do with you?" "It doesn't matter." Chen said calmly and honestly, "I just feel unhappy when I see him harassing the girls in our class every day and not taking us boys seriously at all." At this time, several brothers brought by Li Jianming were still laughing and fanning the flames: "Sister-in-law, just have a piece of cake, sister-in-law, just have a piece of cake..." Huang Baihan was actually a young man with a strong sense of justice. Seeing their reckless attitude, he was indeed a little angry, but he quickly backed off: "I heard that Li Jianming knows a lot of people outside of school." Chen smiled and said, "It's just a puddle of mud." Chen Zhuo was a cadre who had been assigned to work in the village to help with poverty alleviation. As the saying goes, poor mountains and bad waters produce unruly people. When he was dealing with the issue of grave relocation, he was once surrounded by villagers from a certain clan with knives and sticks. Those villagers really dared to take action under impulse. In comparison, these student thugs are nothing. Huang Baihan didn't know why his best friend suddenly became so bold, but Chen's confident and fearless attitude also aroused Huang Baihan's inner courage. He swallowed his saliva and asked, "How are you going to drive me away?" Chen thought for a moment and said, "Of course, I'd better avoid conflicts as much as possible. By the way, do I have any duties in the class?" Institutional cadres like Chen Zhe know best the weight of the phrase "just cause". If an ordinary person stands up, people will retort with "What qualifications do you have to be in charge?" It’s just that I haven’t seemed to have been a class leader since I was a child. Actually, this is normal. How could the teacher give the task of assisting in class management to an introverted and honest student? Huang Baihan also confirmed this information. He pursed his lips and added: "You have been a student on duty to sweep the floor."

"Was I such an amateur before?" Chen rubbed his chin for a while and prepared to get up. "and many more!" Huang Baihan stretched out his hand to stop him: "Can they accept a student on duty like you?" "What do you mean by student on duty? That's your popular name." Chen Zhuoluo stood up calmly and said, "Officially, we are called the Director of the Public Health System Management Committee of Senior 11 () Class." ······ (Please vote for the new book and please read it for support!) (End of this chapter)