To hell with girls and all that crap!

  Gratitude is a kind of hypocrisy.

  If one thanks someone through written memories, it's even more hypocritical.

  For example, if someone just helped you pick up a pen that fell on the ground and wrote it in "Weekly Diary", what he actually picked up for you was a newly bought wallet with various cards inside, and there was even a lot of money in the card... Otherwise, how could such a small matter make you unforgettable and grateful?

  The teacher in charge will definitely give a big bad review - insincere emotions.

  However, with the principle of repaying kindness with a fountain, I think it's very necessary to clearly remember other people's little bits in my mind.

  If I had to mention a name, then my female deskmate in junior high school would definitely be at the top of my gratitude list.

  It's been a year since we last met, but her shadow often floats through my mind. As soon as I think of her, my scalp feels numb and my hairs stand on end.

  It's actually just a small matter.

  The girl at my desk is pretty, and there are a lot of sycophants around her. As someone with backbone, I naturally wouldn't give in. But that's not the point. The point is that once during Chinese class, the teacher asked us to come up with examples of "anger reaching the crown", and it was all about describing expressions and hairstyles.

  When it was my turn to ask, everyone else had already spoken. I rolled my eyes and looked at the girl sitting next to me, whose hair was slightly disheveled, actually a messy hairstyle, but at that time I didn't understand what that was. So I pointed at her hair and said loudly, "Teacher, this is the 'hair standing on end' hairstyle."

  At that time, the whole class burst out laughing.

  The girl at the next desk had a pretty face that suddenly turned bright red.

  At that time I just thought she was shy, who knew she was actually extremely annoyed.

  As soon as school was over at noon, she gathered a large group of girls to block me in the classroom. In fact, they were not exactly young ladies, but those who didn't study well and thought they had no chance in the middle school entrance exam, which made teachers headache.

  When I saw her wanting to eat me up with her eyes, I realized that it was because of this small matter that the female classmate blew up. I am not a chauvinist who hits girls, but the key is that they outnumbered me and I couldn't fight back anyway. In my panic, all I could think of was to escape.

  Alas, there were too many people on the other side, and I was blocked in the classroom and beaten up.

  Since then, the hatchet between us two has been buried. Or rather, she never thought of letting me off. Every now and then, she would find excuses to scold me severely.

  So I have reason to thank her, and I'm most grateful to her.

  If it weren't for her appearance, how would I know that crazy girls are so scary?

  To sum it up, girls can all go die for me.

  ……

  The Chinese teacher stood on the platform, loudly reciting Li Xiaowei's "Zhou Ji".

  Some classmates clapped their hands loudly on the table, some covered their chests, and some reserved girls tightly pursed their lips.

  The whole class is laughing...

  Li Xiaobai, sitting on the left side of the third row closest to the window, looked at everything that was happening in disbelief.

  Since diaries are private, then "Weekly Reflections" which is only written once a week should be even more private, how can the Chinese teacher read it out loud in front of the whole class?

  Li Xiaobai really wanted to stand up and loudly rebuke her, "Teacher, this is knowingly violating the law." However, seeing Chinese teacher Lin Nan's slightly stern gaze, he chewed on his words for a long time before swallowing them.

  Let me just say one thing, it's not that he is afraid of anything, but rather he is showing respect for his teacher.

  Lin Nan tapped his index finger on the table and looked over, saying somewhat helplessly, "Li Xiaobai, what was the topic of 'Zhou Ji' that I assigned to you?"

  "Uh... thinking back to junior high school days, who is the person you most want to thank..."

  "What's going on with this article?" Lin Nan stood on the podium, looking down at him condescendingly. "Why did the person I wanted to thank the most become the person I dislike the most? And what about this sentence, 'Girls can go die', what's going on with that?"

  "This... isn't it said in 'Lv Shi Chun Qiu - Bo Zhi' that 'when something is complete, it must be lacking; when something reaches an extreme, it must reverse'? The most grateful thing becomes the most hateful, shouldn't that be right?" Li Xiaobai stood up and said fearlessly. "As for the sentence at the back, teacher, aren't you always asking us to have true emotions in 'Zhou Ji'? I'm really pouring my heart out with this sentence..."

  "This is hilarious... I'm dying of laughter..."

  The whole class of boys burst into even louder laughter.

  The girls in the class were furious, all staring at Li Xiaobai with a common enemy. What kind of guy is this? Why doesn't he just die? A girl sitting in front of Li Xiaobai even turned around and glared at him with hatred.

  Li Xiaobai glared back at him without a hint of politeness.

  I thought it was just junior high school, but after the middle school entrance exam, he practiced hard for a long time during the summer vacation. It was a group of girls who came to beat him up together, and he wasn't afraid either.

  "Teacher, since he dislikes girls so much, I think all the girls in the class should stand up and take action against him." The girl who had just gotten angry saw that Li Xiaobai didn't show any weakness, and in her anger, she immediately stood up and accused.

  "Guo Jing, please sit down." Lin Nan made a downward pressing gesture on the podium. "Li Xiaobai, 'Zhou Ji' has true feelings and emotions, but you also need to pay attention to your wording and sentence structure. You've seen it too, if this continues, you'll become the public enemy of all the female classmates in the class. After class, come with me to the office."

  Pay attention to your wording, aren't you just lying?

  Also said that "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" must be true, don't exaggerate, Li Xiaobai rolled his eyes, indeed, the teacher's words can't be trusted either.

  The girl who just sat down still didn't forget to turn her body sideways and glare at Li Xiaobai with a show of force.

  Li Xiaobai curled his lips, this little girl is not only annoying, but also a bit mentally abnormal.

  In the next class, Lin Nan commented on those well-written "Weekly Diary".

  Lin Nan knew this lesson would be particularly attentive to him, so Li Xiaobai dragged his chin with both hands, pretending to listen carefully. In fact, his mind had long since run away to the ends of the earth.

  It's not Li Xiaobai boasting, his liberal arts grades are still quite good.

  Except for mathematics, which is always on the borderline, politics, history and geography are all among the top in the liberal arts class, and Chinese and English scores can also be ranked. Even if adding math to lower his ranking a bit, he can still enter the top 30 in eight liberal arts classes.

  From this, Li Xiaobai came to a conclusion that it was wrong for his Chinese teacher to criticize him without his consent.

  Of course, since he came with an open mind, even if the teacher privately criticized him, it was not right. Li Xiaobai decided to let it go anyway.

  The bell rang at the end of class, amidst the laughter of his classmates, Li Xiaobai somewhat listlessly followed behind Lin Nang's butt as they walked out of the classroom.

  From the front of the classroom, the protrusion is not very obvious. Now walking on the road, from behind, the rear and the curve are not prominent either. However, women with 'prominent front and rear curves' only appear in cartoons or imagination, most Chinese people are introverted.

  However, from an aesthetic point of view, Lin Nan is still very beautiful.

  Her long black hair hung down on her shoulders, looking very comfortable.

  Under the sunshine, her delicate features appear even more radiant and fair.

  Although Li Xiaobai dislikes girls, he looks at older women with an appreciative eye.

  Li Xiaobai's school, as a relatively well-known public school in the city, naturally has impressive facilities. Like Lin Nan, the head teacher who also teaches classes has his own office.

  Following Lin Nan to her office with her name on it, Li Xiaobai's heart skipped a beat when he saw Lin Nan close the door.

  The number of times he was invited into the teacher's office had long been forgotten, so in this regard, Li Xiaobai could proudly say that he still had a lot of experience. As soon as the teacher closed the door, it meant that he wanted to scold the student severely and didn't want passing teachers and classmates to hear.

  Not long after being promoted to sophomore year, Li Xiaobai didn't know much about the new head teacher, but probably this one wouldn't be able to escape this pattern either.

  "Li Xiaobai, don't you like girls?"