In a poor village, in a poor school, on the rostrum with red flags fluttering, a middle-aged man who looked about 40 years old and was open with a beer belly said excitedly, "Come on, let's congratulate Ye Qianyi, who won the first place in this mid-term exam in 2016! Congratulations on his winning the first place in the exam again! Come on, Ye Qianyi, come to the stage to receive your award."
At this time, a fat, red faced little boy walked out of a class line that said Class 61.
He bowed his head, walked to the middle-aged man, picked up the certificate of award, and the middle-aged man handed him a thick book, said with a smile: "This is a reward for you, the first place. I hope you will continue to work hard in the future, and enter the best middle school in the county!"
"Thank you... Thank you, headmaster"
The little boy lowered his head and looked at his thirty dollar sneakers, his face even redder.
Later, the headmaster awarded prizes to the last 29 students in the mid-term exam. Only the top 30 can take the award on the stage.
Back in the class, Zeng Junhua, the head teacher, said with a smile, "All the students in our class have achieved their goal scores, but don't be arrogant and complacent. I hope you can be ahead of your peers in the future life as you are now!"
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After class, Ye still sat in his seat and did not go home immediately because he did not want to see those people.
Ye Qianyi is 14 years old this year. He is fat, and the height is the highest in the whole grade, but he is puffy and has no strength. Many bad boys bullied him and others called him Big Sweet Potato.
It has been three years since the fourth grade to the sixth grade. Although he was just a child, he didn't know how painful the pain was, but he always felt that he was suffering in the past three years.
Because of these, let this originally like to laugh, the heart is kind and cheerful little boy's heart buried a depression.
Fortunately, he didn't meet those bad children when he came home.
"Mom, I'm back." Before Ye Qianyi got home, he saw his mother waiting anxiously at the door. He shouted hurriedly.
Seeing the figure of the fat boy, she smiled happily. "Why did he come back so late?" his mother asked him.
"When you do your homework in the classroom, you forget the time."
Ye Qianyi is a typical child of others. He learns well, is obedient and sensible. Ye Qianyi's mother is often admired by villagers because of him. Ye Qianyi learned well when he was young, and the certificates of award were pasted on one wall of his home.
"Go hungry, quickly, put down your schoolbag, wash your hands and go to eat. The food is almost cold." Wang Rong said to Ye Qianyi.
Ye Qianshan, Ye Qianyi's father, is not at home and has gone to work in a distant place. Only his mother Wang Rong took him.
"Well, Mom, I'm very hungry." Ye said with a smile after washing his hands.
"Come, eat, eat."
"By the way, Mom, I won the first place in the midterm exam." He put down the bowl, walked to the schoolbag, opened the zipper, and took out a certificate of award. "Also, this is my first prize book." Ye Qianyi smiled back.
"Well, it's great, but you can't be proud. We will continue to be so great!"
"Got it!" Ye Qianyi saluted.
"Ha ha ha"
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One year later.
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"Mom, I will be a junior one tomorrow, and I will no longer be a primary school student!" Ye Qianyi said happily, "I just don't know how many classes I will be assigned to tomorrow."
Don't be in the same class with those people. God bless you. Ye Qianyi prayed in his heart.
The next morning, Wang Rong took Ye Qianyi to the middle school, and put a sign on the right side of the school gate, with the classification information written on it.
"Hundred billion, look, you are in Class 4. The dormitory is 205," said Wang Rong, pointing to Ye's name.
Because junior high school is far from home, I have to live in school.
Ye Qianyi looked in the direction he pointed out and saw his name on the list of Class 4. He quickly read the rest of the list.
Fortunately, I'm in the same class with those people. Ye Qianyi is still afraid of those people. He has been honest since childhood, but those people don't know how naughty they are or how many fights they have fought.
Then Ye Qianyi looked at another class and found that the person he hated most had no name. Did he transfer? It must be a transfer.
"Hundreds of billions, come on, let's go to your bedroom, occupy a good bed first, and put the quilt there," said Wang Rong.
"Okay, let's go."