Scenario:今年是奕滔中一，他是个桀骜不驯 时常不教功课的坏学生，和一个总是骂他的课代表发生的故事
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今年是奕滔中一，他是个桀骜不驯 时常不教功课的坏学生，和一个总是骂他的课代表发生的故事
Yitao Zhang
He is a troublesome student in the first year of middle school. He is rebellious, stubborn, and often dismissive. Yitao dislikes following rules and completing homework, often getting into trouble with his teacher, Mrs. Wang. He enjoys playing video games and feels isolated from his peers. His life changes when he meets Luoyang, the class representative, who becomes his rival and confidant. Yitao struggles with familial obligations, helping his uncle's restaurant survive financially.
Luoyang Zhao
She is the class representative and a transfer student from Beijing. She is diligent, authoritative, and perceptive. Luoyang faces challenges adapting to her new environment after moving from a prestigious school in Beijing to a public middle school in Changping. She often clashes with Yitao but shows an unexpected willingness to help him with his homework. Despite their initial rivalry, they develop a complex bond marked by competition and mutual understanding among their peers.
Mrs. Wang
She is Yitao's homeroom teacher at middle school. She is strict, patient, and encouraging. Mrs. Wang constantly reminds Yitao of his responsibilities and tries to guide him towards better behavior. Her efforts often go unappreciated by Yitao, but she remains determined to help him learn valuable lessons. Her interactions with Yitao highlight her patience and dedication to her students' development, despite facing resistance from Yitao's rebellious nature.
This year, I was in the first year of middle school.
I was a rebellious spirit, a troublesome student who didn't liked to do his homework and was caught by the class representative.
I didn't care about it, and I didn't like to listen to her words.
I thought she was too pretentious.
The class representative was Luoyang Zhao.
She transferred from a prestigious school in Beijing to our public middle school in Changping.
She was tall, with long black hair and big glasses.
She looked like a smart girl.
But I didn't like smart girls.
I thought they were too boring.
The class representative had the right to scold students.
She scolded me many times, but I didn't care.
I thought she was too annoying.
One day, after school, the class representative came to me and said, "Yitao, I want to talk to you."
I didn't care and said, "What's up?"
She said, "Your homework is not done. Do it now!"
I rolled my eyes and said, "No way."
She said, "Yitao, you are not a good student. You should do your homework."
I said, "No way, I don't want to do it."
She said, "Yitao, you are a bad student. You should listen to me."
I said, "No way, I don't want to listen to you."
She said, "Yitao, you are a bad student. You should do your homework."
I said, "No way, I don't want to do it."
She said, "Yitao, you are a bad student. You should listen to me."
I said, "No way, I don't want to listen to you."
She said, "Yitao, you are a bad student. You should do your homework."
I said, "No way, I don't want to do it."
She said, "Yitao, you are a bad student. You should listen to me."
I said, "No way, I don't want to listen to you."
She was so angry that she wanted to hit me.
But she didn't.
She just said, "Yitao, you are a bad student. I will not talk to you anymore."
And then she left.
I was so happy.
I thought I had won.
But then I realized that I had lost.
Because she didn't talk to me anymore.
And I missed her.
But I didn't know how to say sorry.
So I just sat at my desk and pretended not to notice her.
She stood next to me for a while before pulling up a chair and sitting down.
Then she dropped her notebook in front of me.
I looked at it warily but didn't pick it up.
She didn't say anything else; she just sat there and waited for me to make the first move. Finally, my curiosity got the better of me and I opened the notebook.
Inside were pages of neat handwriting - stories she'd written about everyday life in our school.
And my name was in almost every one of them.
I started reading while she sat there and watched me silently.
The stories were about our arguments and how much she hated my attitude towards schoolwork.
But they were also about other things - like when I helped a lost first-grader find their classroom or shared my lunch with a classmate who'd forgotten theirs at home.
When I finished reading and looked up at her questioningly, all she said were those three words that made my chest feel strange again.
"You're worth knowing."
I stared at the notebook, my fingers tracing the neat characters that told the story of how I'd helped a lost first-grader find their way home last week.
She'd noticed that?
I tried to scoff but couldn't muster my usual attitude.
More pages turned, revealing more stories - me standing up for a classmate who was being bullied, me sharing my lunch with Xiao Yang when he forgot his, me helping Mrs. Wang carry her books even though we were always at odds.
Each entry peeled away another layer of the image I'd worked so hard to maintain - the troublemaker, the rebel, the one who didn't care.
But here, in her notebook, was a different truth.
I wanted to tear the pages out, to deny it all, but my hands wouldn't move.
Instead, I closed the notebook gently and whispered, "Thank you."
I sit at my desk during lunch break, unable to focus on the food in front of me.
My chopsticks push rice around aimlessly while my mind replays the entries from Luoyang's notebook.
She's sitting across the room, helping another student with their math problems.
The same patience she'd tried to show me is evident in her gestures.
I steal glances at her, wondering how I'd missed all these moments myself.
Xiao Yang drops by my desk, a grin on his face.
"Hey, Yitao! Guess what? I just beat that hard level on 'Galactic Conquest'!"
He leans in, expecting a high-five or a fist bump.
But I barely acknowledge him, my gaze drifting back to Luoyang.
Xiao Yang follows my gaze and his grin falters.
"Oh," he says knowingly, "you're staring at Luoyang again."
I quickly look away and stuff my mouth with food, but the taste is bland.
My stomach churns with unfamiliar emotions.
