Chapter 52
During dinner last night, Tan Wenbin said that there would be a lottery meeting at the Shigang Town Square on the weekends.
At present, the lottery industry has not been established in mainland China for a few years, but the lottery trend has long been popular, and the development model is also very close to the people.
In a large venue, there are salespersons in uniforms on both sides of the aisle. People are bustling in and out. They can buy one by one or a box by a box. After buying, they can scratch off the prizes on the spot and redeem the prizes on the spot.
The first prize is usually a car, which will be placed in the most conspicuous place high up.
Li Zhuiyuan felt like he was holding a lottery ticket before going to bed every night, and when he woke up it was time to redeem the prize.
And every time there is a good guarantee, and surprises are often issued.
For example, this morning, when he woke up, he saw Ali wearing a horse skirt with dark gold patterns, paired with the white clothes on her upper body, which made her look both sassy and delicate.
Perhaps because she was aware of her preference, she had been wearing horse skirts more frequently recently.
This was the result of Liu Yumei's earnest efforts to dissuade you: "Oh, my granddaughter, no matter how much he likes you, he can't wear the same style every day. He will get bored easily."
Another large table was placed in the room, with pens, paper and various paints spread out on it.
Ah Li moved these directly from Liu Yumei.
From the paper to the pen, everything is extraordinary, and even the paint is made using ancient methods. Liu Yumei is not particular about food, but the ordinary things she uses in life are all rare and can even be regarded as cultural relics. .
Of course, she may not think this is extravagant, because she has lived such a life since she was a child.
Just like earlier, when she gave a greeting gift, it was either a jade ring or earrings, and the money for the gift was calculated on a lump sum, so she was really not showing off her wealth.
The difference between showing off her wealth and being generous is that she sincerely intends to give.
At this time, Ali was painting.
Now she didn't have to wake up early and sit there waiting for the boy to wake up.
Li Zhuiyuan sat up and stretched slightly.
The girl looked over with a pen and turned her head slightly.
Li Zhuiyuan smiled and got out of bed to wash up. After washing and walking back with the washbasin, Liu Yumei waved from below.
"Grandma Liu."
"Come, take down your painting and let grandma admire it."
"Okay, Grandma."
Liu Yumei sat down with a smile. "Liu's Qi-Wang Jue" can only be taught after Ali's disease is completely cured and she accepts this brat as Liu's registered disciple.
But music, chess, calligraphy and painting are not in the way and can be taught.
No, you don’t need to teach this kid how to play chess, he can play better than me.
Li Zhuiyuan came down with the two paintings and spread them out on the tea table.
One was just painted by me, and the other was painted by Ah Li.
The scene in the painting is all about standing on the second floor terrace in the early morning, looking out at the countryside. It was this scene that prompted Li Zhuiyuan to want to learn painting.
Liu Yumei glanced over, then frowned slightly and said:
"If you were an ordinary teacher, I would give you a genius rating because you draw so well."
"Grandma, please enlighten me."
"But the problem arises here. In terms of technique, you have imitated Ah Li so well that there is almost no difference. However, when it comes to retracting and releasing, you are too comfortable and too deliberate.
It does look good at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it is full of craftsmanship. ”
"Grandma is right, this is indeed my problem."
Although the two paintings depict the same scene, and Ali's style is more gloomy and his is more sunny, but Ali's painting looks like it can move, while his painting, even if it creates movement, is still dead.
"Many people spend their whole lives studying painting and calligraphy techniques, but for real people, they have to come up with new tricks to be interesting. To put it more simply, they have to incorporate emotions."
Li Zhuiyuan's eyes darkened.
"You are still young, and it is already remarkable to draw like this. There is no need to worry about composing new words."
"Thank you for your teaching."
"Teaching is out of the question. Because it's you, I said it more harshly. In fact, it's just nitpicking."
Li Zhuiyuan nodded with a smile and put the painting away.
Aunt Liu came out at the right time and shouted: "It's time for breakfast!"
He sat down and went to get the salted duck eggs to peel for Ali, but the girl beat him to it.
When she wanted to get the second one, the girl took it away again.
After a while, the girl peeled off a duck egg and brought it to herself.
Her eyes are healed, but there are some habits that the girl is unwilling to change back.
As Li Zhuiyuan ate, he thought about what Liu Yumei said. After studying for a month, his painting skills were enough to win prizes in competitions. After all, he was still in the junior category.
But in front of real people, my paintings are more ingenious than those old painters who specialize in copying paintings for a living.
If I continue to work hard at painting, my future destination will probably be to become a famous master of fake painting in China.
But, how can we integrate emotions?
Maybe it's a problem with the scenery; then why not just change the subject of the painting?
Li Zhuiyuan looked at Ah Li who was carefully picking out the duck eggs with chopsticks, and he had an idea in his mind.
"Ahhh..."
Tan Wenbin's yawn was loud and long.
His father agreed that he should continue to live here and that he should follow Xiaoyuan to and from school instead of going to morning and evening self-study, but he was not actually that relaxed.
No matter how he solved the questions, he couldn't do it as fast as Xiao Yuan could set the questions for himself, and he could feel that Xiao Yuan was getting better and better in setting the questions for himself.
At first, he was given difficult questions, but now he started to pay attention to the combination of difficult and easy questions. He could tell that some questions were deliberately given to him by Xiao Yuan so that he could rack his brains and figure them out step by step to gain happiness. .
Although he could see it, he was really happy. He felt like a little loach, being kneaded casually in Xiaoyuan's hands. He was quite happy.
The only regret is that in the past month, it has been very quiet and there has been no death.
He asked Runsheng, had it been like this before?
Runsheng replied: Before you came, I was wondering why there were so many dead people in the village suddenly. After you came, it became normal.
This made Tan Wenbin feel very guilty for a time, thinking that his appearance had ruined the feng shui.
However, Li Zhuiyuan did not find it boring. He was now mainly focusing on studying painting and studying "The Record of the Righteous Way to Conquer Demons". By the way, he also studied the details left by the dwarf father and son.
The boy felt that he was living a fulfilling life now, and it would be better for the frequency of death to be moderate. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to bear it if the Bai family lady skinned her in the fish pond today.
Li Sanjiang was very quiet today, drinking porridge silently.
After breakfast, Runsheng rolled out the tricycle.
There were two small benches on the car, both wrapped in cloth.
Tan Wenbin launched his own bicycle.
That trip home from school was an ordeal for him. He felt he shouldn't be in the car but under the car.
"Master." Li Zhuiyuan did not rush to get in the car, but walked towards Li Sanjiang, showing a little trepidation and expectation.
Most children have this expression during this period, especially when facing the elders of the next generation.
"Haha, I understand."
Li Sanjiang took out the money from his pocket. It was not much money, at least it was much less than when he used to give his great-grandson a lot of money, but as a daily pocket money, it was enough for most rural children and even urban children nowadays. The children were all envious and envious.
Li Sanjiang has always been willing to spend money, and he was even more willing to spend money on Xiao Yuanhou.
"Hey."
Li Zhuiyuan accepted today's pocket money.
He rejected Li Sanjiang's proposal to give him a month's pocket money at a time, because he would give him a little bit every day, so that he could be more happy every day.
You can also try more opportunities to get happy emotions.
He and Ali got into the car together and the tricycle drove down the dam.
The girl insisted on taking the boy to and from school every morning and evening.
Li Zhuiyuan also paid special attention and found that Liu Yumei did not let Aunt Liu follow, and Uncle Qin, who had left long ago, was not visible in the dark.
She really let her granddaughter go out like this, and she also knew what was best for her granddaughter in the future.
However, with Runsheng's protection, Ah Li would not be in any danger.
No, even without Runsheng's protection, it seems that A'li will not be in any danger. Runsheng may be more interested in protecting those who try to get close to A'li from real danger.
The gate of the big middle school is always the busiest in the morning, noon and evening, and the street shops along the gate also open early.
Sometimes Li Zhuiyuan would buy some siomai or hot dumplings and share them with Ah Li.
The main thing is to have a taste, after all, I had breakfast at home.
Or buy some small trinkets for Ali to help fill her collection box.
Liu Yumei told Li Zhuiyuan that every night before going to bed, Ah Li would squat in front of the collection box and carefully sort out the collection one by one.
It's a pity that Ali can't go to school.
Now she has no objection to her family members, such as Taiye, Tan Wenbin, and Runsheng, and will not react when they get close. She can even do this to Li Weihan, Cui Guiying, Cuicui Pan Zileizi, and others who are often at home. restraint.
But she couldn't accept it when she went to school and sat in a classroom with a large group of students.
The most important thing is that Ali is not interested in school life, nor does she yearn for friends. The traditional perspective of a redeemer is so redundant for her.
She may even have no thoughts about this world. What she likes is just the "new world" that the boy exposed her to.
After waving goodbye to Runsheng Ali, Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Wenbin followed the crowd of junior high school students into the school gate.
High school students start self-study earlier, so except for those who live very close to home, most high school students, especially seniors, will choose to live on campus.
Tan Wenbin had lived on campus before, but later he got into a fight with someone in the dormitory and moved home.
When I walked into the high school teaching building, everyone was in the second period of morning self-study. Except for the teacher's lecture, it seemed very quiet.
Tan Wenbin carried his schoolbag sideways and swung his bangs as he walked. He enjoyed this unique feeling and felt that he had a unique accent.
Even if he met other teachers or principals on the road, he would not be afraid at all. After all, they were all very gentle and polite to his boss.
At the same time, he would nod to him.
In fact, only Tan Yunlong and his wife still have the idea that their son can get a little bit of Wenquxing's fairy spirit;
For the school leaders and teachers, it is a good deal to sacrifice Tan Wenbin to ensure a provincial champion.
Li Zhuiyuan walked to the door of the classroom, where English teacher Su was teaching cloze questions.
Teacher Su smiled and waved to Li Zhuiyuan.
Li Zhuiyuan also smiled shyly.
There was no need to shout "report" to disturb the classmates. He walked directly into the classroom. Tan Wenbin sat down first, followed by Li Zhuiyuan.
Pulling out "The Record of the Righteous Way to Conquer Demons" from the drawer, Li Zhuiyuan began to read it.
In an English-speaking environment, this kind of "classical works" is even more fragrant.
However, after sitting there for a month, he really didn't like the position in the first row at the door.
Because every time the classmates in the class passed by here, they would deliberately slow down and look at him, even though he was already careful not to make friends with his classmates.
The foreign students seem to regard passing here as a landmark for taking a walk between classes. Obviously Class 13, Grade 3, is in the middle and is not the only way to go to the toilet.
Teachers are even more exaggerated. They would rather take a detour than walk here before going to and from get out of class, and then stop by the window or door, giving them a loving and caring smile, as if they have to water the orchids they planted several times a day. water.
Due to their own reasons, the deans and principals come here more frequently. They don't have to distinguish between classes, so students in the class no longer dare to read martial arts novels or whisper in class.
The horror that only appeared outside the window when I looked up occasionally has now turned into facing the bleak life.
Li Zhuiyuan really likes the last row of this row, which is close to the door and has a large space. The trash cans are not here, but behind the row on the inside.
From a Feng Shui perspective, if you sit here to view the world, the standard hidden dragon is in the abyss position.
The second is the position on both sides of the teacher's desk, with the guardians on the left and right.
In the past, Tan Wenbin was the right protector.
But the right protector has his back against the classroom door, which is not good, as he is easily frightened and prone to seizures.
The best one is Zuo Dharma protector. His body is covered by the lecture table. He carries the emperor's will from above and reaches the hearts of the people below. He is hidden in the city.
Or because there are so many people, there are more than seventy students in a class. When I went to school, there were not so many people. Moreover, the class was readjusted every semester. Some students could not keep up, and some students were sick.
The morning self-study bell rang, and the English class was over.
The high school here has four classes in the morning and four classes in the afternoon.
However, morning self-study can be divided into two classes of half an hour each, lunch self-study with one class of one hour, and evening self-study with four classes of one hour each.
On the class schedule, self-study classes are marked with subjects, and the school requires teachers to be present during the regular classes.
Such an intensive course shocked Li Zhuiyuan. If they had followed this kind of class schedule before, whether he and his classmates could bear it or not, the professors would definitely be exhausted first.
During the break, the students began to quickly pack away their stationery.
Li Zhuiyuan asked curiously: "Brother Binbin, what's wrong?"
"Today is the monthly exam, don't you know?" Tan Wenbin was also packing away stationery, but after taking a look at the cover book in Li Zhuiyuan's hand, he paused, "It's normal that you don't know."
One month after school started, I started to take the monthly exams.
In order to prevent cheating, senior high school students and senior high school students will take exams in mixed classes and take seats in other classes according to the exam number.
In fact, it makes no sense to cheat even when you are already a senior in high school. It is purely self-deception. However, reality is often contrary to human nature, because there are really many seniors who are willing to cheat to achieve the third model.
At this time, the head teacher Sun Qing came in and asked: "Xiaoyuan, do you want to take the monthly exam, or go to my office to sit?"
"Let's take the exam, but can you give me all the subject papers for the first exam?"
"Okay, no problem, I'll get it for you."
Li Zhuiyuan knew what the school wanted him to do, and it was convenient for him and others. He still had to take such a large exam.
The first is to make sure that the teachers are still as kind as the wind even when I continue not to listen to classes or do homework, and the second is to help Brother Binbin get a feel for the situation so that he can give him questions more easily.
He is really not good at teaching people to learn, so he is learning.
Li Zhuiyuan got up and went to see his exam number on the wall in front.
"Brother, when you come back, your exam number will be in its place."
"Oh."
Li Zhuiyuan sat back.
Tan Wenbin went to the first place in the left column.
In the past, Tan Wenbin only read a sentence in a magazine: Unless you are handsome enough, you will never experience how proactive girls can be.
Now he really wants to add one more thing: It turns out that as long as your grades are good enough, the school won't be reserved at all.
The first test was mathematics, and the invigilator was Mr. Yan, the math teacher of this class.
After the papers were handed out, Teacher Yan put the other subject papers on Li Zhuiyuan's desk, gently patted Li Zhuiyuan's shoulder, and said with a smile:
"You can do math, but you can choose other subjects."
"Yeah."
Then, Teacher Yan put her teacup on the boy’s desk: “New cup, newly brewed tea.”
"Thank you, teacher."
The sophomore boy who was assigned to this examination room next to him looked at this scene with horror in his eyes.
While waiting for the exam, I watched the little boy next door start writing answers with a "shuashuashua" sound, and my mentality began to explode.
No, even if the answer is in front of you, it can't be copied as fast as you, right?
Li Zhuiyuan quickly finished the math paper, picked up the physics paper and started writing.
Teacher Yan walked down, picked up the math paper, took out the red pen, and started correcting directly.
He was very satisfied. He felt that the boy was not complacent because of his good grades, but remained humble and pursued progress.
Look, there is no super-outline solution for the big questions this time, and there is a big "solution" written in front of each answer question.
When he reached the end of the Chinese text, Li Zhuiyuan paused.
Because the theme of the essay title is: maternal love.
But there was only a pause, and Li Zhuiyuan once again wrote a maternal love composition in standard style. Li Lan in it was incredibly loving and great, and he was a good role model for him.
The only thing I can't do is the English listening test, so I won't do it.
Li Zhuiyuan checked the names of the test papers, stood up, and handed all the papers to Teacher Yan.
"Are your hands sore?" "A little bit."
"I told you not to write so much." Teacher Yan scolded, "Go to my office to take a break and take a nap?"
"I'll go to the principal's office."
"That's right, it's quiet there. Remember to come to the small classroom to talk about the questions during lunch self-study."
"Okay, Teacher Yan."
Li Zhuiyuan stood on the podium and looked down at Tan Wenbin sitting below. He had already answered the questions and kept writing with few pauses and no biting his nails.
Returning to his desk and picking up a book, Li Zhuiyuan walked out of the examination room and went straight to the principal's office.
When he was approaching the door, he heard loud noises coming from inside. He originally wanted to leave and find another office.
But in the voices, he heard Li Sanjiang, Li Weihan and Cui Guiying.
He knew why his grandfather and grandparents came, because he said that he was in the third year of high school, Tan Wenbin also testified, and even Lei Zi, Pan Ziyingzi and the others also testified.
But it is still too difficult for the old people to understand, so they formed a team and went to the school specifically today to see it and believe it.
It was probably after he came in that he was invited into the office by Principal Wu.
No wonder Grandpa was so quiet during breakfast today.
An instinct made Li Zhuiyuan want to turn around and leave, because he knew what would happen after he opened the door and entered, the joy and relief of the old people, and the praise and encouragement of Principal Wu.
He was eager to avoid this established process.
But at this moment, the sound of Li Lan's footsteps on the other end of the phone came to mind. He and she were different after all.
This disease instinct is not difficult to overcome.
Li Zhuiyuan pushed open the door of the principal's office. The grandfather and grandparents sitting inside all stood up and looked at the children. Li Zhuiyuan walked over and was hugged by them with a smile on his face.
Principal Wu said a lot of words of encouragement, and Li Zhuiyuan lowered his head, looking appropriately shy.
After confirming the matter, the master and the others left quickly. Li Zhuiyuan came to the corridor and looked at the three old people walking towards the school gate below.
The prince put his hands on his hips and walked out of the stage like an imperial envoy.
Li Weihan held the hookah behind his back. He was always calm and honest, and his shoulders were shaking.
Cui Guiying held a handkerchief and kept smiling and wiping her tears.
Li Zhuiyuan was very lucky that he didn't choose to turn around and leave just now.
Thinking back to the essay he just wrote, he realized that imitating Li Lan might have been a mistake, and he should have used her as a negative example to avoid it earlier.
If I had realized this earlier, my condition would not have become so serious at such a young age.
"Xiaoyuan, your grandparents still don't believe that you are in the third year of high school, haha."
Wu Xinhan pulled the boy into the office again. He gave his desk to the boy to read and took out drinks and chocolates from the drawer.
He knew that the boy had taken the monthly exam, which was good and gave everyone reassurance on a regular basis.
At the same time, he also knew that the boy was working as a teaching assistant in the Mathematical Olympiad class.
Li Zhuiyuan picked up Wei Zhengdao and started reading.
The principal sat opposite, looking at the documents. When he wanted to smoke, he went out to light a cigarette and came back after finishing it.
The bell rang for the second exam in the morning, and Li Zhuiyuan declined the principal's invitation to go to the cafeteria to have a small meal.
When I walked to the school gate, I waited for Tan Wenbin, who still had Zheng Haiyang with him.
Although the three of them eat out a lot on weekdays, they don't eat stir-fried dishes every time. They basically eat fried rice with noodles and eggs. Of course, this is something that only children from two-income families can afford nowadays.
Most of the school's students are children from rural families. Many of them don't even go to the canteen and go back to the dormitories to eat the dry food they bring home.
We also bring our own pickles and pickles, and we often share each other’s mother’s cooking.
Tan Wenbin is quite rich. His parents' pocket money has increased a lot since he followed Li Zhuiyuan. Zheng Haiyang is even richer, otherwise those gangsters wouldn't blackmail him.
These days, being a sailor has a high salary and a lot of outside income. Calculated purely in terms of pocket money, Tan Wenbin can only be considered a poor household in front of Zheng Haiyang.
Tan Wenbin ordered five bowls of noodles. He ate one bowl by himself and two bowls by his brain.
Zheng Haiyang first went to buy three bottles of soda, and then ordered three poached eggs, three lion heads, and three chicken legs.
He was happy to play with them. Runsheng had beaten those people so badly last time. No one dared to trouble him during this period, especially with Li Zhuiyuan's current status in the school, no one in the school dared not to open their eyes. Tickle him.
"Brother Yuanzi, Brother Bin, I had a dream yesterday."
Zheng Haiyang also imitated Tan Wenbin and called Xiaoyuan "brother".
"What dream?" Tan Wenbin asked, biting into a chicken leg.
"I dreamed that my dad took me treasure hunting. This dream was very real."
"Isn't your dad at sea?"
"Well, let's dive for treasure. There are several sunken ships on the bottom of the sea. There are many gold, silver and jewelry inside."
"Oh, how much did you catch?"
"I didn't catch much. Just when I was about to get it, I woke up from the dream."
"What kind of dream is this? At least you can get gold, silver and jewelry. When you get to the shore, you can look for me in the dream and be cool and unrestrained."
"Hehehe." Zheng Haiyang scratched his head.
Tan Wenbin looked at Li Zhuiyuan again: "Brother Xiaoyuan, can this dream be interpreted?"
Li Zhuiyuan shook his head and took a sip of noodle soup: "I can't interpret dreams."
"Oh, yes, this dream is too flashy. You kid, you are crazy about wanting to get rich. Your family's conditions are so good, why do you still want money so much?"
"Maybe I was afraid of being blackmailed by them before. If I can't pay, I will be beaten."
Li Zhuiyuan continued to eat noodles with his head down. In fact, he could interpret dreams. Compared with fortune telling, dream interpretation can only be regarded as a basic low-end job.
Because most of them "think about it every day and dream about it at night" can be solved accordingly.
Except for a few parts, it is really something I feel.
The most typical one is the fetal dream, which may not be dreamed by the pregnant woman herself, but by her relatives.
Another is that when a relative dies, someone will indeed dream about him or her that night without knowing it.
Shipwrecks, the bottom of the sea, gold and silver, your father takes you to hunt for treasure but ends up in vain...
Career, risk, farewell...these elements are all there.
In ancient times, when communications and roads were underdeveloped, children in two places suddenly had such a dream. If they asked someone to interpret it, they would either return home immediately or prepare to visit a distant place and pay filial piety.
There are similar plots in many stories recorded by literati. They attach great importance to this because it involves Ding You's official career.
However, this kind of thing is inherently inaccurate. Li Zhuiyuan has always restrained himself from reading people's fortunes, so naturally he will not discuss this topic.
Zheng Haiyang suddenly said quietly: "Brother Xiaoyuan, are you really okay?"
He is introverted, but introverts tend to have delicate minds. What he said before is actually a kind of foreshadowing.
Li Zhuiyuan asked in confusion: "What?"
"I asked my neighbors' grandparents, and they said that this dream is not very auspicious, so I should dream of something good."
Li Zhuiyuan shook his head and said firmly: "Feudal superstitions are all lies."
"Poof..."
The noodles in Tan Wenbin's mouth spurted out, and two more came out of his nostrils.
He immediately lowered his head and took the paper and started wiping it. If I hadn't seen you kill the dwarf father and son by arranging Feng Shui with my own eyes, I would really believe it.
"Haha." Zheng Haiyang smiled again and asked, "Brother Xiaoyuan, how did you do in the exam this morning?"
Tan Wenbin responded: "Except for English, I should have done well in everything else."
"Ah, did you take the English test this morning?"
"He passed all the math tests when we took them. By the way, why don't you ask me how I did?"
"How did you do in the exam, Brother Bin?"
"I don't know. It knew me and I didn't know it when I took many exam questions in the past. Now, I feel quite familiar with it, like an old friend dropping by."
"Is it specifically good or bad?"
"I don't know, I'm afraid it will kill me."
"Huh?"
"Let's wait until the specific scores come out. I don't know if I did it right or not, but I did it all. I also wrote the final big questions in mathematics and physics."
"Brother Bin, this is not Chinese language. You won't get points even if you write it full."
"Go, go, go, you still need to teach me?"
After lunch, the three of them went back to school. There were three exams in the afternoon, and self-study classes continued as usual.
Li Zhuiyuan did not go back to the classroom, but went to a small classroom that usually did not hold classes.
There were already more than a dozen people sitting inside, including high school juniors and seniors, selected by the math team teacher to prepare for the city Olympiad.
Nowadays, the Mathematical Olympiad in Mainland China is booming. If you can compete in this kind of competition and get a good ranking, it will have a huge advantage for your further education.
Li Zhuiyuan was originally invited by Teacher Yan to participate in the study competition, but a few days later, he was invited by several mathematics teachers to pose questions.
Because the competition questions are more difficult and more flexible, when Li Zhuiyuan first joined the group, he often saw teachers and students immersed in thinking together.
He quickly realized that he was a well-fed man but a hungry man. His learning conditions were actually very favorable, but they were limited to big cities. Looking across the country, the marketization of teaching aid competition materials had just begun. Many schools They are all still begging to go to big and middle schools outside to copy their mock papers for their own students.
Written on the blackboard were the questions Li Zhuiyuan wrote yesterday. Half of the questions had been checked. Li Zhuiyuan picked up the chalk and began to write down the solution process under the unchecked questions.
Then, the students and teachers below all showed bewildered expressions and kept saying:
"Oh~ So that's it."
Li Zhuiyuan also felt very relaxed. Teaching them was much simpler than teaching Binbin. He didn't have to go out of his way to make the steps very detailed, and he didn't have to consider the combination of difficulty and difficulty to protect his enthusiasm for learning.
Even if there is someone who still doesn’t understand after watching the process, he will ask the people around him. If he still doesn’t understand, it doesn’t matter. He will be kicked out and go back to the classroom to study hard.
After erasing the question, Li Zhuiyuan continued to ask questions.
Next, the teacher and students started copying. Unless before the competition, otherwise, everyone has either teaching tasks or study tasks, and it is impossible to stay here all day.
Outside, Principal Wu took several vice principals and directors and quietly came to the door of the small classroom to visit the class.
Seeing that little figure standing on the bench and writing questions on the blackboard, everyone's face showed the joy of digging out oil from their own land.
"I think our school should be able to pass a few in this city competition."
"I think there is at least one stable one..."
"Do you still think that this stable person has a high probability of winning the first place in the city?"
Nantong is a big education city, with six counties and one city under its jurisdiction, all of which have famous brand-name middle schools.
And this middle school, even in this county, does not belong to the first echelon, which means it starts on a hellish difficulty level.
Wu Xinhan touched his chin, feeling very relieved that it was not in vain that he made the trip as a driver to invite someone to enroll in school.
In the past, every time I had a meeting, I would watch them pretending to be modest and weird. He, Wu Xinhan, had typed up countless weird drafts. It seemed that it was his turn to perform this time.
At this time, a director next to him seemed to be overjoyed and said in a daze: "Are we considered immigrants for the college entrance examination?"
Several colleagues next to him immediately looked at him with bewildered eyes.
Wu Xinhan was amused, and he directly previewed the yin and yang in advance: "Whose family specially immigrated from Beijing to Jiangsu to take the college entrance examination?"
After a pause, he continued: "You are so smart, why don't you transport coal from the Northeast to Shanxi to sell it?"
The director quickly raised his hand and explained: "I mean this kind of happiness."
After attending the Mathematical Olympiad competition class, Li Zhuiyuan returned to the principal's office.
I saw the principal and two physical education teachers hanging a curtain. There was a spring bed behind the curtain.
"Xiaoyuan, you can rest here from now on. The desks in the classroom are too hard."
After the exam was finished in the afternoon and there was still some time before school was over, Li Zhuiyuan returned to the classroom.
Everyone in the class looked lifeless after a whole day of exams.
Even Tan Wenbin is hanging his head now.
However, there are exams in the evening. In order to shorten the time, I will finish all the exams today.
This also means that Tan Wenbin can't get out of school with him tonight.
"Brother Binbin, will you go back to your home tonight?"
"No, I will go to Zhuang Zhuang's house after school in the evening."
"Oh."
"I'll go back when the monthly exam results come out." Tan Wenbin raised his neck, opened the book, and began to memorize the concepts.
After watching for a while, he lay down again and rubbed his stomach. He must be hungry and his brain stopped working.
Li Zhuiyuan took out the chocolate from his pocket and handed it to him.
"Eh?" Tan Wenbin immediately took it, peeled it off and put it in his mouth, "Where did it come from?"
"It's in the principal's office, hehe."
"Don't tell me, it's really delicious. It's worthy of being approved by the principal."
With that said, Tan Wenbin raised his arm and shot, throwing the chocolate at Zheng Haiyang, hitting Zheng Haiyang's head. Zheng Haiyang was startled, and he laughed out loud when he saw it was chocolate.
When the female monitor heard the noise, she raised her head and stared at him.
Tan Wenbin was not afraid at all and stared back.
What a joke, if even the squad leader is afraid, how can he have the nerve to be the Right Protector?
However, after staring back, Tan Wenbin made another parabola.
With a "ding dong" sound, the chocolate landed accurately on the monitor's desk this time.
The monitor's face suddenly turned red.
The students around the monitor all said in unison: "Yo hoo~"
But the person involved, Tan Wenbin, didn't notice it at all. After throwing it away, he lowered his head and asked Li Zhuiyuan: "Brother Xiaoyuan, aren't you anxious if you haven't been killed recently?"
"No."
"Don't you like to fish for the dead?"
"Well, there is nothing I can do."
"Don't you go out and look for it? You get out of school every day. It's impossible for me to come to the school to inspect the work and see you. I'm dead and I'm not a leader."
"I had a problem with my eyes last time."
"Well, isn't this good?"
"Mr. Worry."
"Oh, I know." Tan Wenbin nodded, "Indeed, let's talk about fate."
"Dingle bell!!!"
The school bell rings.
The students forced themselves up one after another and slowly walked out of the classroom to look for food everywhere. Because they knew there were several exams waiting for them in the evening, everyone looked lifeless, like a group of dead people.
"Brother Binbin, let me lend you some books and papers and I will take them back."
"Are you going to help me set up an altar table to pray for my monthly exam results?"
"Ali needs it."
"Okay, I'll give it to you. Let me carry it for you. Anyway, Haiyang and I have to go to the school gate to eat, so we can just carry it to Runsheng. Haiyang, Haiyang, why are you sitting there? Let's go eat!"
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Everyone in the class had left, except Zheng Haiyang who was still lying on the desk.
Tan Wenbin walked over, patted him on the back and asked, "What's wrong? I feel unwell. Weren't you fine just now?"
Unexpectedly, after taking this photo, the sound of "bah, bah, bah, bah" was actually captured.
Zheng Haiyang also seemed to be stressed. He who had been lying on the desk suddenly straightened up and sat up. Water was seeping out of his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.
Under his feet, a pool of wetness had already gathered, and it continued to spread rapidly.
His face was pale and his expression was dull. The next moment, he looked like a drowning man raising his neck.
Start shouting:
"There is a bastard who is buried under the sea; whoever dares to rape him will have his whole family killed!"
(End of chapter)