Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

The next day, the news that the country announced the resumption of the college entrance examination spread all over the country, and even the small Baixing Village quickly got the news.

Tong Xiyuan asked Master Xu to find a few books. When he got home that night, he piled the math and English books in front of Fan He and said excitedly, "The college entrance examination is still three or four months away. We will take the exam together then. From now on, you will study with me every day when I get home from get off work."

On the old wooden table with marks of ironing, the curled books looked dirty and torn.

Fan He frowned, looked at the textbook for a long time, and then said confidently: "Yuan Yuan, I can't read."

At most he could recognize one, two, three, four, and five, but he didn't know anything else.

So don’t even think about asking him to take the college entrance examination.

"I don't know," Tong Xiyuan paused, silently pulled the textbook to his side, rubbed the edge of the book, thought for a moment, and said, "I'll teach you later."

Although his hope of studying at university with Fan He was dashed, Tong Xiyuan knew that the country would develop faster in the future and without knowledge, he would be eliminated by society, so Fan He must study with him.

Fan He raised his eyebrows, neither agreeing nor objecting. He thought Tong Xiyuan was just saying it casually. As time went on, he would be busy with work and prepare for the exam, so he would definitely not have time to take care of him. But Fan He didn't expect Tong Xiyuan to really do what he said.

Three days later, the village chief and others discussed and decided to reopen the village's long-closed primary school in response to the country's call. The village chief would be the principal, and teachers would be selected from the villagers and educated youth with high education levels.

This day is the day for primary school students to register.

Fan He was dragged out of the door by Tong Xiyuan with a gloomy face. He took two steps and stopped three times. When he arrived at the school gate, he stopped exactly where he was.

Tong Xiyuan looked back at him, looking as if he was being forced, and couldn't help laughing, "I'm not asking you to be a student, what are you afraid of?"

He had already discussed with the village chief about letting Fan He go to school to work. In addition to teachers, the school also needed logistics personnel to be responsible for organizing books, chalk, desks, chairs and the like. This job was easy and simple, and the village chief felt particularly sorry for Fan He, so he agreed without thinking.

Tong Xiyuan secretly thought that when Fan He was not busy at work, he could go outside the classroom to sit in on the class, so that he would not fall behind in his studies when he went to work at the hotel during the day.

As a result, from the day he got the news, Fan He was angry with him for three days.

"I'm not afraid," Fan He said, looking at the sparse crowds of people who were registering at the entrance of the elementary school, "Yuanyuan, I just can't bear to let you ride your bike to work alone."

In fact, he felt that it didn't matter whether he studied or not. Going there was a complete waste of time. It would be better to use the time to do other things with Tong Xiyuan.

But he couldn't say that. If he did, Tong Xiyuan would definitely look down on him and think he had no ambition.

Tong Xiyuan forcefully pulled him away and said, "Wait until the weather gets cold before you feel sorry for me. Now feel sorry for yourself first."

It must be painful to experience the feeling of knowledge entering your brain for the first time.

Fan He staggered a step as he was dragged by him, frowning and saying, "I don't..."

"I'm not going to school!" A pig-slaughtering shout stopped Fan He's words and also attracted their attention.

Behind them, they saw a tall and strong man with tanned skin, carrying a child of seven or eight years old like a chicken. The child was crying in his arms and refused to go to school.

"Brother, I won't go. You asked me to stay home and help you with the work." Li Xiaofeng was grabbed by his brother by the clothes on the back of his neck, with his feet hanging in the air, flapping his arms and legs non-stop.

Li Li hit him hard on the head with his other hand and scolded him, "You don't need to work, go and study to be a college student for me."

Li Xiaofeng covered his head and groaned, then was carried by Li Li in such an embarrassed manner as to pass by Tong Xiyuan and the other person.

It was not until they stopped at the registration desk that Tong Xiyuan turned his gaze back to Fan He and asked, "What did you just say?"

Fan He's face straightened, "Nothing, Yuan Yuan, let's go."

He is an adult and cannot make a fuss like a child. What if Yuanyuan gets annoyed?

Tong Xiyuan looked at his fast pace which was completely different from before, frowned and followed him, thinking that men were indeed fickle animals.

When they arrived at the registration office at the school gate, Li Lizheng pulled Li Xiaofeng to talk to the person in charge of registration.

Su Yiwen wore a pair of framed glasses, with a faint smile on his delicate face. He bent over and wrote on the table that was temporarily moved in front of him, "Li Xiaofeng, is it? What grade are you applying for?"

Li Xiaofeng wiped his tears with his sleeve and said, "I want to learn the sixth grade."

The sixth grade only takes one year, and after he finishes that year, he continues to help his brother with housework at home.

The pencil in Su Yiwen's hand stopped in mid-air and he looked at Li Li and asked, "Are you sure you're in the sixth grade?"

Besides him, there were three other teachers in the school. One of them was an educated youth like him, and the other two were villagers recruited from Baixing Village. Their educational level was only around third grade. It was obvious that the kid in front of him was definitely lying.

Li Li looked at him and suddenly came back to his senses. He raised his hand and slapped Li Xiaofeng on the head again. He turned around and smiled at Su Yiwen, "Don't listen to him. You read the newspaper, and I don't understand it either."

Su Yiwen adjusted his glasses and said, "First grade, then."

Li Li nodded, "Okay, first grade."

Li Xiaofeng was between the two of them, covering his head and pouting. It was the first grade, and he had to study for six years. When would it end?

"Okay, come to class this afternoon." Su Yiwen said, and watched Li Li wait for a while. Seeing that this person had signed up and had no intention of leaving, he couldn't help but remind him, "You can go home now, there are people behind you."

He had noticed Tong Xiyuan and Fan He just now. The fact that they were married was no secret in the village. Su Yiwen had heard about it a long time ago. Now when he saw them, he felt that the two of them were very intimate and were a rare pair of perfect match.

It’s just that...it would be better if that lesbian had a smaller frame and was shorter.

Li Lijing's face instantly turned red with embarrassment after he was reminded. He was actually fascinated by this educated youth teacher, like a fool. He glanced back at Tong Xiyuan and Fan He, praying that the two of them didn't notice his stupid look, and hurriedly pulled Li Xiaofeng away like a guilty thief.

Tong Xiyuan then stepped forward with Fan He.

Su Yiwen asked: "Are you also signing up?"

The village chief didn’t say that the school cannot accept older students, but since both of them are married, will it have a bad impact?

"No." Tong Xiyuan explained to him, and then said to Fan He: "You stay and help, I'm leaving."

Fan He pulled him back with his hand, "Yuan Yuan."

Just leave him here like this?

Su Yiwen pretended not to hear the disgusting name-calling between them, stepped aside, and thought without looking away that he had to stay away from this married lesbian.