don't force me

"Where did you get the money!" Zhou Man rushed over and grabbed the phone in his hand, "ah, where did you get the money to buy the phone?"

"I..." Du Xuan had never seen his mother like this before. He was frightened and couldn't help taking a step back.

Du Chengcheng grabbed his son and slapped Du Xuan hard on the face: "Where did you get the money? Did you steal it? Or borrow it?"

"I... no, I saved it." Du Xuan's ears were buzzing, his face was burning with pain, he was a little dizzy from being shaken by Du Jiancheng, his feet felt weak, and his whole heart was clenched tight:

"steal"?This word was actually spit out from his own father's mouth.

"Saved?" Du Jiancheng said, "This mobile phone costs four to five thousand, how can you save so much money? How dare you talk nonsense, Du Xuan, how did you become like this now? You, you can't do it. Help! I think it’s because I’m too used to you, and you just don’t deserve a beating.”

Du Xuan's entire face was numb. He knew tears were flowing, but he couldn't feel them.The severe tinnitus made him unable to hear clearly, and the throbbing cheeks made him unable to speak. Du Xuan grabbed his father's hand and just shook his head desperately.

Zhou Man suddenly thought of something, rushed to grab Du Xuan's hand, and snatched him from Du Jiancheng's hand abruptly: "Du Xuan, tell me, is this tuition fee? Are you giving me to you?" Is the money from the cram school used to buy a mobile phone? I said why your academic performance has plummeted. What else do you do with the money besides buying a mobile phone? Playing games? Talking about girlfriends?"

Zhou Man suddenly burst into tears: "Du Xuan, how can you be worthy of me? You let me down so much. I keep telling people everywhere that you are such an excellent child, but..."

Du Xuan opened her mouth, but suddenly she didn't want to explain—what else?What else could they think of me?Du Xuan laughed at herself. It turns out that in their eyes, people with poor academic performance are like this. It turns out that the name "Du Xuan" is only related to academic performance.

Du Jiancheng held the phone and yelled: "Open the lock for me!"

Du Xuan leaned against the dining table without saying a word.Duan Jiancheng pressed a few times, grabbed Du Xuan's right hand and pressed his finger on the home button, the screen flickered and turned on. Both QQ and WeChat are 99+, and most of them are information in the class group. Only Sun Rui and Lin Tingan chat privately, asking "how is it" and "are you okay?"Du Jiancheng quit WeChat to look through the photo album. There were not many photos in it, and most of them were homework left on the blackboard.

Some of the remaining photos are sports fields. In the picture, there is a running figure, wearing a striking sprint suit, striding towards the sun.

That's a boy!

There is no trace of the so-called "girlfriend" at all, and there are very few apps downloaded. Most of them are learning software such as "Little Ape Souti" and "Baici Zhan", and there are no games.

Du Jiancheng threw the phone to Zhou Man, grabbed Du Xuan from the dining table, and asked, "Tell me, where did the money come from!"

Du Xuan muttered: "I saved it, the usual meal expenses and taxi fare."

"How could there be so many likes!"

Du Xuan didn't say a word, he felt that he would never be able to explain to his parents.In all fairness, his parents did not do him any harm in terms of material life. They would often give him [-] or [-] yuan to make him eat something outside when he went to make up lessons, and he would take a taxi back when he was tired.But year after year, one day finally, he would rather be hungry than eat casually in a fast food restaurant on the street alone. He felt psychologically sick when he saw fast food restaurants such as KFC McDonald's.

He just wants to go home and eat a hot meal, even if there is only one dish, or just Jajiangmyeon.

He hopes that on every Saturday and Sunday, the smell of food can waft from the kitchen; his father can chat with him or play a game of chess, and his mother can sit down and listen to him play a piece of music...

However, every Saturday and Sunday, he was always in one cram school after another.He began to get used to eating two pieces of bread casually, or cooking a pack of instant noodles at home to pass a meal.

He threw the money in the drawer casually, and saved a lot of it over time, and finally bought a smart phone.The whole class is using smartphones, and everyone will use WeChat to pass materials, send homework, and use QQ groups to discuss problems.But he didn't want to tell his parents that. After all, in the eyes of his parents, a smart phone means: surfing the Internet, chatting, playing games, and maybe falling in love.His mother only allowed him to use the phone for the elderly, and he was not allowed to do anything except make and receive calls and send text messages.

Du Xuan lowered her head, feeling psychologically satisfied after the physical pain.Seeing his mother roaring hysterically and his father's face flushed with anger, he didn't want to admit that it was a pleasure similar to "revenge", but he did feel a sense of relief and pleasure in his heart.

Yes, this is me, I, Du Xuan, is such a person, I am sorry that I am not what you imagined, but this is me!

You guys, don't put your hopes on me anymore, right?

I can have a normal high school life, right?

After ten o'clock in the evening, Du Xuan finally returned to her room with tired steps.He threw his schoolbag on the ground, and threw himself on the bed without taking off his clothes.Probably because he was too tired, his mind went blank, and he couldn't even remember how he walked back to the room.

My mother kept crying, saying that she was "disappointed" and "too sorry for her".

Dad has been scolding, saying that he "wasted money" and "too self-righteous".

But, well, they finally stopped thinking I was the "best" student in town.

Du Xuan turned over slowly, looking at the shaky ceiling.

"Dang~dang~dang" There was a light tapping sound from the heating pipe next to the bed.

Du Xuan's heart immediately warmed up, and he knew who it was without guessing.Du Xuan reached out and tapped the heating pipe three times.

The knocking stopped, and after a while, Du Xuan heard the doorbell ring.He turned over and sat up all of a sudden, pulled the pillow towel and wiped his face vigorously. Just as he was about to go out and open the door, he heard his mother's footsteps.

Zhou Man went to open the door, and Du Xuan heard Lin Tingan's voice lying at the door of her room, and then her mother said something, Lin Tingan said sullenly: "Okay, please give this to Du Xuan."

Du Xuan sat back on the bed in disappointment, watched Zhou Man push the door in and threw him a single-line notebook: "Lin Tingan said that he borrowed a notebook from you today, and now I'm returning it to you... why did you go so early, it's already past ten o'clock Even running to other people's houses after leaving the house, this child is not sensible."

"Where is he...?" Du Xuan asked unwillingly.

"I said you were sick and fell asleep, so he went back." Zhou Man said, "If you have time to chat with him, you can read books...it's so bad. He's in the second year of junior high school. Can you compare with him?"

The moment Zhou Man was about to close the door, he asked again: "By the way, his father said that he is in the track and field team. Is he a special student?"

Du Xuan lowered his eyes, and a feeling of anger rose faintly.Probably "Titesheng" is the same as "Normal University Attached", in the eyes of my mother, it is not a noun but an adjective. "Ti Te Sheng" means: lax, poor quality, poor grades, bad conduct... It just happens to be a set of antonyms with "Normal University Attached".

Du Xuan said softly, "He's number one in running in the district."

"Can you enter the National Games?" Zhou Man snorted, "Or can you enter the university?"

"He is very good at math and can get full marks in the exam." Du Xuan raised his head and said in an almost provocative tone, "much better than me, and he is also good at physics. I remember he passed the grade before the midterm exam." How many."

"What's the use? There are more than 100 grades." Zhou Man pointed to his son's forehead, "You have the nerve to say it! Lin Tingan didn't enroll in any cram school, and he is still an individual student who can learn mathematics and physics well. What about you? Qian Du White flowers."

Du Xuan took a deep breath and tried to suppress the anger in his heart: "Lin Ting'an is very good, the teachers in school like him very much."

"What's the matter, don't associate with him in the future." Zhou Man glared at his son, "Do you think it's good to have a few special students?"

After finishing speaking, he slammed the door and left.

Du Xuan slowly let go of her tightly clenched palms, her palms were blood red from being dug by her nails.He looked at his palm and smiled a bit. Whether it is good or not is not up to his mother, just like his academic performance, whether it is good or not can only be decided by himself.

Lin Tingan, he is very good!Very good!

Du Xuan took the brand new notebook, and remembered the homework book she threw out of the window a few months ago, and remembered jokingly saying: "In case you don't bring your homework book, I can lend you one"...

Du Xuan casually flipped through it, and suddenly found words written on the first page:

Your mobile phone can’t get through, are you okay, just tap on the heating pipe if you’re okay.Also, come down to my house early tomorrow for breakfast, my mother made delicious food.

Du Xuan saw that the ugliness became a kind of "Lin Ting'an style" handwriting, smiled, took out a steel ruler from the pencil case, and tapped it on the heating pipe.

Dang~~ I'm fine, thank you.

Dang~~Dang~~ I know, see you tomorrow.Lin Tingan quickly knocked back.

Du Xuan looked at the heating pipe, lay on his back on the bed and exhaled slowly, finally felt that the ice in his heart had melted.

Du Xuan thought, really, this is very good.