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Every once in a while, Duan Chuiyu would be called to the office by the teacher to talk. This semester, the frequency is higher than before.Chinese teacher Tian Xiao is a fierce-looking middle-aged woman with short curly hair and glasses with oval lenses. Although she has a sharp and unforgiving mouth, she is actually very easy to talk to.

Duan Chuiyu is currently receiving training from Tian Xiao in the language office.

"Your writing is quite beautiful." Tian Xiao pointed at Duan Chuiyu's composition with a red pen, "It's just that you don't review the questions and make up your mind, look at this word——"

Tian Xiao clicked his tongue twice, his eyes were sharp, but he couldn't hide his admiration, "No matter how the content is written, there must be 30 points if you don't deviate from the topic..."

"There is also the most basic dictation, and there are so many mistakes in this one, how do you usually memorize it!"

"It's the third year of high school. It's time to use some snacks. Studying is your own business. You have to be responsible for yourself, you know?"

"Didn't Teacher Ding change your tablemate for you, called Song Ying, right? That girl won the composition competition award in the city before, you can ask her for advice when you have time."

Duan Chuiyu nodded perfunctorily, the left ear went in and the right ear went out.

The teachers are very good at picking the time to catch people, especially when it is close to the end of school, when Duan Chuiyu leaves the office after training, there are not many people left in the school.

The days of this season are still very long, and in the evening, before the sun sets, the sky is still clear, with occasional bird shadows passing by, accompanied by distant low chirping.

On the way to the bathroom, Duan Chuiyu saw a petite figure hovering at the door from a distance, hesitating in footsteps, not daring to go in.

It was a little girl. When Duan Chuiyu passed by her, the girl boldly grabbed his school pants, and said in a tender and childish voice, "Brother, may I ask, is this the toilet?"

The women's and men's toilets in No. [-] Middle School are separated by floors. This floor only has men's toilets. Duan Chuiyu said, "This is the men's toilet."

The girl froze for a moment, her face blank.

Duan Chuiyu pointed to the downstairs, "The women's toilet is downstairs."

The girl looked seven or eight years old, and she was less than Duan Chuiyu's waist. Duan Chuiyu had no impression of his IQ level at his age. I wonder if this child can distinguish between men's toilets and In the women's room, she was also afraid that she would be unsafe by herself, so she said, "Do you want me to take you there?"

"Well! Good!" The girl nodded vigorously, "Thank you! Brother!"

While talking, there was a smell of smoke in the air. Two boys came out of the toilet. The leader had a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth.

"Cough, cough cough..." Duan Chuiyu heard the child cough twice.

"Yo, I was shocked, where is the child?" The boy with a cigarette looked at the little girl curiously.

"Cough, cough...cough, cough..." The child's cough suddenly became more intense, his breath was heavy, and he covered his mouth and coughed until his face turned red.

Duan Chuiyu frowned, feeling something was wrong, normal people shouldn't have such a big reaction when they smell the smoke, right?

The child may have asthma.

"Pinch the cigarette." Duan Chuiyu suddenly said to the boy.

The boy was stunned for a moment while biting his cigarette, then he got excited: "Hey, why should I listen to you?"

Duan Chuiyu is a celebrity in school, has a school-level good looks, and is the principal's son. There are many girls who have a crush on him, but not all of them find him disliked.

The boy in front of him looked like a bastard in an ordinary class, with a hooliganism all over his body, and the way he stared at Duan Chuiyu, it was easy to tell that he belonged to the "dislike" category.

Duan Chuiyu was too lazy to talk, and lightly clasped the child's shoulders, trying to take her downstairs.

The boy held a cigarette between his fingers, and sneered behind him: "Awesome, as expected of the principal's son, who still cares about the students smoking, your father should let you sit—"

With a "pop", Duan Chuiyu turned around and slapped the boy's wrist.

The voice stopped, and when the boy came to his senses, the small half of the cigarette in his hand had already fallen to the ground, sparks rubbed against his shoelace, and with a sound of "sizzling", the white shoelace was burned with a scorched spot.

Duan Chuiyu stepped on the cigarette butt and twisted it vigorously, his eyes became cold.

"Your mother—force." The boy stared at his sneakers and said harshly, "I just bought new fucking shoes!"

"Are you an idiot?!" The boy grabbed Duan Chuiyu by the collar of his school uniform and threw him against the wall. Seeing this, the little girl trembled in fright and took a few steps back.

She lowered her head, covering her mouth and coughing uncontrollably.

Duan Chuiyu turned his head for a glance, then his eyes fell back to the boy's face, and he said coldly: "If you say one more word, I will slap your mouth."

"Fuck, your mother, pretending to be your mother?" The boy's new shoes were ruined, and he was so angry that he couldn't get rid of his hatred if he didn't vent it. He grabbed Duan Chuiyu's school uniform and raised his fist as if to strike. The boy behind hurriedly pulled him back.

"Hey hey, forget it!"

"Forget your mother, my shoes are all burned—"

Before he finished speaking, Duan Chuiyuyang grabbed the boy's collar with his hand, pulled it hard, turned around and threw him against the wall, in front of the child, he didn't make a move, and he didn't have time to do it , there is already a teacher running over from a distance.

"Hey! Boys over there! What are you doing! Don't fight!"

It was Chen Yun, an English teacher, and the director of the Academic Affairs Office who ran over, only to hear the girl next to her yell "Mom" unsteadily, with a crisp voice.

Duan Chuiyu was slightly taken aback.

"Which class are you in?!" The director of the Academic Affairs Office stared at the troublemakers, sniffed his nose, and his eyes froze: "Who is smoking?"

The two boys were silent.

"Mom! Cough, cough, cough." The little girl hugged Chen Yun, and her cough has been relieved and gradually subsided.

"Where did you go, didn't you tell you to wait for your mother in the office?" Chen Yun said anxiously.

"I want to go to the bathroom." The girl turned her head to look at Duan Chuyu, and softly called out, "Brother."

Chen Yun raised her head to look at him upon hearing this.

Duan Chuiyu didn't say a word, and his face was not very good-looking.

The director of the Academic Affairs Office bent down to pick up the cigarette butts on the ground, stared and shouted, "All follow me to the office!"

When Duan Chuiyu was led away by the director of the Academic Affairs Office, the girl yelled again: "Brother! Can I come here to play with you in the future?!"

"No." Duan Chuiyu replied indifferently, and left with the director without looking back.

The two boys who secretly smoked in the toilet were punished according to the school's rules and regulations. Fortunately, the fight did not end, otherwise it would be an extra crime.

Duan Chuiyu was left alone to talk. He was wearing a white school uniform with short sleeves, the wide cuffs hanging down to his elbows, and he stood silently at the window.

The setting sun leaked in from the window, and the warm light shrouded half of his figure.

He felt a dull pain in his elbow. He looked down and saw a layer of skin on his elbow. It should have been accidentally scratched when he was pushed against the wall just now. That area is under renovation, and the wall at the toilet door is all rough The wall, which has not been painted, has burrs embedded in the wall.

Blood oozes from the scratched flesh, not much blood, but it hurts a little, Duan Chuiyu hissed lightly, and rolled up the cuff twice.

The dean of the Academic Affairs Office pondered for a while, and said softly, "Fortunately, this fight didn't start, otherwise I don't know how to explain to the principal."

Duan Chuiyu frowned.

The director held down Duan Chuiyu's shoulder, with a regretful expression: "I know you are a good student, unlike those unscrupulous ones who know how to cause trouble all day long, but you have to improve your grades, right? It’s not good to be so backward, don’t you think?”

"Are you my teacher?" Duan Chuiyu became angry.

The director was stunned, as if he didn't expect Duan Chuiyu to not speak so easily, and his tone was so aggressive when he opened his mouth, but he still said kindly: "I am not your teacher, but I have to be responsible for every student. "The director lowered his voice and advised earnestly: "At any rate, your father is the principal of the school, so your grades should not be too ugly. Where are you going to put his face like this?"

Duan Chuiyu sneered from the bottom of his heart.

Put where you love.

It was his face that was torn off.

"Does my grades have anything to do with him? Does it have anything to do with you?"

"You—" the director was at a loss for words for a while, "Why are you so stubborn that you don't listen to what you say?"

"Director, you should be responsible to the principal, not to the students, really, it's not worth it." Duan Chuiyu put his schoolbag on his shoulders, "Thank you for your teaching, I still have homework to do, if you have nothing to do, I will Just go home first."

The director was so angry that he blushed and his neck was thick, but he couldn't find any words to refute. He could only pick up the teacup and drink several mouthfuls of tea to put out the fire.

After dinner, it was already dark.

In such a big house, after Aunt Zhao left, it was so quiet that only the hum of the air conditioner could be heard. Duan Chuiyu was lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, and there was a hard-sided notebook on the coffee table.

The sound of the doorbell broke the silence.

Duan Chuiyu went to open the door, and a person he hadn't seen for a few days stood outside the door, dressed in the usual plain style, a solid-color T-shirt and solid-color overalls.

When Ren Yan entered the room, Duan Chuiyu handed him the notebook, and he heard him say, "Did you write your homework? Take a look."

Duan Chuiyu looked bewildered: "... huh?"

Ren Yan was also dazed and looked at him.

"You, what are you looking at my homework for?"

"Can't I watch your homework?"

Duan Chuiyu was a little messy: "Didn't you quit?"

Ren Yan's lips pursed into a line.

"I haven't come for so many days." Duan Chuiyu said again.

Ren Yan said: "I was helping my teacher with a project a few days ago, and I didn't have time to come over. Didn't your brother tell you?"

He didn't say anything, Duan Xifeng was busy with work, so he forgot.

"So you're not on strike??"

strike……

Ren Yan was a little speechless.

"I will tell your brother about the strike, and—" Ren Yan paused, "Is this a strike?"

Duan Chuyu was at a loss for words.

"I was on strike." Ren Yan answered for him, and said, "But——if you really want me to go on strike, I can leave now."

Duan Chuiyu pursed his lips, and suddenly said, "I looked through your notebook yesterday."

Ren Yan let out a "huh" and his reaction was flat.

"How boring are you?" Duan Chuiyu said lazily.

Ren Yan didn't respond, and after a moment of silence, Duan Chuiyu said sullenly: "Then don't let it go."

Discussing tone, but the tone is full of irrefutable toughness.

Ren Yan opened the notebook and spread it in front of Duan Chuiyu, saying: "The premise of not giving up is to let me know your true level."

Duan Chuiyu glanced at the scribbled and elegant fonts on the notebook, and remained silent.

"Don't waste each other's time——" Ren Yan paused, then exaggeratedly added, "And your brother's money, he gives me five hundred an hour."

Duan Chuiyu stared.

Is his brother crazy? !

In fact, Duan Chuiyu's English level is not very top-notch, at least compared to other subjects, this subject is indeed his weakness.

Even if it is not a weakness, with his temperament, it is impossible for him to let a certain subject fall behind. He doesn't like the feeling of being really behind.

At least he also thought that one day he would be able to climb to the same level as Ren Yan.

It's one thing to pretend to be a scumbag on purpose, but it's another thing for him to pursue a higher goal. He is very proud in his bones.

A powerful person is always proud. Even if he is in harmony with the light and hides his edge, he can't hide his natural madness.

Ren Yan didn't ask Duan Chuiyu the reason for answering the questions deliberately. He didn't seem to care about anything. He only had his own tutoring tasks in his eyes. He was like a program that obeyed instructions. Pull away anytime, anywhere.

Duan Chuiyu felt this way mainly because he was so indifferent.

During the period, Duan Chuiyu heard Ren Yan's phone vibrate several times, and when Ren Yan took the phone, he looked a little impatient.

Duan Chuiyu took a shower and was wearing a loose T-shirt. When he was lying on the desk writing, Ren Yan caught a glimpse of the scar on his elbow.

"What happened to your hand?" Ren Yan asked.

Duan Chuiyu was stunned, raised his elbow and took a look: "I accidentally touched it."

The area where the skin was broken was very large, Duan Chuiyu's skin was white, and Hong Yanyan's flesh looked a little scary.

"No medicine?"

"There is no medicine at home."

Ren Yan frowned.

Duan Chuiyu worked hard on the questions, and didn't notice that the people around him had disappeared. He looked up and saw that there was no one in front of him, so he took his mobile phone and sent Ren Yan a WeChat message.

Mouth owed: Aren't they not going on strike? ?

It took a few minutes for a reply.

1004: Hungry, go shopping.

Mouth: There is something to eat in the refrigerator, Auntie put a lot of food, just warm it up

1004: Well

One word to end the conversation.

What a chat genius.

Duan Chuiyu put the phone aside, and thought to himself, what are you doing, you can't beat a fart with three sticks.

Duan Chuiyu rolled his eyes, picked up the phone again, and changed a note to the boring gourd-chat termination procedure.

Duan Chuiyu vaguely heard the "beep" sound of the combination lock being pressed.

"Xiao Yu?" It was Xu Yafei's voice.

Duan Chuiyu responded.

"Doing homework?" Xu Yafei walked into the study with a tired face, "Where's your brother? Going to work?"

"Ah."

Finding something to talk about is not their strong point. Xu Yafei's eloquence when doing business is basically useless for the youngest son.

The study fell into silence. Xu Yafei noticed the wound on Duan Chuiyu's arm and asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"

"I got it." Duan Chuiyu raised his arm indifferently.

"Why don't you take the medicine?"

"There is no medicine at home."

"Whoever said there is no one, just put it in the cabinet in the living room, and I will get it."

A few minutes later, Xu Yafei came over with a box of medicine, "Come on, don't write, I'll help you with the medicine, if you don't care, you might get infected."

Xu Yafei grabbed Duan Chuiyu's arm. Duan Chuiyu was not used to such close contact with his mother, so he pulled out his arm without a trace and said, "I will do it myself."

Xu Yafei's lips moved, and imperceptible helplessness flashed in his eyes, "Then you do it yourself."

Doorbell rang.

Xu Yafei stood up and asked, "Who is it at this time?"

"Tutor teacher." Duan Chuiyu said.

Seeing that it was a strange woman who came to open the door, Ren Yan froze for a moment.

The woman is very beautiful, her eyebrows are very similar to Duan Chuiyu's, with slender eyebrows and curved eyes, and the tip of her eyebrows is slightly raised, which is the kind of fierce beauty.

"Are you Ren Yan? I'm Xiao Yu's mother."

"Hello, Auntie." Ren Yan greeted politely.

The two walked into the study room, and Ren Yan saw that Duan Chuiyu was applying medicine to his arm with a cotton swab. When he turned his head slightly, the line on the side of his neck was tight, and the line stretched down, connecting to the protruding shoulder bone.

He was wearing a loose white cotton T, and the two protruding bones on his shoulders were particularly obvious.

It was the physique of a young man, thin and gaunt.

Duan Chuiyu raised his eyes when he heard the sound, and found that Ren Yan was carrying a white plastic bag in his hand.

"What did you buy to eat?" Duan Chuiyu looked at the bag.

"It's nothing." Ren Yan stuffed the plastic bag into his schoolbag.

Duan Chuiyu snorted, and said in a low voice, "Gourd."