Do not overread comprehension
Chapter 3
I stood in front of the convenience store, yawned, and patted my face to cheer myself up.
I pushed open the door, and the shopkeeper in a black suit casually stubbed out his cigarette, then waved his hand: "Go inside and put your things away, put on your apron, and put on your badge."
I entered the door and it was a dressing room.
Even so, there is only one cabinet inside, and the apron is hanging on the wall on the left hand side of the door, and next to it is an opened folding bed, which is covered with white bedding.
I took two steps forward and opened the cabinet door. There was a large medicine box at the bottom of the cabinet. I didn’t look through it. I put the backpack away silently, then quickly fastened the apron and put on the badge. walked out.
The owner, with a cigarette in his mouth, stood against the wall impatiently.
"Mr. Shopkeeper" I smiled and looked at him "Thank you."
The shop owner hummed: "Take good care of the store, there is an alarm/alarm/device under the cash register, please notify me in time if anything happens."
After speaking, Mr. Shopkeeper left.
It's still early, and the shop owner is responsible for the hygiene of the store. As he said, I just need to stand and collect the money when I go to work. It's really an easy job.
I waited and waited but no one came, so I yawned bored.
I am really sleepy.
Sleepy as hell.
I thought about it, walked around the store, and saw the dusty notebook in the innermost part.
I blink.
Itchy hands.
Want to dig a hole.
I took out the notebook with some guilt, shook the floating dust on it, then scanned the money with the code scanner, and then paid.He ran to the dressing room and took out the pen that he had always carried with him, sat on the chair prepared by the shop owner contentedly, lay down in front of the cashier and began to write.
What should I write?
I'm an inspired player.
With inspiration, you can change [-] times a day, and without inspiration, you may not be able to hold back a word in a week.
So people also call me "pigeon essence".
But how can a broken update caused by lack of inspiration be regarded as "cuckoo"?
It's just a common problem among authors.
I thought about it, and decided to write a little bit first, and then write something else when I get inspired.
【You are an honest person.
A well-known, docile, calm, kind-hearted and honest man.
You are a high school student.
On this day, you entered school.Everything is already familiar to you, but there are a few classmates you have never seen sitting alone in the last row.
You looked at them curiously, and a female classmate who was good with you on weekdays saw your confused face, and quickly explained your confusion
"It's a student transferred from another class. I heard that it's difficult to deal with, so I specially transferred here to be disciplined by Teacher Liu."
You nodded and said, "So that's the case."
A boy came over and pulled your hair with a smile, and persuaded him: "Hey, are you sick? You should stop fooling around and want to make friends with others. Isn't it enough to suffer?"
You smiled at him in a good-tempered manner, tied up the messy hair by him again, and said, "It's okay, I believe everyone is a good person and won't hurt me."
The boy blushed and muttered a few words: "Forget it, anyway, you are like this. You don't have a long memory. At worst, we will support you again when the time comes."
The female classmate nodded: "Yes, yes, we will protect you forever!"
You smiled gratefully, but you still remembered the students sitting behind. 】
I nodded in satisfaction and rubbed my sore wrist.
Very good, another sweet campus novel.
Although it is not up to the threshold of bigwigs, it is enough for self-entertainment.
I looked in the store, but there was still no one there. It seemed that there would be no one until noon.
I feel relieved to continue writing
【You are chatting with your friends, and soon it will be time for class.
Teacher Liu walked in with a stack of test papers in his arms.
He was a tall and majestic man. As soon as he entered the door, the noisy classroom immediately fell silent.
His slender eyes glanced around, saw you, his expression improved, and then he frowned again.
Teacher Liu put down the test paper and said in a deep voice, "The last test result came out, which is very bad. You are not children anymore, so I won't say much, but you need to know that if you keep good grades, you will pass the exam well." Your future will only get better and better. This society is realistic, and it will not pay attention to your past glory, but only your real ability, and the weak will prey on the strong, nothing more than that."
You nodded in agreement.
Teacher Liu coughed twice, and continued: "Next, the students whose names I called come forward to get your test papers. In this class, I will analyze your problems in doing the questions one-on-one."
The people around me were called forward one by one by Teacher Liu, and the time of being scolded varied from time to time. Several new students who had transferred from another class were even criticized so badly by Teacher Liu that they couldn't even raise their heads.
Finally it was your turn, and you walked forward with some uneasiness in your heart.
"You did well in the exam." Teacher Liu praised you unexpectedly. "You were not in good health. The other teachers and I didn't have too much hope for your grades. But you worked hard yourself. It’s still a bit weak, but overall, there’s still hope to be admitted to Dongdae.”
Teacher Liu relaxed his expression: "I know you want to study in the Department of Literature. Dongdae University is a very good university. As long as you continue to work hard, the teacher believes that you will succeed."
You curved your eyebrows and smiled, and the classmates next to you looked at you with envy and pride. 】
I let out a sigh of relief, and was about to take a glass of water to drink, but when I looked up, I was frightened half to death by a furry head that came over at some point, and I almost threw the glass on the head of the person who came by.
"Woooooh!"
I was so frightened that I leaned back and let out a strange cry from my mouth. I was only a little away from dying on the spot.
The person who came was also startled by me, and took a few steps back.
I opened my eyes wide, and the pupils dilated unconsciously. It took me a while to come back to my senses, and realized that the other party was just a young boy in strange clothes.
The young boy was good-looking, with delicate features, but unfortunately, he seemed to have been injured, half of his face was wrapped in bandages, and his whole body exuded a strong smell of depression.
As if acting like a baby, he complained stickily to me: "Sister, you scared me."
I, I was a 360-degree sand sculpture of an owl turning its head on the spot.
"Little brother, do we know each other?"
"I don't know!"
He pretended to be full of energy, and replied briskly.
Me: "No, since we don't know each other, why do you still talk to each other like we know each other well? Besides, what did you want to get so close just now?"
"But I know Mr. Shopkeeper. Mr. Shopkeeper and I are good friends. He said that a homeless elder sister came to the shop. He was worried that you would not be able to take care of yourself, so he asked me to come and see you."
Since it's someone the owner knows, there's nothing he can do about it.
"Then you have seen me, can you go back?"
The little boy smiled and shook his head: "No, I promised Mr. Shopkeeper that I will keep watching you until he comes back."
I let out a long sigh.
Fine.
"And" the young boy continued, "the book written by my sister is a bit interesting, I want to keep reading."
My mood improved inexplicably.
how to say.
It's like the brat you hate the most on weekdays suddenly ran up to you and looked at you motionless. You wanted to drive the brat away, but the brat said in a very adoring and flattering tone: "Sister, your Figures/drawings/novels...the work is so good, I really want to continue reading", that feeling of surprise, doubt, joy and shame in your heart.
Wow.
At such a young age, the mouth is so sweet.
Well, sister, I allow Liao!
The young boy leaned over like candy, and asked casually, "Speaking of which, what exactly is this article written by my sister?"
I smiled and pointed to the four words I wrote on the top of the book
"The title is "The Honest Man," so I'm going to write a story about an honest man."
I pushed open the door, and the shopkeeper in a black suit casually stubbed out his cigarette, then waved his hand: "Go inside and put your things away, put on your apron, and put on your badge."
I entered the door and it was a dressing room.
Even so, there is only one cabinet inside, and the apron is hanging on the wall on the left hand side of the door, and next to it is an opened folding bed, which is covered with white bedding.
I took two steps forward and opened the cabinet door. There was a large medicine box at the bottom of the cabinet. I didn’t look through it. I put the backpack away silently, then quickly fastened the apron and put on the badge. walked out.
The owner, with a cigarette in his mouth, stood against the wall impatiently.
"Mr. Shopkeeper" I smiled and looked at him "Thank you."
The shop owner hummed: "Take good care of the store, there is an alarm/alarm/device under the cash register, please notify me in time if anything happens."
After speaking, Mr. Shopkeeper left.
It's still early, and the shop owner is responsible for the hygiene of the store. As he said, I just need to stand and collect the money when I go to work. It's really an easy job.
I waited and waited but no one came, so I yawned bored.
I am really sleepy.
Sleepy as hell.
I thought about it, walked around the store, and saw the dusty notebook in the innermost part.
I blink.
Itchy hands.
Want to dig a hole.
I took out the notebook with some guilt, shook the floating dust on it, then scanned the money with the code scanner, and then paid.He ran to the dressing room and took out the pen that he had always carried with him, sat on the chair prepared by the shop owner contentedly, lay down in front of the cashier and began to write.
What should I write?
I'm an inspired player.
With inspiration, you can change [-] times a day, and without inspiration, you may not be able to hold back a word in a week.
So people also call me "pigeon essence".
But how can a broken update caused by lack of inspiration be regarded as "cuckoo"?
It's just a common problem among authors.
I thought about it, and decided to write a little bit first, and then write something else when I get inspired.
【You are an honest person.
A well-known, docile, calm, kind-hearted and honest man.
You are a high school student.
On this day, you entered school.Everything is already familiar to you, but there are a few classmates you have never seen sitting alone in the last row.
You looked at them curiously, and a female classmate who was good with you on weekdays saw your confused face, and quickly explained your confusion
"It's a student transferred from another class. I heard that it's difficult to deal with, so I specially transferred here to be disciplined by Teacher Liu."
You nodded and said, "So that's the case."
A boy came over and pulled your hair with a smile, and persuaded him: "Hey, are you sick? You should stop fooling around and want to make friends with others. Isn't it enough to suffer?"
You smiled at him in a good-tempered manner, tied up the messy hair by him again, and said, "It's okay, I believe everyone is a good person and won't hurt me."
The boy blushed and muttered a few words: "Forget it, anyway, you are like this. You don't have a long memory. At worst, we will support you again when the time comes."
The female classmate nodded: "Yes, yes, we will protect you forever!"
You smiled gratefully, but you still remembered the students sitting behind. 】
I nodded in satisfaction and rubbed my sore wrist.
Very good, another sweet campus novel.
Although it is not up to the threshold of bigwigs, it is enough for self-entertainment.
I looked in the store, but there was still no one there. It seemed that there would be no one until noon.
I feel relieved to continue writing
【You are chatting with your friends, and soon it will be time for class.
Teacher Liu walked in with a stack of test papers in his arms.
He was a tall and majestic man. As soon as he entered the door, the noisy classroom immediately fell silent.
His slender eyes glanced around, saw you, his expression improved, and then he frowned again.
Teacher Liu put down the test paper and said in a deep voice, "The last test result came out, which is very bad. You are not children anymore, so I won't say much, but you need to know that if you keep good grades, you will pass the exam well." Your future will only get better and better. This society is realistic, and it will not pay attention to your past glory, but only your real ability, and the weak will prey on the strong, nothing more than that."
You nodded in agreement.
Teacher Liu coughed twice, and continued: "Next, the students whose names I called come forward to get your test papers. In this class, I will analyze your problems in doing the questions one-on-one."
The people around me were called forward one by one by Teacher Liu, and the time of being scolded varied from time to time. Several new students who had transferred from another class were even criticized so badly by Teacher Liu that they couldn't even raise their heads.
Finally it was your turn, and you walked forward with some uneasiness in your heart.
"You did well in the exam." Teacher Liu praised you unexpectedly. "You were not in good health. The other teachers and I didn't have too much hope for your grades. But you worked hard yourself. It’s still a bit weak, but overall, there’s still hope to be admitted to Dongdae.”
Teacher Liu relaxed his expression: "I know you want to study in the Department of Literature. Dongdae University is a very good university. As long as you continue to work hard, the teacher believes that you will succeed."
You curved your eyebrows and smiled, and the classmates next to you looked at you with envy and pride. 】
I let out a sigh of relief, and was about to take a glass of water to drink, but when I looked up, I was frightened half to death by a furry head that came over at some point, and I almost threw the glass on the head of the person who came by.
"Woooooh!"
I was so frightened that I leaned back and let out a strange cry from my mouth. I was only a little away from dying on the spot.
The person who came was also startled by me, and took a few steps back.
I opened my eyes wide, and the pupils dilated unconsciously. It took me a while to come back to my senses, and realized that the other party was just a young boy in strange clothes.
The young boy was good-looking, with delicate features, but unfortunately, he seemed to have been injured, half of his face was wrapped in bandages, and his whole body exuded a strong smell of depression.
As if acting like a baby, he complained stickily to me: "Sister, you scared me."
I, I was a 360-degree sand sculpture of an owl turning its head on the spot.
"Little brother, do we know each other?"
"I don't know!"
He pretended to be full of energy, and replied briskly.
Me: "No, since we don't know each other, why do you still talk to each other like we know each other well? Besides, what did you want to get so close just now?"
"But I know Mr. Shopkeeper. Mr. Shopkeeper and I are good friends. He said that a homeless elder sister came to the shop. He was worried that you would not be able to take care of yourself, so he asked me to come and see you."
Since it's someone the owner knows, there's nothing he can do about it.
"Then you have seen me, can you go back?"
The little boy smiled and shook his head: "No, I promised Mr. Shopkeeper that I will keep watching you until he comes back."
I let out a long sigh.
Fine.
"And" the young boy continued, "the book written by my sister is a bit interesting, I want to keep reading."
My mood improved inexplicably.
how to say.
It's like the brat you hate the most on weekdays suddenly ran up to you and looked at you motionless. You wanted to drive the brat away, but the brat said in a very adoring and flattering tone: "Sister, your Figures/drawings/novels...the work is so good, I really want to continue reading", that feeling of surprise, doubt, joy and shame in your heart.
Wow.
At such a young age, the mouth is so sweet.
Well, sister, I allow Liao!
The young boy leaned over like candy, and asked casually, "Speaking of which, what exactly is this article written by my sister?"
I smiled and pointed to the four words I wrote on the top of the book
"The title is "The Honest Man," so I'm going to write a story about an honest man."
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