Dedicated to the silly little white artist

24

The driver of Mr. Bai's house is very exaggerated. You said that you should stop at the door for a while to send Zheng He to school. After arriving at the school, you got off the car and opened the door for Zheng He. He still put his hand on Zheng He's head to block the sun. And a twitching of the corner of the mouth, and the twitching at the same time were those other students at the school gate.

Although the school is basically picked up by private car, and there are quite a few who can afford to hire a driver, but Mr. Bai has obviously practiced it, his biceps are almost tearing his suit!

With a trembling heart in his arms, Zheng He stalked into the class like a mouse crossing the street.

Guo Xiaopang was watching this scene right behind Zheng He. He still knew about Zheng He's family environment. After all, the husband and wife were both teachers, and everyone in the student group without secrets knew about it, so he swayed around. After walking in, he slapped Zheng He on the back, and grinned: "Be honest, how much public money did your parents embezzle from the school?"

"Fuck you, don't make me happy early in the morning." Zheng He pushed him away.

Xuan Mingming and Guo Xiaopang were at the same table, and both of them sat behind Zheng He. He came earlier than the two of them, and when he heard Guo Xiaopang ask Zheng He, he asked obligingly: "What embezzlement of public funds?" ? Little Fatty, don’t spitting blood at Mengmeng.”

Guo Xiaopang told the scene at the school gate without any morals.

Zheng He heard that it was not the case. Three generations of serfs wore a gold necklace around their necks, probably because of his mentality. He pretended not to be rich, so he quickly argued, "Don't tell me that the car was not bought by my parents Yes, I live on the left... at a relative's house."

"Your relative is really rich." Guo Xiaopang said that he was a little more knowledgeable than Zheng He, and knew some cars.

Zheng He turned his head away and stopped talking.

He decided to go home today and bring his little broken bicycle.

If it’s not his, it’s not his. Zheng He doesn’t want to use Mr. Bai’s momentum to make his classmates think that his family is so good, and it’s safer to earn money with his own hands.

25

A day of study and life almost passed in Zheng He's sleepy time. When the school was about to leave, the head teacher suddenly called Zheng He's name, which gave Zheng He a big jump.

The relationship between Zheng He's class teacher and Zheng's mother is not very good. There are many reasons. After Zheng He entered this class, he didn't give a good face. Zheng's father originally wanted to transfer his son out of this class, but this old witch clearly annoyed Zheng He. He Fan was punished for copying every day, but he didn't let him go.

The reasoning is quite simple, there is no doubt that the homeroom teacher used his power to bully Zheng He in order to get revenge on Zheng's mother, but if Zheng He is allowed to leave, then it is a certainty - obvious.

In the end, there was no other way, Zheng's father contacted the school directly, and transferred Zheng He to another class when he changed classes in the second year of high school, and dealt with it for the past six months.

Zheng He usually avoids this old hag, but this time it seems that there is no way to avoid it. He gestured to Xuan Mingming and Guo Xiaopang to wish me luck, and stood up to listen to the training.

The old witch looked at Zheng He's slow movements, and said impatiently: "I heard someone say that some students plagiarized in the exam room..."

Zheng He said quickly: "Old demon... Teacher, you have to learn from it, it is definitely not me here."

"Did I let you speak?" The old hag knocked on the ruler, Zheng He curled his lips and lowered his head.

The old witch continued: "If you don't do bad things, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. If it weren't for you, would you be so nervous just after I said a word? How did the teacher teach you if you don't do good things at a good age?"

"But I don't have the conditions at all, okay? Do you think there is a big difference between the third from the bottom and the fourth from the bottom?" Zheng He said helplessly.

"Don't talk back!" The old hag was so angry that when the school bell rang, she reprimanded: "After school, you clean up the classroom by yourself, and I will check tomorrow!" After speaking, she took the lesson plan and left.

Zheng He sat back on his seat, Xuan Mingming poked Zheng He's back and told him to look aside. Zheng He turned his head and saw the smug face of Dinosaur Girl, and immediately understood who was beating the teacher behind his back. Reported, and said to her in a moderate voice: "Dinosaur girl! Just wait for me!"

"I'll wait," Girl Dinosaur didn't take Zheng He's threat to heart, and said, "Since you were afraid of talking about it, why didn't you copy it in the first place!?"

"Who copied it!" Zheng He said angrily: "You and I are in the same examination room, or are you pressing the monitor on my body every day, and you know better than me what I did and didn't do every day?"

"You, you..." Dinosaur girl stood up angrily and accused sharply, "If you didn't plagiarize, how could you have a higher score than me?"

Zheng He was almost intoxicated by the logic of this brain-dead girl: "Are you mentally ill? You are the third from the bottom, and I am the fourth from the bottom. We are both bottoms. What is there to compare?" After speaking, he opened the door with his schoolbag on his back I'm leaving.

Dinosaur Girl shouted behind him: "You still have to be on duty!"

"Fuck you!" Zheng He said: "You are on duty for love, and you can tell the old witch if you have the ability!"

26

After leaving the school gate, he walked towards the station as usual, when he suddenly saw a black car parked beside him, he walked over with a tentative mind, the car door opened, Mr. Bai nodded to him, and said, "Come in."

"Mr. Bai, why are you here?" Zheng He was quite surprised.

"Come here to pick you up." Mr. Bai said.

Zheng He got in the car, suddenly remembered something, and said, "Mr. Bai, I have to go home today."

"What?" Mr. Bai asked.

"I didn't bring all my textbooks." Zheng He put his schoolbag on the side, and squeezed towards Mr. Bai. He only found out that his textbooks were not put in his schoolbag during class today, so he has to bring everything home. .

Mr. Bai said: "Well, then go back, I will be with you."

"OK." Zheng He thought he sent himself downstairs like before, and stayed in the car. When he got downstairs, he watched the man go upstairs with him, and it was too late to stop him.

When he was going up the stairs, he thought about countless things that would arouse his family's suspicion, and he opened the door in fear, but there was no one in the family.

Zheng He was quite accustomed to the scene, walked in and got a pair of slippers for Mr. Bai, and walked towards his room.

"Do you need my help?" Mr. Bai asked.

Zheng He shook his head and said, "Just a few books, you can sit beside me."

Mr. Bai came over and leaned against the door, looking at Zheng He's busy figure in the room, and suddenly said, "I've finished reading your book."

The things in Zheng He's hand suddenly fell to the ground. After a long time, he turned around and asked, "Then what do you think? Do you believe me that the book really appeared out of nowhere?"

Mr. Bai smiled slightly, patted Zheng He's head, but did not answer.