fall in love with ex-husband

In this way, I returned to school under Zhang Kaiji's persuasion.

The reaction of the classmates and teachers in the class was beyond my expectation.I thought they would be disgusted with my return to class, but what I didn't expect was that they actually asked me through Zhang Kaiji if I was absent because I was sick, and if I needed help.

Suddenly feeling the goodwill from all directions, I was a little incapable of accepting it for a while, and walked through several classes with a wooden face, before I walked to the front door like a corpse, looked up at the class sign, and found that I had not gone to the wrong classroom.

My absence and sudden return are like throwing a pebble into a pond. Although there are waves, it won’t last long. When the next semester starts, everyone will be high school graduates who are going to the examination room. There has been a huge change in their mentality. More I will only devote my energy to the exam preparation, not a bad student who sleeps in class and plays with his mobile phone after class and doesn't want to communicate too much with other people.

My school life tended to be calm under the company and guidance of Zhang Kaiji.

He will no longer ignore me as he did when we first met. Except for my teasing and grimaces in class, he can laugh at me with a cold smile after class.

It was then that I realized that his smile was so low.

But even if everyone else started to get nervous and started preparing for a round of review in advance, Zhang Kaiji would still go out of the school gate every afternoon with a case sheet issued by an unknown hospital to go to work in the oolong shooting range. , and then come back before the evening self-study starts.And I, like before, followed him like a tail. When he was working, I stayed quietly in the private room, so as not to trouble him. After he got off work, I went back to school with him, and did not follow him until the evening self-study was over. The driver went back together.

But since he said that he would help me with my homework, my main task in the shooting range where he works is no longer as simple as drinking tea and eating fruit.

As he kept his word, he already regarded tutoring my homework as a serious matter, and supervised me to complete the "rehabilitation" homework assigned by him with a very serious and rigorous attitude.

I resisted it at first, and I even brought out the idea that I didn’t have to take the college entrance examination and had books to study, trying to soften his heart and make him give up on me as a scumbag, but he was still stubborn and regarded educating me as a comparison He studied hard by himself, which is even more important than getting into a good university.

I couldn't hold him back, and at the same time, I didn't want to bring our relationship back to the original point because of such a small incident, so I had no choice but to agree.

Sometimes I even wonder if he has installed a miniature button control in my mind, otherwise how would he know where my weakness is.

After getting along for a long time, I found that Zhang Kaiji is not as gentle and gentle as he looks on the outside, he is really cunning and despicable.Once he found out that I was tired of studying, he immediately threatened me that if I offered to give up halfway, he would not let me go to a part-time job with him.

Obviously the legs are on my body, he has no control over where I want to go, but I still like his way of playing hard and soft.After all I don't want him to be disappointed with me.

Because he assigns me new homework every day, and asks me not to sleep in class, so I have to take advantage of get out of class and rest time to finish the extra homework, and I have to take home what I can’t finish, before going to bed. done.

In the past, I used to play games before going to bed, or watch TV. Now, in order to complete the mountain of homework he assigned, I had to free up the time I originally used for leisure and entertainment. I am moved by exercises of relaxation and joy.

Because my eyes hurt when I saw the exercises, I once wondered if I was allergic to the homework.

My parents saw my change. At first they found out that I had started to study and thought that the sun was coming out of the west. They called my grandparents and said that they would go to the temple to fulfill their vows. They said that Wenquxing had appeared. The little demon king who practiced magic turned out to be good.

But I didn't bother to deal with their jokes, because it was too embarrassing for a person who hadn't listened carefully for several years to complete a plethora of arithmetic problems.

Every time I encounter a problem that I can't do, I can't wait to pull all my hair off, and then blow on my breath and turn into my monkey grandson, and divide all the homework. Well, don't let me see it anyway.

But even if my scalp is reddened by me, I still can't do the questions that I can't do, and the blanks that are not filled are still empty.

Every now and then, I would think, if only Zhang Kaiji could be by my side all the time, and I could ask him the questions that I don’t know how to do, so that I wouldn’t be troubled.

But Zhang Kaiji has to live on campus, and has to check in at night, so he can't go home with me.

So the next day I asked him if he had a cell phone, and I wanted to call him.

Resident students are not allowed to bring mobile phones, but Zhang Kaiji is a special case. It is said that because he is not a local, his home is far away, and he needs to contact his family, so he specially applied to keep his mobile phone.

Even if he doesn't study for half a day every day, he can still get the first place in the grade. Naturally, the head teacher will not deliberately embarrass him about such a trivial matter.

So he became one of the few contacts on my phone.

I have to call him almost every night.At first it was because the topic was too difficult and I really couldn’t do it, so I asked him before he turned off the lights, and asked him to tell me the solution to the problem on the phone, and I would think about it slowly after I hung up the phone.But then there seemed to be more and more topics to talk about. Sometimes I heard the voice of Aunt Cha Bed, and the phone between us was still hanging up.

Occasionally listening to his soothing breathing, I feel like someone has set fire to my body, burning my brain so much that I can't think normally.

I think it's probably because I'm too tired from studying.