They all said the school grass likes me

Zhou Yu just teased him, sat down and started sorting out the things Mr. Shao gave.

Zhong Yue knew that he had been working on the Huaiyuan test paper given by Lao Lin before, and seeing him busy, he clicked his tongue for a while: "Lao Lin is really kind to Xueba, and he makes small troubles for him every day."

In fact, it was not given by Lao Lin, nor was it a small matter, it was a task.

But anyway, it was handed over by the teacher, almost, Zhou Yu didn't explain it.

He casually threw a basic biology book in the past. Among several science and engineering subjects, biology is relatively interesting, and it is best to get started. Sure enough, Zhong Yue took this book and read it symbolically all afternoon.

He also sent WeChat in the middle. Zhou Yu glanced and found that the person he was talking to was Chen Ankang. It was an exaggeration to chat on WeChat even though he was sitting in the same class.

After working all afternoon, Zhou Yu preliminarily finished the two subjects of Chinese and mathematics, and showed it to Teacher Shao.

"Very good." Teacher Shao flipped through a few pages to sort out the content, nodded in praise, and then he handed over another form, "Well, Zhou Yu, I will hand over the courseware part to the teachers for verification, and you will get the history of our region first. For the source of students, fill out this form."

"There are some things here that are hard to find. There is a Red Mansion Bookstore on the street, and there are related books there. You can borrow them in the past. Of course, don't worry, I will reimburse you for any expenses."

Zhou Yu didn't understand, since this part has nothing to do with studying, why should he give it to him.

But with a warm smile, Teacher Shao kindly stuffed the materials into his hands, and he could not raise any objections, so he followed the request.

Zhou Yu was entangled in the form all afternoon. This form was very troublesome, even a bit like a local chronicle, and Du Niang couldn't find it.

After school, he could only go to the Red Chamber Bookstore as Mr. Shao said.

The Red House Bookstore is not hard to find, it is at the corner of the second turn of the street.

A very run-down small shop, squeezed between two restaurants, the glass at the door was broken.

If it wasn't for the lack of a padlock on the door, Zhou Yu would definitely think that he had found the wrong place again.He tentatively opened the door, and a stale smell of dust came to his nostrils.

The bookstore is dark and cramped, with two rows of tall bookshelves placed opposite each other, so crowded that it almost collapses, and the small lamp above the head glows with a dim yellow light, like an abandoned old house.

Zhou Yu's heart was pounding, so he went out and looked at the address again. On the dilapidated wooden sign, there were four traditional Chinese characters "Red Mansion Bookstore" crookedly written in red pen, that's right.

The atmosphere was gloomy, Zhou Yu could only tell himself in his heart that this was the shop recommended by the teacher, there would be no problem, and then took a tentative step into the shop.

The wooden floor creaked under his feet, and the small light bulb above his head was shaken by the draft. Before Zhou Yu could stand still, he suddenly heard a loud shout from his ear.

"Hey!"

Zhou Yu was so shocked that he jumped up in fright. He turned his head quickly, only to see a very inconspicuous small table in the place where he entered the door, and a skinny old man was sitting behind the table.

The old man was wearing a dark blue sweater with an "administrator" ID pinned to his chest, looking at him fiercely.

...Admin, that's fine.

Zhou Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and tried to suppress his pounding heart. He tried to smile at the old man, and said politely, "Hello, I want to rent books."

The old man waved his hand, said a few words loudly, glared at him ferociously, and pointed out the door with his skinny fingers.

Zhou Yu was dumbfounded.

He didn't even speak Cantonese. He couldn't understand what language it was. He tried to explain to the old man again, but found that the old man couldn't understand Mandarin, or even the characters.

Moreover, the old man obviously didn't welcome him, and kept pointing out the door, as if picking up the broom, he was about to drive him away.

"Hey, don't worry..." Zhou Yu watched his grandfather pick up the broom, his whole body was battered, "I just want to rent a book from you, let's be reasonable."

Grandpa yelled again, yelling in a language he didn't understand, pointing the broom head at the door, telling him to get out of here.

Zhou Yu was dying of anxiety, and he didn't know why the old man hated him so much, he was wronged and embarrassed.

At this moment, the door of the shop rang behind him, and Zhou Yu turned his head.

Against the faint, curtain-like light, he recognized the boy who pushed the door and entered at a glance.

The first reaction was, "how is it him?".

The bewildered heart suddenly felt as if the dust had settled.

Zhong Yue stood at the door of the store, with his right hand in his pocket, the light and shadow fell on his clothes, and the wave-like drape made the young man taller and taller.

He couldn't see clearly against the light, but he seemed to be able to see the warm and bright smile in his eyes.

The old man was still carrying the broom, and turned his attention to Zhong Yue. Just as he was about to shout, Zhong Yue bowed and spoke first.

Speaking the same language as the old man, Zhou Yu confirmed again that it was indeed not Cantonese.

Zhou Yu waited anxiously. After Zhong Yue finished speaking, the old man's expression softened a little. He glanced at him gloomyly, then at Zhou Yu, and waved his hand to let him in.

-

"Why did you come here to borrow books?" Zhong Yue walked quickly to Zhou Yu who was at a loss, smiled and asked in a low voice, "If I didn't just pass by, you would definitely be kicked out by Master Hua today."

"Indeed, it's just one step away." Zhou Yu looked at the bookshelves on both sides in shock, "This grandpa is so fierce."

"Master Hua has a bad temper, and he can only speak Hakka, and can't understand other languages." Zhong Yue said with a smile, "But why did you go to the Red Building to borrow books? It's not that the school doesn't have a library, and this place also has a library. It’s hard to find.”

"No way." Zhou Yu sighed, "Teacher Shao asked me to help him sort out the materials, and asked me to come here..."

"Which Teacher Shao?" Zhong Yue suddenly suppressed the smile in his eyes, and interrupted Zhou Yu, "Grade leader?"

Zhong Yue's reaction was sudden, and Zhou Yu felt something was wrong, but he still didn't understand what was going on.

He handed over the watch in his hand: "Yes, he asked me to prepare a lecture material for him."

"Why is he looking for you all of a sudden." Zhong Yue took it over, frowning and flipping through the forms: "What the hell is this... Did you take the initiative to do this? Or did he force you to do it?"

"It's not coercion, it's a task entrusted to me." Zhou Yu thought for a while and said, "I'm sure I won't take the initiative to do it, it's really troublesome."

"If you don't want to do it, then don't do it for him." Zhong Yue said.

"But this is the teacher's request, I..." Zhou Yu explained.

"The teacher's request can also be divided into reasonable and unreasonable." Zhong Yue interrupted with a straight face.

Zhou Yu was taken aback.

Zhong Yue has never talked to anyone with this attitude, even if the other party is a gangster who went to a hot pot restaurant to find fault, he has never been black-faced.

"The courseware should be made by the teacher himself. Also, why do you come to find the content of local customs? Does he take up your time when he pays you?" Zhong Yue's face was cold, and the series of questions were not questioning Zhou. Chongqing.

But it was obvious that he was angry.

Zhou Yu bit his lip, and finally realized that Zhong Yue's temper was not against him.

He didn't speak, but he also felt vaguely cheated in his heart.

It’s okay to do courseware, but to sort out local customs?

At that time, Zhou Yu didn't understand why he had to do this.But he didn't have the nerve to ask, and he didn't dare to refuse.

Moreover, recalling Teacher Shao's smiling face, Zhou Yu didn't want to admit it.

What reason does the teacher have to cheat the students?

Zhong Yue looked at his blank and aggrieved expression, sighed, and his tone softened a lot: "You are just too obedient, I don't know that there are teachers who love you like Lao Lin in this world, and there are teachers who are as inappropriate as Shao Feng. Think about it, if this is really a good thing, why would he not give it to his baby Song Chen, but instead give it to you as a transfer student who borrowed from school? Why don’t you just see that you are easy to bully and use you as a coolie. "

……

"But don't worry." Zhong Yue smiled, put his arms around Zhou Yu's shoulders, and rubbed his shoulders soothingly.

"Let's go find him right now. With me here, let alone a grade leader, even if the principal is here, don't try to take advantage of you."