a certain Zheng Kexin

Xu Niannian has short ear-length hair, well-matched facial features, a comfortable appearance, not aggressive, well-behaved, with crooked eyebrows and small eyes when she smiles, revealing the cleanliness and simplicity of a 17-year-old girl.

When she entered school, Xu Niannian was ranked in the top three in mathematics in her class, and also ranked in the top three in the entrance examination. The math teacher was named Sun. She was a five-year-old mother who wanted a daughter but gave birth to a bear son. She suffered from neurasthenia tortured by her son, so she especially likes a clean little girl who is well-behaved and polite at first glance. Xu Niannian is appointed by her. The little girl is delicate, quiet, careful, and good at everything. English is so bad that the math teacher is as angry as the English teacher, and often takes half of the reading papers wrong to question Xu Niannian to death—"Let's use all the energy in learning English to learn math. "

Seeing her approaching, An Ji helped her with the homework in her arms: "Why are you carrying so much, why don't you put it on the podium first."

"The podium is already full." Hearing An Ji's question, Xu Niannian raised her head as a gesture.

The books on the small desk are "shaky" at the moment - and there are some that have already "fallen". I don't know which class representative with a big heart put the stack of papers on the open space beside the podium. Greeting the boy who was on the verge of being late and running into the door, he gave a roundabout kick. The students in the first two rows were squatting on the ground to help pick up the test papers. It was as lively as it could be.

"There's no place to put it, forget it."

Which class representative has underdeveloped biceps.

An Ji didn't say anything more, he took out his homework book and gave it to Xu Niannian, then gently flipped through Zheng Kexin's stack of tributes.

Turned it over again, no.

Going over it again, not yet.

No, although Zheng Kexin's family is uneasy, she has no precedent for not handing in homework. An Ji thought about it, and there must be something strange about the abnormal thing. It probably has something to do with Zheng Kexin's grandma, but she couldn't explain it in front of outsiders, so she had to She looked at Xu Niannian in embarrassment.

As a senior class representative, Xu Niannian nodded sensiblely, "It's okay. Teacher, don't rush to ask for it. You can tell her after the morning reading. Just give it to me after the morning reading."

The speed of Xu Gaoke’s representative is all practiced. All the homework on the list during the morning reading has been taken away. Some of the fast ones have been sent to the office, and the slow ones have piled up hills on their seats.

Ning Zhi and Wen Yu were the only ones who were busy in the class. The meal expenses had to be registered one by one, and the tuition fees were so large that they had to be counted repeatedly. They only had four hands, so how could they be so busy.

Ningzhi held two document bags and countless small leather cases in his hand. One document bag contained meal expenses and the other contained tuition fees. The meal expense document bag contained five thousand bundles, and the tuition document bag contained ten thousand bundles.

Seeing that the morning teacher had already entered the door, Ning Zhi swaggered through half the class, put two money bags on Zheng Kexin's desk, stretched out his hand and pushed her: "Don't sleep and get up, Xiao Wang is here."

Their class is a science class. The only two liberal arts teachers are both surnamed Wang. The Chinese teacher is younger and has a high professional level. He can bear the word "senior" even in his temper, and is nicknamed the king by the students.

Xiao Wang is easy to talk, and Ning Zhi knew that Zheng Kexin was tired, so he ran to ask Xiao Wang for instructions as a life committee member, and arranged a job for Zheng Kexin to sit and count money.

"This package is for meals, [-] each, and this package is tuition fees, [-] each. You can see if there is any mistake in the count, and how much is the total. After counting, I will check with you-I am exhausted. .”

Although Zheng Kexin had just woken up, but as the deskmate of the life committee, she had done a lot of work as an assistant to Qian, so she immediately understood what Ning Zhi meant. On the table, after each copy is counted, put it in the book.

Ning Zhi was busy all morning, and after explaining to Zheng Kexin, he had time to drink some water to catch his breath. Standing in front of Zheng Kexin's desk, he complained to An Ji in the front row through the background sound of reading.

An Ji covered his face with the book, and asked in a low voice, "Why haven't you finished confiscating it?"

Ning Zhi gulped down a mouthful of water, and sighed the elder: "It's hard to explain in one word, you know that the tuition fees for regular students, contract students, and school-choice students are different."

An Ji: "Well - one thousand two, one thousand four hundred and three, one thousand eight hundred and three."

There is no problem with the different tuition fees. The problem is the 30 yuan change. It’s okay for regular students, but school-choice students and contract students hand over all integers to Ning Zhi. Few caring little angels change the change in advance. They are all a group of ancestors who are waiting for Ning Zhi to find money.

Ning Zhi roughly explained his current debt situation, and scolded: "If this fraction is fifty, it will be easy to deal with, and the two of you will just share it in private, and you can deal with it as you like, but I will find someone to share the thirty fraction." .”

An Ji ran through addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division in his mind. It is true that three is really an embarrassing number no matter what the situation is.

Wen Yu was still fighting on the front line, Ning Zhi walked away clutching his heart, Xiao Wang wandered to the furthest diagonal position, An Ji glanced at it, knocked on Zheng Kexin's desk with his backhand, took a tactical step back and stuck it on the corner of the desk , asked in a low voice: "Where is your math book?"

Zheng Kexin didn't answer right away. After counting the money in his hand and registering it, he said, "It's been cut into paper money. I said it was going to be burned to my grandfather, but now I can burn it directly to me."

"...You're still in the mood to joke around." An Ji clicked his tongue, but also had a headache, "How are you going to tell Lao Sun that our class didn't pass the exam at the end of the semester, and Lao Sun has a grudge."

Zheng Kexin didn't answer.

A similar situation happened once before. On the last day of the fifth grade National Day holiday, Sheng Yunming used her handwritten newspaper in the living room as a calendar and pasted it on the wall. The next day, Zheng Kexin couldn't do business, so Su Yingyu had to go with her to the school and meet the teacher. Explain the situation.

The teacher was nice and nice, and didn't say much. Then Zheng Kexin performed abnormally in the next exam and was called into the office to talk.

Of course, the teacher's words were not so tactful. Once Zheng Kexin was bitten by a snake, she was taboo from bringing up family matters with outsiders. When she was sleepy in class, she would say that she didn't sleep well, and never mentioned anything else.

If you are scolded, you will be scolded. It is a hard rock that "never finds a reason" to plead guilty.

An Ji knows Lao Sun's temper. Lao Sun is not as easy to fool as Xiao Wang. What time is it now? The college entrance examination is ahead. If you make a mistake during the make-up class, you will be disqualified from making up the class. , this homework is always about living and dying. If Zheng Kexin can't hand it in, he can only make up nonsense.

After a while, An Ji leaned over again: "You have to lie about this matter, at worst, insist on losing it, don't make up the time too early, otherwise Lao Sun will definitely ask you why you didn't make a copy, by the way, call your mother in advance Get angry, don't cheat, you will be fined if you are punished, with the old grandson's personality, you will probably be punished for the paper, it's okay, Ning Zhi and I will write it for you later."

Ning Zhi, who brought two more document bags, didn't know that An Ji had accepted a big gift for her school opening, and threw the money to Zheng Kexin with a tired face, asking, "Is it right?"

"That's right, I packed it up and put it in your schoolbag." Zheng Kexin pushed the written bill to Ning Zhi, "You keep it as a backup."

The two of them have worked together for two years with great efficiency. Ning Zhi had finished the battle after the morning reading, and went to the political and educational office with Wen Yu carrying a schoolbag of RMB and meal cards. Ask Zheng Kexin for homework.

Zheng Kexin said concisely: "No—write my name on it."

There are always various reasons for failing to hand in homework. In the final analysis, there are two situations: not writing and forgetting at home. There are more reasons when you refine it. The class representative will always ask one more question when registering. Teachers who can't make it can also help with good words when asked.

Xu Niannian had heard various reasons, but she had never heard such a straightforward "no".

"Did I bring it or..."

Zheng Kexin interrupted her: "I lost it."

It doesn't sound much more sincere than "no". After all, I haven't heard the reason "the strong wind blew my homework away" after I was eight years old.

"You just write it like this, it's okay, the old grandson will be punished if he finds me,"

Xu Niannian shook his head: "This cannot be solved by punishment."

Xu Niannian had been busy all morning, it was already hot in the late summer, and she had short neck-length hair that was not cool, and her face was already sweating, she put the stack of math books on Zheng Kexin's desk, freeing up her hands to cover them. The hair in front of the left ear is gathered behind the ear.

"The head teacher said that no matter what the reason is, if the homework is not handed in, the qualification for making up lessons will be cancelled."

Xu Niannian is a good student, he never causes trouble, he is obedient, but even those who are disobedient know that the third year of senior high school is special, and the head teacher's warning is not to scare people.

She thought for a while, then walked towards the debris area by the back wall of the classroom.

A few years ago, there was a wave of book corners in Lincheng. The principal ordered a four-meter-high bookcase to be installed in all classrooms of the school. In the area, the bookcase becomes a storage rack for cotton-padded jackets in winter and basketballs in summer.

There is a huge plastic basket in the last row of the bookcase, which is full of skipping ropes and sandbags used in physical education class. Every time there is a major inspection of contraband in the class, everyone hides the novel mobile phone in the basket. When homework is sent to the office, it will also be temporarily stored on the shelf-in short, it is a magical place with everything. Last winter, when I cleaned it, I found a moldy orange that turned blue and black, and a bag of weird wool balls.

The cabinets were still empty at the beginning of school, so Xu Niannian squatted down and felt in the gaps in the last row, and pulled out a dusty mathematics volume from under a pile of old magazines issued by the student union.

An Ji didn't expect that this item would still be in stock, so he let out a "wow" in surprise and asked, "Where did you get it from?"

"I forgot to hand in my homework last semester. I didn't remember that I was missing a copy of Lao Sun's inspection. As a result, I had a lecture that morning, and I went home with a fever in the afternoon. I came back after several days of tossing. Lao Sun was in a bad mood because of the weekly exam. No, I didn’t look for her, and I was afraid that one day she would think of asking me for it, so I didn’t dare to throw it away and put it on the shelf.”

Every year, the math volume is about the same size, and the cover is always green. The only difference lies in the two big characters "summer vacation" and "winter vacation". As long as the teacher doesn't look carefully, he will never see it.

Xu Niannian stuffed the booklet into the lower layer of the homework book. She knew the old grandson's habits. The old grandson could count, but he couldn't read the content, and he couldn't match the names one by one. He counted from bottom to top every time. She took her to the corner of the office to "build a wall", and after all the homework for the whole grade was collected, the garbage collector would naturally take away the "homework wall".

"No." Zheng Kexin didn't want to drag people into the muddy water, so he took Xu Niannian's hand and pulled out the booklet, "It's too risky."

She was scolded when she was scolded, and she went home when she went home, but she couldn't hurt others for no reason.

"It won't be discovered. I put it on the bottom floor. When the old grandson counts, he can't lift it. He can only see one side."

Zheng Kexin still shook her head.

"How about that." Xu Niannian opened "Happy Winter Vacation" and tore off the inside page with his name written on it, "The teacher pretended to be stupid when he found out that I didn't pay attention when collecting it, and we'll talk about it later."

If he is found out later, Zheng Kexin will definitely be scolded, but it is better to have a chance than to die directly.

Xu Niannian didn't wait for her to refute. After tearing up the book, she immediately rushed to the back door with a stack of math volumes in her arms. Zheng Kexin shrank in her den for more than an hour, her legs were numb, she moved the table and the chair, and chased out It was too late.

Lao Sun's office is at the end of the corridor, and he will be there in five or six seconds at a quick pace. Zheng Kexin ran to the door of the office, and saw that Xu Niannian had already put the stack of mathematics books on Lao Sun's desk.

At this time, it was nerve-wracking to go in and make a statement, so Zheng Kexin had to stand at the door and wait. After three or four minutes of torment, Xu Niannian came out of the office calmly, walked past Zheng Kexin who was waiting against the wall, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the corridor, there are several class representatives who are dispatching homework, and the office utters a loud voice from time to time, "Who didn't write it? Ah, call him to me."

So the class representative went to call someone, so the person who called went to call the parents.

The two girls looked at each other against the background noise.

Zheng Kexin escaped a catastrophe silently like this.

Zheng Kexin and Xu Niannian are not familiar with each other, the classmates haven't spoken a few words in two years, all the intersections are in the math homework, their class relationship is good, the classmates are unanimously public, the class representative is obviously the teacher's little assistant, and they are all inquiring about news secretly Little spy, most of the time, he will help when things happen, but as far as the point goes, no one will put himself in it for other people's affairs.

Zheng Kexin was ready to beheaded, but his life was saved suddenly, and he was a little dazed for a while, before he thought of it and said, "Thank you".

Xu Niannian is a well-behaved little girl, from her appearance to her character, she is well-behaved. Although she often helps a little because of the convenience of her position, she has never done such a big thing before, and she didn't have time to think about it when the incident happened just now. It was only after all the dust settled that I was a little afraid, knowing that I was presumptuous.

When Zheng Kexin was in school, Sheng Yunming, who had been making a fuss all night, was still asleep. Su Yingyu helped her husband prepare breakfast and waited for him to go to work after eating, and began to do housework routinely by mopping the floor.

This family is the same as many families, the male is the outsider and the female is the inside, there are old and young, and three meals a day are available with meat and vegetables. There is nothing unusual on the surface, just like the world that is not so close. All are bright.

Only when you get close can you see the opaque darkness, just like only a person who lives inside a house can pull out a needle from a corner.

Su Yingyu took out several packs of paper money that Sheng Yunming had cut out of the basket, and along the way picked up a pile of plastic bottles and cans that Sheng Yunming had picked up from outside. The clean drink was soaked, and it became a paste, with an unspeakable sour smell.

The remaining half of the mathematics textbook was placed on the top. Because it was stained with red ink, Su Yingyu worked for most of the night and got up early, took care of the dirty corners, and wiped the floor three or four times before she finally noticed it. He leaned on the table and sat down as if weary, and sighed softly at the math book in his hand.

She is sorry for her daughter.

For the next half an hour, neighbors came and went in and out of the corridor, those who went to work went to school, Su Yingyu sat in a daze on the chair, and only one sentence remained in her mind-she was sorry for her daughter.

When people have something on their minds, time flies very fast. It's noon in a blink of an eye, and it's dark in a blink of an eye. Su Yingyu cleaned up all the garbage that was an eyesore, and cooked a table of Zheng Kexin's favorite dishes.

Zheng Kexin loves spicy food, and the dining table looked very festive at first glance, as if it was covered with a red tablecloth, maybe it was because he was too tired on the first day of school, Zheng Kexin also had a good appetite in the summer, so he added two bowls of rice in a row.

Every time her mother had something to say, she would make a "celebration banquet". Zheng Ke was not in a hurry, and waited bite by mouthful until her mother finally spoke.

Su Yingyu picked up a chopsticks of light green onion tofu for her, and said in a discussing tone: "It's nice, why don't mom find you a house, so you can move out."

The author has something to say: The cohabitation life has begun!quick!move out!

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