We went home every two weeks, with a weekend in between, and the school was open to students to go out and have fun. Every time the door is opened, I have to go to the opposite stall to drink the two cents a bowl of rice porridge, which is especially valuable.

Before I got out of self-study that day, I began to think about rice porridge again, and Xie Tingting appeared at the door of the classroom, lying on the side of the door and hissing. I knew she was coming to me, but I didn't want to go out with her, so I made a color at her, signaling that I couldn't go, Xie Tingting left the door, and said something to the person at the door.

Then a person from the society walked into our classroom in a grand manner, walked generously to my desk, lowered his head, "Yan Xiaochang, will you go to dinner with us?"

The classmates in the classroom turned their eyes to me. I really don't want to mess around with this kind of person, keep my head down and pretend I didn't hear. He was a little upset, thinking that I didn't give him face, "Don't write it, what's the use, go." ”

As he spoke, he pulled my arm. I was a little annoyed, and threw my arm away and glared at him, "Who are you, you." ”

I really don't know who he is, I guess it's Xie Tingting's godbrother, he's good friends or something.

This man can't beat me, he just wants to pull me out, and our class leader hurriedly sneaks out of the classroom and beckons the head teacher.

When the homeroom teacher came, I had already been dragged out of the classroom by this person, and I wanted to make it clear outside that I didn't want to make a fool of myself in the classroom.

"Let go!" the head teacher roared before he arrived.

This man did let go, but he was not afraid of our homeroom teacher, and he was not from our school. I straightened my shirt and stood by the wall.

The head teacher looked at the man, Xie Tingting and the other two friends of the man, "Which class, the classrooms of other classes can't be entered casually, I don't know!"

The squad leader stood next to me and tugged at my arm, meaning to tell me not to worry. To be honest, I used to annoy our squad leader, but now I have a better impression of her. Isn't she forced to do things because she likes to be nosy, isn't it because she is warm-hearted?

This man is not from school, so naturally he can't answer this question, so he put on a kind expression and said, "Isn't this going to end class soon?"

"When class is about to get out of class, you can just go into someone's classroom and drag a female classmate?" and then yelled, "People don't want to go with you and can't see it!"

Saying that, he lowered his eyes, ", don't show up at the door of our class classroom in the future!"

The man who pulled me was a little unhappy, but Xie Tingting pulled him and fled in a hurry.

I was still standing against the wall, Wang Zhaoyang glanced at me, asked the squad leader to go in first, and had a cold face, "Come to the office." ”

I lowered my eyebrows and entered the office, thinking about how to explain and what the head teacher would say.

Forget it, I've heard these words since junior high school now, and I'm thick-skinned, so it doesn't matter.

But Wang Zhaoyang didn't mention it at all, he sat at his desk, holding a math study book in his hand, and asked me, "What's going on?"

The expression was quite serious. The workbook is mine, and I just handed it in this morning, and there are indeed a lot of blank questions in it that I haven't done. I don't think I'm the only student who has empty questions, so why only look for me, and besides, he's not a math teacher.

I honestly confessed, "I won't do it." ”

Wang Zhaoyang became more serious, he was simply glaring at me, "Won't you just tear up the book!"

I looked at him with puzzled eyes, and he flipped through the book casually to the one I had taped with clear tape. When I used to go to school, my classmates really did this, because I was too lazy to write this homework, so I just tore off that page, thinking that I was very smart, but in fact, it was a little trick from the teacher.

I looked bad and said, "I didn't tear it up," and after a pause, added, "I didn't mean to." ”

This page was not only torn, but when I was fighting with Wu Yuqing, she beat me, and the paper was crumpled in my hand, and there were some other traces of tearing. There are also traces of tears where the pages of the book are pasted.

Wang Zhaoyang seemed to react, and asked me with a different face, "Are you fighting with your stepmother again?"

"Didn't you say you wouldn't mention it, teacher?" I said, with my eyes down.

I don't want anyone to look at me differently or take care of me because of my family. But in fact, this is a self-deceptive idea, if Wang Zhaoyang didn't think I was pitiful, he might care how much I am, but he couldn't say it, and I was uncomfortable saying it.

Wang Zhaoyang took a breath, suppressed the question for the time being, and asked me, "Then what do you mean by these blank spaces?"

I replied frankly, "That's really not going to happen." ”

"Then you're empty?" he was a little fierce, and he answered quickly, looking at me and asking, "Who are you waiting for you to write?"

I retorted, "I can't and can't write nonsense." ”

Wang Zhaoyang was really angry, glared at me and said, "When you go to the examination room, when you take the college entrance examination, you won't hand in the blank papers, right?

I saw that he was so fierce that he almost smashed the book directly at my feet, and I was suddenly a little scared, but I was still very unconvinced, and I was a little aggrieved.

I bit my lip, Wang Zhaoyang had already stood up, and slammed the book in his hand to the corner of the table near me, "Go and write, start writing from the empty place on the first page, don't miss a single one, go back to the classroom!"

Seeing him so fierce, I was very angry, on this hot day, I didn't let people go to eat or let people go to the wind, and I was doing questions in the classroom. What a broken teacher, no humanity, just know the score!

I took the workbook and turned around and left, and when I got to my place, I threw the workbook on the table and wrote!

I didn't eat dinner today, and then I went to the dormitory to make instant noodles to cope. Wang Zhaoyang said that if I can't finish writing this, I don't want to rest like everyone.

At noon the next day, my classmates all went to lunch, and I sat here to write the workbook. I'm such a person, I don't like to procrastinate in doing things, and it's easy to finish writing early.

It's still hot, and no one cares anyway, so I turned the fan on to the maximum, blowing so much that even the pores are shaking, and the weather is very stuffy, and it's still not cool.

That's all I can do.

In the middle, Wang Zhaoyang passed by the teacher's door once, came in and adjusted the fan from the first gear back to the fourth gear, I dare not be angry, break the teacher, I know to help the school save electricity.

I barely solved two questions, and found that the difficulty was indeed not that great, but as soon as I looked at this question type, I knew that it was the kind I didn't know, and I didn't want to move my brain at all, so I passed it directly.

Twenty minutes, Wang Zhaoyang came back from shopping, still two small stir-fried dishes.

But Wang Zhaoyang didn't go to the office, walked directly to me, put down the dishes, and said in a softer voice, "Don't do it, eat first." ”

Eat first......

The greeting was cordial, as if at home. I looked at him blankly, Wang Zhaoyang: "Eat, you can't starve you if you are punished." ”

I bit my lip again, looking at the dishes on the table and embarrassed to take the initiative.

Wang Zhaoyang sat down, opened the bag, handed me the chopsticks, and pushed the steamed buns over. I took a look, and this time he bought five steamed buns, and he really had three steamed buns.

After eating, Wang Zhaoyang cleaned up the scene and asked me to continue with the questions. Then I went to his office and got a glass of water from a disposable paper cup.

I politely took it with both hands and said thank you, and Wang Zhaoyang asked, "Will you do it?"

I shook my head.

He took the workbook and looked at it, and I noticed that he had a pair of very white and tender hands, and at first glance he was a scholar, like a sissy, oops.

Wang Zhaoyang bent down to look at it seriously and asked me, "Which one won't?"

"Nothing that is empty will be. ”

So he sat down again, got a pen and a piece of paper, and began to scribble on the paper, and I could tell that he didn't know much either. He has been painting for a long time, has been studying, and is very serious.

In fact, Wang Zhaoyang is only twenty-four years old, and he is also a big boy, and he is so white that he is really thrown in the pile of students, and it is easy to be mistaken for a student.

Looking at his little appearance of arithmetic, I said, "Teacher, when you were in high school, were the problems easier than they are now?"

"What's wrong?" he asked.

When I heard that it was like this, the questions were getting more and more difficult every year, and I said, "If only I had been a few years earlier." ”

He lazily replied, "I didn't go to high school a few years ago." ”

That's right.

I saw that he was struggling with this problem, so I cautiously asked, "Then you are not very good at math?" ”

"I'm a liberal arts student. He said, pausing, adding, "It's been so long since I've forgotten all these things I've learned." ”

Suddenly, I felt that he was very kind, not like a teacher, like a friend.

Just looking at him like this, Wang Zhaoyang finally understood, turned his head to look at me, and handed me the calculation paper, "Let's see, I'll tell you which step you don't understand." ”

I looked at the title, and sure enough, it was what he wrote. Why can't I learn this, because my foundation is too poor, when the teacher is teaching, many basic problems are brushed aside, I don't understand the process, I can't understand how it jumps.

But Wang Zhaoyang wrote in detail, and I could understand it.

I Shi Shiran nodded, Wang Zhaoyang looked at me, and asked me to write down the next question. Then he met something that he couldn't do, and he took it over to study it again.

When he was researching, I stopped writing and stared at him with all my heart. Wang Zhaoyang squinted at me and signaled me what I should do, but he couldn't control his mouth and asked me, "What major do you plan to take in college?"

"Didn't think about it. ”

Still looking down and calculating things, he used a chatty tone, "The final exam is coming soon, and I'm in the third year of high school when I'm done, and I don't even have a direction?"

There is no direction, and I never dare to think about the future.

I didn't answer, I said, "Then how did you study history?"

Wang Zhaoyang looked very helpless, "I was transferred." The law I applied for at that time was low and not enough. ”

"Then you don't have good grades. ”

Wang Zhaoyang didn't look up, and his side face was facing the paper, which was kind and handsome. He said, "Well, compare with me? In the future, you will become a teacher in this small school and get a salary of 1,000 yuan a month, are you willing?"

"Ah, your wages are so low?" I asked.

Wang Zhaoyang sighed, "Yes, I can't even support myself, so what can I do to marry a wife." ”

I blinked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Wang Zhaoyang glanced at me, "It doesn't matter so much." ”

Throwing the calculation paper in his hand to me, Wang Zhaoyang was bored and spinning the pen, I lowered my head, and the tip of my nose could smell the faint fragrance on his body, which I thought was very good.

At that time, I didn't know that people used Dior sports perfumes, and a small bottle cost hundreds or thousands. With a salary of 1,000 a month, how can he afford to squander it so much.

I don't really know anything about Wang Zhaoyang.