Liao Xuebing couldn't cry or laugh, and continued to work hard.

He ate a bucket of instant noodles when the moon rose high in the sky, and when the moon went down, he drank a glass of water. Before I knew it, the night had passed. The sky gradually brightened, there began to be some people exercising in the morning, and the old man pushing the cart was also selling steamed buns along the street, and the vehicles gradually became more and more, and the alley downstairs began to be noisy again.

Stretching his waist, rubbing his eyes, and looking at the results of a day and a night of hard work on the desktop, he couldn't help but feel deeply worried, until now, he had only copied the first volume, which was equivalent to one-sixth of the three years of high school.

When I went to the bathroom to wash my face and look in the mirror, I was startled by myself, with puffy eyelids, big black eyes, embarrassing stubble, and hair messed up like a bird's nest, even a street homeless man was more handsome and chic than him.

"Forget it, I'm too tired to look good, I'd better take a nap and get up again to study countermeasures. Qiu Daqi, you hurt me so badly, I won't let you go if I am a ghost. ”

As soon as I lay down on the bed and touched the soft quilt and enjoyed the morning breeze, I didn't want to get up again. I had several sweet dreams in a row, dreaming that I was in a place full of flowers and plants, surrounded by dozens of girls.

It wasn't until the sun shone through the window on his ass that he lazily picked up his phone and looked at it, and was suddenly taken aback and rolled out of bed, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and there were only four hours left before the deadline set yesterday, even if he grew ten more hands and five heads, it was still too late, what could I do?

Continuing to copy it is definitely not an option.

A crumpled piece of paper fell out of his coat pocket with Mrs. Smith's phone number written on it. Liao Xuebing lit a cigarette, paced a fist, thought for a long time, and dialed the phone.

"Hello?" a very calm voice came from the earpiece, which calmed his restless heart a lot.

"You, hello, Mrs. Smith, I'm Liao Xuebing. As soon as he spoke, the hoarse voice that was comparable to sandpaper sanding wood frightened him, and it turned out that after a night of hard work, his vocal cords had changed incomparably.

"Oh, Liao, it's you, I guess you must have got the handouts right, right?"

"Not yet, ma'am, I think I've told you before, I don't have any experience, and I can't find a solution to this problem. Liao Xuebing felt a sense of pain.

"If it can't be solved, then why did you call me at this time? It's already two o'clock, and you still have four hours. Mrs. Smith's voice sounded a little displeased.

Liao Xuebing was very happy, "Madam, so you will help me?"

"I have a friend who has been a high school Chinese teacher for 20 years, and you can borrow a few sets of handouts from her, and then replace them with a cover with your name on it, so that you can make a difference, and I will not be criticized by the board of directors for abusing my power and appointing inexperienced new hands. I've reached out to her and she's said yes. ”

"Great, ma'am, you're so cute!" Liao Xuebing shouted happily when he heard this almost unbelievable surprise.

"Unfortunately, it's a bit of a long way, so you have to rush there immediately and try to show up at the principal's office by six o'clock with the handouts. Her name is Ji Min, and she is the Chinese teacher and deputy head of the grade at Lihua Girls' School in Niujiao District, Pingzhou City. ”

There is a 60-kilometer road from Zhonghai City to Pingzhou City, two hours back and forth, and the rest of the time is enough for him to do anything, Lao Liao is simply overjoyed.

"Well, I made a note of it, and I guarantee that there will be no problems, so don't worry. I would like to ask you one thing, what is the phone number of Mr. Principal? I hope it doesn't bother you, I have something to ask him. ”

"The principal's office phone number is ......"

"Thank you very much and goodbye!"

Liao Xuebing happily closed the line, and then dialed the principal. He suddenly figured it out in a comfortable mood, they had a problem, I did it, this is defending, but I also have to take the initiative to mention them, there is offense and defense, and both offense and defense are the right way.

"Dear Mr. Headmaster, the sun is shining brightly today, don't you want to go out for a walk?" said Lao Liao as he put his hand into his crotch to tickle it.

"You are?"

"I am Liao Xuebing, who applied for the job yesterday. ”

"It's you, it sounds like you're in a good mood, and the handouts are ready, right?"

"Thank you for your concern, I'll send it by six o'clock. But I met Mrs. Smith in the café just now, isn't she the director of the school? Why do you have time to sit there alone?" After saying this, Liao Xuebing pricked up his ears to discern the principal's reaction when he heard this fake news.

"This ...... Madame, she has the freedom to dispose of her own time. On such a peaceful afternoon, going for a cup of coffee is a way of life. ”

Listening closely, through the slightly distorted voice of the radio waves, he could sense that the headmaster's heartbeat was a little rapid. Anyone who is in the period of admiration will show different abnormalities when they hear the name of the object of their affection intentionally or unintentionally, even if they are like the old man of the principal.

With this, Liao Xuebing can be sure that the principal has a bad idea of Mrs. Smith, and if nothing else, he should only be in the crush period, have a simple affection for the other party, and be absolutely embarrassed to let others know.

"I said hello to Mrs. Smith and she invited me to sit with her. We talked for a long time, talking about everything from the weather to travel, and I didn't expect Mrs. Smith to be so approachable, and her calm attitude was also contagious to me. Liao Xuebing made up a lie as if it were true.

"Is it? Mrs. Smith deserves to be respected. The Headmaster couldn't figure out why he had suddenly said this, but he was eager to hear about Mrs. Smith.

Mrs. Smith said she spent her afternoon sitting alone at the café every week, and she said it felt good to have someone to talk to and hoped that she would have someone to have coffee with her next week, preferably by accident. Hehe, Mr. Principal, I'm sorry to talk so much nonsense with you, let's see you next time. ”

"Hey, wait, can you tell me the name of that café?"

Liao Xuebing laughed wildly in his heart, old fellow, if you don't take the bait, I really can't help you! He paused deliberately, and said in a hesitant voice: "Ah, because I was in a hurry to give a lecture today, I actually forgot the name of that café!"

The headmaster vaguely heard that he was making things difficult: "What kind of memory do you have?"

"I'll try to think about it, and I'll tell you when I pass the interview this afternoon!" This actually has a hint in it, as long as the principal doesn't secretly stumble and let me pass the test smoothly, I will definitely say that I believe in his IQ and can understand it.

"Well, think about it more and try to come up with it, just think of it as an exercise in your memory. The principal said busily.

After closing the line, look at the time, it is almost half past two, calculate the itinerary, and it is still too late to rush to Pingzhou City. When he walked out of the door, he only felt hungry and weak, but time could not be delayed, and he had no choice but to endure it.

I was in too much of a hurry in the corridor, I didn't look carefully enough and collided head-on with a petite body. Liao Xuebing was about to say sorry, but the man looked up at him, exclaimed, and then took a few steps back and shrank on the edge of the wall. It was the new girl who moved in yesterday afternoon, dressed very lightly, with her round and slender thighs exposed to the air, and she looked very eye-catching.

"What's wrong with you?" Liao Xuebing thought he had injured her.

The girl's eyes widened, the fear in her expression gradually dissipated, nodded at him, and said, "I'm sorry!" and ran away, and in the blink of an eye, no one was visible.

"What the hell is this kid?"

He didn't know how much worse he was than a ghost, with a pale face, dark circles, messy hair, and a dull gaze. Thinking of the evil form when facing the girl yesterday, at first glance, it was both obscene and terrifying, or "deliberately" bumped into herself, and she was not sure to do any obscene things, no wonder the girl was so frightened that she almost lost her soul.

No matter how embarrassing the image is, take a taxi to the Beicheng District Station. There are not too many passengers, and the ticket hall is quiet, except for some people who are about to leave the station and wait for their own bus. Just in time, there is still a train to Pingzhou, and the next train will have to wait until four o'clock.

It is a short tram train that runs between neighboring cities, with only four carriages, sparsely sparse seats, a large area in the middle, and a lifting ring for passengers to grasp. Because of the high speed and many stops, it is designed in the style of a bus to accommodate more passengers.

There were not many people at the initial site, and there were still one or two vacant seats, Liao Xuebing quickly occupied a seat, and lay down comfortably, looking out the window at the scenery flying backwards. The tram soon left the city, passing through villages, fields and woods. The clear blue sky outside the window, the floating white clouds, and the farmers working in the fields all made him feel peaceful inside.

After a few stops, there were gradually more people on the bus, and there were not enough seats, so some people were standing. Liao Xuebing found that there was an old lady wearing a headscarf and a blue cloth shirt beside him, and her rickety body swayed with the driving vehicle. He wanted to pretend that he was asleep and couldn't see anything, but he felt that the eyes of the people around him were shooting at him like thorns, not to mention that the old woman was carrying a large bag of potatoes and looked very tired, looking very much like his grandmother, who had passed away for many years, so he stood up and said, "Grandma, I'm about to get out of the car, you can sit in this seat." ”