Xia Yao's school is not far from home, her school was originally a textile affiliated primary school, after the closure of the textile factory, the school changed its name to continue to enroll, the quality of teaching is not high, it is a vegetable primary school in this area, in the district of the teaching evaluation and other competitions in the bottom every year. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Xia Yao's family is so poor that it jingles, there is only a small wall clock that is old, after my grandfather left, probably because the battery was exhausted, the wall clock had already stopped, she was reluctant to buy the battery, every day according to the radio broadcast of the uncle downstairs that resounded through the community to determine the time, I was too tired last night and got up late today, the uncle had already turned off the radio, and she was naturally late as expected.

"Standing in the doorway." The math teacher is her homeroom teacher, and when she sees that she is late, she has no good face, Xia Yao not only has a poor family background and poor grades, but also has a withdrawn temper, and her body is dirty and smells all day long, and none of her teachers like her.

For Yaoguang, who had a cold temperament back then, few people dared to command her, but for Xia Yao, a poor and white bitter child now, anyone can step forward and step on her mercilessly, although she doesn't want to accept it, but this is the reality.

She has accepted this reality since yesterday, after all, this is how she used to be, and now she is just reliving the experience of the past.

Xia Yao stood honestly at the door, her mood was very peaceful, and she didn't care at all about those disdainful eyes, not to mention that she was an adult now, even Xia Yao was not a thin-skinned person at the beginning.

The math teacher's teaching level was limited, so he read the textbook according to the textbook, so he randomly found a few students to come up and do the problem, and two or three students could not do it, standing in front of the blackboard in a daze, he took the whip and whipped them in the palm of each of them ten times.

A little girl cried on the spot, and the students below were all silent, for fear that they would be named by the teacher.

"Why are you so stupid? Are they all pigs? Can't do such a simple question? Are you listening to a lecture in class? ......" the teacher scolded the students while waving the whip.

Xia Yao stood outside the classroom and listened to the movement in the classroom, thinking it was interesting, I believe that many students in the classroom would rather stand outside like her at this moment, the outside of the classroom is not only fresh air, but also can train their endurance.

It's the beginning of April, and there's still some spring cold, and after standing outside for a long time, she inevitably feels a little cold when she only wears a single coat, but the more she is in this environment, the more excited she becomes.

Only in an extremely bad situation can a person's mental and physical qualities be honed to the greatest extent, and her potential can be stimulated, of course, the current conditions are really not bad.

She leaned against the wall, her body standing straight, her breathing even, her eyesight training, her ears always aware of her surroundings.

There was a sudden silence in the classroom, and she was wondering what was going on, when the math teacher walked out.

"You come in and solve this problem."

She looked up at the math teacher strangely, not missing the mischievous look on his face that was hidden beneath a serious exterior.

Probably because his old man felt that standing at the door was no longer enough to punish her for her evil deeds, and wanted to find an excuse to whip her ten times? Then he insulted her in front of the whole class that she was a pig or something......

She thought interestingly, with no intention of resisting at all, and walked to the blackboard very consciously.

There is a four-rule operation written on the blackboard, which is not too complicated, it is just an after-class exercise in the textbook, and there are still traces of the previous classmate's unsolved traces on it, and the numbers on it are messy, which shows how serious the students in the class are in studying, of course, Xia Yao in the past is also one of them.

Only this time, to the surprise of the teacher and the whole class, she did not stand in front of the blackboard in a daze as usual, but picked up a piece of chalk and began to solve the problem seriously, and it seemed that the words were not ugly.

The math teacher quickly hid the mischievous smile on his face, the answer on the blackboard is undoubtedly the correct answer, and even the problem-solving process is decent, and there is almost no big difference between the problem-solving steps in the teaching reference book, you must know that a poor student like Xia Yao does not say that he does the right problem on the blackboard, so he leaves his usual homework in a mess.

Today is a blind cat touching a dead mouse, he looked at her with disgust, neither right nor wrong, but said coldly, "Go back to the door and stand." ”

His bad attitude was completely expected by Xia Yao, there was no teacher in the school who liked a student like her, either with a disgusting attitude towards her, or simply treated her as transparent, in fact, this was one of the reasons why she was tired of school back then, she had never felt warmth in this school.

This is also the reason why she was able to survive the brutal training in the first place, and she never counted on the goodness of human nature.

She walked out of the classroom indifferently and continued to stand honestly, as one of the best agents in the organization, her skills were amazingly good back then, and although she was ten years old and weak, she couldn't withstand high-intensity training, but she could still practice the basics.

At the end of the class, everyone seemed to have forgotten that there was Xia Yao standing outside the classroom, and the math teacher walked out of the classroom without looking at her.

Xia Yao moved her body and enjoyed this feeling of muscle soreness, she forgot that she was still so weak, and now she doesn't have the high-intensity training of the training camp, what year and month will it take to recover her skills back then? It's really unaccustomary to be so weak.

She sighed secretly, now she is in the stage of growing her body, and her nutrition can't keep up, so she can't train herself, and if she misses this good time, she has no room for improvement in her life.

Although the days of the training camp are difficult, the nutrition can definitely keep up, and those nutritious meals that have been carefully calculated and scientifically formulated ensure their physical strength during training.

And now...... She had secretly made up her mind that she would go to the market to buy some meat to eat anyway, eggs, milk, and meat were what she had to ensure every day, and it seemed that she would have to use the cash left by her grandfather, and she frowned a little depressedly.

Money, money, money, that's the toughest problem she faces.

"Teacher Xiao Yang, this essay contest will be handed over to you, we will arrange it in the class later, and you can choose it after the essay is collected, and report it if you have a little bit of it. Anyway, it is impossible for our school to be selected for this level, so we just make up a number to set off those key schools......"

The two teachers walked side by side with lesson plans, and the older teacher said to the younger teacher in a self-deprecating tone.

When she passed by Xia Yao, the young female teacher gave her a strange look.

"Huh?"

Sensing the gaze of the young teacher next to him, the teacher who had been chattering also glanced over, and then turned his head sideways with disdain, not caring about Xia Yao's feelings at all, and said loudly, "This child's name is Xia Yao, she is in the third class, her mother is a neurotic, and she has a little problem with her brain, don't bother with her." ”

The young teacher was stunned, as if he couldn't adapt to the way his predecessors spoke, he glanced at Xia Yao sympathetically, and finally didn't say anything.

She was assigned after graduation, and building a good relationship with the old-timers is the most important thing, and she can't refute them because of a student she doesn't know.

Xia Yao listened to their words word for word, she had long been accustomed to their contempt, and now she was no longer like the stubborn and radical self in the past who ran out to make a fuss for these insults, which was completely useless, and it was uncontrollable to be looked down upon by everyone before she lived a personal life.

Thinking about the words "my family" that the teacher said just now, her heart was inexplicably a little sour, a broken family, even her grandfather left them, is this still a home?

"This time, the District Education Bureau held an essay contest, and the topic of the essay was 'My Family', and each student went back to write one and handed it in next Monday." The Chinese teacher assigned the homework with a blank face, and the students sighed and wailed.

"I want to write an essay again."

"I hate writing essays the most."

"That essay contest is none of our business."

The Chinese teacher is also impatient, this essay contest does not have much to do with them, originally this kind of thing The teaching and research group can find a few good students to write a few essays and hand them in, but the new head of the Chinese teaching and research group is troublesome, and every student has to hand in one, but fortunately, he only needs to be responsible for the arrangement, and the subsequent correction and selection are none of his business, otherwise he has to fight with the boss to the end.

"Quiet! Be quiet! Let's start reading the text...... "The teacher slapped the table with the blackboard vigorously to suppress the commotion.

The classroom rang out with sparse readings, more students chatting quietly in their seats, and even a few giggling.

The Chinese teacher is an old man, his eyes are a little flowery, his ears are a little back, he has always turned a blind eye to all the small movements of the students in class, so the Chinese class is one of the most relaxed and happy courses for this group of primary school students.

The teacher, who felt discomfort in his legs and feet after standing for a long time, simply moved a chair, sat down behind the podium, wore reading glasses and began to read the lesson plan, and his voice was like an old monk knocking on the wooden fish and chanting scriptures in the temple, which made people fall asleep.

Soon there were a few sleep-deprived children lying on the table, and a few lively and active children began to throw paper balls while the teacher was not paying attention.