The boy stood in front of the crowd and shouted "get out of the way", he was tall, strong, coupled with a loud voice and a fierce tone, the classmates who were originally surrounding the door were startled by him, and they dodged to the side, forcing him to make a way.

Wang Yanli was standing in front of him at the time, her voice almost roared out her tears, and her eyes were still a little red when she returned to her seat.

Zhao Qingyu hurriedly patted her back gently, Wang Yanli's head hung slightly, and she turned her head and said in a small voice: "What's the matter?" ”

"Don't take it personally, that's the kind of person that." Zhao Qingyu said soothingly.

"Well......" Wang Yanli raised her head with some gratitude, and said embarrassedly, "It's just that he is so fierce, I was just scared ......"

"Well, just don't deal with him."

"How could I be associated with such a fierce person, it's too late to hide." Wang Yanli said and suddenly turned around to look at the door, for fear that the boy would hear this.

The boy had already gone out, and the door was full of people again, Wang Yanli didn't copy the class schedule, but saw what the next class was in the morning.

She told Zhao Qingyu about the course she saw, and Zhao Qingyu thanked her, took out the math book and put it in front of her.

The class bell rang quickly, and the math teacher walked in slowly.

Zhao Qingyu thought it was amazing, her math was very bad, but she still remembered the name and appearance of the math teacher, the math teacher's surname was Su, called Su Han, such an ancient name was a 65-year-old fat old man.

The reason why I was impressed by this math teacher in my first year of high school was that in addition to the teacher's name, there was also his hairstyle, which was a typical Mediterranean hairstyle.

In her impression, the math teacher was very precious and cherished the only remaining ring of hair on his head, not only kept it very long, but also combed it neatly every day, and then applied hairspray, so that the long, thin hair covered the top of his bright and round head as much as possible in the way that the countryside surrounded the city.

Sometimes when walking on the road, I will use my hand to stroke my hair from time to time to avoid the hairstyle from falling out, and if there is a strong wind, I will directly cover my head with my hands......

At that time, his classmates still joked behind his back that he "has a broken head and a hairstyle that can't be messed up".

Just when Zhao Qingyu still wanted to recall, the math teacher had already taken out the chalk without saying a word and wrote his name on the blackboard.

Although the appearance of the math teacher does not match his name, his personality is still relatively appropriate, whether it is talking, walking, or lecturing, he is gentle and not impatient.

Zhao Qingyu is not interested in mathematics, coupled with the way the math teacher lectures, she used to be able to listen to math classes and fall asleep.

She secretly decided that this time she must study hard and work hard.

"My name is Su Han, Su Dongpo's book, the letter of the letter, and the letter of the function, from now on, your mathematics will be brought by me." The math teacher writes her name on the blackboard and introduces herself briefly before the lecture begins.

He is old, has a decent personality, and will not have any superfluous communication with students except for academic matters.

Zhao Qingyu also tried to listen carefully and read carefully, but after a class, she felt a little dizzy.

High school mathematics and junior high school courses are closely linked, and her junior high school mathematics belongs to the lower middle school, not to mention that more than ten years have passed, and she has nothing else to do when dealing with numbers except money.

In addition to knowing a few numbers and simple formulas, she forgot everything she could forget.

After class, she lay on the table in frustration, what kind of thing as being reborn and becoming a school bully, I am afraid that it will never happen to her, unless she changes her head.

Wang Yanli turned around and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm too bad at math to understand what the teacher is talking about...... Zhao Qingyu said sadly.

Wang Yanli didn't speak at first, and after a while, she leaned over and whispered: "Although I'm not very good at math, I can barely pass the test, if you don't understand anything, you can ask me, if I know, I'll tell you." ”

Zhao Qingyu looked at Wang Yanli, and the latter's long and thin eyes were shining when he said this, and he seemed to be a little embarrassed.

Of course, she knew that Wang Yanli's mathematics was much better than her, and after graduating from the second year of high school to liberal arts and sciences, she chose liberal arts without even thinking about it. Wang Yanli resolutely chose science, which is enough to prove that Wang Yanli's mathematics is by no means as simple as barely passing as she said.

Even if she barely passed, it was more than enough to teach her.

Zhao Qingyu immediately got up, expressed his gratitude to Wang Yanli gratefully, and said that he would invite her to dinner, which made the latter very embarrassed.

The next class is Chinese, followed by English, both of which are two subjects that Zhao Qingyu was very good at before.

It's just English.,It's been too long.,There's no chance to use it after work.,I've forgotten the words and phrases I used to know.,I can only make up for it when I'm usually free.。

Just like this, the morning passed, and when it was time for school at noon, Zhao Qingyu had to hurry back to buy vegetables and cook.

Although Wang Yanli lives in a neighboring town, her aunt's family is in W Town, so she lived in her aunt's house for three years of high school and did not live on campus.

After school, the two naturally walked together and went out of the school gate, Zhao Qingyu glanced across the road, and the bun shop was closed again.

Aunt Wang Yanli's house was on the west side of the town, and when they walked to the three-way intersection, the two parted ways.

Zhao Qingyu went to buy vegetables, there was no air conditioning in summer, and he couldn't buy more vegetables at home, basically he ate as much as he wanted.

The weather is still quite hot now, and the afternoon class is relatively late, with classes at half past two, and there is nearly three hours of free time at noon.

After going back with the dishes, Zhao Qingfeng hadn't gone home yet, and the distance between the elementary school and home was a little far, and Zhao Qingyu knew it.

As soon as she arrived at home, she began to wash rice, first cooking the rice, and then starting to choose vegetables.

After all the dishes were washed and cut, Zhao Qingfeng came back, his little face was tanned, and he rushed to the toilet as soon as he entered the house, twisted the faucet and put his head underneath to feel cold.

"Is it hot?" Zhao Qingyu started to stir-fry, and when he heard the voice, he came out and took a look.

"Hot, today's opening ceremony, our class is all under the sun, it's too unlucky."

Zhao Qingfeng raised his head, wiped the water droplets on his face casually, and then came out refreshed and turned on the ceiling fan and TV, and tuned to the on-demand station as soon as possible, where the anime that was very popular in the past was playing.

Zhao Qingyu returned to the kitchen to continue stir-frying, it was too hot, not to mention the range hood in the kitchen, there was not even a simple exhaust fan, the smoke overflowed the room, she had to open the window wide, and then close the kitchen door.

After a meal was cooked, she was sweating profusely, and her clothes were getting wet.