Yang Ji hurried to the classroom after breakfast.

The routine in school is to get up early in the morning to do morning exercises, and then have breakfast after a morning self-study. Breakfast is served early, followed by four lessons. Immediately after lunch, you have to take a nap, and those who don't sleep will also be punished by the teacher. After three classes in the afternoon, I have dinner, and after dinner, I will study in the evening.

In short, the time of the day is fully scheduled, in addition to studying or studying. It seems that children in the countryside can only go out by studying hard.

But the funny thing is that the students are responsible for the sanitation in the school, and they are not allowed to attend classes without cleaning. This also gives an excuse to some people who don't want to learn.

Yang Ji was assigned to clean the classroom, and she had to clean up the three groups she was in charge of before she was in advance.

By the time she walked into the classroom, several people had already started their homework in the classroom, and she opened her desk, where a piece of paper was crumpled and lying quietly in her many stacks of books.

She didn't bother to pay attention to what she thought was a prank, but when she looked forward, she saw that he was looking at her, and he probably wouldn't have told her about last night.

He gestured to the inside of the desk, Yang Ji picked up the ball of paper, he nodded immediately, and then turned around and continued to read his history book.

Yang Ji opened the paper ball: Please don't refuse the kindness of strangers, I don't want to see "ghosts" in the middle of the night. Also, if you don't want it, throw it away, don't go back.

Stranger? Does he define their relationship in this way? Yang Ji smiled, and then put the medicine back on the desk, he was really nosy, but she was not as simple as allergies.

The day passed peacefully, and after the last class in the afternoon, many people rushed to the cafeteria.

It's really strange to say that the people in this school didn't work hard when they held the sports meeting, but when it came to the meal, all of them were 100-meter champions.

Tuo Lifeng cleaned up the desk and looked behind habitually, she was still sitting in the seat, she was different from others.

He got up and walked to the back, glancing at it unintentionally, only to find that she hadn't taken the medicine he had given her.

"Why don't you eat it?" When he saw that everyone in the classroom was gone, he took the medicine out of her desk and forced her to question her.

"I'm fine, I don't need it anymore." Yang Ji lowered her head and tucked her arm, which was still a little red and swollen, under the desk.

"Then why don't you throw the medicine away? Didn't I say that if you don't want it, throw it away. Tuo Lifeng couldn't stand the fact that she was so snubbed by her for the first time when she kindly helped others.

Yang Ji heard the impatience in his tone, and suddenly felt that he was so inexplicable, as if his charity was a gift, no matter who he was, he should be grateful to Dade for accepting it.

She got up and snatched the medicine from his hand and threw it into the trash: "It's okay now, inexplicable." ”

Tuo Lifeng looked at the "kindness" in the trash can, and suddenly became angry: "It's really a dog biting Lu Dongbin!" ”

Since that time when Zhang Yangjiao rejected his kindness, Tuo Lifeng vowed never to meddle in his affairs again.

And from that day on, no matter what time he went to the playground to practice, he never ran into her again, and he thought that she might really be fine.

However, he found that he still began to pay attention to her, consciously or unconsciously. She is usually quiet, and occasionally gets up to answer the teacher's questions, as long as it is her answer, it is basically the correct answer.

However, occasionally when the teacher called her tablemate Zou Jun to answer a question, she would whisper a reminder, which disgusted him.

"Tuo Kuifeng, are there flowers in the back? Do you always turn back like a giraffe? Tuo Feng came to his senses and suddenly found that the math teacher and his classmates were staring at him.

He quickly turned around and embarrassedly blocked his face with a book and stuck out his tongue, of course there were flowers, and it was a man-eating flower.

Then the teacher continued the class, and Zou Jun whispered, "Just let him go?" The teachers are really biased, and the last time I was caught in a daze, I was slapped in the face. ”

Yang Ji nodded in agreement, but there is no way to do it, isn't it?

In this township middle school, students have no dignity. Or rather, the world they saw at that time was too small to know what the Juvenile Protection Act was, the right to privacy, etc. Even in politics class, the teacher, who had just graduated from university and came to intern, would read "Teachers shall not physically punish students or disguised corporal punishment of students······ While slapping the girl who spoke in class.

There was a group of rebellious boys and girls in their class, who were often slapped and spanked and hand-slapped by the teacher in front of the whole class. Some of them made mistakes and were caught, so they knelt on the podium to listen to the lectures for a week.

All of them are not surprised by this, they are numb or it is as simple as eating and going to the toilet.

There is something called self-esteem, which has long been tossed and turned into mud between this stick, stick, kneeling and kicking.

Of course, there are exceptions, that is, the children of teachers and civil servants like Tuo Fengfeng and Hu Xiaoling.

Yang Ji was also fine, because she was quiet and well-behaved, and her grades were not bad. But God didn't let her go.

The school will have a subsidy for poor students every year, and there are many people in the class whose family conditions are not good, but the number of places is limited. In addition, the class teacher will automatically add the people with good grades in the class, and there will be fewer places left.

So every time the head teacher P will ask directly: "Those classmates are single-parent orphaned and disabled families raise their hands?" A few people silently raised their hands, but Yang Ji hesitated for a moment and didn't raise it.

Her father went out to work, and there was no news for more than two years, and the people in the village said that her father was dead, but she didn't believe it. How could the person who loved her so much die for no reason, and when she grows up, she has to go and get her father back.

Yang Ji also has a younger brother, in the fourth grade of primary school, in order to provide for them to go to school, her mother not only has to do farm work, but also in her free time to make soles to supplement the family, to make a five-cent work, she lost this subsidy, her mother probably has to make thousands of soles.

The school's living expenses are 300 yuan per month, and when Yang Ji asked her mother for money, her mother became angry: What's the matter with you? Your grades are not bad, why didn't you get a grant? Your brother's grades are not as good as yours, and he has gotten them. Didn't you tell your teachers about the conditions in our family?

"I, I said it, but there are only so many places, so it won't be my turn." Yang Ji lowered her head and was very embarrassed.

"Didn't I tell you, it's very difficult at home, and every year I have broken my waist in order to pay your and your brother's tuition, so you can keep your mouth a little harder, why are you still like this? Who is your homeroom teacher, I will personally find her. ”

Yang Ji's mother is a woman with a very powerful mouth. Because of the torture of hard farm work, she seems to be much older than her real age. But it can still be seen from her little round Zou face that she was a beautiful embryo when she was young.

No one else knew why she married a poor and honest man like her father.

Now the honest man never came back after going out to work, and the people in the village are pointing fingers at her behind her back. She is a woman who drags her two children to study, and no matter how good her temper is, she has been worn out by life.

Yang Ji knew why her mother chose her father, because her mother had a large scar on her chest, probably because she had been burned since she was a child and had not been well treated, and the area was very large and shocking.

Because of this, the man whose mother was engaged before quit the marriage, and then the mother married the father.

When I was a child, I asked my mother, but my mother never mentioned the source of the scar.

Since my father's disappearance, my mother has become more and more able to endure hardships, and people have become more and more spicy. She understands all of this, and she swallows all the pain.

But she won't think that her father is dead, like her mother, like her brother. The man who would hug her as soon as he got home and kiss her with his scum, how could he be willing to die like that.

Yang Ji returned to school, because she didn't pay the food fee in time, she was ridiculed by P in front of the class: Some people, usually buy snacks and clothes without seeing her vague, as soon as she arrives at school to pay the money, there are thousands of reasons to excuse herself. Do you think I'll forget if you drag it on? Dream!

Yang Ji sat on the desk, clenched her hands and sobbed in shame, her throat choked. At that moment, she suddenly understood that poor people have no self-esteem.

Liu Kui at the back table was chewing bubble gum while scolding the P on the stage: Cheap woman, she is really a good lackey of the school. The food in the school cafeteria is terrible, and it charges us so much money, it's really a fucking ghost.

Yang Ji knew that Liu Kui deliberately scolded her in a voice that she could hear in order to make herself feel better, but at this moment her emotions had collapsed, and she couldn't stop crying at all.

A few minutes later, a pack of tissues suddenly reached her desk, she looked up, and her classmates pointed forward, but none of them acknowledged.

But she knew it had to be him, and no one but him was so nosy.

Although she didn't want to owe him a favor, she really needed this pack of tissues too much at this moment.

However, it didn't end so simply. The next day, Yang Ji's mother came to the school and made a big fuss.

In the office, Yang Ji's mother looked forbearing: I know it's all Yang Ji's fault, she loves face and doesn't want to admit her father's affairs, but our family is really difficult, can you ask the teacher to help.

P said with a disgusted face: Then I can't help it, the quota has been reported, next year, next year.

"Teacher P, I know this matter is troublesome to you, but how can you, as a teacher, determine the quota without knowing the specific situation of the students?"

Seeing that Yang Ji's mother accused herself, P retorted disdainfully: Then you have to ask your own daughter, since you have no money and are vain, then let her be vain.

Of course, Yang Ji's mother is not easy to mess with, and sneered: What kind of teacher are you? How old is she, she's only a fourteen-year-old child. She didn't want to admit that her father was dead, how could it be called vanity? Our family has no money, but children will not be bullied, and if you can say such things, it can be seen that you are not a good teacher.

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The two hot-tempered men didn't talk for more than half a sentence, and then they fought solidly in the office, until several male teachers arrived and pulled them apart.

That is, from which time did P and Yang Ji have a feud. She began to have trouble with Yang Ji everywhere, as soon as she caught her shortcomings, she would magnify and magnify, and then endless humiliation.

Poverty is like a brand suddenly engraved on Zhang Yangji's face. The news of her mother's fight with the teacher because she couldn't pay her living expenses spread throughout the school.

She suddenly became the focus of discussion among the teachers and students of the school. The shame from the bottom of her heart refreshed her endurance again and again.

She doesn't want to explain, and even if she does, it's useless, after all, other people's opinions about you won't change just because of a few simple words from you.

She could only be silent, more silent, more withdrawn.

Every day, I hope that I will grow up quickly, so that I can escape from this place where she is so depressed that she can't breathe.