Chapter 142: Not Stupid
Looking at the two white rolls on the table, Sun Guanghui smiled very innocently.
He scratched his hair and replied, "I won't do it, Headmaster, I can't study well." ā
Principal Wu glared at him: "Can you still not do a single question?" Nothing else, can you write a single word in your composition? ā
Sun Guanghui nodded: "Well, I don't know how to write this composition." ā
Honest people lie and admit death, anyway, no matter how Principal Wu asks, Sun Guanghui just said that he won't do it.
In the end, Principal Wu was so angry that he covered his heart and coughed.
After she came to the Ten Mile Brigade, she didn't run to the Zhiqing Point, and she couldn't be clearer about everyone's learning situation.
Sun Guanghui said that he didn't know a single question, and he didn't believe Principal Wu when he killed him.
But there is no way, he doesn't say whether he lives or dies, and Principal Wu can't torture him to extract a confession, and he can't even find the right words to scold him.
Sun Guanghui retreated and went out, he was half relieved in one breath, and saw Wang Shumei not far away.
Under the scorching afternoon sun, Wang Shumei stood on the path in front of the brigade department, looking at him expressionlessly.
Sun Guanghui subconsciously swallowed his saliva and walked over stubbornly.
"What, you, are you looking for Principal Wu?" Sun Guanghui had nothing to say.
Wang Shumei looked at him and said directly, "I'm looking for you." ā
"Huh? Ah, what are you looking for me, what are you looking for me? Sun Guanghui beat a drum in his heart.
Wang Shumei looked at him and said very directly: "You didn't get in on purpose, right?" ā
Sun Guanghui's face turned red all of a sudden: "No, no, how could I deliberately fail the ...... exam"
"Tell the truth."
"Hmm...... It's intentional. ā
The answer that had been expected for a long time, Wang Shumei was not too surprised.
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, asking in a very soft voice, "Why?" ā
"No, why not......"
"If you don't tell the truth, I'll never talk to you again."
"IāI don't want to talk to you...... You fight. Sun Guanghui tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to make himself look as natural as possible, "I've long been used to doing farm work, and you, you need this opportunity even more."
How could Wang Shumei not hear his true thoughts?
She licked her lips and whispered, "Six places, I don't need you to let me." ā
"Hehe......" Sun Guanghui smiled, "I know." ā
He knew, but he was afraid of what happened.
He has counted these days, among the male intellectuals, the four who did not ask for leave almost gave up, and he also observed their review from the side, and felt that he was not worried.
He pondered that if he didn't take the test, it would be equivalent to the seven of them competing for six places, and Wang Shumei should be able to pass as long as she didn't play abnormally.
Moreover, he was also afraid that he would squeeze out Wang Shumei's place.
In that case, he would have to regret his death.
It's better to hand in the blank paper directly, if she is admitted, it is naturally the best, if she can't pass the exam, then he can help her in the future.
Wang Shumei looked at his innocent face, blushed and scolded: "Fool." ā
For educated youth, the importance of a subsidy of 10 centimeters a day and 5 yuan a month is self-evident.
Everyone else riveted their hearts and fought hard, but this fool took the initiative to give up.
Wang Shumei's eyes were red, and she pursed her lips to look at his face that was tanned by the sun.
"Oh, don't cry."
Sun Guanghui panicked, and hurriedly wanted to wipe her tears, but his hand was halfway stretched out and stopped, he tore off a leaf of a creeper and handed it to Wang Shumei, with a sincere face: "You wipe it." ā
Wang Shumei: "......"
Sun Guanghui handed the leaf forward: "You use it hard, there are." ā
Wang Shumei burst into tears and smiled, and reached out to take the green leaf.
She didn't wipe her tears with it, pinched its stem, and with a slight movement of her fingertips, it spun with it.
She asked, "What do you do?" ā
"Me?" Sun Guanghui saw that she didn't cry, and he smiled, "I'm fine, I don't have to worry about it at home, I can support myself by working by myself, you ...... Hello on the line. ā
The more he spoke, the quieter his voice became, and by the end, his face was already red.
Wang Shumei thought that he would take the opportunity to say something, but after waiting for a long time, she only heard his panting.
Wang Shumei looked up at him and couldn't help but say again: "Fool." ā
"Not stupid."
Sun Guanghui looked into her eyes and emphasized seriously.
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In the cornfield, Lin Nianhe took off his gloves, and under the cover of corn leaves, took out a piece of cola ice from the space and threw it into his mouth.
The cool cola ice instantly drove away the heat, and she squinted her eyes comfortably.
"Rustling ......"
There was the sound of footsteps behind him.
Lin Nianhe's pupils constricted, and he quickly bit the cola ice and swallowed it, and quickly pulled out the weeds at hand.
"Comrade Lin."
Footsteps stopped behind her, accompanied by a hoarse male voice.
Lin Nianhe turned his head, looked at Zhou Chujiang standing behind her and asked, "Something?" ā
So Widow Zhao is really not mistaken, he is really singing the praises of Mai Lang in the cornfield, look at this dumb voice, what is the picture?
Zhou Chujiang looked at the weeds in her hand, frowned and said, "Comrade Lin, you can already be a teacher, why do you still have to do farm work?" ā
Lin Nianhe's neck was a little tired, he stood up with his knees propped up, looked at him and said: "I am an educated youth in the countryside, of course I have to do farm work, I not only have to do it now, but after the start of school, when the farm is busy, I will also go to work." ā
She took off her protective gloves and patted the dust on them.
Zhou Chujiang stared at her slightly reddened fingertips, his brows twisted into a ball, as if he saw someone throwing white rice on the ground and stepping on it twice.
He took a deep breath, pointed to Lin Nianhe's hand tremblingly, and said word by word extremely seriously: "Your hand should hold a pen, not a hoe!" ā
Lin Nianhe looked at the labor protection gloves in his hand, and looked at Zhou Chujiang with sympathetic eyes: "I didn't take a hoe." ā
looked like a very thoughtful person, but he turned out to be a blind man.
Zhou Chujiang's breath was stagnant, and he didn't know how to answer this.
"You, you ......" Zhou Chujiang snorted and panted, and only squeezed out a sentence after a while, "This is not right, this is not right, you should not do farm work." ā
Lin Nianhe looked at him with the eyes of the second fool: "I don't do farm work, what do I eat?" ā
Lin Nianhe really didn't just want to scold him when he asked this.
She just suddenly remembered that the team leader recognized Wen Lan as her just now.
The melon eater's keen sense of smell told her that there must be a big melon here.
So, she had to test it to see if he could draw a cake and say, "I'll raise you," or say, "You're so good that you can survive without this."
Zhou Chujiang said righteously: "How can you go against your dreams for the sake of momentary pleasure? You shouldn't be so worldly! ā
Lin Nianhe didn't expect this answer.
It turns out that the scumbag is not a new species that has gradually evolved because of the change of times.
The corners of Lin Nianhe's lips raised slightly, and he looked at him from top to bottom: "You are high, you are great, you can live by drinking the wind." ā
(End of chapter)