Chapter 8: Get up and go to school
After tidying up her hair and having a simple breakfast, the driver Jiang Xiyue mentioned arrived.
Wearing very ordinary sportswear, he started looking Linzhou up and down as soon as he entered the door.
Linzhou felt creepy after being looked at in that way. Then Jiang Xiyue, who was holding a hairband in her mouth, came down from upstairs. When she saw the person in front of the door clearly, she tied her hair at the speed of light and started to greet him.
"Dad, why are you here?"
"Of course, to see the boyfriend your Aunt Liu mentioned." Father Jiang had a faint smile on his face, but his eyes never left Linzhou.
In fact, Linzhou was very panicked, but Jiang Xiyue did not refute the title. Instead, she walked closer to the two of them and smiled happily.
"Student Linzhou, this man is my father. You can just call him Uncle Jiang."
"Hello, uncle." Linzhou put his hands close to his trouser seams and greeted him seriously.
Although he was just a painting model and played games all night, in this situation, if the other party insisted on saying something, he would have no way of explaining it.
But Father Jiang also smiled and patted Linzhou on the shoulder.
"It's classmate Xiaolin. You seem to be the monitor of your class. My daughter Tao, please take care of her."
"Uncle, don't worry. Classmate Jiang promised yesterday to teach me. Let's help each other." Linzhou nodded repeatedly, agreeing with what Jiang's father said.
He had never been so humble in his life , not even in front of his class teacher, Mr. Li.
This is not a matter of aura at all, but I just feel like I'm in the wrong.
Father Jiang glanced at his daughter with a stern face, then went out.
Through the window, Linzhou could see the black luxury car parked at the gate. He took a deep breath and then tilted his head to look at Jiang Xiyue who picked up their schoolbags.
"Your father is really terrible, is he so scary?"
"Your father!"
Jiang Xiyue swung Linzhou's schoolbag over with steady force.
The book was very hard and the force was very strong, but Linzhou still caught it, although his hand was a little painful.
There's no way, that thing is a passive skill. Boys are top-notch at catching and throwing flying props.
The two looked at each other, then went out and got into the car.
…
There was no conversation along the way. When they arrived at the door, they got out of the car very smoothly.
Because someone was sending them off, it was still early today, and Lin Zhou and Jiang Xiyue walked into the school gate talking and laughing...
I came to the classroom, put down my schoolbag, sat on the chair and looked through the words.
Morning self-study is just a breeze, just a little review will do.
It is impossible to achieve internal circulation. It is the limit of human beings to be able to take a few glances at something. Memory still requires thinking. It is useless to read it thousands of times.
But before morning self-study, he still had a task.
Collect homework.
As the class representative of Lao Li, I still have to collect the homework. What was yesterday's homework?
It seems like I am reciting an excerpt from Li Sao.
Who cares…
Linzhou stood up and shouted to the class, "Hand in your Chinese homework!"
Afterwards, people came one after another to hand in their money.
While Linzhou was sorting out his homework, Jiang Xiyue opened the biscuit box, tore open the small package, took out a biscuit, and handed it to Linzhou.
"My deskmate, ah~~~"
After taking a bite, Linzhou walked out with the homework on the table in his arms, a smile on his face and the rich taste of matcha in his mouth.
Now there is another thing to do, which is to fool Lao Li.
There are 43 students in the class, and only about 22 homework books were collected.
He knocked gently on the door and walked into the office.
Old Li was using his office computer to collect Happy Beans. After looking at Linzhou, he continued his operation.
After putting the homework on the table, Linzhou spoke softly.
"Teacher Li, this is yesterday's homework."
"Is it all ready?" Old Li stopped what he was doing and looked at the homework on the table.
Linzhou's eyes drifted to the ceiling, but his tone was firm, "It's all there, I counted it several times."
"Then count again." Lao Li opened the lesson plan, flicked his pen a few times, and started writing.
As for Linzhou, it is stuck there, neither going up nor down.
Originally, Lao Li didn't intend to make things difficult for Linzhou, but after a quick look, he found that the class representative had no homework, so that was unacceptable.
So, the current scene happened.
It was difficult to disobey the master's order, so Linzhou had to start counting.
"2...4...6...22...32...43...The teachers are all here. "
"Okay, you can put it there when it's ready. Bring your desk mate to my office during break time." Old Li waved his hand and shooed Linzhou out like a fly.
…
While someone was suffering in the office, Jiang Xiyue, who was sitting at her seat, was also lost in thought.
The cookie in my hand that has been bitten has been eaten. Should I eat it or throw it away?
If I eat it, Linzhou has already taken a bite. If I don’t eat it… it’s a bit of a waste of food…
Biscuits are made of wheat. Farmers work so hard to grow wheat, so it’s better to eat them.
Anyway, I drank water from a cup while playing games last night, so it doesn't matter, right?
Jiang Xiyue struggled for a moment, but still stuffed half a biscuit into her mouth, then flipped through the book as if nothing had happened. There were no words on the cover of the book, but the content was normal.
It is a custom-made Book of Songs.
After flipping through about three pages, Linzhou pushed open the classroom door, walked in quickly and sat on the chair.
"Mr. Jiang, where is the half cookie?"
Almost instantly, Jiang Xiyue's face turned red and she began to explain incoherently.
"I left it outside. When the student on duty was cleaning the blackboard, it got dusty and I threw it away..."
"Well, during the break today, come with me to find Lao Li. He seems to have something to say again." Linzhou didn't think about such things, and naturally he didn't notice the red-faced girl.
Seeing that the trick was done, Jiang Xiyue patted her chest with relief and stuffed the whole box of biscuits in the hole in the table to Linzhou.
Look at the biscuits handed to you.
Linzhou didn't refuse and picked it up to eat a piece.
But he also took out the bitten cookie from the box and tried to stuff it into his mouth, complaining as he did so.
"It's not thrown away. I told you not to waste food..."
When the biscuit was about to enter his mouth, a slightly cold hand blocked his mouth, followed by a weak girl's voice.
“That’s the one I bit.”
Almost instantly, Lin Zhou handed the biscuit to Jiang Xiyue's mouth, "Ah, then you eat it."
Because she was a little flustered, the girl opened her mouth and ate the remaining cookies.
…
The originally noisy classroom suddenly became quiet, and all eyes were focused on it. The young Yingyu teacher standing on the three-foot-high podium was stunned for a moment, and then blurted out a word.
"You two, you're feeding each other in the classroom? Cool!"
