sinovels Chapter 15
Chapter 15
In a blink of an eye, I have been back to school for a week and a half, and I have passed the weekly exam. Actually, it’s not as hard as I imagined. It’s just that my class teacher experienced a despair after my weekly exam results came out. He is suffering a bit.
The class teacher took me out to talk alone with the report card, and he couldn't say anything too serious. After all, in his eyes, I was still the first in the former class who had just recovered from a serious illness, had a serious heart disease, and could not be stimulated too much.
Well, this was mentioned by the head teacher when he was talking to me, I can't remember it at all.In fact, in my impression, I haven’t been the first in the class a few times. The most impressive thing is that I took the first monthly exam in the fall of the third year of high school. .
All the classmates in the class knew that I had taken sick leave and had been recuperating in the hospital. They heard that my brain seemed not as sharp as before after being stimulated, so they didn't make any fuss about the fact that I couldn't pronounce their names.
In my mind, I didn't have many good friends in high school, so it's only natural that I can't remember their names after all these years.
But now I have made a lot of friends instead. I feel that they are all nice and comfortable to get along with, although I know that we may never see each other again after high school.
My classmates would often ask me math or physics questions after class, because although I failed in other subjects, my physics and math scores were still top notch, and even the head teacher had to admire me.
Although the head teacher didn't tell me directly, I knew very well that he felt that I had no hope of going to a good university, unless there was a miracle.
We will leave school after class this Friday afternoon, and we will not go to evening self-study at night, because we will arrive at school early for evening self-study on Sunday night.
I am a day student, and the rented house is not far from the school, but it is in an alley, which is indeed a bit remote, which also explains why I was kidnapped on the way home after evening self-study.
After this incident, my parents changed the rent for me to the teacher’s apartment in the school. I didn’t want to move, but my parents firmly disagreed. The main reason is that I really don’t have the impression of being kidnapped, and I don’t have any post-traumatic trauma. Stress disorder, too lazy to move, and I know that the house price of the teacher's apartment is quite expensive, so I don't want my parents to waste this money.
But my parents thought that I was used to living in a big house outside the school and didn't want to share with others in the teacher's apartment, so they simply rented a whole apartment for me in the teacher's apartment.
Now, all the money has been paid, and I have to move if I don’t move.
While moving, I thought, I will really waste my parents' hard-earned money. If I don't study hard, I will really feel sorry for my parents.
The bell rang for the end of the last class in the afternoon, and everyone grabbed their schoolbags and rushed out of the classroom, regardless of whether the chemistry class representative just got up from his seat to hand out the weekend papers.
I was sitting in my seat, waiting for the class representative to hand out the unfinished papers of the previous few classes, while looking at the homework assigned by various subjects written in chalk on the blackboard.
It was really hard for me in high school. Every day was so tiring, no wonder I was able to hug my wife back. It turned out that it was all the virtues I accumulated in high school.
The class representative finally sent the paper to my desk, and I took it and put it in a thick pile of homework.In fact, I didn’t want to write the chemistry paper even if I asked for it. Every time I did a question, I had to flip through the book to find the chemical reaction formula. It was very painful, but I couldn’t give up.
After carefully checking that the papers and exercise books in front of me matched the homework on the blackboard, I put them into my schoolbag.
"Yan Minqi! Someone is looking for you!" The classmate sitting by the window in the front row called me back.
"Oh good." I smiled and nodded, then stood up from my seat, picked up my schoolbag and walked out of the classroom.
I think maybe my dad or my mom got off work early to pick me up, or maybe my uncle was called by my dad to pick me up.
I walked to the door of the classroom and found that no one was waiting for me, and I didn't bother to go back and argue with my classmates. Maybe he reminded me out of kindness, but maybe he heard it wrong.
I turned left and went downstairs. As soon as I took a step, I was shocked by the person standing against the wall at the stairway.
"Fuck, I'm scared to death..." As I said that, I raised my head to look at the person's face, trying to see if the other person was also scared by me.
shit.
I was taken aback again.
The man looked at me calmly, without any waves in his eyes.
"It's packed?" my wife asked me.
I almost cried.
"Well! It's packed!" I replied.