Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Yesterday during dinner, Tan Wenbin said there would be a big prize-scratching event at Shigang Town square this weekend.

At the current time, the lottery industry in mainland China had not been established for many years, but the custom of scratching for prizes was already popular, and the format was very accessible to people.

In a large venue, on both sides of the aisles, there were vendors in uniform clothing. The public bustled among them, able to buy one ticket at a time or a box at a time. After buying, they would scratch on-site and redeem prizes on-site.

The first prize was usually a small car, which would be placed in the most prominent position at a high place.

Li Zhuoyuan felt that he was like holding a lottery ticket before going to sleep every night, and waking up was the moment of redemption.

And every time there was a good guarantee, and often it would open up a surprise.

For example, this morning, when he woke up, he saw Ali wearing a dark gold pattern horse skirt, paired with a white top, looking both spirited and delicate.

Perhaps sensing his preference, she had been wearing horse skirts much more frequently lately.

This was still the result of Liu Yumei's painstaking persuasion: "Oh, my granddaughter, even if he likes you, you can't wear the same style every day, it's easy to look tired."

In the room, there was also a large table with pens, paper, and various pigments spread on it.

These were all things Ali had moved directly from Liu Yumei's place.

From the paper to the pens, nothing was ordinary. Even the pigments were made with ancient methods. Liu Yumei wasn't particular about what she ate, but the things she used in her life, one by one, were rare items, and could even be considered cultural relics.

Of course, she herself might not feel this was extravagant, because from childhood to adulthood, the life she lived was just this kind of life.

As early as before, she didn't give jade rings as gifts, only earrings, and the money she took to buy gifts was calculated in stacks. She really wasn't showing off her wealth.

The difference between showing off wealth and being generous was that she was genuinely planning to give.

At this time, Ali was painting.

She didn't need to get up early now to sit in the house waiting for the boy to wake up.

Li Zhuoyuan sat up and gently stretched.

The girl held the pen and looked over, tilting her head slightly.

Li Zhuoyuan smiled, got out of bed to wash up. When he came back holding the basin, Liu Yumei waved her hand from downstairs.

"Grandma Liu."

"Come, bring your paintings down, let Grandma appreciate them."

"Okay, Grandma."

Liu Yumei smiled and sat down. The "Liu Clan Observing Qi Jue" could be taught when Ali was completely well and she took this naughty boy as a nominal disciple of the Liu Clan.

But things like the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting had no obstacles and could be taught.

No, she didn't need to teach this boy how to play chess, he played better than her.

Li Zhuoyuan brought two paintings down and spread them on the coffee table.

One was finished by himself just now, and the other was painted by Ali.

The scene depicted in the paintings was the countryside view from the second-floor balcony in the early morning. It was this scene that prompted Li Zhuoyuan to want to learn painting.

Liu Yumei's gaze swept over and immediately furrowed her brow slightly, saying:

"If it were an ordinary teacher, they would give you a genius-like evaluation because you paint very well."

"Grandma, please teach me."

"But the problem is precisely here. Your technique is almost indistinguishable from Ali's, you learned by imitating her. But in your handling of light and shadow, you are too unrestrained, unrestrained to the point of being overly deliberate.

At first glance, it does look good, but upon closer examination, it's full of a craftsman's touch."

"Grandma is right, this is indeed my problem."

Although the two paintings depicted the same scenery, and Ali's style was more somber while his was sunnier, Ali's painting seemed to move, while his, even if he created movement, was still dead.

"In the way of calligraphy and painting, many people spend their entire lives researching technique, but true masters, who can create new methods and patterns, are called interesting. To put it bluntly, you have to integrate emotion."

Li Zhuoyuan's gaze darkened.

"You are still young, to paint like this is already remarkable. There's no need to force sadness with new words."

"Thank you for your teaching."

"It's not really teaching, it's just because it's you, I said it a bit more heavily, actually it's just nitpicking."

Li Zhuoyuan smiled and nodded, collecting the paintings.

Aunt Liu came out promptly, shouting: "Breakfast is ready!"

Sitting down, he was about to peel a salted duck egg for Ali, but the girl snatched it first.

When he was about to take a second one, the girl took it away again.

In a little while, the girl peeled a duck egg and sent it in front of him.

His eyesight was good, but some habits, the girl was no longer willing to change back.

Li Zhuoyuan ate while thinking about what Liu Yumei said. After learning for a month, his painting level could actually compete for prizes, after all, he was still in the junior group.

But in front of a true master, his painting compared to those old painters who specialized in copying paintings for a living, had a heavier craftsman's touch.

If he continued to paint diligently, his future endpoint would probably be a famous domestic fake painting master.

But, how could he integrate emotion?

Perhaps, it was the scenery problem; in that case, change the subject of the painting?

Li Zhuoyuan looked at Ali, who was carefully picking out the duck egg with chopsticks, and an idea formed in his heart.

"Ah ah ah..."

Tan Wenbin yawned, his yawn was very loud and long.

His dad agreed to let him continue living here, and also agreed to let him go to school with Xiaoyuan without attending morning and evening self-study, but he actually wasn't that relaxed.

No matter how many problems he solved, it wasn't as fast as Xiaoyuan's speed in giving him problems, and he could feel that Xiaoyuan was also making more and more progress in giving him problems this way.

At first, she would give him challenging problems, but now she began to pay attention to combining difficulty and ease. Some problems he could tell were deliberately given to him by Xiaoyuan to make him rack his brains and calculate step by step to gain happiness.

Although he could tell, he was truly happy. He felt like a small loach, being kneaded casually in Xiaoyuan's hand, and he was quite happy.

The only regret was that in the past month, it had been very quiet, with no zombie encounters.

He asked Runsheng if it was always like this before.

Runsheng replied, "Before you came, I wondered why there were suddenly so many zombies in the village. After you came, it's just normal."

This made Tan Wenbin once feel very guilty, thinking that his appearance had destroyed the feng shui.

However, Li Zhuoyuan didn't feel bored. His main energy was focused on learning painting and researching "Zheng Dao Fu Mo Lu". Additionally, he studied the remnants left by the dwarf father and son.

The boy felt that his life was quite fulfilling now. It was better if the frequency of zombie encounters was moderate, otherwise, if it was the Bai family lady today and skinned fish pond tomorrow, he couldn't bear it.

Li Sanjiang was very quiet today, silently drinking porridge.

After breakfast, Runsheng pushed out the tricycle.

There were two small stools on the car, both wrapped in cloth.

Tan Wenbin then pushed out his own bicycle.

Going home from school at that time was simply torture for him. He felt he shouldn't be inside the car but under the car.

"Great-Grandpa." Li Zhuoyuan didn't rush to get on the car, but walked towards Li Sanjiang, showing some shyness and anticipation.

Most children, during this period, had this expression, especially when facing elders.

"Haha, I understand."

Li Sanjiang took out money from his pocket. It wasn't much money, at least compared to the whole bills he used to give his great-grandson, it was much less. But as daily pocket money, it was something that most rural children and even urban children of the time coveted and envied greatly.

In terms of spending money, Li Sanjiang was always generous, especially to Xiaoyuan.

"Hey hey."

Li Zhuoyuan received today's pocket money.

He refused Li Sanjiang's proposal to give him a month's pocket money at once, because he divided it so that he would get some every day, and Great-Grandpa would have some happiness every day.

He himself would also have more opportunities to try and get happy emotions.

Sitting on the car with Ali, the tricycle drove down the embankment.

The girl insisted on sending and picking up the boy from school every morning and evening.

Li Zhuoyuan paid special attention once and found that Liu Yumei didn't let Aunt Liu follow, and in the dark, he also didn't see the figure of Uncle Qin, who had already left.

She was truly letting her own granddaughter go out like this, and she knew what was best for her granddaughter's future.

However, with Runsheng protecting her, Ali was not in any danger.

No, even without Runsheng's protection, it seemed Ali was not in any danger. Runsheng was more likely protecting those who tried to approach Ali from true danger.

The school gate of the large middle school was always the most lively in the early morning, middle of the day, and evening. The shops along the street at the school gate also opened early.

Sometimes Li Zhuoyuan would buy shaomai or fried dumplings to share with Ali.

Mainly to taste something different, after all, they had already eaten breakfast at home.

Or buy some small accessories to give Ali, helping her fill her collection box.

Liu Yumei told Li Zhuoyuan that every evening before going to bed, Ali would squat in front of her collection box and carefully tidy her collection one by one.

It was a pity that Ali couldn't go to school.

She was now not rejecting the people at home, like Great-Grandpa, Tan Wenbin, and Runsheng. Approaching them wouldn't cause a reaction. Even with Li Weihan, Cui Guiying, Cui Cui, Pan Zi, and Lei Zi, those who often came to their home, she could be restrained.

But if she were to truly go to school and sit in a classroom with a large group of students, she would be unable to accept it.

The most important thing was that Ali was not interested in school life, and she didn't yearn for friends or playmates. The traditional savior view seemed so redundant in her.

Perhaps, she didn't have any thoughts about this world at all. What she liked was to contact this "new world" through the boy.

After waving goodbye to Runsheng and Ali, Li Zhuoyuan and Tan Wenbin followed the crowd of junior high students into the school gate.

High school students had earlier self-study, so except for those who lived particularly close, most high school students, especially seniors, chose to live at school.

Tan Wenbin had lived at school before, but later he fought with someone in the dormitory and just lived at home.

Walking into the high school teaching building, everyone was having early self-study for the second class. Except for the teacher's lecture, it was very quiet.

Tan Wenbin slung his backpack over his shoulder, walking and swinging his bangs. He enjoyed this special feeling very much, feeling very stylish.

Even if he met other teachers, directors, or principals on the road, he wasn't afraid. After all, they were all very gentle and polite to his old boss.

And they would also nod to him.

Actually, it was just that Tan Yunlong and his wife still thought their son could gain some of the fairy spirit of the God of Literature;

For the school leaders and teachers, it was a cost-effective business to sacrifice one Tan Wenbin to ensure one provincial top scorer.

Li Zhuoyuan walked to the classroom door, and the English teacher, Teacher Su, was giving a cloze question lesson.

Teacher Su smiled and waved at Li Zhuoyuan.

Li Zhuoyuan also returned with a basic shy smile.

There was no need to shout "report" and affect his classmates. He walked directly into the classroom. Tan Wenbin sat inside first, and Li Zhuoyuan followed and sat down.

Taking out "Zheng Dao Fu Mo Lu" from the drawer, Li Zhuoyuan began to read.

In an English environment, this kind of "classical work" appeared even more fragrant.

It was just that after sitting there for a month, he really didn't like this position in the first row by the door.

Because every time the classmates in the class passed by, they would deliberately slow down their footsteps and look at him, even though he had already paid great attention to not making friends with his classmates.

Students from other classes seemed to consider passing by here as a fixed place for strolling between classes. Clearly, Class 13 of the senior year was in the middle, and you had to pass through here to go to the toilet.

The teachers were even more exaggerated. Before and after class, they would rather take a detour than walk past here, and then stop by the window or door, casting a loving gaze, as if they had to water the orchids they planted several times a day.

Because of him, the frequency of visits by the teaching director and principals had increased in a straight line. They didn't need to distinguish between classes, so the students in the class now didn't dare to read martial arts novels or chat quietly during class.

Occasionally looking up and being shocked by what appeared outside the window had now become a bleak reality.

Li Zhuoyuan truly liked the back row of this row,靠door, with a large space. The trash can was not here, but in the back of that row inside.

From a feng shui perspective, sitting here guarding the world was a standard hidden dragon in the abyss position.

Next were the positions on both sides of the teacher's desk, left and right guardians.

Before, Tan Wenbin was the right guardian.

But the right guardian relied on the classroom door behind him, which was not good, easy to be startled, causing unconsciousness.

The best was the left guardian. It was blocked by the lecture desk in front, bearing the emperor's intention above and bordering the hearts of ten thousand people below, a great hidden in the city.

It was also because there were many people. A class had seventy-something students. When he went to school before, there might not have been so many people, and they would readjust every semester. Some classmates couldn't keep up, and some were sick.

The bell for the early self-study class rang, ending the English class.

High school here had four classes in the morning and four in the afternoon.

But early self-study could be divided into two classes of half an hour each, noon self-study was one class of one hour, and evening self-study was four classes of one hour each.

On the class schedule, all self-study classes were marked with a subject, and the school required teachers to attend as regular classes.

Such a dense schedule scared Li Zhuoyuan. If they had attended classes according to this schedule before, whether he and his classmates could get first place was one thing, but the professors would definitely be the first to collapse in a large group.

Between classes, the students began to quickly pack their stationery.

Li Zhuoyuan curiously asked: "Brother Binbin, what's going on?"

"It's the monthly exam today, don't you know?" Tan Wenbin was also packing his stationery, but after glancing at the book in Li Zhuoyuan's hand, he paused, "It's also very normal that you don't know."

A month after school started, the monthly exam began.

To prevent cheating, senior three and senior two students were mixed for the exam, and they had to sit in other classrooms according to their exam numbers.

Actually, everyone was in senior three, so cheating was meaningless, pure self-deception. But reality was often anti-human nature, because there were really many senior three students willing to cheat to the third mock exam.

At this time, the homeroom teacher, Sun Qing, walked in and asked: "Xiaoyuan, do you want to participate in the monthly exam or go to my office to sit?"

"I'll take the exam, but can you give me all the subject papers during the first exam?"

"Good, no problem, I'll go get them for you."

Li Zhuoyuan knew what the school wanted him to do. Convenience for others meant convenience for himself. He still had to participate in this kind of large exam.

One was to ensure that the teachers would still be genial as the wind when he continued to not listen to class and not do homework, and the other was to help him get a feel for Brother Binbin's progress so that he could give him problems.

He was indeed not very good at teaching others, so he was learning.

Li Zhuoyuan stood up and went to the front wall to look at his exam number.

"Brother, come back, your exam number is still in the original position."

"Oh."

Li Zhuoyuan sat back down.

Tan Wenbin then went to the first position in that row on the left.

Before, Tan Wenbin had only read one sentence in a magazine: unless you are handsome enough, you fundamentally cannot experience how active girls will be.

Now he really wanted to add one: it turns out that as long as your results are good enough, the school can also not have any restraint.

The first exam was math, and the invigilator was Teacher Yan, the math teacher of this class.

After the papers were distributed, Teacher Yan also placed the papers of other subjects on Li Zhuoyuan's desk, gently patted Li Zhuoyuan's shoulder, and smiled:

"You can do the math. For other subjects, you can pick and choose."

"Okay."

Then, Teacher Yan placed his teacup on the boy's desk: "New cup, freshly brewed tea."

"Thank you, teacher."

The senior two boy who was assigned to this exam room beside him looked at this scene with a shocked expression.

When the exam started, looking at the small boy next to him "swish swish swish" beginning to write answers, his mentality began to explode even more.

No, even if the answers were placed in front of you, wouldn't you copy faster?

Li Zhuoyuan finished the math paper very quickly and picked up the physics paper to start writing.

Teacher Yan walked down, picked up the math paper, took out a red pen, and directly started grading.

He was very satisfied. He felt that the boy was not arrogant because of his good results, and was still humbly pursuing progress.

Look, this time, the big problems were not solved using unconventional methods, and a big "Solution:" was written before each problem.

When he reached the language section, Li Zhuoyuan paused.

Because the essay topic was: mother's love.

But it was just a pause. Li Zhuoyuan then wrote an essay on mother's love in standard style. In it, Li Lan was simply loving and great beyond words, his good role model.

The only thing he couldn't do was the English listening comprehension. He would just skip that.

Li Zhuoyuan checked the paper names, stood up, and handed all the papers to Teacher Yan.

"Are your hands sore?" "A little."

"I told you not to write so much," Teacher Yan blamed, "Go to my office to rest, get some sleep?"

"I'll go to the principal's office."

"Alright, it's quieter there. Remember to come to the small classroom to lecture a problem during noon self-study."

"Okay, Teacher Yan."

Li Zhuoyuan stood on the platform, looked down at Tan Wenbin who was sitting below. He had already reached the problem-solving section and was always writing, pausing less, not biting his nails.

Going back to the desk to take a book, Li Zhuoyuan walked out of the exam room and went straight to the principal's office.

When he was almost at the door, he heard a loud voice from inside. He originally intended to leave and find another office.

But he heard Li Sanjiang, Li Weihan, and Cui Guiying's voices inside.

He knew why Great-Grandpa and Grandpa and Grandma came, because he said he was in senior three, and Tan Wenbin also testified, and even Lei Zi, Pan Zi, and Ying Zi also testified.

But for the old people, it was still too difficult to understand, so they formed a team and came to school today specifically to see with their own eyes to believe it.

They must have been invited into the office by Principal Wu after they came in.

No wonder Great-Grandpa was so quiet during breakfast today.

An instinct made Li Zhuoyuan want to turn and leave, because he knew what would happen after he pushed the door in: the old people's joy and comfort, Principal Wu's praise and encouragement.

He longed to avoid this kind of fixed process.

But at this time, Li Lan's footsteps from the other end of the phone came to his mind. He and she were ultimately different.

This kind of sick instinct was not difficult to overcome.

Li Zhuoyuan pushed open the principal's office door. Great-Grandpa and Grandpa and Grandma who were sitting inside all stood up and looked at the child. Li Zhuoyuan walked over, his face showing a smile, and they hugged him.

Principal Wu said many words of encouragement, and Li Zhuoyuan lowered his head slightly, just the right amount of shyness.

After confirming this matter, Great-Grandpa and the others left quickly. Li Zhuoyuan came to the edge of the corridor and looked at the three old people walking towards the school gate below.

Great-Grandpa put his hands on his waist, walking with the pace of a stage official.

Li Weihan carried a water pipe bag on his back. He was always a steady and honest person, but his shoulders were shaking.

Cui Guiying held a handkerchief, constantly smiling and wiping away tears.

Li Zhuoyuan was very glad that he didn't choose to turn and leave.

Connecting with the essay he had just written, he realized that imitating Li Lan before might have been a mistake. He should have taken her as a negative example to avoid early on.

If he had realized this earlier, his illness wouldn't have developed so seriously at such a young age.

"Xiaoyuan, your grandpa and grandma actually still don't believe you're in senior three, hehe."

Wu Xinhan pulled the boy back into the office. He let the boy sit at his desk to read, and also took out drinks and chocolate from the drawer.

He knew that the boy participating in the monthly exam was very good, regularly giving everyone a fixed dose of assurance.

At the same time, he also knew that the boy was serving as an assistant teacher in the math Olympiad class.

Li Zhuoyuan picked up "Wei Zhengdao" and looked up.

The principal sat opposite him, looking at documents. When he wanted to smoke, he would go out to light a cigarette and come back after finishing it.

The bell for the end of the second exam in the morning rang. Li Zhuoyuan refused the principal's invitation to eat in the small dining room.

Walking to the school gate, he waited for Tan Wenbin. Tan Wenbin still brought Zheng Haiyang.

Although the three of them claimed to eat out every day, they didn't eat small stir-fries for every meal. They mainly ate noodles and fried rice. Of course, this was only affordable for children from dual-income families at the time.

Most of the students in the school were from rural families, and many didn't even go to the cafeteria, going back to the dormitory to eat dry food they brought from home.

Pickles and sauces were also brought by themselves, and often they would share each other's mother's cooking.

Tan Wenbin was quite rich. Since following Li Zhuoyuan, his dad and mom had increased his pocket money a lot. Zheng Haiyang was even richer, otherwise those hoodlums wouldn't have blackmailed him.

This year, sailors' salaries were originally high, and they also had a lot of income from overseas. Purely calculated by pocket money, Tan Wenbin could only be considered a poor household in front of Zheng Haiyang.

Tan Wenbin ordered five bowls of noodles. He ate one bowl, and his brain ate two.

Zheng Haiyang first went to buy three bottles of soda, and then wanted three egg pouches, three lion's heads, and three chicken legs.

He was happy to play with them. The last time Runsheng beat that group of people too badly, no one dared to come and trouble him during this period. Especially with Li Zhuoyuan's status in the school now, no one in the school dared to provoke him without batting an eye.

"Brother Xiaoyuan, Brother Bin, I had a dream yesterday."

Zheng Haiyang also learned from Tan Wenbin to call Xiaoyuan "brother".

"What dream?" Tan Wenbin asked, biting a chicken leg with his big mouth.

"I dreamed that my dad took me treasure hunting. This dream felt very real."

"Isn't your dad at sea?"

"Uh, he dived to treasure hunt. There were several sunken ships on the seabed, full of gold, silver, and jewelry."

"Heh, how much did you fish up?"

"Didn't fish up much, was just about to take it, the dream just woke up."

"What kind of dream is this? At least you should have taken the gold, silver, and jewelry, and after getting to shore, had a good time in the dream."

"Hey hey hey." Zheng Haiyang scratched his head.

Tan Wenbin looked at Li Zhuoyuan again: "Brother Xiaoyuan, can this dream be interpreted?"

Li Zhuoyuan shook his head, took a sip of noodle soup: "I can't interpret dreams."

"Oh, also, this dream is too fantastical. You boy, you're crazy about getting rich. Your family is so well off, why do you still want money so much?"

"Maybe it's because I was afraid of being blackmailed by them before, and I was beaten because I couldn't take out the money."

Li Zhuoyuan continued to lower his head and eat his noodles. Actually, he could interpret dreams. Compared to reading faces for fortune telling, interpreting dreams could only be considered a basic low-level skill.

Because most "daytime thinking leads to nighttime dreaming", you can just follow along and interpret.

Except for a very small part, that is truly meaningful.

The most typical is a pregnancy dream, which may not be dreamed by the pregnant woman herself, but by a relative of the pregnant woman.

Another one is that when a relative passes away, people will indeed dream of them that night without knowing the situation.

Sunken ship, seabed, gold and silver, father taking you treasure hunting and ending without illness...

Occupation, risk, farewell... These elements were all present.

In ancient times, when communication and roads were not developed, if children in two separate places suddenly had such a dream, and found someone to interpret it, they would either immediately return home or prepare to wear mourning clothes from a distance.

Many stories recorded by literati contained similar segments. They valued this greatly because it involved official careers and mourning.

However, this kind of thing was originally not accurate, and Li Zhuoyuan always restrained himself from randomly reading faces for fortune telling, so he naturally wouldn't elaborate on this topic.

Zheng Haiyang suddenly said leisurely: "Brother Xiaoyuan, are you really not going to care?"

He was introverted, but introverted people were often meticulous in their thoughts. The previous words were actually a kind of paving.

Li Zhuoyuan said doubtfully: "What?"

"I asked my neighbor grandpa and grandma, and they said that this dream is not very auspicious, and they told me to dream of something good."

Li Zhuoyuan shook his head and said very firmly: "Feudal superstition, it's all lies."

"Pfft..."

Tan Wenbin's noodles directly sprayed out from his mouth, and two strands even came out of his nostrils.

He immediately lowered his head and started wiping with paper. If I hadn't seen you personally arrange the feng shui to kill that pair of dwarf father and son, I would truly believe it.

"Hehe." A smile reappeared on Zheng Haiyang's face, and he asked: "Brother Xiaoyuan, how was your exam this morning?"

Tan Wenbin interjected: "Except for English, the others should be fine."

"Ah, English exam this morning?"

"When we were taking the math exam, he had already finished all the exams. Speaking of which, why don't you ask me how I did on the exam?"

"Then Brother Bin, how was your exam?"

"I don't know. Before, when I took the exam, many problems recognized me, but I didn't recognize them. Now, I feel quite familiar, like an old friend visiting."

"Then is it good or not good?"

"I'm not sure, I'm afraid it will kill me familiar."

"Huh?"

"Let's wait for the specific scores to come out. I also don't know if I did it right or wrong, but I did them all. I also wrote the last big problems in math and physics."

"Brother Bin, this is not language again, you won't get points even if you fill it up."

"Go, go, go, do I still need you to teach me?"

After lunch, the three of them returned to school. There were still three exams in the afternoon, and noon self-study was a regular class.

Li Zhuoyuan didn't go back to the classroom, but went to the small classroom that was usually not open.

There were already over ten people sitting inside, both senior three and senior two students, selected by the math group teachers to prepare for the city Olympiad competition.

At this time, the math Olympiad trend in mainland China was just booming. If you could get good rankings in this kind of competition layer by layer, it would be a huge advantage for further studies.

Li Zhuoyuan was originally invited by Teacher Yan to join and participate, but after a few days, he was invited by several math teachers to give problems.

Because the competition problems were difficult and more flexible, when Li Zhuoyuan first joined the group, he often saw the scene of teachers and students burying their heads and thinking together.

He quickly realized that he was a full man who didn't know the hunger of a hungry man. His own learning conditions were actually very superior, but that was only limited to big cities. Looking at the country as a whole, the marketization of teaching auxiliary competition materials had just begun. Many schools were still struggling to find ways to copy mock papers from big middle schools outside to give to their own students.

The problems Li Zhuoyuan wrote down on the blackboard yesterday were half checked. Li Zhuoyuan picked up the chalk and began to write the solution process under the unchecked problems.

Then, the students and teachers below all showed expressions of sudden understanding, constantly exclaiming:

"Oh~ so that's how it is."

Li Zhuoyuan also felt very relaxed. Teaching them was much simpler than teaching Binbin. He didn't need to deliberately show the steps in detail, and he didn't need to consider the combination of difficulty and ease to protect their learning enthusiasm.

Even if they didn't understand the process after looking at it, they would ask the person next to them. If they still didn't understand, it didn't matter. They would be eliminated and sent back to the classroom to attend class properly.

After erasing the problems, Li Zhuoyuan continued to give problems.

The teachers and students below began to copy. Unless it was before a competition, at other times, everyone either had teaching tasks or learning tasks, and it was impossible to stay here all day.

Outside, Principal Wu specifically brought several vice principals and directors and quietly came to the door of the small classroom to observe the class.

Looking at the small figure still needing to stand on a stool to write problems on the blackboard, everyone's faces showed the joy of digging up oil in their own field.

"I feel that this time in the city competition, our school should be able to have several qualifiers."

"I feel that at least one person will definitely qualify..."

"Don't you still feel that this definite qualifier might even take first place in the city?"

Nantong was originally a big education city. Under its jurisdiction, all six counties and one city had famous middle schools.

And this middle school, even in this county, didn't belong to the first tier, which meant it was starting with hell difficulty.

Wu Xinhan stroked his chin, feeling very comforted. It wasn't in vain that he specifically acted as a driver to invite people to school.

Before every meeting, they would pretend to be humble and speak in a sarcastic tone. Wu Xinhan had drafted countless sarcastic speeches. Look, it was his turn to perform this time.

At this time, a director next to him seemed overjoyed and said dizzyly: "Does this count as a college entrance exam immigrant?"

Several colleagues next to him immediately looked at him with incredible gazes.

Wu Xinhan was amused and laughed, directly practicing his sarcastic tone: "Which family specifically immigrated from Beijing to Jiangsu to participate in the college entrance exam?"

He paused and continued: "You're so smart, why don't you transport coal from the Northeast to sell in Shanxi?"

The director quickly raised his hand and explained: "I mean this kind of happiness."

After finishing the math Olympiad competition class, Li Zhuoyuan returned to the principal's office.

He saw the principal just bringing two physical education teachers in to hang curtains. Behind the curtains, there was also a spring bed.

"Xiaoyuan, you can rest here from now on. The desk in the classroom is too hard."

After the afternoon exam finished, there was still some time before dismissal. Li Zhuoyuan returned to the classroom.

In the classroom, everyone had gone through a full day of exams and looked listless.

Even Tan Wenbin was now drooping his head.

But there were still exams in the evening. To save time, all the exams would be completed today.

This also meant that Tan Wenbin couldn't be dismissed with him tonight.

"Brother Binbin, are you going back to your own home tonight?"

"No, I'll go to Zhuangzhuang's home after the evening exam."

"Oh."

"I'll go back after the monthly exam results come out," Tan Wenbin propped up his neck, flipped open his book, and began to review concepts.

After reading for a while, he lay down again, rubbing his belly. He must be hungry, and his brain had stopped working.

Li Zhuoyuan took out some chocolate from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Eh?" Tan Wenbin immediately took it, peeled it open, and put it in his mouth. "Where did this come from?"

"From the principal's office, hey hey."

"Don't mention it, it's indeed delicious. As expected, it's blessed by the principal."

Saying that, Tan Wenbin raised his arm and threw the chocolate towards Zheng Haiyang, hitting Zheng Haiyang's head. Zheng Haiyang was startled, and only laughed out loud when he saw it was chocolate.

The female class monitor heard the sound, lifted her head, and glared at him.

Tan Wenbin wasn't afraid at all and glared back.

Joke, if he was even afraid of the class monitor, how could he still have the face to be a right protector?

However, after glaring, Tan Wenbin made another parabola.

With a "ding dong" sound, the chocolate accurately landed on the class monitor's desk this time.

The class monitor's face immediately turned red.

The classmates around the class monitor all exclaimed in unison: "Yo oh~"

But Tan Wenbin, the party involved, was completely unaware. After throwing it, he lowered his head and asked Li Zhuoyuan: "Brother Xiaoyuan, aren't you anxious about not catching any zombies recently?"

"No."

"Don't you like catching zombies the most?"

"Well, it doesn't matter if I don't."

"Aren't you going out to look for them? You go to school and get dismissed every day. Zombies can't come to school to inspect your work. They are zombies, not leaders."

"Last time my eyes had problems."

"Uh, is that okay?"

"It made Great-Grandpa worry."

"Oh, I see," Tan Wenbin nodded, "Indeed, then let's talk about fate."

"Ding ling ling!!!"

The dismissal bell rang.

The classmates all quickly propped themselves up and slowly walked out of the classroom to various places to find food. Knowing that there were still several exams waiting in the evening, everyone looked listless, like a group of zombies.

"Brother Binbin, lend me a few books and paper. I'll take them back."

"Are you going to help me set up an altar to pray for my monthly exam results?"

"Ali needs them."

"Okay, I'll give them to you. I'll help you carry them. Anyway, Haiyang and I still need to go to the school gate to eat, so I'll just carry them to Runsheng. Haiyang, Haiyang, what are you still sitting there for? Let's go eat!"

Everyone in the class had left, only Zheng Haiyang was still lying on the desk.

Tan Wenbin walked over and patted him on the back, asking: "What's wrong? You're not feeling well? You were fine just now."

Who knew, this one pat down, unexpectedly produced a "ba ji ba ji" water sound.

Zheng Haiyang also responded as if under pressure. He was originally lying on the desk but suddenly sat straight up. Water was constantly seeping out from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes.

A puddle of wetness had already gathered under his feet and was continuing to spread rapidly.

His face was pale, his expression dull. The next moment, like a drowned person lifting his neck, he began to shout:

"There is a bastard buried under the sea; anyone who dares to dig will have their whole family killed!"

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