Lin Chaoxi always remembered Pei Zhi's expression that night.

He sat under a street lamp, holding a beer can in one hand. The light made his eyes look deep and his nose look straighter. He looked like a teenager with soft and simple facial features, but his eyes were clear and firm.

Lin Chaoxi didn't know to what extent what Lao Lin said and what Pei Zhi said would affect Chen Zhu's life.

But for her, even if she leaves this world, she here and she there will always remember the scent of alcohol and sweet potatoes in the air on this winter night, and remember what the young Pei Zhi said on this winter night.

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The next day, before school.

Lin Chaoxi desperately told himself not to have incorrect expectations. Although Lao Lin was indeed a master of brainwashing, no one would change qualitatively because of a few words.

So when she stepped into the classroom and saw the basketball flying across half of the class and the entertainment magazines flipping, her heart finally settled down.

So that's how it is...

Sighing softly, she walked towards her seat.

But before she took two steps, she felt a weight behind her. Someone grabbed her backpack strap and she took a small step back.

Looking back, the team leader said sternly: "You should take some responsibility."

"What...what happened?" Lin Zhaoxi was terrified.

"The classroom is so noisy this morning, don't you do anything about it?"

Lin Chaoxi was confused. She poked her nose, not knowing what was going on.

The team leader's eyes dimmed, and he was too lazy to talk to her. He slammed the table and shouted to the whole classroom: "Stop making a noise, go back to your seat and read!"

The basketball landed with a thud, and the whole class fell silent.

The middle school students looked at each other in bewilderment, not knowing why they were suddenly yelled at, and what "go back and read" meant...

But the team leader didn't care about that. Before everyone started whispering, she said, "I'll count to three."

In the blink of an eye, all the students who were standing, running, or sitting in their seats rolled back to their original positions.

Lin Chaoxi was a little slow to react, and immediately stood out from the crowd.

The team leader had a grim look on his face, and the whole class was silent.

Lin Chaoxi finally understood what it meant to "accumulate power for a long time" and what it meant to "abuse power and domineering"...

"What are you doing?" The team leader glanced at her.

"S-sorry, my legs hurt. I'll take my seat right away!"

"Where's the Chinese textbook? Organize morning reading!"

Lin Zhaoxi: “Ah?”

The group gave up on her, and with sharp eyes, they shot to the end of the classroom and said, "Pei Zhi."

Pei Zhi always reacted quickly. He flipped through a book in the pile, stood up leisurely, spread his long legs, and walked towards her.

Lin Chaoxi raised her head slightly, Pei Zhi lowered his eyebrows, and there was even a hint of smile in his eyes. He handed the book to her.

Lin Chaoxi lowered his head and found that it was a book called "Selected Ancient Poems That Middle School Students Must Memorize".

She finally understood. Was she really asked to lead the morning reading class?

Will anyone cooperate?

Walking to the front of the podium like being forced onto a shelf, Lin Chaoxi steadied his breath.

Looking around, most of the people in the classroom kept looking up at her due to the group leader's power.

Pei Zhi had already sat back in his seat, and the team leader took out his Chinese textbook.

Gradually, one book, two books, three books... many students followed suit and took out the required yellow books distributed by the school.

Of course, some people were still having fun, some seemed not to care, and some even rolled their eyes at the team leader sitting in the front row, saying "mind your own business".

But, it seems there is no need to care about those people?

Lin Chaoxi opened the book and listened to his own calm voice echoing in the classroom in the early morning.

"The Chinese language test in the high school entrance exam is worth 120 points in total, 60 points of which are for composition. Of the remaining 60 points, nearly 40 points are for basic knowledge... In short, as long as you master the basics, you will have a good chance of getting 80 points..."

"I know..." the students said in a long tone, "Teacher Li has already said this many times."

Lin Chaoxi smiled awkwardly, "Well, shall we start? There are 66 required articles in total. At the rate of two ancient poems and one classical Chinese article every day, we can finish the first round before New Year's Day. The rest is just rehashing old stuff. Recite in the morning reading class, and take 20 minutes to write it down in the afternoon self-study. What do you think?"

"All right."

"Okay, okay, you have the final say."

The boys reacted especially quickly, and under the leadership of Matt Zheng, they expressed their support.

The girls didn't say anything. Bao Xiaomeng lowered her head and didn't make any movement. Only the girl whose mother said yesterday that she had arranged a way out for her gave her a blank look, as if she was about to say something rebellious.

Lin Chaoxi hurriedly stopped her: "Well, those who don't want to say anything don't have to speak up. Your opinion is not important. For those who want to recite, let's turn to the first article and start with "Viewing Canghai"."

The sound of flipping pages and gossiping rang out at the same time. Lin Chaoxi dared to bet that there must be many people secretly cursing the team leader and her.

But when the voice of "Donglin Jieshi" reading rang out, she really could not hear those words.

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Will there be any changes?

There will always be one.

Although it is impossible to clearly see the extent and direction of the change, just like the cold air that keeps blowing in winter, it always makes you put on more cotton clothes inadvertently.

Wearing more clothes doesn't seem to make any difference, but it just happens naturally.

Brother Sleepyhead returned to his usual routine of sleeping in class and no longer skipped classes.

Although he still goes to the Internet cafe every day, he still appears the next day with tired panda eyes.

But one time, Lin Chaoxi happened to see his computer screen and found that he was not operating the electronic figurine, but browsing game programming or something like that.

The boy's face was serious and sad, with the expression "What the hell is this?" written all over his face.

Lin Chaoxi also glanced at the screen and said he was helpless.

And Matt Zheng would also secretly ask Pei Zhi for help with math problems.

In the past, he would also clamor to ask Pei Zhi for his quick math training method, but this time he took the exercises he didn't know how to solve and asked for help very seriously.

Pei Zhi glanced at the questions, took the exercise book, closed it and put it aside.

As Zheng Mate stared in amazement, he drew precise triangles one by one on the draft paper and began to explain the most basic trigonometric problems to him.

"It's meaningless to just be able to do one exercise." Pei Zhi said, "Let me start with the basics of geometry."

Pei Zhi’s lectures are of course very good.

The words he used were gentle, the logic was clear, and he was well versed in the essence of Lao Lin's mathematics teaching, so much so that Zheng Tianming probably fell deeply in love with listening to Pei Zhi's mathematics teaching...

He even changed his daily off-campus lunch and ate sandwiches in the classroom with Pei Zhi.

Once, when another boy passed by him, Matt Zheng suddenly covered his manuscript paper and pretended nothing happened.

"Brother Tian, ​​what are you doing? You look like you've been caught cheating."

Matt Zheng: "How embarrassing would it be if I suddenly started studying hard?"

The boy looked at him with disdain.

Lin Chaoxi covered half of his face and pretended not to hear anything.

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In the deeper part of winter, it is already completely dark when you leave the school gate.

People get hungry easily when it gets dark. Lin Chaoxi trotted home. Old Lin was cooking in the kitchen. The aroma of braised pork wafted faintly in the cold wind.

She pushed open the kitchen door, picked up the bowl and scooped half a bowl of rice. She didn't even have time to put down her schoolbag and started eating at the small table.

"How's the class going?" Lao Lin covered the pot and sat in front of her.

"It's still the same."

"Did Dad's profound and passionate collective education have no effect?"

"It seems a little bit, but it's only been two weeks, Dad, you're not a god." Lin Chaoxi took two mouthfuls of rice.

Lao Lin stared: "Isn't it?"

In order to appease Old Lin, Lin Chaoxi said with a wry smile, "Dad, for several days in a row, the first thing you do when you come home is to ask about the situation in our class. You actually care about everyone and are very loving."

Before she finished speaking, Lao Lin, wearing a floral apron, stood in front of the pot, turned off the fire, untied his apron and left.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Lin Chaoxi shouted.

"We're going to fast tonight!" came the answer from the yard.

Lin Chaoxi touched his stomach and shouted to the courtyard: "Dad, your eldest disciple Pei Zhi is almost vomiting blood because of the torture. Do you have any quick geometry methods to teach us?"

There were sounds of footsteps and doors opening and closing outside the house, followed by a large silence. Lin Chaoxi continued to eat.

One minute and 30 seconds later, Lao Lin sat back across from the small dining table with a large stack of manuscript paper. He put down his pen and paper and actually began to write the junior high school math lesson plan.

After Lao Lin finished writing one, he put it aside. Lin Chaoxi quietly picked it up and looked at it.

The front side contains the geometric foundation, and the back side contains Lao Lin's casual mathematical sketches.

Lao Lin is like this, he enjoys everything he does, but he is also very serious about it.

Looking at his father concentrating on writing, Lin Chaoxi sat under the small chandelier in the kitchen, biting his chopsticks, and smiled.

Although he said he would not teach them, he actually couldn't help but care about the children he met, whether he knew them or not.

Human abilities are limited, but some things can be unlimited.

Lin Chaoxi was moved on behalf of Old Lin.

She looked back at her schoolbag, but she couldn't laugh.

There was an equal amount of manuscript paper in there, filled with densely packed memories of Lao Lin before and after the car accident a year later.

Preventing a car accident is not as easy as trying to turn the tide when one is at the bottom of life. Although the latter is difficult, if the price is paid, there seems to be hope.

The former is a completely clueless, unpredictable and difficult to solve event.

If there is no other solution, she can only resort to dreaming.

Before Lao Lin got into a car accident, she told him that something bad might happen in the future, and she pestered Lao Lin and warned him not to leave.