Chapter 621 Yang Yihe draws a blackboard newspaper

He Yuxiang didn’t know if he was overthinking it, but he learned a lot from his aunt after all.

After arriving at the research institute, He Yuxiang saw his uncle busy and started to learn chemistry.

After he started studying chemistry, he felt that he had not learned Chinese well, nor had he learned English well... what an idiot.

He used to take orders and write ideological reports for his older brothers and sisters at school, but now he doesn’t do that anymore and has started to study seriously.

However, Xie Tianyou felt that He Yuxiang was a genius. He could remember what was said once and could occasionally apply it to other situations. Since he started teaching He Yuxiang, he had entered a state of crazy learning. He wanted to teach He Yuxiang for a year so that he would not be surpassed by his students.

The two of them taught seriously and the students learned seriously. An hour passed quickly. Xie Tianyou would occasionally add classes and assign tasks to He Yuxiang, which were tasks he added himself.

He was actually a little embarrassed because he only earned 20 yuan a month and only taught for an hour.

After finishing his studies, He Yuxiang said goodbye to his teacher and strode home. On the way, he was thinking about the teacher's questions. When he got home, he went to the study to type.

After completing the task, He Yuxiang felt that his day was fulfilling, he slept soundly, and was happy to go to school after waking up.

Maomao came late, leaned on He Yuxiang and began to catch up on his sleep.

He Yuxiang: "What's wrong with you?"

Maomao: "I had a dream last night. I dreamed that my total score was 33 points. My father beat me like crazy, which made me run away from home. I walked and walked until I was too tired and woke up."

I was woken up by a nightmare in the middle of the night.

He doesn't even want to come to school anymore.

He Yuxiang was helpless: "You can't possibly get 33 points, don't worry."

"I know, but I'm very sleepy now."

Maomao took a short nap and then went to class.

He Yuxiang began to read on stage.

The first lesson for these children is to recite quotations.

After class, Maomao sobered up and dragged Xiaoyu to play sandbag throwing: "Come on, let's go and beat up the seniors. They laughed at me, and you have to avenge me."

"All right."

Xiaoyu never misses a shot when throwing sandbags.

Maomao laughed so hard watching it.

He stood there showing off, as if he had hit the target.

He Yuxiang and Yang Yihe were studying quietly.

One learns chemistry knowledge.

One is organizing a picture album.

Yang Yihe's paintings are important materials for garment factory research, but her paintings were rather sloppy when she was at the Canton Fair. The teacher said that if she could remember them, it would be better if she drew them again, so she drew whenever she had time.

Some classmates in the class were whispering to each other when they saw her and He Yuxiang studying.

"Why doesn't Yang Yihe go out to play anymore?"

"She is a learned person and learns everything from others."

"Everyone says she likes the class monitor. She has no shame!"

…

The kids in the class don't like Yang Yihe.

The reason is simple.

Yang Yihe has no parents, and she always plays with He Yuxiang, Xiaoyu, and Maomao, who all come from very good families. Everyone thinks she is bad and is trying to please others on purpose.

Yang Yihe had heard of it.

She didn't argue.

Her family background is not that good, so she is lucky to be able to play with Xiaoyu.

As for the gossip made up by the classmates, Yang Yihe was afraid that He Yuxiang would misunderstand, so she kept a distance from He Yuxiang and basically did not take the initiative to communicate.

He Yuxiang comes from a wealthy family.

Her grandparents even joked with her, asking her to get along well with He Yuxiang and get married when they grew up. He Yuxiang came from a good family, and if she could marry him, she would be able to live a good life.

But Yang Yihe felt that only by becoming a person like her aunt could she truly live a good life.

Maybe the road is harder, but it will definitely be happier!

Yang Yihe longed for the way her aunt stood in front of everyone and spoke freely, confident and strong, as if her whole body was radiating light.

Yang Yihe is concentrating on painting.

The sunlight outside the window shines into the classroom, casting a light on Yang Yihe's face. Her profile is soft and her eyes are focused. Just looking at this picture makes people feel peaceful and beautiful.

Xiaoyu returned to the classroom after hearing the gong sound. Seeing Sister Xiaohe's appearance, she quickly came to her and praised her without hesitation: "Sister Xiaohe, you look so beautiful when you draw."

Yang Yihe raised her eyes, a smile flickering in her eyes, and she smiled shyly, "Thank you."

Xiaoyu also smiled brightly and returned to her seat.

Yang Yihe put the painting back into the drawer.

My heart leaps with joy.

She really likes Xiaoyu very much.

Xiaoyu is a child who has no shortage of love, so she is not stingy in expressing her love to others.

She often envied Xiaoyu for having such a happy family, but was also grateful that Xiaoyu liked her.

At least she could see what a happy child looked like.

"Yang Yihe."

Lin Chongping starts the class by calling the roll.

"arrive."

Yang Yihe stood up.

Lin Chongping said, "Our school needs to draw a blackboard newspaper. You are the best at drawing, so you can represent our elementary school department to draw the blackboard newspaper, is that okay?"

"What do you mainly draw?"

"To celebrate our sister factory earning nearly 10 million yuan in foreign exchange, we must be a pioneer and forge ahead, let the world see China's manufacturing capabilities, and tell the children to stand up straight. We will get better and better, and one day, all people will have enough food and warm clothing."

"I will definitely complete it well."

Yang Yihe immediately took on the task.

Lin Chongping believed that she could also accomplish it: "Teacher believes in you. Okay, let's go to class."

He wrote on the blackboard.

Maomao poked Yang Yihe with a bright smile: "Xiaohe, come on, you can do it!"

Yang Yihe also smiled, "Well, I will try my best."

He Yuxiang said: "If you need help, call us."

Yang Yihe said politely, "I will."

Maomao said happily, "Call me first. I don't like classes."

Yang Yihe was amused by him.

"No gossip in class!"

Lin Chongping patted the podium.

Yang Yihe immediately sat down properly.

He lowered his head and dared not look at the teacher.

Maomao held the book upright to cover his face.

The class fell into a brief silence. Lin Chongping also started to teach a new lesson. Everyone began to listen carefully. As they listened, some students started to chat and were distracted. Shorty was one of them.

He was forced by He Yuxiang to attend classes every day, but he couldn't listen carefully all the time. His butt seemed to have nails, moving around all the time. He also liked to chat with people and always found opportunities to throw notes.

Lin Chongping turned a blind eye.

Let the dwarf get used to going to school first.

Then slowly improve his class habits.

As soon as he heard the end of get out of class, Lin Chongping ended the lesson, and the children in the class rushed out the door: "Shorty Tiger, if you jump out of the window again, you will be punished by standing in the class!!!"

He roared loudly.

The dwarf ran downstairs with his back hunched.

Lin Chongping warned other students: "Anyone who dares to jump out the window and leave will be punished by standing!"

A group of naughty kids gave up their thoughts.

Lin Chongping called out to Yang Yihe, "I'll get you some reports from various places about the Shengxia Sportswear Factory. That way you can write a better article."

(End of this chapter)