Chapter 4
“I want a cell phone number,” Shen Huaixin paused, and seeing that he frowned slightly, as if he had misunderstood something, he quickly added, “Su Zihan’s.”
“…”
Su Zihan blinked and said without hesitation: "Mine? The school doesn't allow mobile phones. Why don't you ask Qi Yi for it? He has it. As long as I can contact him, I will know."
Shen Huaixin thought about it and looked at Qi Yi. Qi Yi's expression seemed a little helpless, but at Su Zihan's suggestion, he wrote down a string of numbers and handed it to Shen Huaixin.
"I'm busy," he added, just in case.
Shen Huaixin took it, nodded, and thanked the two of them.
After Shen Huaixin left, his deskmate pulled Su Zihan and said in a huffy voice, "You let Qi Yi give her the phone now?"
"Huh? What's wrong?" Su Zihan tilted his head, looking puzzled.
"Didn't you notice that her face turned red when she looked at Qi Yi? She even avoided his gaze. There have been rumors that she has a crush on Qi Yi," the classmate glanced at Qi Yi who had returned to his seat and continued in a low voice, "Her asking for your phone number is a typical roundabout way to save the country. Didn't she get the person's phone number smoothly? Look, she asked Qi Yi directly for it, and he didn't give it to her."
Su Zihan was unable to refute it for a moment, and felt that it made sense. A strange feeling arose in her heart, as if her things were being taken away. She was still trying to be strong,
"That's great too, if she likes Qi Yi."
My deskmate shrugged: "As long as you think it's good."
“…”
Shen Huaixin secretly took out her cell phone from the seat drawer and took out the piece of paper that Qi Yi handed her. In addition to the phone number, there was also a sentence written on it: This has nothing to do with Su Zihan, please do not disturb.
It was quite miserable for the original owner to be so shunned by her lover, but it had nothing to do with Shen Huaixin. She shook her head, marked Qi Yi as "Su Zihan's contact", and quickly turned off her phone.
The bell rang, and the Chinese teacher in a professional suit walked up to the podium, facing the classroom.
"Hello, students—"
"Hello, teacher—"
With the students greeting each other in unison, the Chinese class officially began.
The sunlight hit the lush trees outside the window, casting mottled light and shadows. The light spots followed the passage of time and stopped at a certain moment. Shen Huaixin's sleepy ears caught the key words, and she suddenly raised her head and looked at the teacher.
"This art performance is also the last one for high school students. I hope students will sign up enthusiastically."
The head teacher finished speaking on time, and the bell rang. This time, she didn't delay the class. After saying "class dismissed", the students rushed out of the classroom to grab the freshest meal from the cafeteria. Fang Xiaozheng stood up and leaned against the table, waiting for Shen Huaixin to leave together.
Shen Huaixin was a little absent-minded, and after a while, he went out with Fang Xiaozheng.
The school day passed quickly and it was only 4:30 when school was over. After Shen Huaixin packed her schoolbag and saw the setting sun, she was in a trance for a moment. It seemed that she had not been home at this time for a long time.
"Sister Xin, where are we going to have fun today?"
"I'll go home first today," Shen Huaixin said, "Now that my brother is back, I will go back on time in the future..."
[System: Yellow card warning! ]
"Let's go back and have some fun." Shen Huaixin gave his friends a meaningful look with a forced smile.
Fang Xiaozheng got excited: "Sister Xin, can I go? I can help you."
Not only cooking, but also helping out.
Shen Huaixin didn't know where Fang Xiaozheng got his bad taste from, so he shook his head and refused: "Xiao Zheng, I have a more important task for you."
Seeing Fang Xiaozheng wanted to ask something, she pretended to be mysterious: "I'll tell you when I get home."
After speaking, Shen Huaixin waved to the few people and walked towards his car.
The driver had been waiting for a long time and opened the door for her.
Shen Huaixin bent down and sat in. She was surprised to see Shen Chumo already sitting in the back seat waiting, as if he was picking her up from school. Her heart softened and she reached out to pinch his cheek.
It's very soft and hot, like kneading dough.
She laughed: "Chu Mo is waiting for me..."
[System: Yellow card warning! ]
"Mind your own business! Who asked you to answer the phone?" Shen Huaixin pulled Shen Chumo's face hard. He groaned in pain. When Shen Huaixin finally stopped doing evil, his cheeks had been pinched red and slightly swollen.
Shen Huaixin couldn't bear it, so he tried to find a topic to lighten the mood: "How's your tutoring going? Are you keeping up?"
Shen Chumo seemed to be angry because of being pinched, and pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Oh, with your IQ, it's normal that you can't keep up. Just learn slowly," Shen Huaixin shook his head with a look of disdain, "I'm afraid that by the time I graduate from high school, you'll still be babbling."
Shen Chumo couldn't stand it any longer and said, "I've learned it."
"Oh? Then I'll test you later."
After returning home, Shen Huaixin began to check the homework. She took out her pad and searched the library, then showed a screenshot to Shen Chumo: "Please listen to the question. Is this person's expression painful or happy?"
The picture shows a sunny morning. A girl is wearing a hat. The wind blows her hat askew. She grabs the hat and raises her eyebrows. Her teeth are slightly exposed under the corners of her lips.
"happy."
"Congratulations, you got it right," Shen Huaixin nodded, "Next, please imitate her expression."
Shen Chumo grinned and squinted his eyes.
“…”
Shen Huaixin manually adjusted his facial muscles, giving the illusion of pinching the face of a game character. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he stuffed a candy into his mouth, and his eyebrows immediately curved into a perfect arc.
"Remember your expression right now," Shen Huaixin poured cold water on him, "This is a free point question, you won't be able to laugh later."
She swiped the image on the pad with her fingertips. "Next question: What is this person's state of mind at this moment? A. Praying; B. Sad; C. Contemplating; D. Dazing. Please answer."
The picture shows a man sitting at the door of the operating room, with his hands clasped and his head slightly lowered. At first glance, he seems to have no expression, but a closer look reveals a silent solemnity.
"C," Shen Chumo analyzed the picture, "This is a typical thinking action. He should be thinking about how to perform the operation."
"Congratulations..." Shen Huaixin sighed, "Wrong answer, it's obvious that he is praying."
Shen Chumo was puzzled: "This is not a church, nor a temple, why are you praying? It's the wrong place."
"The most sincere prayers are only given in hospitals, you little fool."
Shen Chumo seemed to be thinking about something.
Shen Huaixin continued to increase the intensity: "What about this one? Analyze it."
"I know, he's supposed to be a clown, making funny faces to make people laugh."
Shen Huaixin shook his head, feeling that education work was a long and arduous task. "Think about it again?"
Shen Chumo pointed at the picture: "He put his hand in his nostrils and was laughing. Plus his face was funny, so I maintain my original judgment."
"He has an intellectual disability," Shen Huaixin explained seriously, "This face is not funny, it's abnormal."
“…”
Shen Chumo was not willing to give up after making mistakes one after another. He took the initiative to swipe the picture and saw a picture pop up somewhere on the webpage. With eye-catching dynamic text, in the center of the fancy interface was a woman with closed eyes and a flushed face. He immediately answered,
"Pain. This woman looks like she's enduring pain."
However, after waiting for a long time, he did not get any answer from Shen Huaixin. He turned his head doubtfully and saw Shen Huaixin's cheeks flushed and her eyes wavering. She hesitated,
"Let's skip this question."
...Is it too difficult? Even my sister can't do it?
Shen Chumo read it again and again with a strong desire for knowledge, but could only make out the key words "□□" from the crooked font. It seemed to have a deep meaning, but after a closer look at the metaphor, he still couldn't figure it out. It was very profound.
He pondered for a moment and said, "It's okay. I'll ask my tutor tomorrow and tell you the answer when I have it."
"Don't! Don't!" Shen Huaixin almost jumped up, "I know the answer, don't ask! Don't tell anyone!"
“……?”
"She is being massaged and trying not to scream. That's it." Shen Huaixin explained concisely.
He was still confused: "Isn't massage also about enduring pain?"
"Not really. She really enjoys it. She's enjoying it. You'll know when you go for the health checkup."
Shen Huaixin just wanted to skip this part as soon as possible. He didn't know where the small advertisement came from, but it almost taught him a bad lesson... It's not that he taught him a bad lesson, it can't be called a bad thing, it's just that he is still young, and he is still an embryo in the long years to come. He knows nothing about human emotions, and there is no need to understand them for the time being.
She turned off the screen, put the pad aside, and concluded seriously: "In short, sometimes people's expressions are so complicated. They cry when they are happy, and they remain calm when they are upset. If you want to know how to distinguish them, you may have to rely on your heart."
Seeing Shen Chumo said "hmm", as if he understood her intention, Shen Huaixin asked again: "Do you know why I ask you this?"
"Teach me to discern the sincerity of others?"
"You also need to learn to control your expression," otherwise you will be easily bullied. Shen Huaixin remembered his own personality and said coldly, "Otherwise, you will embarrass the Shen family when you go out. Although you haven't acknowledged your ancestors yet, this is also a precaution to prevent you from doing anything disgraceful."
"Thank you, sister."
"Don't thank me, I just don't want to embarrass myself." Shen Huaixin replied stiffly.
Fang Xiaozheng's phone vibrated.
Because her phone was a secondhand item long since obsolete, with only basic functions, she rarely used it in front of others. Finding a corner on the street, Fang Xiaozheng looked around, making sure no one was around before checking WeChat.
This was the task issued by Shen Huaixin: 1. Buy eggs, tomatoes, pork belly, potatoes, yogurt, strawberries and other ingredients to prepare a dinner for her, including meat, vegetables and fruits, and send it to her after she sends a message.
Fang Xiaozheng understood it, but why was it “1”?
She actually doesn't know how to cook very well. She always just eats a bun and some porridge. Her mother works two jobs and has no time to cook.
She had seen her mother working as a part-time worker, speaking humbly to her employer, her tone filled with cautious flattery. From then on, she understood that physical work paid little, was tiring, and was looked down upon. The only way to truly succeed was to cling to rich women, whose legs were thicker than her waist.
She knew that Shen Huaixin was simple-minded and her likes and dislikes were clearly visible on her face. She thought she had figured out her preferences, but this request left Fang Xiaozheng a little confused.
Is the eldest daughter tired of all the delicacies and craving home-cooked meals? The problem is, her cooking is pretty average. Even for home-cooked meals, there are chefs a hundred times more skilled than hers. Is she preparing this for her brother? Does he feel he's unworthy of sitting at the same table with her?
However, acting on one's own without being told could easily backfire. After much deliberation, Fang Xiaozheng decided to follow the instructions and try his best to prepare a good meal.
Since it was a meal prepared for Shen Huaixin, even if the final outcome was to feed the dog, it had to be prepared carefully. Although it could make some money from it, as a senior lackey, he was still very self-aware of the pros and cons.
She took the grocery money sent by Shen Huaixin, carried her schoolbag and walked to a large supermarket to purchase ingredients, trying her best to follow the recipes on the Internet to avoid any mistakes.
"There are fewer and fewer sensible girls like you," the salesperson, a middle-aged woman in her 40s, said as she swept the floor. "You even help with the family grocery shopping. My daughter has everything provided for her every day. She's older than you, but she doesn't know how to do anything."
Fang Xiaozheng remained expressionless but sneered in his heart. If it weren't for poverty, who would be willing to cook for others?
After leaving the supermarket, Fang Xiaozheng calculated the distance and decided to ride a shared bicycle home. He could exercise for free and get home in just over ten minutes.
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