Tutoring
Compared to other schools, the military training at Junzhou No.1 Middle School is not particularly intense; it consists of the same three things: standing at attention, practicing formations, and tidying up personal belongings.
Xu Changjia, having a certificate from the school clinic, was able to stand under the shade of a tree and read, just as the senior student had said. According to the senior student, the interns could go to the cafeteria to get their meals in advance.
However, how to sneak away without being discovered by the instructors became a problem that puzzled her all morning, and she found the essay book she was holding rather boring.
"Reporting, instructor, I need to go to the restroom." A resounding voice broke her thoughts.
Yes, that's a great idea!
She watched the minute hand on her watch keep turning until it reached fifty minutes. Ten minutes before the dismissal, she went to tell the instructor that she needed to go to the restroom. After receiving permission, she went to the restroom and immediately sneaked off to the cafeteria to get her food.
Once you've done it once, you get used to it. For the next few days, she would make excuses to slip away early, and also get food for Ou Liyao and the other two in advance. It seemed like the four of them eating together was quite lively.
But today, she seemed to see the last person she wanted to see in the cafeteria.
As the instructor walked past them, Xu Changjia kept his head down, not saying a word or daring to greet him. The three people traveling with him were chatting about gossip and didn't pay any attention to this. The inexplicable glance he received made Xu Changjia feel uneasy, and he also felt a little guilty.
It wasn't until the evening military training chorus that the instructor, listening to Zhang Yuning singing at the front, seemed to remember something and smiled. He casually walked to the shade of a tree, picked up the book that was next to Xu Changjia, and said, "Human World and Plants, are you reading essays?"
"Yes, instructor." She only glanced up briefly at who it was before avoiding eye contact with the instructor again.
The instructor chuckled slyly, like a fox, put the book back, and gently patted the hat on her head. "Next time you need to get food, just go directly. No need to make excuses. Just let me see you next to the line during training."
She raised her head again, her eyes shining, "Okay, thank you, instructor."
With proper nutrition from daily meals and drinks, and thanks to Ou Liyao's strict adherence to the doctor's orders and her constant monitoring of the medication application, her numerous and fragmented injuries have almost completely healed. The redness and swelling on her face have subsided, but she still looks a bit rounder.
Even so, I missed the military training performance and had to continue socializing.
She was handed over to her homeroom teacher, Ms. Wang, by the instructors and sat with her in the audience for the entire morning, successfully becoming the first student her homeroom teacher ever met.
The homeroom teacher watched the performance of Class 365, occasionally commenting on one or two students. Whenever this happened, in addition to echoing the comments, she would also introduce the student as XXX from the class, what they usually like to do, and how their training was going.
A look of satisfaction fell upon her, and for some reason, I felt a sense of honor.
This honor lasted until the end of military training, at the first class meeting before formal classes began.
Teacher Wang doesn't know many of the students in the class, so she arranges their seats casually, letting them sit wherever they want, but boys and girls have to sit alternately, and there can't be a group with only boys or a group with only girls.
The four of them had formed a bond from eating together in the cafeteria, so it was only natural that they became a group of four.
Xu Changjia and Ou Liyao sat in front of the two boys, Zhang Yuning and Zheng Ruoqian. Teacher Wang appointed Xu Changjia as the group leader of their large group of 16 people, and also as the class's life committee member.
Not for any other reason, but simply because he noticed that this little girl was quiet and didn't talk much, but when you mentioned anything about Qidian, she would always talk at length with you.
Teacher Wang noticed this during the performance that day. The person had only been accompanying them during military training for a few days, yet they knew each of them clearly. Not only did they know which girl lived in which dormitory, but they also knew the boys' personalities, hobbies, and even their scores on the entrance exam for Junzhou No. 1 Middle School.
Such a good memory shouldn't be wasted; she needed to be given some kind of job. That's how the class monitor position came about—the perfect fit for her.
What Teacher Wang didn't know was that Ou Liyao had overheard these things every day while walking on Mingde Road, at the cafeteria's dry food table, and in the girls' dormitory 2408. As they talked, she paid attention and matched each story with the gossipy faces, thus memorizing the faces of all 60 students in the class.
This feeling was actually quite strange. In her previous life, no one in her class remembered her, and naturally, she wouldn't be associated with anything like class officers. But after being reborn, someone remembered her name, which made Xu Changjia truly feel that she was still alive and living each day to the fullest. She was no longer that lifeless person.
There are people around, and light shines in their eyes.
All she saw were blooming flowers, and her heart was full of vitality. As long as she didn't receive the test paper in her hand, Xu Changjia wouldn't feel like the sky was falling.
The long and tedious classes from 7:30 a.m. to 9:30 p.m. every day also served as a reminder that their military training was over and they were entering a new phase of learning.
Fortunately, Xu Changjia studied on her own for two months during the holiday. She was quite proficient in humanities subjects such as Chinese, English, history, politics and geography. However, she was really overwhelmed by subjects like physics, chemistry, biology and mathematics.
At this moment, I finally understood the sincerity of the homeroom teacher and math teacher. The boys and girls were grouped together so that it would be easier for them to learn from each other in both arts and science subjects.
She had been studying physics for half a month, but she still only had a vague understanding. She wanted to ask Ou Liyao if she knew the answer, since Ou Liyao took notes like crazy in class and would say things like, "I know, I know, Teacher Xu talked about this in class. You can try that formula."
Ou Liyao's guidance had indeed taught her a lot, at least she had found the direction in solving problems. However, looking at the physics test paper with a perfect score of 10 points covered with red crosses, she really didn't know where the problem was.
Even though I didn't feel like I was learning gibberish in class, and I could understand some of what Teacher Xu was saying, staring at that big "3" printed on the test paper, I felt a pang of sadness, a sense of desolation that left me speechless and choked with emotion...
The English teacher on stage spoke with great passion, spitting as she spoke, while she and Ou Liyao in the audience just hung their heads, listless.
Xu Changjia still wanted to try, so he circled the wrong questions on the physics quiz that had just been handed out in the last class, but after looking at them again, he still didn't know where to start.
The black pen was opened and closed repeatedly, a gesture that caught the attention of the student behind him.
A small note containing candy was handed to her. Upon opening it, she found two Alpine candies lying on the note. She gave one candy to Ou Liyao and put the other one into her pencil case, where six candies that the others had shared with her were neatly arranged.
On the note were Zheng Ruoqian's long and strong handwriting: Did you and Ou Liyao not do well on the physics quiz? It's already Friday, the last English class, and she's stopped being silly, but you're sighing and complaining.
Although Xu Changjia didn't know how he noticed her sighing, she still felt warm inside from being cared for. She wanted to write something back to him, but after hesitating for a while, she handed the note to her good deskmate for a look.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her angrily scribbling a line on the note, the force of which seemed to penetrate the paper.
The remaining focus was on this English class. As the English teacher turned the page, Xu Changjia stiffly followed along, but his mind was completely absorbed in the physics quiz he had just received in the previous class, and he couldn't hear a thing.
My mind was a jumble of thoughts, all I could think about was how I was still so useless even though I had been reborn. I had been studying physics, chemistry, and biology for two months, and what had the result been?
When faced with exams, she was brought back to reality, proving she was still the same useless person she always was.
The note she passed back came back to me, and it read: Yes, I don't want to talk about the two-point score!!!
The three exclamation marks drawn in red pen at the end, along with a girl drawing circles and cursing in the corner, clearly indicate that it was the work of Ou Liyao.
Xu Changjia, who had been feeling down because of his poor physics quiz, had his worries lifted considerably. He added two more notes to the slip of paper, and I, who had only gotten three points, had nothing to say.
While Teacher Yang turned around to write on the blackboard, I quickly tossed the note onto the desk behind me, then sat up straight and pretended nothing had happened.
However, another question arose that she couldn't understand: how could Ou Liyao, who could teach her the physics problems she didn't know, still score worse than her?
Her mind was wandering, and the person behind her who was secretly reading a comic book didn't pay attention to the English teacher either. They huddled next to her deskmate, who was passing notes, and read Ou Liyao's masterpiece together—a girl drawing circles and cursing in the corner.
I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
His laughter immediately drew the attention of most of the students in the class, including Ou Liyao. She turned around and glared at the two of them, her expression a mixture of confusion and anger. Was it so funny that she got two points on her test?
Xu Changjia gently tugged at her right sleeve, pulling her back to indicate that Teacher Yang had noticed their commotion.
After Ms. Yang finished writing the last sentence on the blackboard, she pressed a period (from English) heavily on the blackboard. Then, she heard some strange laughter in the classroom. Was this a challenge to her classroom discipline?
She turned around, adjusted her glasses, and glanced at the sixty students sitting below. Most of them were looking towards the fifth and sixth rows of the first group. She didn't know the others. Xu Changjia and Zhang Yuning had gotten full marks on their English dictation tests several times, so it was unlikely that they were the ones disrupting the class.
That means it could only be those two people's deskmates. Teacher Yang directly called on Xu Changjia's deskmate to answer the question.
The teacher didn't know her name, and when she called out Xu Changjia's name, her heart skipped a beat. When she heard the words "deskmate" after her, she felt a pang of anxiety for her.
Sure enough, Ou Liyao was so busy writing and drawing in her English textbook that she didn't know anything about the question Teacher Yang had raised: how to analyze relative clauses.
The three of them whispered to her, but she couldn't hear them clearly. Instead, Teacher Yang noticed their commotion and called on Zhang Yuning's deskmate to answer.
Sitting next to him, Zheng Ruoqian only vaguely understood, but he had good eyesight.
He used his own words, along with the neat handwriting in Xu Changjia's notebook at the desk in front of him, to soften Teacher Yang's expression by a third, and successfully let them off the hook.
During the second half of the class, because Teacher Yang kept an eye on their group, the group didn't dare to make any big moves. Just before the end of class, Xu Changjia felt Zheng Ruoqian nudge her junior again, and what he handed her didn't seem to be a small note.
Noticing that Ms. Yang wasn't looking in their direction, she quickly took it. It was a perfect score physics quiz, and the three bold and unrestrained characters "Zhang Yuning" immediately caught her eye.
He reads comic books in class every day, yet he still managed to get a perfect score. Smart people certainly have reason to be proud.
The small note, which I fumbled for, extended an invitation to them: "Zhang Yuning will tutor the three of us at the Ruqi Bookstore on the second floor, opposite the piano room at the Children's Palace, at nine o'clock on Sunday morning. Bring your physics quiz."
She silently wrote "okay" and handed it to Ou Liyao, her mind starting to wander uncontrollably.
Children's Palace?
A piano room?
Did he know that the person listening to him play the piano outside that day was her?
When did you find out?
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