Day of Suffering
Hearing this, the boy took a step forward with his long legs, walked up to Song Shuang, and took the things from her hand.
A sense of oppression came from the tall figure, but because of the faint smile on the boy's face, he did not seem to be strong, but rather very gentle.
His voice was low and gentle, with a hint of smile, and he coaxed the girl softly: "Okay, okay, our Xiaoman has grown up."
Song Shuang walked forward angrily without waiting for him to finish, not wanting to pay attention to him for a second.
We always talk nicely, but every time I turn my head I see his figure, which is really enough.
The two of them walked one in front and the other behind, and as the girl intentionally kept a distance, there was a full thirty meters between them.
The boy was not in a hurry either. He followed Song Shuang leisurely.
We passed by a dessert shop on the way. It had a pink storefront and various small cakes were placed in transparent cabinets, neatly stacked there, looking very exquisite.
Song Shuang recognized the logo of this cake shop. It was famous for its delicious food and high prices. The creamy aroma of the cakes could not be concealed even from across the street. It overflowed from the air and cracks, tempting passers-by.
The boy said to himself, "Anyone want some sea salt cakes?"
Song Shuang's ears perked up and his pace slowed down.
"The second one is half price. Who are you looking for? Let me see who's online..." As he said that, he lowered his head and started to look through the address book.
Song Shuang put on a sullen face, waiting for the boy to catch up due to the inertia of his pace. She emphasized in a low voice: "I don't want to eat the cake, I'm afraid you will suffer."
Who can resist the allure of getting the second piece for half price?
No! No! People!
"Well, Xiaoman really helped me a lot. I don't have to bother looking for anyone anymore." The boy put the phone back in his pocket and praised her sincerely.
Song Shuang curled his lips and muttered, "It's the same routine every time."
The boy smiled and said nothing.
He quickly turned and went into the dessert shop and packed a small cake with sea salt flavor and a small cake with mango flavor.
The beautiful little cakes in the square box tempted Song Shuang all the time, but this kind of cake was not suitable for eating on the roadside, so the two of them each held a little cake and got into the car.
When Song Shuang returned home, his parents were watching TV. When they heard the noise, his mother Song Yunxia turned around first.
"Why are you back so late? I hope nothing happened on the way."
She stood up, took the small cake from Song Shuang's arms, took out her daughter's slippers from the shoe cabinet and asked her to change.
Song Shuang put on his shoes as usual and walked inside without even glancing back.
She nodded to signal her mother to look back: "With him here, where can we be unsafe?"
Song Yunxia then noticed the boy behind Song Shuang. She took the bags from the boy with a smile on her face and comforted Song Shuang: "Yeah, I feel relieved that your brother is here."
Song Shuang rolled her eyes secretly. She had heard this countless times.
Without looking back, she jumped onto the sofa and snuggled up next to her father, Song Yanming. Her father was the only normal person in the family.
Watching Song Qing come home and start to get busy again, he first went to the kitchen to get out the fruits and put them on a plate, then bent down on the coffee table to open the cake packaging bag.
Song Shuang turned away, thinking it was a good idea to ignore it. "There's a parents' meeting tomorrow. Dad, come with me. I've already signed up for your name."
Song Yanming, who was silently eating a biscuit, was suddenly called. He didn't know what to say for a moment, "Tomorrow, tomorrow..." Glancing at his wife and son, he coughed softly, "I don't have time. My boss asked me to deliver some documents to him. I have to go. Next time, next time I will definitely go."
"Haha," these were all excuses. Song Shuang shook off Song Yanming's arm and crossed his arms over his chest. "Then tell me, who's going?"
Song Yunxia sat over and stuffed a slice of orange into Song Shuang's mouth: "Your brother will go, he has time tomorrow. You should eat more oranges to supplement your vitamin C."
Song Shuang quickly took the remaining orange from her mother's hand and swallowed it. If she was any later, she was afraid that her mother would feed her one slice at a time.
After Song Qing placed the knife, fork and nuts, he sat down on the sofa, leaning back with a smile on his face.
"I'll go with Xiao Man tomorrow and ask her how she's doing in school and whether her grades have dropped."
Song Shuang:!!!
As soon as she heard the word "achievements", she stopped pretending to be so arrogant.
You can say anything, as long as we don’t mention our grades, we can still live well.
She picked up the fork from the coffee table, picked up the golden mango on the cake, and held it in front of Song Qing, complimenting him: "Brother, try this cake, it's delicious."
Song Qing took it with a smile and put it in his mouth, "I know, thank you Xiaoman."
Song Shuang breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in her seat. She picked up the small sea salt cake with a fork. As soon as she took a bite, the silky and dense cream bloomed on the tip of her tongue. Before she had time to enjoy it, she heard her brother say, "Then we have a deal. Xiaoman will wait for me at school tomorrow. I will be there on time."
Song Shuang suddenly felt bored.
Damn, this cake is just a name, it doesn't taste good at all.
The next day, Song Shuang walked into the classroom on time, looking exhausted.
Jiang Qing was concentrating on reciting classical Chinese. When he looked up, he saw her pale face. He immediately put down the book and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you? Did you have a stomachache from yesterday?"
The barbecue they ate yesterday should have been very clean. When her father tasted the leftover skewers, he praised them for being delicious. There shouldn't be any problem.
Song Shuang waved his hands weakly, "Don't mention it, today is my day of suffering."
Jiang Qing immediately understood, oh, that’s okay, today is also her day of suffering.
Song Shuang confided dejectedly: "My brother is coming today."
The two of them were both wanderers in this world, and Jiang Qing comforted her, "It's okay. Your grades haven't fluctuated much anyway. Your brother should have gotten used to it a long time ago. Just bear with it."
Song Shuang: ???
No, how can you talk like that? Are you trying to comfort me or hurt me?
Seeing Song Shuang cheer up in an instant, Jiang Qing breathed a sigh of relief. She still liked Song Shuang, who was so angry when his tail was stepped on.
She glanced at Lin Nanyan who was doing homework beside her and sighed. It was better to be a top student. She didn't have to worry about parent-teacher meetings. Even if the parents came, they would only hear praises.
Lin Nanyan noticed Jiang Qing's gaze and thought of something. He stopped what he was doing, then took out a thick stack of exercises from his bulging schoolbag and placed it in front of Jiang Qing.
Jiang Qing looked at the exercises, then at Lin Nanyan, confused by his behavior.
She reached out and pulled out a piece of paper from the two-foot-high exercise book, flipped it over briefly, and found that it was completely blank, densely covered with various symbols.
But she was pricked by something, and she quickly withdrew her hand, asking, "...What are you doing?"
Lin Nanyan said seriously, "I went home last night and thought about it carefully, wondering why you had that dream."
The warm morning sunlight shone through the glass onto the boy's face, staining it orange. He said seriously, "I think this is because I didn't give you enough sense of security."
Jiang Qing agreed very much. You will run away without saying a word in the future. Of course I will feel insecure. You should really reflect on yourself.
"So I've prepared for you all the joint exams, monthly exams, and classroom exams from your freshman year to now, with reference to the relevant test papers."
Jiang Qing nodded halfway when her head got stuck stiffly in mid-air, unable to move up or down.
No, may I ask, is there any connection between the two?
Lin Nanyan faced Jiang Qing's puzzled gaze and explained, "Psychologically speaking, if a person lacks a sense of security, it's probably because the anchor point of connection is insufficient. Specifically, this means that the connection between us is not enough to give you a sense of security."
Jiang Qing looked at Lin Nanyan who was speaking clearly and logically, and she listened patiently. So what?
Lin Nanyan: "I thought about how to strengthen the connection between us."
There are two ways to enhance the connection between two people: quality and quantity. But no matter which method is used, time is the most critical thing.
He believes that if they want to extend the time they spend together, the best way is to study together, because from now on, about 70% to 80% of their lives, apart from sleeping and eating, will be spent on study.
"Of course it's studying. In the future, I will appropriately increase the time we spend studying together. I will give you questions, and you can ask me questions at any time. I will answer them." Lin Nanyan said righteously, the light shining on his face, blurring his outline.
Jiang Qing: !!! What a righteous light!
Her gaze fell on the boy's fair skin, which was slightly blue due to fatigue. "...So this is what you came up with after staying up late at night?"
Jiang Qing asked in disbelief. Every time this happened, she felt that there was a world of difference between her and Lin Nanyan's thinking.
Maybe this is what a top student is like. No matter what happens, in the end, he can always attribute it to studying.
Lin Nanyan nodded reservedly.
Jiang Qing: "As long as you are happy."
Although this result was unexpected for her, everything that happened was beneficial to me and it was good that it could improve my academic performance.
She happily accepted the half-high stack of test papers given by Lin Nanyan.
Although the thickness looks terrifying, it doesn't matter. She can finish it by writing one sheet at a time.
The two reached a consensus, and both sides agreed to start racing against time to study.
Soon the two classes ended and the bell for recess rang. They started going downstairs to run exercises, shouting shameful slogans as they ran.
However, if one person shouts this slogan, it is shameful; if a group of people shout it, it is childish; if the whole school shouts it, it is passionate.
Jiang Qing's throat was so infected that it was about to split.
After finishing her morning exercises, she took the lemonade handed to her by Lin Nanyan and just took a sip to moisten her throat when she saw someone suddenly appear in her sight. She didn't pay attention for a moment, and the water in her mouth went astray. She bent over and coughed so hard that her heart and lungs were about to come out.
Jiang Shanhai, who was walking over here, saw his daughter's condition and hurried over. He patted Jiang Qing on the back and whispered in disdain, "You are really promising. You can even choke when drinking water. Drink slowly."
Jiang Qing was choked to the point of tears glistening in her eyes, but she still managed to raise her head and accuse her father: "T-Tell me, ahem, who is that?"
Jiang Shanhai pretended not to understand: "Your mother, who else could it be?"
Jiang Qing looked at Ms. Wang Hong, an activist who was busy socializing with other parents with her back to her. She was shocked: "Comrade Jiang, are you so self-righteous now?"
Jiang Shanhai felt guilty, but quickly straightened his chest. "I didn't tell your mother this. Song Shuang's mother called to thank you for inviting her to the party, and then she casually mentioned today's parents' meeting while chatting."
What a good chat, what a casual talk, what a casual remark.
Jiang Qing was heartbroken and couldn't believe it. No matter how careful she was, she still couldn't prevent the evil she had done.
Jiang Shanhai looked up and down, but not at Jiang Qing: "Your mother said that Nan Nan's parents didn't come, so she came to attend the meeting on Nan Nan's behalf."
Lin Nanyan was patting the girl's back to help her calm down, but when he heard this, he paused, and his slightly drooping eyelashes concealed all the changes. Before anyone knew it, he quickly returned to normal.
Jiang Qing questioned: "What about you? Just say you're here. You can also hold a meeting for one or two people."
Although she had previously mentioned asking her mother to call a meeting for Lin Nanyan, wasn't that because her mind was bewitched for a while? She hadn't expected her father to be able to do the work of two people alone. After all, there was no requirement for the number of people at the parent-teacher meeting, so someone would be enough.
Jiang Shanhai was silent for a moment. "I said I'd come, but you know your mother. When she heard that it was a meeting for Nan Nan, she was so happy that I couldn't stop her."
Jiang Qing was furious: "Damn it! Who on earth gave Ms. Wang this habit of liking to hear flattery?!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shanhai and Lin Nanyan's eyes unconsciously glanced at Jiang Qing.
Jiang Qing noticed this and said, "Why are you looking at me? I'm going to die today."
The wind blew two sad noodles out of her eyes, and everything that happened was not good for her.
Lin Nanyan looked at Jiang Qing's wrinkled face and funny expression, and couldn't help but laugh.
Jiang Qing immediately turned around and accused: "You're the one who spoiled me!"
Lin Nanyan subconsciously wanted to say something, but when he thought of what happened yesterday, he silently repeated "sense of security" and "sense of security" and quickly stopped himself from blurting out the words.
"It was my fault."
"It's you..." Jiang Qing was about to retort without thinking, but after hearing what Lin Nanyan said, she forced herself to hold it back.
She muttered, "That's good to know."
She was so sad that she didn't even have the time to think about whether Lin Nanyan was setting a big trap for her again by being so well behaved this time.
Just when Jiang Qing was worried, a classmate came over and called her, saying that the biology teacher wanted to talk to her about something.
Jiang Qing: ???
She bravely faced Jiang Shanhai's suspicious gaze and said something that gradually faded away: "It should be my turn on duty today."
Watching his daughter's back shrink as she ran away, Jiang Shanhai turned and asked Lin Nanyan, "Is your duty also under the supervision of the biology teacher?"
When did the biology teacher become so powerful? This wasn't something the subject teacher was responsible for, he knew this common sense.
Lin Nanyan held the unfinished lemonade Jiang Qing had pushed into his mouth. Upon hearing this, he clenched the cup with his fingertips, "...sometimes I do take care of things."
Teacher's office.
Jiang Qing walked up to the biology teacher, Li Dongming, and asked nervously, "Teacher, are you looking for me?"
To be honest, she really didn't know what the biology teacher wanted to talk to her about.
After thinking about it all the way, she felt that she had not done anything wrong. She had written the test paper carefully and answered the questions carefully. What else could she have overlooked that had caught her?
Li Dongming, who was sorting out the papers with his head down, looked up when he heard the voice. "The paper you handed in today was accidentally wet by someone else, and the handwriting is hard to read. I printed a blank paper here, please do it again."
Jiang Qing's heart suddenly settled down. It turned out that it was not her problem. That was good.
But after hearing the second half of the sentence, she was stunned: "Do it again?"
God, do you know how long I spent flipping through books, doing papers, and staying up late before I finished writing this yesterday?
Jiang Qing was furious and incompetent. Why can't you put the water in a proper place?!
Huh? Speak up! Don't think I won't know you spilled the water if you don't speak up. And blame it on someone else? Damn it, someone else.
Are your eyes just there for show? Huh!? Speak up, don't be silent!
"What? You don't want to?" Perhaps sensing Jiang Qing's unconcealed resentment, Li Dongming said dissatisfiedly: "A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. Every time you do it, your memory will be deeper, and your learning will be more solid. This is all for your own good. You are not learning for me..." blah blah.
"No, no, I'm willing. I'll go back and rewrite it." Jiang Qing's eyes were curled up like mosquito coils, and she nodded hurriedly, fearing that the teacher could not feel her sincerity. "Stop nagging, please."
Buzz buzz buzz, for a long while, Li Dongming said enough was enough, and let Jiang Qing go back reluctantly.
Chen Heng watched the girl walk away with a look of despair on her face. He narrowed his eyes slightly, leaned against the partition glass, and fiddled with a wooden puppy back and forth.
Chen Yongtian, who was sitting in a corner of the office, looked at a stack of documents in his hand. He flipped through them but couldn't find any highlights. He looked up at the boy with a rebellious and daydreaming look on his face, and thought of the red seal in the documents. He sighed helplessly in his heart. Here came a troublemaker, and he was a troublemaker who could not be refused.
But he didn't show it on his face. He put down the information and put on a kind smile: "Welcome, classmate Chen Heng."
"Teacher Chen." Chen Heng suddenly spoke.
Chen Yongtian was startled by what he said. Although the boy kept calling him teacher, which sounded very respectful at first glance, one could hear the joking and indifference in his words when listening carefully.
But he could only pretend not to feel it and put on a teacher's airs: "Is there something wrong, classmate Chen Heng?"
Chen Heng: "Which class is that student from?"
Chen Yongtian glanced in the direction the boy pointed. He didn't pay attention to what happened before, because it was not uncommon for teachers to lecture students and it was not worth paying attention to.
In their school, the teacher's seat was largely marked with the class number. He didn't pay attention and glanced over to where Li Dongming was drinking water from a thermos. He glanced at him, lowered his head again to sort out the incoming materials, and said casually, "He's from Class 9, Grade 2. What do you want to see him about?"
"Oh, it's okay." Chen Heng retracted his gaze: "I just want to ask Teacher Chen to help me transfer to Class 9."
Chen Yongtian's smile was forced on his face. He remembered the information he had just read, which clearly stated that he was assigned to Class 3. He said, "I'm afraid that won't work."
Putting the wooden puppy back on Chen Yongtian's desk, Chen Heng praised it without hesitation: "This puppy is quite cute."
He turned around and said, "Call the head teacher, she will agree."
Chen Yongtian looked at him for a long time before he stood up and made a phone call. It was unknown what was said on the other end of the line.
After hanging up the phone, he took out a square seal from the drawer, dipped it in ink, and stamped a bright red mark on Chen Heng's information.
Twenty minutes later, Chen Heng walked out of the office, carrying the signed transfer documents.
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