Cleanup
At the end of the video, the little duck cleverly adjusted his bow tie and bowed gracefully before leaving the stage.
To prevent the electronic screens from reflecting light, all the window curtains were drawn.
At this moment, Li Wenxiu saw a group of silent students in the dim light.
He tilted his head back and acted dazed.
She walked down from the podium and opened the curtains. The sunlight suddenly came in, and Li Wenxiu stretched out her hand to block the light.
In this dazzling light, she suddenly thought of someone.
Someone completely different from her.
That was a girl, a minor.
The girl and Li Wenxiu were elementary school classmates, but they had never spoken a word to each other.
The girl was often dirty and had black nails, but these were not the main reasons why she was isolated and became the subject of class talk.
In that dusty era, no child could go to school or return home cleanly.
The girl is not sociable because of her IQ, or more accurately, her grades.
While all the children could learn addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, she just couldn't figure it out and had to count on her fingers one by one.
The teacher was so angry that she scolded her for being the dumbest one in the class, and the classmates who tried to teach her were so angry that they quickly gave up.
No one has the patience to teach a piece of stubborn person who is slow to learn, so naturally, she was abandoned and forgotten in a corner.
Moreover, she later developed a reputation as a thief.
Who started it? Li Wenxiu had forgotten.
She only remembered how she kept her distance from girls and the look she gave her when she saw the girl stealing the eraser from her pencil case, dark and silent.
The two looked at each other, and the girl quickly put the eraser into her pocket.
Li Wenxiu didn't say anything.
It's like two parallel lines, intersecting briefly and then returning to their own tracks.
Li Wenxiu went to school as usual and entered junior high school. One day, she heard news about a girl from her classmates.
She dropped out of school.
Then she heard that the girl became pregnant, got married, and had a child.
It is incredible that this series of events happened within just three years of her junior high school.
It was as if she had unexpectedly touched upon another strange world. Li Wenxiu was a little dazed, but most of her time for thinking was filled with increasingly heavy schoolwork.
Her mind was full of worries about the upcoming high school entrance exam and whether she could get into a key high school.
Until one day, on the eve of the high school entrance examination, she rode her bicycle back to the village to get her examination supplies.
Passing by the gate of a village house where a large crowd of people were gathered, Li Wenxiu was squeezed so hard that she had to brake and prepare to slowly squeeze past.
She listened to the villagers who came to pay their tributes, chatting with each other and secretly comparing their children's academic performance, until a certain word appeared -
The girl died.
Before her child turned one year old.
Died of a sudden illness.
Everyone says so.
As Li Wenxiu staggered away on her bicycle, she looked back for the last time.
On the bright red gate, large white flowers tied with white cloth swayed in the wind.
To this day, Li Wenxiu has forgotten the girl's name and appearance, but only the large cluster of white artificial flowers blooms brilliantly in her heart.
She lowered her hands from her eyes, walked up to the podium, and looked down at the audience.
These young and immature faces reveal their ignorance and their lack of awareness of the seriousness of the matter.
"Come, class representative, pass out the homework books. Students who made mistakes should copy them down." She said.
Ye Meiyan stepped forward and distributed the papers according to the names on the notebook.
For a moment, the rustling sound of flipping papers replaced the previous empty atmosphere.
"This problem is a typical derivative problem. Let's draw a graph to illustrate..."
Li Wenxiu continued with today's original lesson with a normal expression, ignoring the students below who were restlessly whispering.
Song Shuang was shocked by the new knowledge. Before he could come to his senses, he noticed his deskmate pulling his clothes.
She looked over in a daze and saw Jiang Fan giving her a thumbs up.
"You guys are awesome!" he said.
Song Shuang immediately woke up, remembered everything that had just happened, and stood with his hands on his hips proudly: "Of course."
Who made her have such an amazing best friend?
She turned and looked at Jiang Qing, her eyes twinkling with stars.
"Jiang Jiang, you were so cool just now!"
Jiang Qing raised her head.
"Everyone was stunned when you spoke!"
Jiang Qing straightened her back.
"You are so smart, brave and amazing."
Jiang Qing raised the corners of her mouth.
Lin Nanyan watched as the girl next to him suddenly stopped shaking her hands, her eyes stopped red, and her mouth was almost raised to the sky.
He smiled and reminded, "Don't forget to finish."
Jiang Qing glanced at him sideways and said, "I won't forget it."
"What ending?" Song Shuang asked in confusion when he saw the two of them playing charades.
Jiang Qing: "This matter started with Yang Tianhua, so of course he should end it."
Although the classmates' attention shifted from Song Shuang to her and Lin Nanyan, and then to the video played by Teacher Li, Song Shuang's matter was not over.
That evening after school, Jiang Qing and her group blocked the door with bags of snacks.
I handed out snacks to the students as they left the house, and said with a smile, "Thank you so much for your help."
The students' originally reluctant expressions instantly became more cheerful, and after a few attempts at refusing, they finally accepted it.
After sending the last classmate off, Jiang Qing's face was almost frozen with smile, and she was doing the smiling face exercise on the spot.
Song Shuang leaned against the wall and slid to the ground.
"They are clearly spreading bad things about me behind my back, but I still have to put on a smile and give them snacks one by one. Why do I owe them so much?" she murmured to herself.
Jiang Qing pulled a cheeky face and asked incoherently while moving around: "If you knew gossip about a classmate in our class, would you tell me?"
"Of course..." Song Shuang reacted in time and stopped talking, saying stubbornly, "That's different."
Jiang Qing glanced at her: "Tell me more about it."
Song Shuang said confidently, "You are not someone else, you are my best friend, and you are very tight-lipped. You won't spread rumors casually."
"Well," Jiang Qing tilted her head, "I'm glad that you think so highly of me."
"Is it possible—" she blinked, "that some of you 'them' think the same way?"
Song Shuang was speechless.
Ye Meiyan waited until the two of them finished arguing before speaking: "We can't tell which students acted unintentionally and which did so maliciously, so we can only treat them all equally. And the most important thing right now is to minimize the impact of this incident. This is the fastest way."
"Okay." Coaxed by the two, Song Shuang pretended to agree reluctantly.
"The total is one hundred and sixty-three yuan." Lin Nanyan cleaned up the table and put it back in its place. He looked at the name and bill he had written down and said.
"Very good." Jiang Qing took the bill, glanced at it sinisterly, and slammed it on Yang Tianhua's desk angrily.
"to reimburse!"
Yang Tianhua was sitting there holding his schoolbag when he was so frightened that his books fell all over the floor.
Song Shuang tapped the table with his fingertips and said angrily, "Look carefully, how much money each person spent is clearly written there. I didn't cheat you out of a single cent."
She squinted her eyes, hinting at something.
"We are not like someone whose conscience has been eaten by a dog."
Yang Tianhua didn't dare to look into Song Shuang's eyes. He mumbled in a mosquito-like voice, "I'm sorry."
He pulled out a crumpled ball of RMB from his trouser pocket and said, "This is my living expenses for a week. If it's not enough, I'll pay you back next week."
Song Shuang was stunned.
If the boy still refused to repent, she would have scolded him severely, but she saw him in such a miserable state that he begged every classmate for help all afternoon, asking them to clarify the truth to the people he had spread the news to.
And at this moment, he was a grown boy, but he was curled up on the spot with a pale face like a frightened bird, as if he was bullied by them.
Song Shuang curled his lips unconsciously, picked up Yang Tianhua's book from the ground and flipped through two pages.
"The name is written with quite a personality, why does it look so decadent?"
She dusted it off and handed it back to the man. "Next time, remember to keep your eyes open and stop talking nonsense."
"Thank you, thank you." Yang Tianhua took it, lowered his head and hurried out of the classroom.
Song Shuang turned around and suddenly saw an enlarged smiling face in front of her. She was so scared that she staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"What are you doing?"
Jiang Qing said with a smile: "Why did the person who was complaining just now become soft-hearted now?"
"I, I don't have any," Song Shuang glanced around, "Don't talk nonsense."
Jiang Qing stopped when she saw that she was ahead. "Okay, I was just talking nonsense. Our Song Shuang is the most heartless person."
"But," she changed the subject, "when did you lend that book to Yang Tianhua?"
Why didn't this incident break out at all in the first timeline? Were they kept in the dark, or... is this a new incident?
It is a hurricane brought about by the flapping of her butterfly wings.
Song Shuang frowned when he heard this, "Just last time..."
"The last time Song Shuang and I were talking about the interaction of forces when weapons were used in ancient literary works," Lin Nanyan suddenly interrupted.
Song Shuang was stunned for a moment, then agreed: "Yes, I said at that time that Lin Nanyan must have been wrong."
Jiang Qing: ???
Excuse me, is this still human language? Why can't she understand?
But this strange research direction sounds like the kind of question Song Shuang would ask if he went crazy studying physics.
All in all, it's hard to comment.
She was speechless: "As long as you are happy."
Seeing this, Song Shuang breathed a sigh of relief.
She actually got that book because after Jiang Qing told her about her time travel, she wanted to find some inspiration from novels, so she brought the books from home, which then triggered a series of subsequent events.
No matter how hard you try to trace the source of this matter, you can't trace it back to Jiang Jiang. But I'm afraid Jiang Jiang won't think so after knowing the truth.
"There are a lot of people at the school gate after school in the evening. Should we go there to distribute flyers?" Ye Meiyan asked.
"No, we're not going." Jiang Qing's attention was instantly diverted. She realized she had forgotten something. "We've found the recorder. We don't need to hand out flyers anymore."
"Really? Where did you find it?" Song Shuang asked in surprise.
"Wait a minute, I have another question—" She turned to ask Lin Nanyan, "When will Senior Sister Jiang Qing finish school?"
"The art class has canceled their evening study sessions because the college entrance exam is approaching," Lin Nanyan checked his watch. "Today is Monday, and the last period is a large class. Judging by how long teachers usually keep students in class, the senior should be out of school in ten minutes."
Ten minutes later, Jiang Qing walked out of the school gate, waited at the platform for three minutes, and then got on the bus.
It was the busy evening and the bus was crowded with people.
Jiang Qing was squeezed so hard that she fell headfirst into Lin Nanyue's arms.
Lin Nan extended his hands to protect her head, and planted his feet firmly on the ground, creating a small space for the girl.
Jiang Qing looked up, but a wall of people blocked her view.
She whispered, "Can you see it?"
Lin Nanyan was paying attention to the person in front of him while observing the back out of the corner of his eye.
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