Wanqiu realized for the first time that one could have many, many homes, and could buy many, many houses.
It's not just big houses in the countryside; there are also many small houses in the city.
Their other home is in a multi-story building with stairs.
Chu Yigui seemed to notice that Wan Qiu didn't understand the elevator, so he patiently taught Wan Qiu how to use it.
Elevators were also a novelty for Wanqiu, as she no longer had to climb stairs.
If I had lived in an apartment building with an elevator, moving beer bottles wouldn't have been so difficult.
This house has two floors. It's not a big house, but it has everything you need.
The decor is beautiful, the windows are large, and the light shining into the room is very bright.
Chu Yigui's room is opposite Wanqiu's; if both doors are open, it's easy to see directly into each other's rooms.
Wanqiu's tricycle was parked in the underground garage, occupying a parking space.
"I don't think there's anything here that needs to be added?" Yang Xiaoyu sat on the sofa and looked around.
She rarely comes here, or rather, almost never. To her, this place is at best just a student dormitory.
They usually hire a nanny to cook at home, but she doesn't live there.
Wanqiu searched around but couldn't find her parents' room.
The house was empty except for a single double bed.
Don't Mom and Dad live here?
The word "boarding school" came to Wan Qiu's mind.
So is it actually the same as living in a dormitory now?
"Bring some of my clothes and Chu Jianshu's clothes with you too. We might come here to stay often in the future."
Yang Xiaoyu's mutterings were overheard by Wan Qiu, who had been somewhat conflicted, and his unease subsided a little.
"Yi Gui, I'll have to trouble you to take care of Wan Qiu in the meantime." Yang Xiaoyu had always trusted Chu Yi Gui completely and didn't think there was anything wrong with making such a request.
"Don't worry, Mom," Chu Yigui replied.
Wan Qiu vaguely realized that she would be living at school with Chu Yigui for the time being.
This completely dispelled Wanqiu's concerns.
As long as his family is around, Wanqiu has nothing to worry about.
To help Wan Qiu get acquainted with the place, Yang Xiaoyu stayed in the house for a few days.
Chu Jianshu and Yang Ze would also eat here in the evenings, but they would not stay overnight.
Every time Wanqiu saw everyone eating together in a neat and orderly manner, it was just like being at home.
During this period, Wanqiu would ride his tricycle around the area.
Unlike the urban villages that Wan Qiu remembered, this place is surrounded by beautiful shops, with bright and attractive lights at night, a park that isn't so bare, and a large square.
Moreover, it's very close to the school.
It takes twenty minutes to walk, but it's much faster to ride a tricycle.
The day Wanqiu was to go to school finally arrived.
He said goodbye to Yang Xiaoyu, who had been following him, at the school gate. Before leaving, Yang Xiaoyu gave him a tight hug.
"Go for it, baby!" Yang Xiaoyu straightened Wan Qiu's school uniform. "Go for it, you super cool baby!"
Wan Qiu lowered his head and quietly tugged at the hem of his oversized school uniform with both hands.
He didn't see himself as good-looking as Chu Yigui in the mirror.
But when Wanqiu put on the brand-new school uniform, she realized that she was already back in school.
Chu Yigui led Wan Qiu to the entrance of the primary school.
"Brother, do you remember where I am?" Chu Yigui asked.
Wan Qiu nodded.
"You can text me if you need anything. Make sure your phone is muted or turned off during class, okay?"
Chu Yigui's instructions were not urgent; he didn't want to burden Wan Qiu any further.
"Mm." Wan Qiu nodded.
Chu Yigui asked, "Did you sleep well last night, brother?"
"Mm." Wan Qiu nodded.
"Will my brother eat lunch with me or with his classmates?"
Wanqiu was unable to make a decision for the time being.
Chu Yigui did not want to put Wan Qiu in a difficult position, but said, "Just send me a message when it's lunchtime, brother."
Wan Qiu nodded.
When Wan Qiu entered the primary school building, he knew that Chu Yigui had been watching him.
Her initial anxiety seemed to subside because of Chu Yigui's gaze.
He will not face any ferocious beasts.
Wan Qiu closed his eyes, and it seemed as if he could still hear the laughter and chatter of Chu Yigui's friends around him.
He can live a good life too.
This time, he has his younger brother as a role model.
Wan Qiu followed his homeroom teacher into the classroom.
After the homeroom teacher brought him in, he immediately found him a seat.
Wan Qiu remembered the self-introductions he had seen when he was in school, where he would say his name and his hobbies in front of all his classmates.
Wan Qiu was very nervous because of this, and quietly wrote a few drafts.
What kind of self-introduction can make me sound like I have something in common with everyone, and what can I say to win the goodwill of my classmates?
However, Wan Qiu did not introduce himself on the podium, and his draft paper was left unused.
Wan Qiu was assigned a seat near the wall, and he was paired with a girl as his deskmate.
Wan Qiu hadn't sat at the same table with anyone for a very long time, and the sudden appearance of someone next to him made him stiffen up.
The girl was also secretly observing Wanqiu, and Wanqiu noticed it too.
If the teacher hadn't come, Wan Qiu would have secretly sized up the girl to figure out what she wanted him to do.
Wanqiu transferred here quite late, just before the middle of the second semester.
Wanqiu went straight to the second semester of fifth grade, and he was very familiar with the courses he had studied before.
Not only did the previous teachers teach it, but Chu Yigui and Jiang Chengfeng also taught it.
Wan Qiu looked at the book, and the teacher's voice was loud, leading the students.
Wan Qiu realized that the content of the lecture was not actually that difficult.
Wanqiu takes notes and thinks along with the teacher.
They can even answer the teacher's questions.
I used to always sit in a corner, and the time I spent at school seemed shrouded in a hazy mist, making it hard to see clearly.
Now everything is clear.
You can hear the rustling sound of classmates taking notes nearby, see every note the teacher writes, and even make eye contact with the teacher.
Class time actually passes very quickly.
"What's your name?" As soon as get out of class ended, the atmosphere in the entire elementary school classroom became lively as always, and standing next to his desk was a boy.
The boy wasn't very tall, about the same height as Wan Qiu, and had a very youthful face.
"My name is Wan Qiu," Wan Qiu said.
"Huh? Wanqiu? Isn't it Chu Wanqiu?" The boy was somewhat surprised.
Wan Qiu said again, "My name is Chu Wan Qiu."
"That's you! My name is Fu Zhengyu. Brother Li Shuo asked me to show you around." Fu Zhengyu smiled at Wan Qiu. "Let's be friends!"
For Wanqiu, this was truly amazing.
It's because of my younger brother's friend.
Friends can become friends.
Although Wanqiu was a little shy, she felt a greater sense of intimacy with Zhengyu.
Fu Zhengyu is a very talkative guy who keeps talking to Wan Qiu.
During several breaks between classes, he would come to talk to Wan Qiu, and Wan Qiu would spend the entire ten-minute break talking to Fu Zhengyu.
Wanqiu's deskmate had barely spoken two words to her, and Wanqiu herself didn't know how to initiate conversations with others.
But because of Fu Zhengyu, it doesn't seem so difficult to face anymore.
During lunchtime, Fu Zhengyu dragged Wan Qiu to the restaurant, and together they rushed towards Li Shuo's small group.
Li Shuo reached out and put his arm around Wan Qiu's shoulder, making Wan Qiu sit next to him.
After finding Wan Qiu in the restaurant, Chu Yigui took the initiative to sit down next to Wan Qiu.
All the tables in the restaurant were occupied by familiar faces.
Wan Qiu noticed the occasional glances from groups of classmates around him.
He was no longer alone, but among a group of people.
Li Shuo would give some meat from his bowl to Wan Qiufen, telling him to eat it and get fat, otherwise he would fly away before anyone else could lift a finger in a fight.
Fu Zhengyu, who was standing to the side, even exchanged dishes with Wan Qiu.
Wan Qiu sat stiffly in the crowd.
This stiffness was not due to embarrassment or fear.
Rather, it was an inexpressible eagerness to immerse himself in this joyful environment.
Wan Qiu no longer received special attention from Chu Yigui, but Chu Yigui remained by his side.
He seemed to have become just an ordinary member of this small group.
The elementary school students finish one or two classes earlier than the junior high school students, and Wan Qiu would wait for them on the school playground.
During this time, Fu Zhengyu stayed with Wan Qiu and taught him how to play basketball whenever he had free time.
After practicing for several days, Wan Qiu finally managed to learn how to dribble.
Even dribbling the ball is difficult.
Fu Zhengyu kept saying that Wan Qiu didn't have the talent to play basketball.
Wan Qiu also felt that he wasn't very smart when it came to anything involving skills.
But learning is not boring.
Fu Zhengyu is a very good basketball player; even Wan Qiu can see that.
He always managed to stand out among a group of classmates of similar height, consistently putting the basketball into the hoop.
Very handsome.
When Chu Yigui gets out of school, Wan Qiu will go with Chu Yigui and Chu Yigui's friends.
It wasn't just Li Shuo, there were others too.
They would occasionally buy some snacks together and share them.
Wanqiu has also learned to carry a little money with him, although so far he has only shared snacks but has never had the opportunity to treat others to snacks.
Wan Qiu looked forward to the day when he could buy snacks and naturally hand them to others.
It will definitely be a very happy thing.
Wan Qiu lay on the bed and laughed out loud.
The laughter sounded somewhat abrupt in the quiet of the night, and Wan Qiu immediately covered his mouth.
She inexplicably sat up and drew back the curtains, letting the bright light from outside illuminate Wanqiu's bedroom.
Like scattered stars, Wanqiu seemed to live in a galaxy of happy stars in her new life.
He has been at school for a week now.
Wow……
He has been in school for a week now.
Wan Qiu hugged his legs and curled up on the windowsill, his toes curling excitedly together, his feet stomping up and down as if he were riding a tricycle to school.
There was no bullying, no pain, and lots of people to talk to.
He could understand the lessons, and he even felt that he could get good grades in the upcoming midterm exams.
Wanqiu once thought she was already very happy.
But they never imagined that happiness could come in an endless stream.
It's like a stream that never runs dry.
It became the source of his life.
I'll see Zhou Peiyu tomorrow, right?
You must tell Zhou Peiyu about his new friend and new school.
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Wanqiu is about to face his first midterm exam at his new school. Jiang Chengfeng plans to tutor Wanqiu on the fifth-grade curriculum, but as a special education student, he really doesn't know what the key points of elementary school exams are.
While he was considering asking an elementary school teacher he knew for a set of fifth-grade questions, Chu Yigui gave him some materials instead.
This is a summary of the fifth-grade exam content compiled by Chu Yigui himself.
If you insist that the fifth-grade questions don't have any key points, they are just basic ideas and conventional methods.
However, Chu Yigui, based on his past experience in setting exam questions, gave a rough idea of what kind of questions would be asked.
Jiang Chengfeng glanced at it and asked, "Chu Yigui, what's your ranking in the grade in each exam?"
Chu Yigui said, "It's number one."
"Is that really the case?" Jiang Chengfeng said with emotion. "I've always thought you were a smart kid, but you can't be smart in every aspect, can you?"
Chu Yigui, however, did not feel praised at all. Instead, he said, "There are methods to all learning, and there are patterns to all problems. That's how education is now."
Jiang Chengfeng's expression was complicated.
He even suspected that Chu Yigui's words were a mockery of the current education system.
"Looking at you, I even wonder if I'm not suited to be a teacher." Jiang Chengfeng placed the documents on the table.
Wanqiu reached out and grabbed it to look at it.
Chu Yigui's writing is mostly handwritten, and his handwriting is as beautiful as ever, creating a very comfortable visual effect.
"Yi Gui, when you and Wan Qiu go home together after class, do you ever take Wan Qiu to other places for a stroll?" Jiang Chengfeng asked.
Chu Yigui asked, "If there's a place you'd like to go, brother..."
Jiang Chengfeng was speechless for a moment, then finally sighed.
He eventually set his sights on Wan Qiu.
Wanqiu has changed a lot.
When he first met Wanqiu, it was as if he were holding a round egg. He witnessed Wanqiu trying his best to use his soft beak to crack the eggshell and gradually pull himself out of the hard shell.
Standing in the air, standing in the sunlight, having shaken off the moisture, it gradually reveals its soft down.
Open your eyes, leap into an unfamiliar world, and explore everything.
But Chu Yigui was different.
Chu Yigui, from beginning to end, was like a brilliant raw stone that needed no carving.
It's because he didn't actively try to change.
Or is it already so excellent that there's no need for further change?
Wan Qiu reviewed the materials summarized by Chu Yigui.
When the exam papers were handed out on the day of the exam, Wan Qiu was dumbfounded when he saw the questions.
Wan Qiu glanced through the exam paper and found that the questions largely overlapped with Chu Yigui's predictions.
Wan Qiu usually remembers things very well that require rote memorization. For questions that require flexibility, Chu Yigui provides the materials, and the rest depends entirely on Wan Qiu's usual accumulation and performance.
When Wan Qiu wrote the title, it was smoother than ever before, and he didn't get stuck very often.
Wan Qiu, who was focused on doing the problem, vaguely noticed that his chair seemed to be vibrating.
It felt like something was poking his back.
It seemed like something hit him.
Unable to concentrate, Wanqiu became completely absorbed in writing the questions.
Wanqiu was still in a daze after the exam.
"How did your exam go?" Fu Zhengyu ran to Wan Qiu's side as soon as he finished the exam.
Wan Qiu blinked.
Wanqiu lowered his head.
Wanqiu was bewildered.
"How did it go? Did you fail the exam?" Fu Zhengyu bent down and tilted his head to see what expression Wan Qiu was wearing with her head down.
"I think I wrote very well?" Wan Qiu himself couldn't be sure if he really did well on the test.
incredible.
Wan Qiu, who always ranked last in exams and even almost always submitted blank papers, could hardly believe that one day she could write the paper so smoothly.
Although Jiang Chengfeng did well on his test, those questions were only for first and second graders.
As someone who is about to enter sixth grade, Wan Qiu is able to do quite well.
“Isn’t it great that you wrote well?” Fu Zhengyu looked dejected. “I left half the test blank. I can already imagine the mixed doubles beating I’ll get when I get home from the parent-teacher conference.”
Wan Qiu was taken aback. Mixed doubles?
"Writing a lot doesn't necessarily mean you'll do well on tests. How can you expect to get good grades if you hang out with bad classmates?"
Suddenly, the boy sitting behind Wan Qiu, who hadn't spoken much to her, interjected coolly into their conversation.
Wan Qiu was taken aback and turned to look at the boy sitting behind him.
The boy was a bit taller than Wan Qiu. His school uniform was unzipped, and he was swaying back and forth on his stool, pouting as if he didn't care about what they were saying.
Fu Zhengyu also heard what the boy said, and suddenly stepped to the boy's seat.
"What did you just say?" Fu Zhengyu's expression was undeniably fierce, and his rising voice instantly attracted the attention of the other students who were packing their schoolbags.
"That's true. You always rank last in the class in exams, and you love to fight."
Although the boy was clearly deflated when facing Fu Zhengyu, he still stubbornly insisted on talking back.
"You're still hanging out with older delinquents; you're all delinquents."
After the boy finished speaking, Fu Zhengyu suddenly kicked the boy's chair hard.
The boy's legs were still resting on the table, but Fu Zhengyu was quite strong, and the boy lost his balance and fell to one side.
The stool tipped over, and the boy sat on the ground.
The boy was stunned, and his disheveled appearance was quite comical.
Wan Qiu stood there dumbfounded.
"You...you..." The boy stammered, immediately turning over to get up from the ground, unable to contain his anger.
Other students, both boys and girls, had already gathered around.
"Why did you hit someone?" a classmate accused Fu Zhengyu.
“He deserves it, serves him right for his foul mouth.” Fu Zhengyu retorted almost without hesitation.
"Hitting someone is wrong."
"I'm going to tell the teacher."
The boy, who was still clenching his fists in anger, became less aggressive when he saw that everyone around him was on his side.
Wanqiu, who had never experienced anything like this before, was at a loss.
"You're all in cahoots!" Fu Zhengyu, enraged by the accusations from the group, kicked the chair hard again.
Several students screamed, and a few girls even took several steps back.
The other boys seemed to think that Fu Zhengyu was going to cause trouble, and they came forward to stop him.
Someone went out and ran to the office to find the teacher.
Amidst the chaos, Wan Qiu pulled Fu Zhengyu back.
He grabbed Fu Zhengyu's wrist and held it tightly.
He couldn't distinguish right from wrong; he just wanted to hold onto his friend.
Wan Qiu and Fu Zhengyu were unable to go to the playground to wait for the junior high students to finish school because of the sudden disturbance. They had already finished their exams and could have gone home.
They stood together in the homeroom teacher's office.
The homeroom teacher was a middle-aged woman with curly hair tied back, wearing glasses, and short stature.
When asked about what happened, Wan Qiu and Fu Zhengyu stood together, still looking bewildered.
Wan Qiu had seen male classmates fight before.
But usually, when things get to this point, Wanqiu will immediately dodge.
Because they were afraid that the pain would affect them.
But this time he didn't run away.
Even though the familiar yet complicated and unhappy atmosphere surrounded him, Wan Qiu had no intention of leaving.
Because Fu Zhengyu is still here.
After inquiring about what had happened, the homeroom teacher rubbed his temples.
"Fu Zhengyu started it!" the boy said, pointing at Fu Zhengyu. "Chu Wanqiu was in cahoots with him too."
Since standing in front of the homeroom teacher, Fu Zhengyu has kept his neck stiff and hasn't said a word.
The homeroom teacher, knowing the whole story, first said to the boy, "You can't say your classmate is a bad classmate, and the results haven't even come out yet, how can you say Chu Wanqiu's grades are bad?"
The boy seemed to realize something, a hint of guilt flashed in his eyes, and he pursed his lips without saying a word.
“Fu Zhengyu, you were wrong too. No matter what, you shouldn’t have hit someone.” The homeroom teacher sighed.
"I didn't hit him at all. I just kicked his chair, and he fell to the ground on his own," Fu Zhengyu said, his face flushed.
“No matter what, hitting your classmate is wrong. You should never resort to violence, no matter what.” The homeroom teacher said as she flipped through the students’ files. “I will notify your parents about this matter separately.”
Fu Zhengyu was taken aback, then suddenly became angry: "It's his foul mouth that's the problem."
"How dare you speak like that?" The homeroom teacher's face immediately darkened.
Fu Zhengyu was furious and turned to look at Wan Qiu, who hadn't said a word from beginning to end.
"Why are you looking at Chu Wanqiu?" the homeroom teacher said coolly. "Chu Wanqiu, tell me yourself, is hitting someone the right thing to do?"
Wanqiu didn't know.
What is happening now is far beyond Wanqiu's comprehension.
Wan Qiu held Fu Zhengyu's hand tightly the whole time. The sight of the two boys holding hands actually calmed Fu Zhengyu down a bit.
"Say something?" Wan Qiu's silence made the homeroom teacher frown.
Wanqiu's eyelashes trembled slightly.
Finally, he looked at the boy in the seat behind him: "Why did you say that?"
The boy didn't speak to Wan Qiu either, turning his head away without saying a word.
The homeroom teacher also knew that this chaotic situation was the result of carelessness and excessive temper.
In the end, all I could say was, "You two should apologize to each other. Wanqiu, you should apologize first."
Normally, Wanqiu might listen to his teacher.
But this time Wanqiu hesitated.
Fu Zhengyu gripped his hand tightly, his grip throbbing with pain.
"We did nothing wrong!" Fu Zhengyu directly blocked Wan Qiu's path, pulling at Wan Qiu to prevent her from apologizing.
Wan Qiu, unusually stubborn, asked the boy a question.
"My friend hit you because you said those things, so why did you say those things?"
That's not a good thing.
Even though it was light and airy, it carried malice.
Wanqiu couldn't get an answer from the boy who refused to look at him.
Clearly, neither side was willing to admit defeat, so the homeroom teacher eventually called their parents directly.
Fu Zhengyu was visibly nervous when the homeroom teacher made the phone call.
The hand holding Wanqiu's was sweating.
Wanqiu saw malice.
It wasn't just the other person, but also his friends.
He didn't know why.
Is it because of him?
Wanqiu tried hard to understand the current situation, but found that he understood nothing.
Like stepping on a floor covered in shattered beer bottles, a piercing anxiety shot straight from the soles of my feet to my heart.
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