Chapter 18 Rumors
"Master, the porridge you cooked today is so delicious. I can smell it even in the classroom."
The chef who served the food was a man in his fifties. He looked at Wen Zhu and was attracted by the scars on her face. He only took a second look without showing any big expression. However, he still said to her, "It's not that my cooking smells good, it's that you're greedy."
Wen Zhu smiled and said, "That can't be done. I'm just telling the truth. And these steamed buns, I've never seen one so well-risen and so fluffy. I'm drooling just looking at them."
The chef laughed out loud with joy, scooping up the porridge with a large spoon, without any trembling in his hands. He also gave her the biggest steamed bun.
Wen Zhu smiled and took it with both hands, "Thank you, Master. Not only are your cooking delicious, but you are also very generous!"
The classmates around him all looked at him curiously. Wen Zhu was not embarrassed at all. Instead, he made others feel embarrassed and looked away.
Wen Zhu took out the sauerkraut, minced meat, and chili sauce that her mother had stuffed full for her.
She also invited Zhou Xiaoju and two other pretty good classmates to have dinner together. Although everyone was envious, they shyly declined.
These days, people don't have much good food. Wen Zhu brought some meat dishes, which must have been specially prepared by her family to nourish her body. Besides, her injuries haven't healed yet, so how could she feel comfortable sharing some of it? If she did, she would have nothing to eat for the next few days. This was her food for a week.
Seeing that they didn't want to eat, Wen Zhu didn't force them.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. She also put the enamel pot of porridge on a stone step, took the mixed flour steamed buns, picked up some vegetables, and squatted in a circle with everyone else, taking a bite of steamed bun and a mouthful of porridge, feeling so comfortable.
I don’t know if it’s because there’s not enough oil or because studying requires a lot of brainpower, but every bite feels delicious.
Xu Niannian arrived late. She tried to whisper to the chef, "I want thicker porridge."
But anyone nearby can hear it.
The chef glanced at her and said unhappily, "Your meal ticket is only for one liang. I can't make it into two liang even if I flip my hands. Besides, if you want thick porridge, why don't you come earlier? This is all. Eat it if you want, forget it if you don't."
Xu Niannian saw the students around her looking at her, and her face flushed immediately. She said embarrassedly, "Then you take care of it."
After making the porridge, he ran away as if escaping.
Wen Zhu looked at her like that, not knowing whether to feel sorry for her or think she deserved it.
When people eat, they want to be full, which is natural. But wanting benefits is embarrassing, and in the end, she might even feel that her classmates are laughing at her. The master looks down on her. If she were just a little more normal and polite, the master, who looks fierce, is actually kind-hearted. A few ounces of rice is just a matter of him flipping the spoon.
I don't understand the heroine's unique train of thought.
Wen Zhu's junior high school classes were quite easy. After all, in her previous life, she had lived to the age of eighteen and even earned a college diploma. She had experienced skipping grades and being specially recruited.
But there's no need for that now, as the high school entrance exam is just a few months away. It's nice to experience life step by step.
Although she understood everything the teacher said, she listened attentively. After all, every teacher has a different interpretation of knowledge, which can also give her new inspiration. She found it very interesting.
During class, almost every teacher called on her to answer questions, and when they saw that she answered fluently, they praised her again.
"How can people be different? We all have one head, two eyes, and two ears. Wen Zhu understands, but you don't. Pay attention in class. Learn from classmate Wen."
Wen Zhu touched her nose, feeling a little embarrassed. This was her second brush, so how could it be the same as the one in the Novice Village? She could only smile, unable to explain.
After class, a boy wanted to ask Wen Zhu a question, but thinking of her cold and indifferent appearance in the past, he hesitated, but still mustered up the courage, "Wen Zhu, can I ask you a question?"
Wen Zhu looked at him and said, "Of course." It wasn't a difficult task. So he patiently analyzed the math problem that had stumped him for a long time.
Seeing that Wen Zhu, despite her aloofness, was actually very enthusiastic, students, both familiar and unfamiliar with her, came to ask her questions. Wen Zhu patiently answered them one by one. The bell rang, and everyone reluctantly returned to their seats.
After school, Wen Zhu slapped his forehead and suddenly remembered that he was so busy calling the police in the morning that he was sent to the school gate by his parents. He completely forgot that there was a child who was looking forward to him taking a medical treatment.
Even if he doesn't go, his leg will be fine as long as he applies medicine on time, but he promised them and now he is breaking his promise. It feels like he is getting the huge medical fee for free!
Wen Zhu then found Sun Xiaoya, a classmate who also attended school on a commuter basis, and asked her to take a letter to Qian Xusen. Sun Xiaoya's home was in town and very close to the school, so she could attend school on a commuter basis and go home at night.
Fortunately, there was only one guesthouse in town, and it was close to her home, so Sun Xiaoya agreed. Wen Zhu was worried that it would be unsafe for her to go out alone at night, so he repeatedly made sure that her family accompanied her.
Wen Zhu explained many problems to her. She felt that Wen Zhu was a very good person and was happy that he could help her. This way, she no longer had to feel embarrassed about bothering her with explanations.
Wen Zhu actually thought about trying to climb over the wall at night, but then immediately dismissed the idea. After all, human traffickers and criminals were still rampant at that time, otherwise the school wouldn't have strictly prohibited anyone other than students from entering the campus. Even parents were not allowed to enter without the school's invitation.
At night, I slept in a dormitory with multiple beds. It felt like an old factory building. There were dozens of beds, both upper and lower, but everyone had their own quilt.
After washing up, Wen Zhu applied a Chinese herbal mask. Some classmates were curious, so Wen Zhu explained that it was a herbal mask for healing wounds to prevent scarring. No one asked any further questions.
Wen Zhu closed his eyes and rested, silently calculating the time for applying the facial mask. By the way, he classified and filed the knowledge points taught by the teacher in the deep part of his mind and integrated them with the previous knowledge.
There were many people in the big dormitory, and girls from all classes gathered together. Zhou Xiaoju slept next to Wen Zhu. She saw several girls pointing at Wen Zhu and frowned.
Just by looking at the look in his eyes, he definitely didn't mean anything good.
So I quietly leaned over to listen.
I only heard the student with short hair say, "The one who's pretty but has a scar on her face? No wonder she was arrested. She must have been misbehaving."
"Shh, keep your voice down. I heard this from others. We can't spread rumors. We need evidence."
"Then it's definitely true that she was taken away by kidnappers. She's so pretty, how could the kidnappers care if she was a student? They must have raped her. I heard people say..."
Another dark-skinned girl with long braids watched them chatting and joined in the fun. "Is this true? Did she really get that? Doesn't that mean she's not clean? My mom says if a girl isn't careful before marriage, no one will want her in the future."
"Keep your voice down. Don't let her hear it." said the girl with short hair.
The long-haired girl frowned. "It's not good for us to talk about the victim behind his back, right? Where did you hear that?"
The short-haired girl took out a note mysteriously, which I picked up on the road.
"Here, take a look for yourselves. It's an apology letter that Xu Niannian from our class secretly wrote to that Wen Zhu. I found it! She's an eyewitness!"
The more Zhou Xiaoju listened, the angrier she became. She rolled over, slid off the bed, and snatched the paper from the short-haired girl.
"You have no shame in talking bad about others behind their backs!"
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