Chapter 42: The Forty-second Day of Reservedness I was born to be useful, thousands...
"Hey, let me ask you something. I wasn't bullied or scolded by the teacher. I just didn't do well on the test and had a mental breakdown!"
After school in the evening, Pei Yunhe was walking alone on the way out of the school gate. Meng Chuan ran up from behind him, hung one arm on Pei Yunhe's shoulder, and casually repeated the information he had inquired about.
He wiped his nose, leaned against Pei Yunhe and laughed.
"You have no idea, she only got a 9 on her last math test. 9! Oh my god, I'm dying of laughter!"
"Although, apart from you being the weird one who scored 80 points, the average score in our class is only around 50 or 60, but there are only three people in the class who scored in the single digits. How did she get that high? Hahahaha!"
"What's wrong with getting a score of nine?"
Pei Yunhe glanced sideways at Meng Chuan.
"It's like you're not among those three."
"How can it be the same?"
Meng Chuan glared at Pei Yunhe.
"My Meng Chuan is obviously someone who will score in the single digits. With her good-looking appearance, anyone who sees her will think she is going to compete with you for the top spot in the academic rankings!"
“Stereotype.”
Pei Yunhe sneered, shook off Meng Chuan's arm and walked forward.
Meng Chuan chased after her: "Then tell me if it's true that she got a 9 on the math test!"
Pei Yunhe ignored him, so he had to pick up the rest of the sentence and say, "Of course, this isn't the only reason she cried like that. There are other reasons as well."
Pei Yunhe then slowed down his pace.
He listened attentively as Meng Chuan continued to speak.
"You said I had a stereotype, and I do have a bit of a stereotype. She looks weak and delicate, but liberal arts are really good! There's a city-level middle school poetry competition next month, and Lao Bai, who teaches Chinese, can't bear to see this talented student go unnoticed, so he insisted on recommending her to participate."
"But don't we have a mock exam next month?" Pei Yunhe paused.
"That's right!" Meng Chuan clapped his hands. "She'll only get a low enough score in math on the mock exam next month. How is she going to handle everything?"
Meng Chuan scratched his head again. "I asked the monitor. Although the math teacher didn't scold her, he still made her study for a long time, saying that such a serious imbalance in one subject was unacceptable. She couldn't postpone the competition, and she couldn't keep up with her studies. Of course, she was so anxious that she cried."
Pei Yunhe frowned.
Are you just anxious?
He didn't think it was entirely because of this.
He had seen Shan Yin gritting her teeth and struggling with questions quite a lot these days. Occasionally, when he passed by her seat, he could hear her muttering to herself, and it really sounded like she was reciting a poem.
Pei Yunhe felt that it was difficult for Dan Yin to take care of both ends, but she was not the kind of person who would worry for no reason. She was also trying her best to overcome these difficulties.
Rather than crying out of anxiety, Pei Yunhe thought it was more likely that Shan Yin was competing with herself.
She didn't want to be trapped in such a predicament. She was struggling, but felt powerless, which was why she couldn't hold back so many tears.
What's wrong with her? She has to be so stubborn and patient at such a young age.
Is she unhappy?
Why would this happen at such a young age?
Pei Yunhe thought more and more unconsciously, and he didn't realize that he had too much curiosity and desire to explore Shan Yin.
He even nearly walked past the car parked at the school gate that was supposed to pick him up. Meng Chuan pulled him back and said, "Where are you going? You still want to chase someone home?"
He came back to his senses and looked up. Not far away, Shan Yin also came out, walking into the darkness alone with a white schoolbag on his back.
Her shadow merged with the shadow of the street lamp. She was so thin that it seemed like she could be blown away by the wind. In the night, the trees on both sides of the road seemed stronger than her, which made Pei Yunhe's heart tighten again.
"Don't look. What's the matter with you?"
Meng Chuan hadn't figured it out yet and was only thinking about having fun. He was thinking about where to go for fun on the weekend when Pei Yunhe suddenly looked at him.
That look was not relaxed at all, and it frightened Meng Chuan.
"Meng Chuan, are you and the squad leader good friends?"
Two days later, during the self-study break, Meng Chuan happily carried a stack of information and followed his homeroom teacher, Lao Bai, and the class monitor into the classroom.
At that time, Shan Yin was still burying her head in calculations, as if she was oblivious to what was happening outside. Pei Yunhe coughed twice from a distance behind her, and covered his mouth with his fist, but his eyes did not stop looking at her.
The class gradually quieted down, and Lao Bai knocked on the table twice with a blackboard brush.
"There's a mock exam coming up next month, and I know you're all under a lot of pressure."
The students in the audience looked up at him one after another, not knowing what was going on, but all of them were curious.
I just recite one and don’t care.
Lao Bai didn't care about that and shook his head, saying, "But I have to say something. My classmates care about each other and help each other. They have a strong sense of collective honor!"
As he spoke, he made some space and asked the monitor and Meng Chuan to stand next to the podium.
"The class monitor and the psychology counselor have reported over the past two days that some students are falling behind in certain subjects. Since we're a team, we must pull together and work together for this big exam! We absolutely must not let any student fall behind!"
Lao Bai is a literary and artistic person. As he gets older, he treats his students wholeheartedly as his own children and grandchildren.
Having said this, he couldn't help but become passionate. He waved to Meng Chuan who was beside him and pointed at the information in his hand.
"The class monitor and the psychology counselor really care about our classmates! They spent an entire weekend putting this together, and it contains all the key review points for each subject! I've already looked at it, they're really smart! Come on, share it!"
Meng Chuan and the squad leader handed out the information one by one.
The stack of materials had more than ten pages in it. After we took it and flipped through it, we found that it indeed covered the key review points of each subject. It was concise and clever, and very clear.
Especially the mathematics pages, I don’t know which genius came up with the idea, but many mathematical formulas and tricks were compiled into poems, and it was clearly written in which types of questions they should be used in and how to transform them.
Moreover, it even rhymes, making it easy to read, which is much more interesting than memorizing formulas dryly.
Immediately, some students started reading the materials.
"The squad leader is amazing! This formula is absolutely amazing!"
"Where did you get this information? If I had this earlier, I wouldn't have failed the exam last time."
"Are there other subjects with this kind of mnemonics for squad leader?"
The squad leader replied as he handed it out: "I'm not too sure about this. Meng Chuan collected it, and I just did the sorting."
Someone was surprised: "Meng Chuan?"
Then he simply shouted to Meng Chuan himself on the other side of the aisle: "Meng Chuan! The sun is rising from the west? Why did you suddenly change your mind and start studying?"
Meng Chuan glared at the man and said, "Go away! Your sun rises in the west!"
He glanced at Pei Yunhe from a distance. The guy was leaning on the chair leg, looking thoughtful, with a straight look in his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking about.
He remembered Pei Yunhe's instructions and shouted again: "I'm so bored, why don't I do something good?"
“Okay, okay, okay!”
At this moment, someone remembered what Lao Bai had just said and asked, "Meng Chuan, aren't you the life committee member? How did you become the psychological committee member?"
Meng Chuan suddenly became proud, raised his eyebrows and said excitedly: "I care about everyone's mental health! Isn't this a good thing? It was just blocked! How is it?"
The students next to them also laughed.
"I didn't realize you were so kind."
"Then you are truly worthy of your position as an official, which is quite good."
"Thank you!"
"Hey, you're welcome!"
With his ears filled with thanks from his classmates, Meng Chuan's vanity reached an unprecedented high. It was so great to be an official!
Thinking of the idea Pei Yunhe had given him before, he took back his words that he thought Pei Yunhe was troublesome and boring. For the first time, he felt that Pei Yunhe was really loyal and gave him the credit for doing this job.
He almost refused the job because he didn't want to interact with the squad leader!
Fortunately he didn't.
Meng Chuan's smile was so intense that he could hardly suppress it, and just then, he walked to Dan Yin's desk.
The classroom was so noisy, but she was still doing her homework as if nothing had happened. Meng Chuan curled his lips. She was really well-behaved. He admired her.
Pointing at the desk, he took out the stack of materials that Pei Yunhe had organized and handed it to Shan Yin.
Shan Yin paused for a moment, then looked up with a dazed look in his eyes.
Meng Chuan pointed his chin at her and said, "This is yours. Keep it."
After saying that, Meng Chuan did not stop, but continued to walk forward to listen to his classmates' good words.
Dan Yin vaguely heard Lao Bai talking about what new learning materials he was going to distribute.
She put away her pen and brought the neatly bound materials closer. The cover pages were all A4 white paper with the words "Subject Information Collection" printed vertically.
Turning to the inner pages, there is a catalog of materials for subjects such as Chinese, mathematics, and English arranged in categories. Dan Yin flipped through them one by one and found that they were indeed very detailed, and the key points were clearly selected and appropriate.
Most importantly, as her classmates continued to praise, the poems composed of mathematical formulas were truly unique, especially to her taste.
She just doesn't like looking at numerical and alphabetical formulas. Sometimes she can memorize them, but when she looks at the question, she always can't figure out what type of question it is and what solution to use.
But this series of mnemonics told her clearly how to use it.
It was like a sudden enlightenment. Take the question she had just been pondering for example. In that instant, she found the ideas and techniques for solving the problem from the formula poem.
She couldn't help but sigh, it was really magical, and she gathered her strength and flipped it back a lot.
"I was born with talents that will be useful, even if I lose all my money, I will get it back."
Suddenly turning to the last page, a line of vigorous running script suddenly appeared before her.
The characters flow smoothly, with a combination of reality and illusion. It is hard not to see that the person who wrote them is high-spirited and calm.
The road to education for students is long, and life is full of ups and downs.
However, whether studying or living, there is no need to confine yourself when facing difficulties and adversity. I have my own meaning in existence, and the road ahead will be bright and clear.
The unrestrained and flowing strokes of the brush were like sharp swords, striking Shan Yin's heart.
She had indeed been suffering for a long time since her parents passed away. After crying as if to vent her anger the day before yesterday, she was still holding her breath and struggling with herself.
However, this kind of competition is always an endless painful cycle. Dan Yin doesn't want this to happen, but he can't find a better way to break the deadlock.
Now, this booklet and this poem suddenly appeared before her, like a ray of light, directly splitting the thick fog that lingered in her heart.
The warm golden color filled her arms, as if it also revived her will and led her to find some direction.
She couldn't help but slightly curl the corners of her mouth, and her slender fingertips gently stroked the line of words, her heart gradually surging.
Who wrote this?
The teacher? Or the classmate who distributed the booklet?
Shan Yin couldn't remember Meng Chuan's name. She wanted to turn around and call him, but found that he had already run away.
Helplessly, she could only look at the squad leader who happened to be walking next to her.
"Um, squad leader."
She called out softly, but the monitor was busy distributing materials and only turned around and responded to her hurriedly.
"Hey! What's wrong?"
"I want to ask, who wrote the last line of the poem in the booklet..."
"What? Who hasn't? I'll be there in a minute!"
The squad leader was too busy to respond. He replied to the others a few times, then turned his head and asked Shan Yin: "What did you just say? What poem?"
Shan Yin didn't often communicate with his classmates, and he didn't want to disturb the monitor's work. His heart was pounding, so he quickly said, "I want to ask who wrote this poem?"
"Poetry." The squad leader did not stop moving his hands and feet, and seemed to be thinking for a while, but he thought that Dan Yin was talking about the mathematical formula poem he had made up.
Coincidentally, someone else came up to her and asked for information. The monitor was too busy to handle it, so he just replied to Shan Yin hastily: "I don't know who wrote it, just wrote it casually!"
Then he was pulled away again.
Shan Yin thought that the class monitor didn't know which classmate wrote it in the booklet, and the booklet was given to her.
What a coincidence.
Her fingertips paused on the line of words for a moment.
But when she wanted to ask more, the monitor was no longer standing beside her. Besides, the monitor didn't know the origin of the word, so asking more questions would only cause trouble for others.
After thinking about it for a while, Shan Yin looked at the words, suddenly pursed his lips, and suddenly understood.
Having already written this sentence, why is she still so hesitant and entangled?
Since it fell into her hands by accident, it was fate.
She happily put the booklet away and took it out every day to study and recite it. She would always read the words freshly, so as not to disappoint the kindness of the person who wrote them.
Not far away, Pei Yunhe, who witnessed all this, suddenly leaned forward, and one of the raised chair legs fell to the ground with a thud.
He laughed too.
The dust has finally settled.
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The author has something to say: "I was born with talent that will be useful, even if I spend all my money, I will get it back." From "Song of the Wine."
I want to write in more detail about Mr. Pei's care for baby Shan Yin. I am an old hand at doing good deeds without leaving my name, so this time the memories are a bit long.
Later, I will write the flashback part in the main text at a faster pace and mark it out in advance. There will be a high school if line in the extra chapter.
There are some more memories in the next chapter.
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