Chapter 6 Confucianism
Yin Zhongjiu's eyes were also surprised: "You don't know this?"
When Ren Yizi saw the new teacher writing the majestic name Peng Molan neatly on the blackboard, he was even more puzzled: "Know what?"
Yin Zhongjiu whispered, "This is quite a big deal. Aren't we taught by Teacher X?
Peng Molan was a teacher who specialized in teaching senior high school students. Originally, the school leaders arranged for her to teach senior high school students (1) and (2), but for some reason, she insisted on teaching our class.
She is quite awesome, being the team leader of the teaching and research department. She is quite famous and people outside call her 'Mr. Peng'.
The school spent a lot of money to hire her many years ago, and the school leaders couldn't persuade her, so they let her teach our class and Class (1).
Ren Yizi was still a little confused after hearing this belated news. He smacked his lips and said, "Logically speaking, no matter which class gets a turn, it won't be ours."
Yoon Jong-jiu shrugged, indicating that he didn't know.
Their class is the worst in the whole grade (26), which gathers many sports students, dancers and art students. Many of them are not as good as the top students of Hanmo in academic subjects. Most teachers are unwilling to teach this poor class.
As Ren Yizi was thinking about this, he accidentally made eye contact with Teacher Peng and hurriedly turned his head away.
But based on his intuition over the years, he knew that the teacher was still staring at him. Ren Yizi felt a little panicked for some reason and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.
Peng Molan has a thin figure and her hair is tied up with a hairpin, which makes her look very energetic.
She was introducing herself. She was wearing classical and elegant clothes, with an exquisite brooch on her chest. Her temperament showed that of a scholar who was deeply immersed in poetry and songs.
Ren Yizi is not the kind of person who gets stuck on trivial matters. He will just let go of things that he cannot figure out.
He took out his cell phone from the table, played parkour for a few times, then remembered something, logged out, went into WeChat and transferred the breakfast money to Wen Si Ru.
Wen Siru replied quickly: [No need to forward it, I’ll treat you.]
RRR: [No, you have to accept it. I don’t like owing favors to others.]
Wen Siru from Class 1 of Senior 3: [Don’t be like this, just come back next time.]
Ren Yizi thought about it for a while, felt it was okay, and typed: [OK]
He noticed that Wen Siru always replied within seconds, so he teased: [You replied so quickly, I must have caught you, playing with your phone instead of attending class.]
Wen Siru, Class 1, Senior 3: [I replied only after seeing it was your message]
Ren Yizi was stunned. He had heard in his freshman year of high school that there were so many people asking to add Wen Si Ru on WeChat that Wen Si Ru was so annoyed that he opened several accounts.
He rarely uses his other accounts. He adds a bunch of people he doesn't know and only uses one private account to chat with acquaintances. From this, it seems that Wen Si Ru added him on a private account, which is why he replied so quickly.
Wen Siru sent another message: [Cat Hug.jpg]
It's a cute cat.
Ren Yizi took a closer look and saw that it was Wen Siru's cat. He could tell that Wen Siru was very soft-hearted and kind-hearted, and that he really treated cats as family members. He asked knowingly, "Your cat?"
Wen Siru, Class 1, Senior 3: [Yes]
Ren Yizi asked again: [What's your name?]
Senior 3 (1) Wen Siru: [Elizabeth]
RRR: [It sheds a lot of hair, right?]
Wen Siru from Class 1 of Senior 3: [It sheds a lot, but there are people at home who specialize in cleaning it, so it doesn’t take much effort on my part.]
When Ren Yizi saw this reply, he thought to himself: How rich are the Confucian family in Wensi?
Wen Siru from Class 1 of Senior 3: [Do you also have a cat?]
RRR: [There is a kitten at school that I rescued from the fountain in the small garden. She is now two years old.]
......
The two of them started chatting about cats for a long time. They were both cat owners, so they were relaxed and happy when talking about cats and had a great time.
Ren Yizi realized that after this casual chat, he and Wen Siru became closer.
After all, they have found a common topic now. He was vaguely worried before that the two of them seemed to be from different worlds, and there might be no topics to talk about in the dormitory, making everyone awkward and bored.
As they chatted, Ren Yizi became more and more unhappy with the note he gave him. He changed the note to Wen Si Ru, but he still felt that it was too distant. The notes he gave to ordinary classmates were all full names, which were too formal, so he changed it to one word - Ru.
Only then did Ren Yizi feel much more pleasing to the eye.
At this moment, Wen Siru said that the math teacher asked him to go to the podium to write down his ideas for solving the problem and talk about it later.
Ren Yizi then turned off his phone screen, stretched his body, and stretched his muscles. He looked down and saw a corner of the math exercise sticking out from under the table.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't hand in his homework. Many subject teachers have given up on him anyway. They assume that he often doesn't hand in his homework and don't pay much attention to him. They just hope he doesn't cause trouble.
He took it out as if possessed, covered it with his Chinese textbook, and began to write math.
Ten minutes later...
The clean-faced exercise book was smiling at him.
Oh, maybe still laugh at it.
He helplessly asked his deskmate: "Hey, Sister Yin, can you please show me the standard answer you gave me just now?"
Yin Zhongjiu had a princess cut during the summer vacation, which was sweet and cool. She was also playing with her phone. When she heard this, she turned her head and her bangs swung like a knife. A contemptuous smile in her eyes said: "'Don't copy homework', 'Ignore you', 'You're out of my reach'."
Ren Yizi knew Yin Zhongjiu was hinting at him and regretted his overconfidence. He slapped himself in the heart and tried to justify himself: "How can you call it plagiarism when you're a scholar? It's called reference, do you understand?"
I only saw his sister Yin smile: "I don't understand."
Ren Yizi's mind raced, and then he said sincerely, "I'll introduce you to a super handsome man next time."
I just don't know if he likes you being so violent...
Only then did Yin Zhongjiu smile with satisfaction and generously handed him the math answer.
The poor student stumbled through the answers and wrote out a few questions. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that the sixth question was labeled "Ghost Story: Omitted."
slightly......
The more I looked at this ordinary word, the more it looked like the person who wrote it. He stuck out his tongue, made a few "lululu" sounds, and said mischievously to the thousands of college entrance examination students: "I won't tell you the answer to this question. Go and guess one by one, hehe!"
As Ren Yizi imagined all this, he felt very angry. He really wanted to tear up the answer into pieces, crumple it into a ball, and toss it around for fun, then throw a left hook, a right hook, an uppercut, a lowercut...
He glanced at his deskmate and shook his head in his heart. Sister Yin was just as bad as him and he couldn't rely on her.
The math teacher looks like a boiled egg. If Ren Yizi were to ask him a question, he would probably laugh out loud before he even asked the question.
There was a "ding" sound in his mind, and he thought of Wen University's top student.
Quickly taking out his mobile phone, he took a picture of the question and sent it to Wen Siru on WeChat.
They quickly withdrew.
Although Wen Siru said that he could be approached if he had any difficulties, Ren Yizi didn't know whether it was a polite remark or a sincere one.
These past two days, I've always needed help from Wen Siru. Is it really okay to bother others? After all, their relationship isn't close enough to where they can help each other with everything.
A red dot appeared in Wen Siru's message box again.
Confucianism:【】
Confucianism: [Problem-solving steps diagram]
Ru: [Really? You can ask me.]
Ren Yizi was shocked when he saw this. How could Wen Siru see the picture he posted? He clearly withdrew it in three seconds.
I also wrote down the steps of the answer on a draft paper and sent it to him.
Ren Yizi didn't know how to explain that he had posted and then retracted it, so he could only bite the bullet and say [I still don't quite understand it]
Ru: [I’ll teach you when I get back to the dormitory at noon]
RRR: [Okeke]
Ren Yizi felt that the past two days were simply awful, as he was always being helped by Wen Siru.
He secretly didn't want to introduce Wen Siru to his sister Yin. He could now fabricate the lines he would say when the time came:
"No, sister, don't be angry. I don't mean to belittle you, brother, nor do I want to introduce you to someone else. We mortals are really not worthy of you."
Only a beautiful girl could be worthy of this golden boy.
I don’t know if Wen Si Ru is also helpful, kind and humble to others.
"Buzz—"
At this moment, the cell phone suddenly vibrated. Someone was calling. When Ren Yizi saw the contact name, his brows furrowed into a shape of a "川" (川).
Ren Yizi sat in the last row near the door. He looked up at Peng Molan who was giving a serious lecture.
I made up my mind and told Sister Yin that if the teacher looked for me, I should say I went to the bathroom.
Then he put his phone in his pocket and quietly slipped out the back door.
What he didn't know was that the teachers on the podium could see clearly who was looking at what.
Peng Molan had seen all of his skipping classes.
The senior teacher stared at the back door for a long time until the monitor of Class 26 in the first row under the podium called her softly, "Teacher?"
Only then did Peng Molan look away and look at the squad leader's face.
The class monitor also glanced at Ren Yizi's empty seat and thought that Teacher Peng was angry. Their class had already angered many teachers away.
The senior teacher who had insisted on teaching their class for some unknown reason couldn't leave in anger any longer. She quickly said, "Teacher, I'll remember his name. Please go back to class."
Everyone in the class and the teachers who taught them knew that it was not uncommon for this school bully to skip classes, and they were used to it.
Peng Molan didn't listen to the class monitor and asked Yin Zhongjiu worriedly where her deskmate had gone.
The answer I got was the toilet, and then I continued with the class.
**
Ren Yizi climbed up to the rooftop of the teaching building. He often came here with Qin Yang to enjoy the fresh air, sunbathe and smoke.
He didn't answer the phone at first. The person on the other end kept calling him several times, and the line kept vibrating.
At this moment, Ren Yizi wanted to smoke so much that his teeth were itching.
He bought few cigarettes, most of which were given by his brothers. Qin Yang didn't come home this morning because of something, so he had no cigarettes to smoke.
It's just extremely annoying!
He closed his eyes, opened them slowly, sighed, and clicked the answer button helplessly. Soon, a familiar cry came from the other end:
"Yi Zi... please save your brother..."
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