Chapter 259 The Pseudo-Student's Black Moonlight Goddess 09
A boy sitting by the window couldn't help but complain: "But the problem is that we still have Chinese, math and English to study."
The head teacher shrugged. "That's none of my business. Anyway, I only prepared three sets of physics papers for you."
The boy raised his head and wanted to say something, but the head teacher gave him a sharp look, and the boy lowered his head and could only mutter quietly: "Three sets of lessons for one subject, we might as well not be in class!"
After school in the afternoon, Shen Xinran was preparing to go home with a thick stack of test papers. Her eyes accidentally fell on Zhuang Yan's desk, and she found that Zhuang Yan's test paper was still in the desk drawer.
She reminded him softly, "You forgot to bring your test paper back."
Zhuang Yan glanced back at Shen Xinran and said nonchalantly, "Why take it back? I can't write anyway."
After he finished speaking, he left with his schoolbag on his back.
Shen Xinran: “…”
Suddenly I envy the innate sense of relaxation of the poor students. But she can't do that, because she also has the image of a top student.
Thinking of this, Shen Xinran felt like crying.
On the first day of the National Day holiday, Shen Xinran started doing homework.
Qiao Zixiao isn't actually very smart; her good grades are entirely due to her diligence. In her first year of high school, she reviewed the knowledge points for her second year, and in her second year, she reviewed the knowledge points for her third year.
Shen Xinran sat at the desk, her pen dancing quickly on the paper, but as time passed, she became more and more anxious.
Although she inherited Qiao Zixiao's memory, she really found these college entrance examination questions very difficult!
Shen Xinran's brows were furrowed, and she kept scratching her head from time to time, trying to solve those complicated questions, but the harder she tried, the more difficult it was to suppress the irritation in her heart.
Suddenly, the sound of a basketball hitting the ground came from the living room, breaking Shen Xinran's concentration.
Shen Xinran frowned, suddenly opened the door, and yelled at Qiao Qihao who was playing basketball: "Can't you be quiet!"
After cursing, I suddenly felt relaxed both physically and mentally.
She slammed the door shut and plunged into the sea of questions.
Qiao Qihao was startled by the sudden roar. He looked at his mother, Xia Qinghong, and said, "Mom, can't you control her?"
Xia Qinghong sighed and said helplessly: "You know your sister has a bad temper when she is doing homework, and you still dare to provoke her."
Qiao Qihao hugged the basketball, feeling extremely aggrieved. "I just dabbed the ball twice. I didn't provoke her."
At this moment, there was a sound of something being thrown upstairs. "I raised you like this, and you won't even bother to pour me a glass of water. I'm going to beat you to death today."
"Is Uncle Zhuang drunk again?" Qiao Qihao widened his eyes and wanted to go upstairs to help Zhuang Yan after saying that.
Xia Qinghong stopped him, "Don't be impulsive. Wait until your dad comes back! Lao Zhuang is drunk and he won't recognize any relatives when he hits people."
The door was flung open again, and Shen Xinran's fury threatened to ignite the entire room. "Qiao Qihao, didn't I tell you not to play basketball in the living room?"
Qiao Qihao was frightened by his sister's behavior. He pointed upstairs and said in a trembling voice, "It's not me, it's the sound upstairs. Uncle Zhuang is drunk and is beating Zhuang Yan-ge."
Shen Xinran was already irritable due to the difficult situation, and when she heard Zhuang Jiangwei still beating Zhuang Yan, her anger immediately surged out. Damn it, her male protagonist can only be abused by her! No one else can even think about it!
Shen Xinran didn't even have time to change her shoes. She ran upstairs in a pair of slippers and knocked on the door.
Zhuang Jiangwei drunkenly opened the door, and without even looking at who it was, he cursed, "Clap, clap, clap, clap my life!"
After he finished speaking, he picked up the wine bottle and wanted to hit someone.
Shen Xinran acted quickly and decisively. She grabbed Zhuang Jiangwei's arm and threw him over her shoulder, knocking him to the ground.
Zhuang Jiangwei struggled on the ground for a while, then lay there motionless, not knowing whether he fell asleep or fainted.
Zhuang Yan curled up in the corner. The wound on his head was a bloody hole caused by a wine bottle. Blood was flowing out from it, sliding down his forehead and dripping onto the cold floor.
His body was trembling, his eyes were empty and blurry, until Shen Xinran appeared. She was like a beam of light that penetrated the darkness, illuminating his world and leaving him stunned.
But when he came to his senses, he subconsciously buried his head in his chest because he didn't want him to see such an embarrassing scene.
Shen Xinran walked around Zhuang Jiangwei at the door and quickly walked to Zhuang Yan's side, his eyes full of concern and anxiety, "Are you okay?"
Despite the pain, Zhuang Yan still managed to force a smile, but it was a pale, weak smile, as if trying to hide his inner helplessness and despair. "I'm fine."
Shen Xinran noticed the wound on Zhuang Yan's forehead at a glance. She frowned and said, "Then I'll take you to the hospital first."
After Shen Xinran finished speaking, regardless of whether Zhuang Yan agreed or not, he supported Zhuang Yan and walked out. When going down the stairs, he asked him, "Can you walk? Do you want me to carry you?"
Zhuang Yan's face turned pale, and he half-jokingly said, "With your tiny body, can you really carry me?"
Chen Xinran's eyes widened, his voice filled with a hint of stubbornness that refused to admit defeat. "Don't disbelieve me. Even though I'm shorter than you, I'm very strong. I can definitely carry you and won't let you fall."
Zhuang Yan just regarded this as a joke from Shen Xinran. He shook his head and said firmly, "No, I can still go."
When they got downstairs, they saw Qiao Hong's taxi. It turned out that Xia Qinghong was worried about Shen Xinran and called Qiao Hong.
Shen Xinran quickly waved to Qiao Hong and shouted, "Dad, Zhuang Yan is injured and needs to go to the hospital."
Qiao Hong nodded and said, "Get in the car. I'll take him to the hospital."
Zhuang Yan had five stitches on his forehead. When he returned from the hospital, the wound on his head had been bandaged by the doctor.
The white bandage wrapped around his forehead was like a temporary seal, sealing the pain in his heart.
Qiao Hong accompanied him throughout the whole process and sent Zhuang Yan downstairs.
After getting off the bus, Zhuang Yan took out a wad of crumpled banknotes from his pocket and handed it to Qiao Hong, saying apologetically, "Uncle Qiao, this is all the money I have. I may not be able to return the rest to you until next month."
Qiao Hong glared at Zhuang Yan and waved his hand. "You're still a student, so Uncle Qiao can still afford this amount. At worst, when you make money in the future, you can buy Uncle Qiao two bottles of wine."
Zhuang Yan had no choice but to give up.
Shen Xinran watched Zhuang Yan walk towards the fifth floor step by step. An inexplicable impulse surged in her heart. She reached out to stop him, "Why don't you sleep at my house tonight!"
Qiao Hong also nodded. "Yes, your dad may not be sober yet. You can share a room with Qi Hao tonight."
But Zhuang Yan shook his head and smiled faintly: "No need."
After saying that, he went upstairs.
Zhuang Yan took out the key and opened the door, only to see Zhuang Jiangwei still lying at the door, even snoring.
Zhuang Yan acted as if he didn't see anything, stepped over him, entered the room and locked the door.
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