Unlike my parents' other partners.
They all like to send their children to this private school or that private school, but my parents don’t like that. My brother and I both went to public schools.
I heard someone say during a visit to my home that private schools teach more comprehensively, not only in terms of study, but also in other aspects of development.
They adopt a training model of broad learning and intensive nurturing, which involves extensive learning and careful nurturing of truly talented projects.
When I heard them say this, I was 100% against it. I am not a learning machine, so why do I need to be trained so comprehensively? If I learn so much, I won't be able to do all the jobs in the future.
Rather than having so many, it is better to have one or two who are proficient in them.
I have been interested in folk dance and erhu since I was a child. In addition to normal learning and upgrading, my mother also found folk dance and erhu teachers for me. I would learn these two in my free time. I think my time is already full enough.
I heard my mother reject them.
"In fact, you know that in our current family situation, we are no longer concerned about whether we have enough to eat or clothes to wear, but whether our employees can work with peace of mind and whether the salary they get can support their families. There are many things we need to consider, but the only thing that is not considered is how to make our family live a better life, because as our children, they have already had the best since they were born."
"The wealth her father and I have earned will probably last us a lifetime unless she has done something illegal. So why should I ask so much of her? Isn't it enough for her to just be happy and healthy?"
"As for your suggestion of learning widely, I agree with that, but I don't think my children need to learn everything themselves. They can take some appreciation courses, such as painting. They only need to be able to distinguish between good and bad. Why should they be required to be able to paint?"
My mother's ideas convinced most of her friends, and I saw them still thinking about it before they left.
This is probably the reason why I didn’t have many friends from the same class in my childhood, because the children of those partners who were close to my parents all had fixed circles, their own private schools, and their own special training classes. But they were not like me, who would go to roadside stalls to eat after class with my classmates.
I went smoothly and steadily from elementary school to junior high school, and then from junior high school to high school.
When I was in high school, Diandian was already one of the top students in a key domestic university. Not only was he a college student, but he was also a student participating in Uncle Lu Zhien's laboratory.
Comparing with him... Never mind, I won't compare with him. How can I compare with him? I even asked him to help me with my homework when my science grades were not good enough.
Although I was wrong most of the time during the tutoring, the teacher said the result was correct, but the process was beyond the syllabus. If I wrote it on the answer sheet, I guarantee I would not get any points.
I don't accept it. I don't care about the process or not. At least I understood what Diandian taught me, and I also learned how to use it. Why can't I get points?
It was not until my teacher called my parents because of my math grades that I understood what a lesson learned through blood and tears was.
It was indeed blood and tears, but not mine. My parents gave Diandian a severe scolding. His father also found his old friend and used the excuse that Diandian had been doing experiments in the laboratory for a long time and had poor physical condition, so he sent him to the army for training for three months.
After he came back, he never helped me with my homework again with knowledge beyond the syllabus.
Most of the time he would look at my textbook first to see how much I had learned, and then teach me within the allowed scope of knowledge.
Although I think this is quite troublesome, the things clicked on are fast, so he doesn't find it troublesome at all. In fact, for him, being sent to the army by his father for training is more troublesome than tutoring me with my homework.
It's just a few months of military service, what's the big deal? After all, isn't it just his poor physical condition?
So I often use this matter to provoke him whenever I have no reason.
In the end, he was so angry that he went back to the laboratory and refused to tutor me anymore.
My dad wanted to scold him, but he couldn't enter a lab like that, and he didn't answer the phone, so I could only fend for myself.
It was at this time that I encountered the little yellow-haired boy who wanted to kidnap me.
This is what happened.
It was a sunny afternoon and I was sleeping on my desk when a girl in our class who was famous for her chatterbox brought a boy from another class to our class.
They complained loudly in our class about the various unfair things that happened in that boy's class.
It turned out that the boy had different-sized eyes. Many people in his class looked down on him, mocked him, and humiliated him for his appearance.
"In my opinion, those people in your class just don't study well. A student's duty is to study. Your academic performance is not bad. In fact, you are in the top three in math and physics. Why do you care so much about what they say? If it doesn't work, I will find someone to beat up those students who gossip and see if they will stop talking."
My classmate kept chattering there, talking about the reason why the boy had one eye larger than the other, to the hardships and difficulties in his life, and then to how his classmate had a wrong outlook on life.
OK, I agree with what you said, but can you please stop talking there during my lunch break? You can find a place where there is no one to talk during your spare time, during the break or during the physical education class, or after class in the afternoon.
But I did remember one thing about what she chattered, which was that the boy was among the top three in math and physics in the class.
Like most girls, I prefer liberal arts, but am weak in science. I am really bad at math.
If it weren't for Diandian helping me with my studies, it would be really difficult for me to achieve the results I have now. But now Diandian is gone, and he is unwilling to tutor me anymore.
What can I do then?
Since this boy is very poor and his science grades are decent, I might as well do one good deed every day.
I lifted my head, which was no longer sleepy, from the desk, found my wrong questions, put them in front of them, and said to the boy, "Come on, do all these."
The girl in our class was surprised for a moment, and when she saw it was me, she poked the boy's arm to signal him to do it, while she remained silent.
Oh, so that’s how it is. I understand.
This girl did it on purpose. She picked a time when there were few people in the class and brought this boy to chat in front of me. I don't know if the boy understood what she meant.
The boy finished the questions that had been bothering me for a long time in less than an hour, and returned the wrong answer book to me.
"Student, finish all the questions in your notebook. I've also marked the steps that are easy to make mistakes in."
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