Chapter 12. I'm sorry. Brother Ning wouldn't let me accept it. ...
"What are you doing?" came the deep voice of a middle-aged man.
Everyone's spirits lifted.
"The teacher is here."
"Teacher Lin is here."
Even Wan Hongye's eyes showed some hesitation.
Only Ning Yao, as if seeing her accomplice, chattered on and on, complaining, "Teacher Lin, Wan Hongye said I'm poor."
Wan Hongye: "You!"
Ms. Lin raised an eyebrow slightly and slowly walked towards the podium. "Is that so, Wan?"
Wan Hongye's face turned bright red.
She couldn't even understand how Ning Yao could so calmly and effortlessly bring a conflict between classmates to the teacher's attention.
They might as well just throw caution to the wind and say, "Yes, she's poor. So what if she's poor? Can't we even say that?"
Teacher Lin had dealt with many similar situations before, and he just chuckled.
Standing on the stage, I pick up my brush, dip it in ink, and begin to write.
A large character for "poor" was written on the paper.
Then he held the paper upright, showing the word to all his classmates.
"Then we won't start a new lesson today, but let's talk about the word 'poor'."
Is that interesting?
All the students were immediately intrigued.
Seeing that everyone's interest had been piqued, Teacher Lin smiled and continued speaking.
"Learning, as Confucius said in the Analects, is to learn and at due times practice what you have learned. The so-called 'practice' is to put it into practice."
"Today, let's use what we've learned to see how to explain the word 'poor'."
A minor conflict was thus overlooked.
After class, Ning Yao was still hunched over her desk, deep in thought about her problem.
Based on what the teacher taught in class, she wondered if reading was for the purpose of putting knowledge into practice.
So what is the relationship between this practice and what Brother Ning said?
I pondered for a long time without success.
Ning Yao let out a long sigh.
My head is starting to hurt from thinking about it.
Unexpectedly, Wan Hongye behind her was still not convinced and kicked her chair.
"Ning Yao!"
Ning Yao was already annoyed, and upon hearing this, she gave her a disgruntled look.
"What is it now? You want to argue with me about being poor? The teacher said that for a scholar, being illiterate is poverty, while being knowledgeable is wealth."
Wan Hongye: "Then let's have a knowledge contest."
She's been in this class for two years now, and if all goes well, she can enter middle school tomorrow.
Ning Yao, on the other hand, has only been in this class for less than half a month at most.
Ning Yao: "...No comparison."
Changing the subject, Ning Yao asked her, "Unless you tell me why you study?"
Upon hearing this question, Bu Shuli, who was standing next to her, glanced at her in surprise.
She seems to be very concerned about this issue?
Wan Hongye lost her voice; her family told her to come to school, so she came.
They don't think about why they came to study.
Ning Yao looked disappointed when she saw that she couldn't answer.
"You don't know either?"
Wan Hongye: "..." She was furious!
"Ning Yao." Suddenly, a strange voice came from Jian Zi'an's corner in the classroom, slightly hoarse.
Ning Yao looked up and towards the source of the sound.
The boy had short, neat hair and his features were beginning to become more defined; he was Huo Li, who had just returned from class.
"What are you doing?" Ning Yao asked sullenly.
Bu Shuli, who was standing next to her, gave her a rare wink: "Go over there."
Ning Yao: "?"
Bu Shuli: "That's Huo Li, go ahead."
Before Ning Yao could even approach, Huo Li had already stood up, waved to her, and walked out of the classroom alone.
Along the corridor outside the classroom, there are clusters of small red, white, and yellow flowers, and many small stone benches are placed in front of the flowers, which is a place where many people go to chat after class.
As soon as Huo Li walked over, all the people who were chatting dispersed at the same time, and the stone benches that were already full of people suddenly became empty.
Ning Yao only went out after being urged quietly by the people around her.
He sighed and said, "I'm not in a good mood. Say what you want to say quickly."
Huo Li noticed her worried expression early on.
Why are you unhappy?
The words were questioning, but there was a hint of certainty in his eyes; it must be about crickets.
After all, she had said a few days ago that she would bring crickets with her.
Jian Zian and the others urged them every day.
Ning Yao glanced at him and could see the concern in his eyes. He was indeed a true friend.
"I've encountered a very difficult problem."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Huo Li took out a small wooden box from his clothes.
Huo Li smiled smugly: "I knew it all along, it's for you."
Ning Yao: "..."
But he still took the small wooden box from her, opened it, and saw a cricket inside.
With its round head and long legs and whiskers, it's clearly a strong and powerful male cricket.
Ning Yao was stunned for a moment, then her face quickly lit up with a look of surprise.
"For me?"
Huo Li smiled and said, "Yes."
I knew this was what was bothering her.
Ning Yao's eyes narrowed with laughter, and she couldn't help but reach out and pat his shoulder.
"You really are my good friend!"
What are you doing?
Two voices rang out simultaneously.
Ning Yao and Huo Li turned around and saw Ning Yiwen standing on the corridor, looking at them with a frown.
Ning Yao subconsciously hid the small wooden box behind her back and called out, "Brother Ning."
Ning Yiwen frowned even more as he watched her hide the things.
Huo Li felt that he had already given his gift, and his relationship with Ning Yao was not so good that he needed to call Ning Yiwen "Brother Ning".
He nodded and politely gave the space to Ning Yao and her "siblings".
After Huo Li left, Ning Yiwen took a few steps to stand in front of Ning Yao.
"Give me what you've hidden."
Ning Yao shook her head, "No, Brother Ning, you already killed one last night."
It's a cricket.
Ning Yiwen realized it.
But at this moment, he really didn't know whether he should focus on whether Ning Yao was still thinking about playing with crickets, or when Ning Yao and Huo Li had become so close that they could exchange gifts.
After a long silence, Ning Yiwen spoke up: "Don't take other people's things. Return them."
“That won’t do.” Ning Yao shook her head subconsciously. “If I return it, Huo Li will be unhappy.”
He was very happy when he saw the way she held the gifts.
She had already planned it out; she would prepare some small gifts to give back to Huo Li later.
“But I’ll be unhappy if you accept his gift.” The words came faster than her thoughts.
Ning Yiwen froze as soon as he spoke.
He should have said...
What should he say?
"In short, return it." Ning Yiwen left without waiting for Ning Yao to speak.
The turning back view showed a hint of dishevelment and hasty escape for the first time.
Ning Yao held the wooden box with great reluctance and gently touched the cricket inside.
He said to the cricket, "Brother Ning said he can't accept you, I'm sorry."
She was so reluctant to part with it.
But there's nothing we can do.
Ning Yao took a deep breath and, after returning to the classroom, placed the small wooden box on Huo Li's desk.
"I'm sorry. Brother Ning won't let me accept it."
The whole class was stunned—
Huo Li sent her something?
And then it was returned?
Unexpectedly, Huo Li wasn't angry at all. He simply put the small wooden box back and glanced around discreetly.
"It's nothing. It's your brother who disagrees."
Those around them were so astonished that their jaws nearly dropped.
Huo Li has been in the class for so long, but he has hardly spoken to anyone.
These days, they don't even get angry when the gifts they've given are returned.
Is he really that good-tempered?
That's naturally not the case.
So, everyone's eyes turned to Ning Yao.
Her long hair was braided into a large braid, and she wore a dark blue jacket and black trousers, with ordinary black cloth shoes on her feet.
Aside from an overly fair and radiant face, she looked like a country bumpkin.
Watching Ning Yao return to her desk and sit down, he still couldn't understand how she and Huo Li, two people from such different backgrounds, had started talking to each other.
Even Bu Shuli treated her differently.
When she returned, she asked in a low voice, "Do you know Huo Li?"
Wan Hongye behind him also quieted down a lot, leaning forward and perking up her ears.
She wanted to hear it too.
Ning Yao simply responded with a soft "Mmm".
She was still brooding over losing her cricket.
The more casually something is said, the more weight it carries in the ears of others.
Even Wan Hongye, who was standing behind, fell silent.
Does she really know Huo Li?
And her comments about me...
Wan Hongye couldn't help but raise her hand and gently touch the blue coat in front of her.
After Ning Yao turned around, she asked, "Are you saying I wasn't comparing me to Huo Li?"
Unexpectedly, Ning Yao shook her head, "Why would I compare you to Huo Li?"
As he spoke, he noticed that Wan Hongye still didn't understand.
Unable to resist, she continued, "Look at yourself. Everyone is dressed similarly, but your hair is dry, frizzy, and the ends are unsightly. How much extra money can someone who can't even take care of their body and hair have?"
Wan Hongye: "..."
Bu Shuli: "..."
Lou Yu: "..."
That seems to make a lot of sense.
Their mothers and concubines were indeed people who were exquisite from head to toe, with every strand of hair carefully cared for.
Moreover, they glanced at Ning Yao's hair, which was jet black and glossy, and as smooth as ink.
Judging from the thickness of the braid, this person doesn't seem to have any hair loss problems.
Wan Hongye choked for a moment, then replied softly, "You don't understand. I call this a modern curl, it's a new style."
Nowadays, many ladies and young women on the streets get their hair curled.
But Ning Yao shook her head: "Whether your hair is curly or not has nothing to do with whether your hair is good or bad, right?"
Wan Hongye seized the opportunity to complain: "Curly hair is easy to damage. I'm helpless about it too."
Ning Yao still didn't think what she said was right.
"Anyway, I think there's always a way, it just depends on whether you have enough money."
As Ning Ge once said, many things can actually be solved by spending money; it's just a matter of whether you spend enough money.
That's incredibly generous.
Wan Hongye fell completely silent.
After a long time, she realized that there really was such a person.
That person also really enjoys messing around with their long hair.
But unlike her, her long hair remained smooth and black, like a waterfall, no matter how much she messed with it.
She just didn't know if the person was naturally beautiful or if, as Ning Yao said, had really spent a lot of money on hair care.
However, she currently has no way to bring this person to Ning Yao's attention.
She went to study abroad.
I don't know how many more years it will be before I can come back.
A note from the author:
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Almost there, just chapters four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, and ten more. The more obedient the female lead is in the beginning, the more rebellious she becomes later. [Cat emoji][Cat emoji]
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