Chapter 204 Taking Ah Sui out for a walk
The school bell rang at Haicheng Middle School, signaling the end of the school term, and the teacher on the podium put down his lesson plan.
The students closed their textbooks, packed their bags, and left the classroom one after another.
"Ah Sui!"
Lou Yansui was slowly packing his things when Jiang Cheng put his arm around his shoulder.
"Ah Sui," Jiang Cheng asked, looking at his expression, "Is your sister coming to pick you up today?"
Lou Yansui shook her head: "No, only the driver will come."
Jiang Cheng: "Do you want to come play with us?"
Lou Yansui: "Where to?"
Jiang Cheng: "Where do you want to go? I know you're in a bad mood, let's go relax."
Other teenagers also gathered around.
"Yes, Asui, don't go home so early today."
"Let's go play."
"I heard there's a martial arts movie that's been released recently, shall we go see it?"
The crowd offered their advice, one after another, while observing the expression on Lou Yansui's face.
They all knew that Lou Yansui had been in a bad mood all day.
Ultimately, it was because Professor Shen chose He Mingshu as his teaching assistant over Lou Yansui.
A group of people escorted Lou Yansui out of the classroom, and on the way out of the school gate, they repeated words of comfort to her several times.
"Ah Sui, don't take it to heart."
"You and He Mingshu both got full marks, but Teacher Shen didn't choose you. That doesn't mean you're worse than He Mingshu."
"I think you're smarter than He Mingshu. It's because Teacher Shen has no good judgment not to choose you!"
“Being a teaching assistant isn’t good either. It’s called a teaching assistant, but it’s just doing odd jobs. It’s hard work and thankless. You have to help the whole class answer questions and help compile books. You don’t have time to do your own thing.”
"Exactly, that little bit of pay isn't even enough for us to have a nice meal."
"Perhaps Teacher Shen is afraid to order you around."
After all, Lou Yansui was not a poor student like He Mingshu; he was the son of the warlord Lou. Using him for menial tasks would be a waste of his talents.
The boys echoed in agreement.
"Yeah, it's a waste to have you doing odd jobs."
"Besides, Mr. Shen and your father don't get along. He'd definitely go after his favorite student for this kind of thing... Ouch." The boy speaking was nudged by the person next to him.
Someone whispered a reminder: "Aren't you just hitting Ah Sui where it hurts by saying that?"
The boy who had just spoken quickly covered his mouth.
Given the choice between two options, it was clear that Asui was more outstanding, but he wasn't chosen.
Why could that be?
After thinking it over, everyone felt that Teacher Shen was biased.
This choice must have been influenced by a greater emotional element.
What is the biggest emotional factor between an excellent student and a teacher?
That can only mean there's a rift between Lou Dashuai and Teacher Shen!
Everyone in Haicheng knew that Commander Lou and the intellectuals disliked each other, and they often engaged in verbal battles in the newspapers. Shen Zhaolin alone had criticized Commander Lou by name several times for his rude and reckless behavior.
Although ordinary students were unaware of Lou Yansui's family background, the school's teachers were.
Perhaps it was precisely because of the grudge that Lou Yansui's father was the Lou Commander whom Shen Zhaolin disliked that Shen did not choose him as his assistant.
Although the boys didn't say it aloud, they all nodded in agreement, thinking that this must be the case.
Lou Yansui said sullenly, "Enough, let's not talk about this anymore."
"Okay, okay, let's stop talking."
"Ah Sui, if you're angry, we'll get someone to teach He Mingshu a lesson..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lou Yansui glared at him and warned, "Don't bully your classmates."
The boy who came up with the idea was suppressed by the others.
As they spoke, the group had already arrived at the school gate.
Lou Yansui looked around the school gate, but as expected, he didn't see his little sister. Only the driver came to pick him up today.
He threw his schoolbag into the car and closed the door, but he didn't get in.
"Weren't we going to see a movie?" Lou Yansui turned around and called to her friends, "Let's go."
"oh!!!"
The teenagers swarmed around him, surrounding him and escorting him toward the movie theater.
"My dad just gave me some pocket money yesterday, so I'll treat you guys to popcorn!"
"I want a soda!"
...
After dinner, we visited various shops, watched a movie, and then went to an amusement park that stays open until night to watch acrobatics, magic shows, and other performances.
A group of teenagers emptied their pockets of pocket money and had a great time. When they got home, there were hardly any people left on the road, only the stars twinkling in the sky.
The roads were pitch black, the streetlights were dim, and the night in Haicheng was fraught with danger, but a group of teenagers who came together had the greatest courage in the world.
"What time is it?"
"It seems like it's almost ten o'clock."
"It's so late? Oh no! I haven't done my homework yet!"
"It's not just you, none of us have written it, so what's there to be afraid of? Just stay up tonight, and if all else fails, we can just copy Ah Sui's homework tomorrow."
Lou Yansui: "I didn't write it either."
Jiang Cheng put his arm around his shoulder and said with a grin, "But you write fast. You can solve those difficult problems with just a glance. It would take us several times longer to do the same assignment."
After saying that, he patted his stomach and asked, "Are you guys feeling hungry?"
"Jiang Cheng, are you a pig? You ate half a roast duck all by yourself last night!"
"Only half a piece, it's already been digested!"
As Jiang Cheng spoke, he peered around curiously.
At this time, most of the shops on both sides of the street had already closed, and the restaurants were about to close as well. However, there were still a few small stalls set up. He spotted a stall with steaming hot food, where the proprietress was wrapping wontons.
Jiang Cheng asked, "Do you eat wontons?"
The others responded enthusiastically: "Eat!"
The boys swarmed over there.
The stall wasn't big, with only a few tables. A group of them pushed two square tables together and filled the area around them.
The owner of the wonton stall counted the heads and put a tray of small wontons into the pot. The small wontons floated in the large soup pot, emitting white steam.
The proprietress put the pot lid on, looked back, and saw that everyone was wearing familiar school uniforms.
While the wontons were cooking, the boys took out their homework from their bags and started working on it as fast as they could.
"Ah Sui." Jiang Cheng poked Lou Yan Sui with his pen and pushed his own workbook towards her: "How do you do this problem?"
Lou Yansui was speechless: "Doing homework here?"
"Ah Sui, please teach us."
Lou Yansui had no choice but to grab his homework and start explaining it to him.
Perfect timing, this is my math workbook.
He explained the problem in just a few words, making it clear and easy to understand. Jiang Cheng and the others nodded repeatedly and buried themselves in their work.
“As soon as Asui explains it, I can understand it.”
"Sometimes when I'm doing my homework at home, I just can't figure out the answers, and I can't ask anyone for help. I even want my dad to hire a tutor for me. No wonder Teacher Shen is looking for a teaching assistant... Oh dear!"
Jiang Cheng withdrew his foot from the other person's seat, glared at him, and said in a low voice, "Why are you bringing up something you shouldn't be talking about? Don't you know that Asui is annoyed?"
Lou Yansui: "..."
The others quickly buried themselves in their homework.
The wontons cooked very quickly; before they had even finished two rounds, bowl after bowl was coming out of the pot and being served to them.
Jiang Cheng eagerly placed the first bowl in front of Lou Yansui: "A-Sui, you eat first."
The second bowl was for myself.
He smelled the aroma of the wontons, and his stomach rumbled.
The wonton wrappers are thin and the filling is sparse; one bowl is simply not enough to fill their stomachs, especially for these growing teenagers.
Jiang Cheng scooped up two wontons, then looked up and shouted, "Boss lady, cook another bowl for each of us... Holy crap!"
Jiang Cheng stared wide-eyed at the person serving them wontons.
He Mingshu had come to pick up his mother and help her out. As everyone's eyes met, he gave a slight nod to his classmates and placed the last bowl of wontons in front of them.
"Please use it."
Everyone: "..."
Watching He Mingshu turn and leave, I saw that he had changed out of his school uniform and was wearing a patched old outfit.
Everyone, holding their wonton bowls, suddenly lowered their heads in unison, slurping and slurping, not daring to look at Lou Yansui's expression.
We're doomed.
This heart has been wasted.
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