Within two days, the head teacher called me to the office again. In the past, the head teacher called me, but I felt that nothing was good. Now I am getting less nervous, maybe it was a good thing.

After school at noon, the classmates went to the cafeteria for dinner. When they arrived at the office, the teachers left one after another. Wang Zhaoyang sat at his desk, holding a number study book in his hand and asked me, "What's going on?"

That expression was quite serious. The exercise book belonged to me. I just handed it in this morning, and there were indeed many blank questions that I didn’t do. I think as for what I think, I am not the only one with the empty questions, so why do I only look for me? Besides, he is not a math teacher.

But I have a good attitude towards the class teacher, and said with a downed look on my face: "I can't do it."

Wang Zhaoyang became even more serious, and he was glaring at me, "Don't you just tear the book!"

I looked at him with confusion. He flipped the book casually and turned to the one I had stuck with transparent tape. When I was in school, my classmates really did this. Because I was too lazy to write this homework, I tore off that page directly. I felt very smart, but in fact, it was a trick for the teacher.

My face was not good-looking and said, "I didn't tear it," paused and added, "I didn't mean it."

Not only did this page of paper be torn, but when Wu Yuqing and I fought, she beat me, and the paper was held in my hand, and it was very wrinkled, and there were other torn marks. There were also traces of torn marks on the pages of the book.

Wang Zhaoyang seemed to have reacted, changed his face and asked me, "Did you fight with your stepmother again?"

"Teacher, didn't you say you wouldn't mention this?" I said with my eyes hanging.

I don't want anyone to look at me differently or take care of me more because of my family. But in fact, this is a self-deception. If Wang Zhaoyang didn't think I was pitiful, he might care about me so much, but he couldn't say it, and I felt uncomfortable when I said it.

Wang Zhaoyang took a breath, temporarily suppressed the question, and asked me: "Then what do you mean by these blank spaces?"

I confessed, "That really won't."

"Then are you empty?" He was a little fierce, and he answered quickly. He looked at me and asked, "Who are you waiting for you to write for you?"

I talked back, "I can't write nonsense."

Wang Zhaoyang was really angry and glared at me and said, "When you go to the exam room, when you don't know how to take the blank paper, right? If you hand in the blank paper, you will get the grades?"

I saw that he was so fierce that he almost smashed the book directly into my foot. I suddenly felt a little scared, but I was still very dissatisfied and a little aggrieved. It was such a gentle person who suddenly felt aggrieved to me.

I understood all these principles when he said, but it was no. I bit my mouth, and Wang Zhaoyang had already stood up and threw the book in his hand towards the corner of the table near me. "Go and write, start writing from the empty place on the first page, and you can't miss one. Go back to the classroom!"

Seeing him so fierce, I was very angry. On this hot day, I didn’t want to eat or have lunch or do lunch or do questions in the classroom. What a tragic teacher, if you don’t have human nature, you will know the score!

I took the exercise book and turned around and left. At this time, there was no one in the classroom. When I arrived at my seat, I threw the exercise book on the table and wrote it!

Anyway, no one cares. I turned the fan to the maximum, and even my pores were swaying. The weather was very stuffy and it was still not cool.

It's all that's all right.

I am just angry now. I can do some questions and get hungry. I am angry while doing the questions.

I barely solved two questions and found that the difficulty was not that great. However, when I looked at this question type, I knew it was the kind that I didn’t know. I didn’t want to move at all, so I just passed it off.

After about twenty minutes, Wang Zhaoyang came back from buying the rice. He was still two small stir-frying dishes, and this time he brought five steamed buns.

As soon as he entered the classroom, he first changed the fan from gear one to gear four. I was so angry that I dared not speak out. The teacher knew that I could save the school electricity. But Wang Zhaoyang didn't go to the office and sat next to me, put down the dishes, and his voice became gentle again, "Don't cook, eat first."

Have a meal first...

The greeting was very kind, as if it was at home. I looked at him blankly, and Wang Zhaoyang smiled gently, "Eat it, you can't be hungry even if you punish you."

I bit my mouth again and looked at the dishes on the table and felt embarrassed to take the initiative.

Wang Zhaoyang sat down, opened the bag, handed me the chopsticks, and pushed the steamed buns over. I looked at it and bought five steamed buns this time, and he really had three steamed buns to eat.

After dinner, Wang Zhaoyang cleaned the scene and asked me to continue doing the exam. Then he went to his office to pick up a cup of water with a disposable paper cup.

I took it politely with both hands and said thank you. Wang Zhaoyang asked, "Can you do it?"

I shook my head.

He took the exercise book over and looked at it. I noticed that he had two very white hands, and he looked like a sissy student, oh my.

Wang Zhaoyang bent over and looked at me seriously, and asked me, "Who can't do it?"

"I won't even be empty."

He then sat down again, found a piece of paper, and started to draw on it. I could tell, but he didn't know much. He had been drawing for a long time, and had been studying it, looking very serious.

In fact, Wang Zhaoyang is only twenty-five years old, and he is just a big boy. Moreover, he is fair and honest. If he is thrown into the pile of students, he will easily be misunderstood as a student.

Looking at his little look in calculating the questions, I said, "Teacher, did the questions be simpler than they are now when you were in high school?"

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I heard that this is the case. These questions are more difficult every year. I said, "It would be great if I had a few years earlier."

He raised his lips and smiled slightly, "I didn't have a few years ago when I was in high school."

That's right.

Seeing that he was working on this problem so hard, I asked carefully: "Then are you not very good at math?"

"I'm a liberal arts student," he said, pausing and adding, "Besides, it's been so long, I've forgotten all these things I've learned."

I think he is very kind, not like a teacher or a friend.

Just looking at him like this, Wang Zhaoyang finally understood. He turned his head to look at me and handed me the calculation paper, "Look, I'll tell you what step I don't understand."

I looked at the topic according to the title, and it turned out to be what he wrote. Why can't I learn these? Because my foundation is too poor. When the teacher handed over many basic questions, I didn't understand the process and couldn't understand how it jumped over.

But Wang Zhaoyang wrote it in detail, so I can understand it.

I nodded, Wang Zhaoyang looked at me and asked me to write a question. Then I met someone I didn’t know, so he took it over to study it.

When he was studying, I stopped writing and stared at him all the time. Wang Zhaoyang stared at me sideways and signaled me to do whatever I should do, but he couldn't control his mouth and asked me: "What major is planned to take in college?"

"I haven't thought about it."

Still lowered his head and calculated things. He used a chatting tone, "I'll take the final exam soon, and I'll be in my third year of high school after finishing it, and I don't even have a direction?"

There is no direction, and I never dare to think about the future.

Without an answer, I said, "Then why did you learn history?"

Wang Zhaoyang looked helpless, "I was transferred. I reported the law at that time, and the score was low and I didn't get enough."

"Then your grades are not very good," I said.

Wang Zhaoyang didn't look up, and looked at the paper with a kind and kind of handsome look. He said, "Well, compare with me? From now on, I will be a teacher at this elementary school and get a salary of 1,000 yuan a month. Are you willing?"

"Ah, your salary is so low?" I asked casually.

Wang Zhaoyang sighed, "Yes, I can't even support myself, why should I marry a wife?"

I blinked, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Wang Zhaoyang glanced at me, "I care about so much."

I squeezed out a slightly sweet smile, and Wang Zhaoyang also looked at me and smiled, gave me the exercise book, stood up and stretched, "I'm going to go to the director to watch the football. You do it yourself. If you don't know, ask the classmates. If you don't have any, go and ask the teacher, when will you finish all the empty book? I'll let you go back and take a nap, have you heard?"

I curled my lips and looked down at the question.

Wang Zhaoyang just left like this, and I suddenly felt that the classroom was not so hot, as if a cool wind had just blown.

Later, every day after lunch, I would go back to the classroom to do the exams. When I was tired, I would lie down on the table and sleep for a while. I always expected Wang Zhaoyang to come to accompany me and help me do it like the first time, but he had never been there.
Chapter completed!