The voice of the head teacher on the stage stopped.

"Zhang Fanruo."

She put down the chalk: "Go out and see what's going on."

“…”

Zhang Fanruo stood up with his head down, not daring to look at the eyes of his classmates around him, and quickened his pace and ran out. As soon as he left, the classroom was no longer quiet. The expressionless person in front of him smiled and whispered to the front and back tables.

"It must be Zhang Fanruo's crazy mother is here again..."

"It's a pity that I haven't finished school now, otherwise I can go over and take a look..."

"You want to see his fucking ass?"

Bang bang bang-

The head teacher patted the table before people calmed down again.

At the school gate, Zhang Fanruo ran over panting. Several guards at the door gathered together and looked at the other end with a smile. A woman with loose hair and dressed in a down jacket stood with her head down. In front of her, a middle-aged man in a white shirt and suit pants scolded her with his hands behind her back. When he saw Zhang Fanruo coming, he walked over angrily.

"Student Zhang, I will repeat to you again that school is a place for learning, not a place for your family to make trouble. I don't care about your family's situation, but you must tell your dad that I don't want such a thing to happen again! Listen clearly without hearing it!"

“…I heard it clearly.”

Zhang Fanruo lowered his head and promised.

The middle-aged man was a little helpless. This was not the first time he promised it, but it was still time to come and take a look. If it weren't for his class teacher's dissuasion, the school would have fired the student long ago.

Dingling dingling dingling-

At this time, the bell rang and the students who were not dragged out rushed out to the cafeteria for lunch. Someone saw the situation here upstairs and called his friends to lie on the railing and smiled at the "good show".

"Let's go."

The director waved impatiently: "Send your mother back, come over to class when it's done."

Zhang Fanruo walked back with his silent mother.

He was not angry because he knew what was going on because he saw the scars on her face, so he asked, "He was drunk again and then came back? Didn't he let you hide?"

"I was having a meal at that time..."

The woman raised her forehead, which was blue, with tears in her eyes: "Then he hit me, I ran away, I was afraid, so I had to come to find you."

Zhang Fan nodded weakly.

There was no expression on his face. When he passed by a shop, the woman raised her head and moved her nose, and looked back at him: "Are you hungry? I'll ask for something for you to eat."

“…”

No response was received.

The woman turned her head, but saw that his eyes were a little red, and her tone was a little panicked: "Mom forgot that she couldn't ask others for something to eat. If you don't want it, let's go home, I'll pick peaches for you when you get home."

Zhang Fanruo quickly closed his eyes, and then opened his eyes and smiled: "Yes, we can't ask others for it, I have money, I will take you to eat."

He led the woman inside.

He mainly mixed noodles for four yuan to the store. When the hot noodles were on the table, the woman excitedly picked up the chopsticks, but she couldn't mix them. Zhang Fanruo took the chopsticks and mixed them evenly for her. The woman's eyes widened when she ate them.

"It's so delicious! It's so delicious, try it!"

She pushed her face over excitedly like a little girl.

Women's illness is sometimes better and sometimes worse, and they are not able to communicate at all when they are bad. They are like this now. They can remember some things, but they are just like a child.

"You eat it."

Zhang Fanru took out the two peaches in his pocket and wiped them with his sleeves: "I haven't eaten the peaches you picked for me yet. Is it sweet?"

"You eat it, it's sweet."

The woman happily picked up the chopsticks: "I'll leave the noodles for you later."

“…”

The noodles mixed with peanut butter were so fragrant. The woman ate them in big mouthfuls and was completely immersed in the happiness of the most delicious food in the world. But when she remembered the fact that the noodles were kept, there was only some juice left in the bowl.

"I've eaten too fast."

She threw the chopsticks on the table in panic: "I didn't pay attention, the noodles are gone, the noodles are gone..."

She kept mumbling.

Zhang Fanruo knew that this was a sign of illness, so he hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her: "It's okay, mom, I'm full, I've eaten both peaches, I can't eat them even if you let me eat them."

On the other side,

The female shop owner who had been watching the mother and son came over: "Yes, it's okay, I'll give you another copy."

The woman's mood slowed down a little.

Zhang Fanruo politely rejected the owner's kindness and helped the woman walk away. The woman kept blaming herself on the way, whispering that she shouldn't have eaten so much, and that she really tasted something.

"It's really okay."

Zhang Fanruo coaxed her like a child: "If you think it's delicious, I'll bring you here to eat in the future."

"no."

The woman who blamed herself grabbed his hand: "You will take me to eat this time, and next time I will take you to eat, let's have two bowls."

"…good."

Back home,

The house was a little messy, the bedding and the things in the drawer were turned to the ground, and the money on the table was gone. Zhang Fanruo packed the things and wiped the woman's forehead and then ran back to school after finishing it.

At this time, two classes have been held.

After school was over in the afternoon, he did not go to evening self-study, and ran more than ten miles of mountain road back, cutting pig grass and cooking, everything seemed like yesterday.

When everything is busy and the night is quiet,

He sat at the door holding the textbook like he did yesterday, took off the shoes with only a thin layer of soles, and there were a few blisters on the soles of his feet. He held the needle and burned it red with fire, and then spread the diary he had recorded during the day.

The courses in the third year of high school are very tight.

Today he has finished a few classes. In class, he can't see the blackboard clearly. He can only concentrate on recording the content he hears, but over time, it is inevitable that he will fall behind.

Zhang Fanruo was prepared for this mentality.

His grades are not very good. He is probably not able to maintain his current ranking in the middle and lower reaches of the class in the next few months. He dare not think about 985 and 211. It is a bit difficult to get a university, but can he get into a university, right?

Then there is hope.

He spread out his notebook that he recorded during the day, and his brows frowned after passing. There were two pages of content on the notebook, and his handwriting was different from him. They were all test points and questions that he had not heard. Who remembered them for him?

...

In the evening self-study classroom, there are still teachers giving lectures to students below. It is only a few months since the college entrance examination. All teachers and students are taking the time to make the final sprint.

Even Zhang began to regain his college entrance examination memories at the age of four.

During the day, the number teacher said that he was spitting on the stage. In places where everyone couldn't see, Zhang Fanruo also held paper and pen and textbooks and listened while listening.

Although it has been many years since he got into the college entrance examination,

However, thanks to his gradually stronger intellectual hardware and talent, he only needs to read the knowledge points in high school and get back the previous level by scrubbing the questions.

That's right,

He plans to help Dafanli get into a better school.

After the system gave him permission, he was able to initially interfere with the reality of the world. After he studied for a while, he would be able to give lectures to Dafanwei after he was sure he had no problems.

In addition to academics,

In life, he is also ready to take the initiative. Although he is not an Arab magic lamp, he can also play a guest role as a white beard... a black-haired child.

Dingling--

The evening self-study was over, and it was almost late at night. Before leaving, the math teacher Lao Li did not forget to give a few words, and rode his little electric donkey home amid the sound of goodbye among classmates.

So tired today,

You have to have two people go home.

The quality of the students in the class this year is very good. Tsinghua and Peking University dare not say that it is not a big problem to get a few 985 exams. In this way, the year-end benefits and parents' rewards will look promising.

Bang-

After stopping the car, the car was dark after the lights went out. Old Li was used to it. After all, the town had this condition. However, just as he was about to go upstairs, someone suddenly blew a sip of cold wind on the back of his neck.

"Hahaha--"

The cold wind was mixed with the laughter of a child who was close to him. Old Li blinked and his blood pressure rose rapidly.

...

the next day,

As soon as the genius was dawn, Zhang Fanruo woke up under the influence of the biological clock. He stared at the dark ceiling for a while, then lifted his sore feet and started working.
To be continued...