After wearing the book, I started to counterattack

Chapter 213 Teacher Buys Clothes

Feng Le looked at Tang Qing seriously, and nodded, "It's true, teacher, I didn't lie."

"hiss……"

"It's really a genius, there is no talent in a million!"

Tang Qing took a breath, and looked at Feng Le with eyes like a god.

Tang Qing got up immediately, found a chair for Feng Le, and asked her to sit down.

"Come on, sit down, sit down and talk."

Feng Le sat down, and the other teachers' chairs moved involuntarily, and moved to Feng Le's side. It looked like they formed a circle around Feng Le, looking at her eagerly, like a group of children waiting for her. Like telling a story with her.

With this thought in mind, Feng Le quickly shook his head, the teachers in front of him are more than a year older than her, what a kid.

"Then you tell the teacher, are these things happening recently, or have they always been there?"

Tang Qing took a few breaths of cold air, and after calming down, he looked at Feng Le and asked again.

"It's always been like this." Feng Le said after thinking for a while, "I have been like grandma since I was a child. Grandma went to bed very early and woke up very early every day. I waited for grandma to sleep before going to bed every day. She woke up I woke up together."

"It was only later that I discovered that I could sleep for four hours a day. At the beginning, I thought I had some strange disease."

Thinking of the scene where he almost believed the salesman by mistake at the beginning, Feng Le was a little amused.

Tang Qing and the teachers on the side nodded, yes, these things are indeed rarely encountered, and it is difficult to understand themselves.

If it was on them, they wouldn't believe it either.

"Then you only need to sleep for four hours a day. What do you spend the rest of your time on? Reading?"

Feng Le nodded, "Well, from the beginning I read textbooks, and now I borrow books from the library in Yuncheng."

Feng Le reads all kinds of books, which has greatly expanded the scope of his outlook on the world and life in his two lifetimes.

After hearing Feng Le's words, a teacher beside him frowned, pushed his eyes, and asked seriously: "But before this semester, your grades were not satisfactory. What's the reason?"

Feng Le looked at her. This person was a very strict teacher who was feared by everyone in the third grade of senior high school. He even got the title of Miejue Shitai.

"I..." Feng Le hesitated.

Miejue Shitai's extremely lethal eyes fell on Feng Le with a flick, and Rococo at the side interrupted.

"Hey, Mr. Wang, are you interrogating a prisoner with this aura?"

Teacher Wang looked at Rococo, then at the other teachers with disapproving looks on their faces, and slowly put away his aura.

Feng Le glanced at Rococo gratefully, looked at Teacher Wang expressionlessly, and said, "Because I haven't read a book during this period of time, I only read a book recently."

"Heh, as a student with such an extraordinary talent, you don't use it in your studies." Teacher Wang sneered and interrupted sharply.

"What did you do!!!"

"Teacher Wang!" Tang Qing looked at Teacher Wang disapprovingly,

Luo Keke is right. Feng Le is not a prisoner, nor is he a student in your class. What's the matter with your posture of interrogating prisoners?

"It's okay, Feng Le. If you don't want to talk about it, don't talk about it. Just study hard in the future."

Tang Qing looked at Feng Le and said.

"Sorry, I'm a little embarrassed to say..."

Feng Le sighed, looked at the teachers around him, with a determined expression on his face, and said he was embarrassed, but he didn't show it at all.

"For these years, I got up at four o'clock every day, and then, together with my grandma, I went to pick up trash, rummaged through various trash cans in the city, and grabbed paper with sanitation workers."

Feng Le was still a young and thin-skinned girl, but she didn't show any inferiority complex when talking about this matter.

Perhaps at the beginning, Feng Le was a little embarrassed. After all, who can open his mouth and say that he is a junk picker, but as time passed, after he understood how difficult life is and how hard it is to make money, Feng Le knew , it's nothing to be ashamed of.

This is a very inspirational thing. Both the original owner and Grandma Feng are working hard to live, and the labor they have paid for their lives is not high or low, so there is nothing embarrassing about this matter!

Feng Le calmly looked at the astonishment and disbelief on the faces of those teachers after hearing this, and some even squinted and showed disgust.

"Picking up in the middle of the night...picking up paper?!" Tang Qing looked at Feng Le in surprise.

At first, she only knew that Feng Le had no parents, and that he and his grandmother depended on each other for life. They were usually dirty and tattered and didn't like to talk. She really didn't expect that their life would be so difficult.

Thinking of this, Tang Qing looked with pity.

"Yeah." Feng Le nodded, "We pick up paper and scraps every day to make a living. Later, my grandma fell ill, and all the money was given to her to treat her illness. Unfortunately, I still couldn't keep her."

Feng Le lowered his head desolately, "Later on I started to set up street stalls to make money and hang clothes on the space to make money. Fortunately, I didn't eat much by myself. The money was enough for me to live on, so I didn't continue to pick up junk. I have time to read and study..."

Listening to Feng Le's words, all the teachers' noses suddenly turned sour. They are role models, and they never knew that this student's life was so difficult.

There was even a teacher who had complained about Feng Le selling clothes at school before, and felt guilty.

After Feng Le left, the teachers in the office began to discuss whether everyone should support Feng Le.

After all, this is really a good seedling. God has put so many extraordinary talents on her. It's a pity that God opened the door for her, but also closed the window, making her life so difficult and wasting such good talent.

So the teachers decided to raise funds to sponsor Feng Le. This is the last year of her senior year, so let her study hard.

Tang Qing thought for a while, then shook his head: "I still don't want it. Usually, this child has never asked for help when he was in the most difficult time. It can be seen that he is a person with a strong heart, and he will definitely not accept our funding."

"That's right, she can support herself now, we teachers know it too late." A teacher said with a sigh.

It was Rococo, who suddenly thought: "Hey, didn't this Feng Le say that he sold some clothes on his QQ space, all of which were for girls, and we are all women, so we can look at these clothes and help Buying one or two, isn't it helping Feng Le and hurting the child's self-esteem?"

When the other teachers heard it, hey, this is the case!
If they can't wear it themselves, don't they have daughters and nieces?

Anyway, where to buy clothes is not to buy, just buy a few from Feng Le, can't you help her? !
(End of this chapter)