Buddhist small green plum

Chapter 23
The next day was Monday, Qingran suffered from insomnia and did not fall asleep until two or three in the morning.

When I woke up the next day, my head was a little dazed. Li Qingmo had two dark circles under his eyes, and he was even more dazed than her.

The aunt who cooks came to work yesterday, and she was shocked when she saw the brother and sister in this state early in the morning.

Li Qingmo sat at the dining table drinking oatmeal, the long-lost taste awakened him to three points of drowsiness, and he praised without hesitation: "Aunt Liu is still good at your craft."

God knows that during this period of time, he cooked breakfast every day and almost collapsed.

The two brothers and sisters were brought up with the help of Aunt Liu, and they have long had a deep affection for them.

Aunt Liu smiled kindly, and brought out two more dishes: "Eat more if it tastes good."

Qingran ate quickly, said goodbye to Aunt Liu and left with a book.

Li Qingmo slurred and shouted from behind: "Hey, Qingran, are you waiting for me?"

Every Monday at 7:30, the school raises the national flag on time.

Qingran arrived at the school at ten past seven, and there were not many people in the class.

Wen Shiyi came earlier than Qingran, she may have cried last night, her eyes were a little swollen, when she saw Qingran, the corners of her mouth habitually raised a smile.

"Qingran, good morning."

"Morning." Qingran nodded and smiled back.

As soon as Qingran sat in her seat, Wen Shiyi came over. She held two mobile phones and put them on Qingran's desk, "This is your and Ruan Ruan's mobile phones. My sister asked me to bring them to you."

Qingran thanked her, and put her mobile phone into her schoolbag. She pushed Ruan Ruan's mobile phone to Wen Shiyi: "You are Ruan Ruan's deskmate. When she comes, you can give it to her."

"it is good."

At around [-]:[-], they were going to stand in line. Ruan Ruan hadn't been to the classroom on Monday, so she usually came by stepping on.

Xie Ying'an was tall, and he stood at the back of the line with a mask on his face.

Qingran's height of 161cm can only be considered medium among the female students, and she stands in the middle of the team.

Next door to class one is the team of class two. Lao Wu and the head teacher of class two met during their inspection. The two middle-aged men chatted happily at the end of the line.

You can vaguely hear words like 'competition', 'Student Ji Yanchen', 'stable victory' and the like.

Sure enough, during the preparatory class, Lao Wu told the five students in the physics competition that they would spend an hour studying and discussing together after school every day.

Xie Ying'an's face hidden under the mask turned ugly.

As expected, Old Wu was still that considerate old Wu. After he finished speaking, he pretended to be kind and asked a few classmates if they had any opinions.

Two students who voluntarily signed up answered no loudly.

A big smile appeared on Old Wu's face. He scanned the class with his eyes and passed Xie Ying'an's raised hand. "Student Wen Shiyi, do you have any objections to staying in school for an hour?"

Wen Shiyi stood up and shook his head like catching a duck on the shelf, "Teacher, I have no objection."

"Okay, very good, please sit down." Old Wu cleared his throat and left a sentence: "Since the students have no objections, then it's settled."

Then he turned and left the classroom, walking quite fast, not at all slow as usual.

Qingran glanced sideways at her deskmate Xie Ying'an.

Xie Ying'an put down his raised hand, flipping through a book boredly, his long and straight eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids.

Sensing Qingran's gaze, Xie Ying'an raised his eyes to look over, the expression on his face was completely covered by the mask, after all, it was not as smelly as before.

Qingran became playful, half lying on the desk and smiling: "Congratulations!"

Xie Ying'an also leaned over the desk, with a bit of annoyance in the boy's voice, "Not as smart as you."

After saying this, Qing Ran couldn't laugh at all.

Even Xie Ying'an thought that her physics score was intentional, let alone others.

Qingran took out safflower oil from her schoolbag and handed it to Xie Yingan.

Xie Ying'an froze for a moment, reached out to take the safflower oil, and when she looked at Qingran again, she had already taken out her book and started to preview in advance.

The boy's fingertips unconsciously stroked the bruised corner of his mouth through the mask. Last night, the lights in the car were bright and dim. He thought she hadn't seen it, but he never thought she would.

No one knew what kind of fatal blow the three words 'lips are soft' that only Xie Ying'an could hear, gave him a fatal blow. At that moment, there was only one impulse in his mind to smash Song Shize's nonsense mouth.

When class was over, Ruan Ruan ran over and told Qingran that Song Shize had taken a week-long vacation.

Xie Ying'an was not there, Ruan Ruan sat on his seat covering his mouth and smiled, "Wen Siqi said that his front teeth were almost knocked out, this is not shameful, hahaha!"

Qingran couldn't laugh, "How do you know?"

"Eleven said that she heard her stepsister call about it this morning."

Qingran frowned slightly and did not speak.

Ruan Ruan was still happy to himself, "My brother An is such a great wife!"

Qingran couldn't be happy at all, Song Shize's father was a prominent figure in F City, Song Shize's usual fights might not be a concern to him, but this time Song Shize was beaten and sent to the hospital, can Father Song just sit back and watch?

Xie Ying'an is obviously not worried about this problem. In his eyes, staying in school for an extra hour after school every day is the most annoying thing in front of him.

There was no math class all morning, and Qingran's nervous mood continued until the afternoon.

In the first class in the afternoon, the math teacher came in with a stack of test papers, his expression was not good.

Qingran had a bad premonition in his heart, and when the test papers came out, the bad premonition came to fruition. The two bright red numbers of 96 points made Qingran's hands holding the test paper tremble unconsciously twice.

Since she was in high school, her worst score in mathematics has not been lower than 130. In her eyes, a score below 100 is a failure.

Today, she got a failing grade in her eyes.

The math teacher explained the last few big questions on the test paper. Before the explanation, he said a few words: "Very few students really let me down with their grades this time. The teacher does not ask you to make up lessons to improve your grades during the winter vacation, but this is the key. During the period, you must at least ensure that your grades will not drop..."

"Students, you are just over a year away from the college entrance examination. What does it mean for your grades to decline during this period? I hope..."

Qingran pursed her lips tightly, her eyes lost her mind as she looked at those big questions.

The steps listed step by step are all correct, but the answer filled in at the end is wrong.

The math teacher obviously also saw the problem, and the red pen circled and circled her answering steps, and finally drew a big cross.

Qingran's math score this time was No. 30 in the class, which was almost the same as Li Qingran's score in the book.

Xie Ying'an took Qingran's test paper to read in surprise. He read it carefully and paused several times on the answer.

The correct thinking and steps to solve the problem, and the wrong answer filled in at the end seems to be deliberate.

After reading it back and forth, Xie Ying'an put her test paper back.

"It's nothing," he said, and there was comfort in the dark eyes that fell on Qingran, "One or two test scores don't mean much."

Qingran didn't look at him, she was still immersed in her own world after the math result came out, unable to extricate herself.

The head hurt again for a moment, and the memories that were so blurred that they couldn't see clearly swarmed in. The bell for the end of get out of class rang at the right time, and Qingran lay weakly on the desk.

The head teacher, Old Wu, called out the names of the participating students at the door of the classroom. Xie Ying'an looked at Qingran lying on the desk, and completely ignored Old Wu's shouting.

Qingran's unusual state made him a little worried: "Are you uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the infirmary?"

Qingran struggled and waved at him.

Wen Shiyi walked over here, and she stopped by Xie Yingan's desk, "Thank you classmate, the class teacher asked us to go out for a while."

Then she looked at Qingran again, and the girl's voice was more curious: "Qingran, are you okay?"

Qingran's head hurt even more when he heard her voice.

"She's fine." Xie Yingan stood up and signaled Wen Shiyi to go first: "Let's go."

The voices of the hero and heroine made the chaotic memories in Qingran's mind connected into a string.

At the same time, at the same place, Li Qingran also ranked No. 30 in the math test in the book. At that time, Xie Yingan and the others were not at the same table.

Li Qingran has long been used to this kind of result. When the math teacher finished speaking, she crumpled up the test paper and stuffed it into the desk with a blank expression.

At the same end of get out of class time, Xie Ying'an and the transfer student Wen Shiyi were called out by Old Wu. Huang Qianyu, who was sitting on the desk in front of Li Qingran, looked at their backs and sneered.

She said: "The attitude of the transfer student is too shameless. Who can't see that she is interested in Xie Ying'an?"

Huang Qianyu's voice was neither high nor low, and it was undoubtedly a muffled thunder in the ears of Li Qingran, who was frustrated in the examination room. Li Qingran looked at the backs of the two of them as they walked further and further away, with jealous starlight in his eyes.

Qingran came back to her senses suddenly, and she sat up straight while enduring her headache.

Huang Qianyu and Sun Xin's contrived laughter was extremely piercing. They whispered and at the same time glanced at Qingran from time to time. No need to guess, they knew that this time Qingran's grades dropped again, which gave them a good ridicule topic.

Qingran collected the math books with a blank expression, and prepared the English books for the next class.

(End of this chapter)