Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 13, Four Eyes
"Ms. Luo, it's me, Yang Xiaole."

"Crench!"

Hearing the voice, a man in his early thirties came out from the inside. He was wearing a pair of glasses, a white vest and big blue pants.

He also held a cattail fan in his hand.

Luo Jinping saw him feeling strange for a while: "Xiao Le? Why are you here at this time? I'm going to the countryside tomorrow to send you transcripts and certificates!"

For the student in front of him, he was both in love and angry.

What I love is that this child is very spiritual, and he has always been the first in his studies, and he is good at writing.

What's annoying is that no matter what class this guy is in, he tends to be distracted.

When asked, this guy also said that he was just listening to the class carefully.

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole thought to himself, luckily he came here today, otherwise the other party would go to the village tomorrow and he might not be able to speak correctly, and he might be beaten.

Wang Qiuju didn't know that his mental age was already very old.

If you don't return overnight, you are guaranteed to be beaten.

You can't run against them, because your health is too bad, unless you can't go home.

Looking at the teacher in front of him, Yang Xiaole smiled: "Ms. Luo, can I sleep with you overnight? My parents are not at home because of something."

He knew that Luo Jinping's dormitory was actually shared by two people, but there was no occupant.

Luo Jinping didn't ask him why, but teased him: "What? Don't call me Luo Siyan?"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole smiled a little embarrassedly.

I used to say it casually as a joke in private before, but I didn't expect it to reach his ears.

"Mr. Luo, I didn't say anything."

Luo Jinping didn't care, and smiled, "Okay, come in, and close the door."

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole smiled and followed in.

Inside, a kerosene lamp flickered dimly.

There was a smell of mosquito coils in the air.

There are almost no mosquitos in the room, but it is a bit hot inside.

Two desks, two single beds, just another single bed and desk empty.

Luo Jinping went to the closet, took out a big pair of underpants and threw them on his bed.

Going to the corner again, he took out a mat and spread it on the empty bed.

While spreading the mat, he said without looking back:

"I washed this mat a few days ago, and I will sleep on it.

There is hot water and soap under the washstand, and there is a well at the door, so you can fetch water to take a bath by yourself.

Just use mine, don't wipe your butt.

Wear mine at the top of the trousers. I will wash the clothes by myself in a while, and I can dry them tomorrow. "

The speech is concise and capable, without too much nonsense.

Yang Xiaole smiled upon hearing this.

After getting along for the past two years, he still has a little understanding of Teacher Luo's temper.

Just in style, cool.

He picked up the enamel washbasin, poured some hot water, and walked out of the courtyard with a towel.

I mixed a little water into the press, and some cold water came out.

After taking a quick shower, I washed my clothes with water, and then put on my big underpants and came back.

At this time, Luo Jinping was already sitting on the table with his head bowed and writing the certificate.

Hearing his voice coming in, Luo Jinping wrote the certificate without raising his head and said, "Come here, write me the certificate."

Yang Xiaole didn't mind when she heard the words.

Usually, I don't do this less, because his handwriting is beautiful.

The other party also asked.

The reason he gave was to use the sand table to practice.

Coming to the side, a worn-out pen has been placed on a blank award certificate.

Even the square chairs are ready.

Yang Xiaole knew that although this pen was more broken than the one in Luo Jinping's hand, this was the one he had always used.

Even the one that the school rewarded, he rarely used it.

Then sat there.

Luo Jinping put an image in front of him, pointed to the name recorded in the notebook and said:
"You write down dozens, and I'll write the rest."

Yang Xiaole started to write after hearing the words.

Writing quickly, the neat block letters landed on the certificate, and the speed was not slower than Luo Jinping at all.

This is not a printed certificate of merit for later generations.

There is only one certificate border, and the words on it must be written by hand.

This is a certificate for a three-good student.

There are more than 30 in total, and the other party has already written a dozen or so, and there are more than 20 left.

Luo Jinping just glanced at him, then continued to write his certificate.

While writing, he said without raising his head: "Tell me, what are you thinking about in a daze in class?"

Yang Xiaole also said nonsense without raising her head: "Oh, it's just that sometimes when I think about the teacher's lectures, my brain is not enough. Sometimes I think too much, and I tend to be in a daze."

Finished one and put it aside.

Then write the next one.

Luo Jinping shook his head speechlessly.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole laughed while writing: "Mr. Luo, how long will your teaching last? When will you go back to the city!"

Hearing this, Luo Jinping paused.

His eyes darkened.

Then he recovered his smile and said, "What's the matter? Don't want Teacher Luo to take you? Do you think I'm annoying?"

How could Yang Xiaole say that.

For him, it doesn't matter who he gets to teach.

He really can't stand an old pedant with a straight face all day long.

Then he smiled and said, "That's not true, Mr. Luo, you are approachable, which student doesn't like it."

This is not false.

The other party was really serious in class, but in private, I basically didn't see him get angry with anyone.

In his words, some people don't pay attention to the class during class.

There are students' problems, which are also his own problems.

I didn't teach myself well.

When Luo Jinping heard this, he shook his head speechlessly, this child.

Then he said calmly: "It's been three years, and I don't know if I can make it through!"

When Yang Xiaole heard this, he asked strangely: "Didn't you say that you have been teaching for two years? Why is it three years?"

Luo Jinping smiled when he heard this: "I didn't say 2 years, you just heard what others said! 3 years is a natural year, and 2 years is a verbal vague word, for example, if you want to borrow money, you want to borrow money from us , not a specific amount of money.

For example, if you borrow your pen for 2 days, the 2 days may be several days, not the specific 2 days. "

The corners of Yang Xiaole's mouth twitched when he heard this.

Ok!

He thought it was 2 years!

He was also taught a lesson.

However, he thought of one thing. During a natural disaster, in order to relieve the pressure of food and work in the city, a group of people would go back to the countryside.

It is estimated that the time for the opponent to return to the city will be infinitely compressed.

At that time, they were all mobilizing to the countryside, and they would not accept people from the countryside, even though this is a township.

But these are not things he can consider.

Then quietly wrote the certificate.

The speed of the two of them was much faster. After more than half an hour, the two of them almost finished writing together.

After Luo Jinping saw that it was finished, he put all the certificates together.

He casually took out 2 cards from the bottom, and handed them to him without looking at them: "This is yours, you can take it back yourself, so I won't have to give it to you."

He took out a pencil and two exercise books from the table.

Yang Xiaole took it with a smile and took a look.

A first prize, a three-good student.

His hands are already soft, as for pens and notebooks, they are naturally prizes.

Seeing this, Luo Jinping urged: "Okay, it's getting late, go to sleep!"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole nodded, took the things and put them on the empty desk next to the bed.

Then went to bed.

Picking up the cattail fan that Luo Jinping had prepared, he fanned it there.

After Luo Jinping finished, he blew out the kerosene lamp and fell asleep.

After a busy day, Yang Xiaole is actually quite tired, after all her body has not recovered yet.

He fell asleep after a while.

(End of this chapter)