Lin Zhaoxi always remembered Pei Zhi's expression that night.
He was sitting under the street lamp, holding a beer can with one hand. Because of the effect of the light, his eyes were deep and his nose bridge was more straight. He obviously looks like a young man with a soft and simple face, but his eyes are sober and firm.
Lin Zhaoxi didn't know to what extent what Lao Lin said and what Pei Zhi said would affect Chen Zhu's life.
But for her, even if she leaves this world, she here and there will always remember the alcohol and sweet potato aroma in the air on this winter night, and remember what Pei Zhi said on this winter night when she was a teenager.
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The next day, before school.
Lin Zhaoxi desperately told herself not to have incorrect expectations. Although Lao Lin is indeed a master of brainwashing, no one will change qualitatively because of a single speech.
So when she stepped into the classroom and saw the basketball flying over half of the class and the entertainment magazines flipping through, she finally let go of her raised heart.
As expected...
Sighing slightly, she walked to her seat.
But before taking two steps, she felt a weight behind her, and someone grabbed her schoolbag strap, and she took a small half step back.
Looking back, the team leader said with a serious face, "You should take responsibility."
"What... what's wrong?" Lin Zhaoxi was terrified
"The classroom is so noisy in the morning, don't you care?"
Lin Zhaoxi was confused, she poked her nose, not knowing what was going on.
The group leader's eyes froze, and he didn't want to talk nonsense with her, so he slapped the table and got up, and shouted at the classroom: "It's noisy, go back to your seat and read a book!"
The basketball fell to the ground with a bang, and the whole class fell silent.
The junior high school students looked at each other, not sure why they were suddenly yelled at, and what "go back to read" is...
But the group leader didn't care about this, and before everyone started whispering, she said, "I'll count to three."
It was too late to say it, and all the students who were standing, running, and sitting in their seats rolled back to their original positions.
Lin Zhaoxi was a little slow to react, but immediately stood out from the crowd.
The group leader had a cold face, and the whole class was silent.
Lin Zhaoxi finally knows what it means to "accumulate prestige for a long time" and what it means to "dominate one's fortune"...
"What are you doing?" The group leader glanced at her.
"Yes... I'm sorry, my leg hurts, I... I'll take my seat right away!"
"As for the language books, organize morning reading!"
Lin Zhaoxi: "Huh?"
The team gave up on her, and shot sharp eyes to the end of the classroom, saying, "Pei Zhi."
Pei Zhi's reaction was always quick, he flipped through the books in the stack, Shi Shiran stood up, walked in front of her with long legs.
Lin Zhaoxi raised her head slightly, Pei Zhi lowered her eyebrows, and there was even a faint smile in her eyes, and he handed the book to her.
Lin Zhaoxi lowered her head and found that it was "Selected Ancient Poems Middle School Students Must Memorize".
She finally understood, is this really asking her to take the morning reading class
Will someone cooperate
Walking to the front of the podium as if she had been chased away, Lin Zhaoxi regained her breath.
Looking around, most of the people in the classroom were forced to look up at her due to the coercion of the team leader.
Pei Zhi had already sat back in his seat, and the group leader dug out his Chinese textbook.
Gradually, one, two, three... Many students then found out the necessary yellow papers distributed by the school.
Of course, some people were still playing, and some seemed indifferent, and some even rolled their eyes at the group leader sitting in the front row as "nosy".
However, it seems that there is no need to care about those people
Lin Zhaoxi opened the book and listened to her pretendingly calm voice resounding in the early morning classroom.
"A total of 120 points for Chinese in the senior high school entrance examination, 60 points for composition. Among the remaining 60 points, there are nearly 40 points for basic points... To put it simply, as long as you master the basic part, you are very likely to score 80 points..."
"I see..." Underneath, the students drawled, "Ms. Li has already said it many times."
Lin Zhaoxi sneered: "Then, let's start? There are 66 essential articles in total. According to the speed of two ancient poems and one classical Chinese article every day, the first time can be finished before New Year's Day, and the rest is fried rice. Morning reading Recite in class, take 20 minutes to write silently in self-study in the afternoon, what do you think?"
"Fine."
"Okay, you can decide."
The boys responded very quickly, and under the leadership of Zheng Matt, they all expressed their support.
The girls didn't say anything, Bao Xiaomeng lowered her head and didn't move at all, only the girl whose mother said yesterday that she had arranged a way out gave her a blank look, as if she wanted to say something rebellious.
Lin Zhaoxi hurriedly stopped her: "Uh, those who don't want to speak don't need to speak up, your opinion is not important. For those who want to memorize it, let's turn to the first chapter, starting from "Guan Canghai"."
The sound of flipping the book and the sound of small talk sounded at the same time. Lin Zhaoxi would bet that there must be a lot of people secretly scolding the team leader and her behind her back.
But when the sound of reading "East Lin Jieshi" sounded, she really couldn't hear those words.
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Will there be any changes
There will always be.
Although it is impossible to clearly see the degree and direction of the change, it is like the cold air constantly blowing in winter, which will always make you put on a cotton coat inadvertently.
Wearing a little more, I don't seem to feel anything, but it just happened naturally.
Brother Sleeping God resumed the regular schedule of sleeping in class before, and no longer absent from class.
Although he still goes to the Internet cafe every day, he still shows up with tired panda eyes the next day.
But one time Lin Zhaoxi saw his computer screen by chance, and found that he was not operating the electronic villain, but browsing game programming and other things.
The boy's face was serious and sad, with the words "what the hell is this" written all over his face.
Lin Zhaoxi also glanced at the screen, expressing that there was nothing she could do to help.
And Zheng Mate will also secretly ask Pei Zhi for math problems.
He used to clamor for Pei Zhi's fast-track method of mathematics, but this time he took the practice questions he didn't know and asked for advice seriously.
Pei Zhi glanced at the topic, took the exercise book, closed it and put it aside.
While Zheng Mate was stunned, he drew precise triangles on the manuscript paper one by one, and began to explain to him from the most basic triangle problems.
"It doesn't make much sense to only do one exercise." Pei Zhi said, "Let me start with the basics of geometry."
Of course Pei Zhi's lecture was very good.
The words are gentle and clear, and he understands the essence of Lao Lin's mathematics teaching so well that Zheng Tianming may fall in love with listening to Pei Zhi's mathematics...
He even changed the daily out-of-school lunch session, and ate sandwiches in the classroom with Pei Zhi.
Once another boy passed by him, Zheng Mate slammed the manuscript paper, pretending nothing happened.
"Brother Tian, what are you doing with the look of being raped?"
Matt Zheng: "How embarrassing would it be for me to study hard all of a sudden?"
The boy looked at him contemptuously.
Lin Zhaoxi covered half of her face, pretending she didn't hear anything.
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When the winter is deeper, it will be completely dark when we leave the school gate.
When it gets dark, people get hungry very easily. Lin Zhaoxi trots home, while Lao Lin is cooking in the kitchen. The aroma of braised pork is indistinct in the cold wind.
She pushed open the kitchen door, picked up the bowl and scooped up half a bowl of rice, before she could put down her schoolbag, she ate at the small table.
"How is the class?" Lao Lin put the lid on the pot and sat down in front of her.
"It's still the same."
"Did Dad's deep and passionate group education not work?"
"It seems a little bit, but it's only been two weeks, Dad, you are not a fairy." Lin Zhaoxi took two bites of rice.
Lao Lin stared: "Isn't it?"
In order to coax Lao Lin, Lin Zhaoxi said with a sneer, "Dad, the first thing you do when you go home for a few days is to ask about our class. You actually care about everyone and love you very much."
Before she finished speaking, Lao Lin, wearing a floral apron, stood in front of the pot and turned off the fire, untied the apron and left.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Lin Zhaoxi called out.
"Bigu tonight!" came the answer from the yard.
Lin Zhaoxi rubbed her stomach and shouted into the yard, "Dad, your big apprentice, Pei Zhi, is about to vomit blood. Do you have any quick geometry method to teach everyone?"
The sound of walking and opening and closing of the door came from outside the house, and there was a big blank space, Lin Zhaoxi continued to eat.
After 1 minute and 30 seconds, Lao Lin sat back across the small dining table with a large stack of manuscript paper, put down the pen and paper, and actually started writing the mathematics lesson plan for junior high school.
Lao Lin finished writing one and put it aside, Lin Zhaoxi quietly picked it up to read.
On the front is the basics of geometry, and on the back is a rough draft of mathematics written by Lao Lin.
Lao Lin is like this. He takes pleasure in doing everything, but he is too serious.
Seeing her father buried in writing, Lin Zhaoxi bit her chopsticks and sat under the small chandelier in the kitchen, laughing.
Although he says he won't teach them, he can't help but care about the children he sees he knows or doesn't know.
People's abilities are limited, but some things can be infinite.
Lin Zhaoxi was moved for Lao Lin.
She looked back at her schoolbag, but couldn't smile.
It contained the same amount of manuscript paper, filled with dense memories of Lao Lin before and after the car accident a year later.
Preventing a car accident is not as simple as a person who is on the precipice of life and wants to counterattack and come back. Although the latter is difficult, it seems that there is always hope if the price is enough.
The former are purely clueless, incalculable, insoluble events.
If it doesn't work, she can only use the dreaming method.
Tell him before Lao Lin's car accident that bad things may happen in the future, pester Lao Lin, and warn him—don't leave.