Pu Chen's attention was not on the content of the note. Her first reaction was that Qin Yu's handwriting was very beautiful. She forced herself to shift her focus, peeled off the note from the table, and stuck it in her English book.
After closing the book, Pu Chen turned his head to look at the back row of the classroom. Qin Yu was leaning his head against the paper, flipping through the textbook. His sitting posture seemed a little casual.
Pu Chen decided to give Qin the answers to the English test papers, and she sorted out the eight papers she had taken before.
For some reason, she completely understood Qin Yu's desire to copy the correct answers. They had to finish their homework until midnight every day, and there were test papers almost every day. Qin Yu simply couldn't find extra time to do eight extra English test papers unless he stayed up at night.
During the break of the third class, Pu Chen sorted out the eight test papers, found a blue binder clip to clip them up, and handed them to Qin Yu.
Qin Yu was not active in class and was always the first one to leave the classroom after class. Now he was not at his seat.
Pu Chen put his English test paper on Qin Yu's desk, and attached a new note under the binder: "Too many mistakes, just bear with it." Anyway, she had already corrected it with a red pen, so it didn't affect him copying the correct answers.
She had thought about copying a copy of the answers for him before, but later gave up. Firstly, she didn't have time, and secondly, it was easy to make mistakes when copying the answers alone, so it was better to copy from the test paper.
"Hey, isn't that Peng Jingyang? Does he know Qin Yu?"
"where?"
"That's the back door. You can see it if you tilt your head."
"It's really Peng Jingyang. It seems that Qin Yu's hometown is our Su City. Otherwise, how could he know Peng Jingyang?"
Following the voices of the gossiping girls in the class, Pu Chen glanced at the corridor outside the back door.
Qin Yu and Peng Jingyang were lying on the platform in the corridor with their backs to the classroom. It was unknown what they were talking about, but they looked very familiar with each other.
"I heard from my classmates that the transfer student from Class 10 was named Qin Yu. I thought he had the same name as you." Peng Jingyang still can't believe that Qin Yu transferred to their school.
In one afternoon, the news that a handsome boy had transferred to Class 10 spread from the second floor of the Grade 10 teaching building to the first floor. Peng Jingyang accidentally heard the girls in the class talking about Qin Yu, saying that Qin Yu transferred from Beijing and was stunningly handsome.
He went upstairs and saw that it was indeed the Qin Yu he knew.
Peng Jingyang didn't mention Qin Yu's experience before the math competition in September. Half a year later, he didn't expect Qin Yu to transfer to another school. He asked about Qin Yu's injury: "How is your recovery going?"
Qin Yu looked downstairs and said, "It's OK."
Peng Jingyang asked again: "Will you participate in the math competition next year?"
"Not interested."
Peng Jingyang said no more. Boys are not good at comforting each other, and comfort seems unnecessary.
Peng Jingyang felt sorry that Qin Yu missed the math competition in the first semester of his freshman year. He and Qin Yu met at a summer camp abroad when they were in junior high school. Both of them were interested in Olympiad mathematics and were more talented than ordinary people.
So when Qin Yu said just now that he was not interested in the math competition, he knew that was not true.
"Have you joined the training team?" Qin Yu asked him.
Peng Jingyang shrugged, "I only got first place in the country."
This time it was Qin Yu's turn to be surprised. With Peng Jingyang's level, it would be no problem for him to enter the national training team.
Peng Jingyang smiled and said, "I crashed during the race." I didn't perform well.
Qin Yu took out his mobile phone from his school uniform pocket, opened the QR code, and asked Peng Jingyang to add his new WeChat.
The school has a rule that prohibits bringing mobile phones, but many students pretend to obey and actually disobey it, including Peng Jingyang.
Students were coming and going in the corridor, and the two of them exchanged contact information as if no one was around.
The bell rang and Qin Yu returned to the classroom. There was a test paper on the table with Pu Chen's name on it. The handwriting on the test paper was neat and the font was delicate, just like her.
"This is given to you by the class representative." His desk mate told him.
Qin Yu nodded, took out his blank paper, borrowed a pen from his deskmate, and buried his head in copying the answers.
He copied Pu Chen's original answers, including the questions that were crossed out by the teacher, without even taking a second look at the correct answers that were corrected next to them.
After dozens of minutes, Qin Yu finished copying four test papers.
There were three minutes left before the get out of class ended when his cell phone vibrated with a message: Mom is in Shanghai and can't come back tonight. There are restaurants near the apartment, as well as several five-star hotels with good food. You can order your own food.
Later, he received one hundred thousand yuan in transfer from his mother.
Qin Yu didn't reply to his mother's message. Today was his first day at school, so his mother didn't have time to come. This 100,000 yuan was probably an apology. His mother always expressed her concern for him with money. She just transferred 100,000 yuan to him the day before yesterday. She probably forgot about transferring money to him.
I should say I never took it to heart.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class. Because it was snowing today, we didn't have to attend evening self-study.
Qin Yu folded his and Pu Chen's test papers together and put them in his bag. He was still the first to step out of the classroom.
Pu Chen carried his schoolbag and passed by the back door of the classroom. The last few rows of seats were already empty.
When she was almost at the school gate, she saw Qin Yu. He was overtaking her from behind, but he probably didn't recognize her and walked past her with big strides.
It turned out that Qin Yu went home through the same gate as her.
The school has two gates, the east gate and the north gate. She went home through the east gate, and so did Qin Yu.
After leaving the school gate, Qin Yu walked across the road.
Diagonally across the road from the school are two high-end apartment buildings facing the street, one of which is rented out. Many senior high school students in their school rent houses in the apartment building and their parents accompany their children to study.
The other is a luxurious large flat, all of which were purchased privately.
Qin Yu walked into the luxurious flat-floor apartment building.
Pu Chen withdrew his gaze and followed the crowd to the other side of the road.
The streets were lined with prosperous and imposing buildings, like the apartment building where Qin Yujia lived, which had more than 50 floors. And less than 200 meters into the alley she was walking on, she would reach the old city filled with the atmosphere of fireworks.
The old town is old and mottled, but it is lively and clean.
There are various small shops and snack bars next to each other on both sides of the alley. When it is time to get off work, the alley is crowded with people looking for food.
Pu Chen's family lives here. It's a four-story building built in the 1980s, and she lives on the third floor.
The snow on the path was not cleared in time and was compressed into ice by passing vehicles and pedestrians, turning it into a natural ice rink. Every step had to be taken with extreme caution.
Pu Chen went straight to a repair shop, where his father was busy repairing an electric car for someone.
My father is deaf and can't speak, so he opened a car repair shop to support his family. Some of the people who come to repair their cars are school students.
When Pu Wanli saw his daughter coming home from school, he asked her in sign language: Are you cold
Pu Chen shook his head and replied to his father with a smile, "It's not cold, the insoles are very warm."
Fearing that his daughter would have too much homework, Pu Wanli asked his daughter to go home quickly to do her homework. He went to the store and took out a thermos bucket, which contained the rice and vegetables he had left for his daughter.
Pu Chen didn't leave in a hurry. He wiped the whiteboard at the entrance of the store and put the whiteboard pen aside.
The whiteboard is the tool my dad uses to communicate with customers who come to repair their cars. They simply write on the board what’s broken on the car and what parts need to be replaced.
It's particularly cold today. Pu Chen patted his father's shoulder and said, "Dad, you should finish work early and go home tonight."
Pu Wanli promised his daughter.
In fact, Pu Chen knew that his father would always stay up very late before closing the store.
The sky was getting darker and darker. The street lights on the roadside lit up one by one, but they still couldn't illuminate the dark night.
The old building is not far from the repair shop, facing the street, and has no property rights.
Pu Chen turned into the building. The stairwell was dark and narrow, and the voice-controlled light was not sensitive. Sometimes he had to stomp his feet for the light to come on.
The old house has two bedrooms and two living rooms, and each bedroom is not big.
My aunt renovated the house after she started working. My father connected the balcony with the master bedroom and customized a corner desk on the balcony with a simple bookshelf. This is her little world. When she gets tired of doing homework, she can open the window and see the bustling street market.
There were two 1.2-meter beds in the master bedroom, and she and her aunt slept on one each.
My aunt works in Shanghai and is very busy during weekdays. She can only squeeze out time to come back to see her and my father during holidays.
Pu Chen put down his schoolbag, took off his coat and went to eat.
The phone kept vibrating and the class group was filled with messages.
Now everyone is home and playing with their phones without restraint.
Class monitor, please add new students to the group.
The squad leader probably doesn’t have Qin Yu’s WeChat account.
I don't know if Qin Yu has a girlfriend in Beijing, alas...
What do you want to do? (smirk)
I can't be a bit of a fangirl.
Even if Qin Yu doesn't have a girlfriend, she won't look down on you. Why don't you chase me? I'm easy to chase.
roll!
They were talking and laughing.
Pu Chen never showed up in the group, but just silently posted hundreds of messages, all about Qin Yu.
Today's homework is four test papers. Pu Chen was distracted for a moment and then buried his head in doing the homework.
The house is always quiet, except for the occasional sounds of the neighbors fighting and scolding.
At half past eleven, Pu Chen finished all his homework.
She has the habit of writing a diary on the bed before going to bed. Today's diary is very short, and the last sentence is:
There is a new student transferred to our class, his name is Qin Yu.
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The alarm rang on time at six o'clock the next morning.
The school requires students to enter the classroom before seven o'clock. Pu Chen struggled to sit up from the quilt and got dressed and washed as quickly as possible.
A hot breakfast was served on the table.
Pu Chen has a small appetite and can't eat much, but her father still makes breakfast for her in different ways every day. While eating, she heard the sound of a hair dryer coming from the bathroom and thought her father had washed his hair early in the morning.
When she went out, Pu Chen put on snow boots and felt warm under her feet. Then she realized that her father had just heated up her insoles in the bathroom.
The insoles are furry and warmer than the previous pair. They must have been bought for her by her father yesterday.
In fact, it was just cold on the way to school. There was air conditioning in the classroom, but my father said it was not good to be cold on the way. Every winter, my father would think of ways to keep her warm.
Pu Wanli put on a thick coat and sent his daughter downstairs.
It was just past half past six, the alley was sparsely populated, and the breakfast shops were steaming.
Pu Chen walked a short distance and turned back, and found that the tall and thin figure was still standing at the entrance of the building, watching her go.
When my mother was still alive, she always said that my father was the most gentle and handsome man in the world. My father was down-to-earth, serious, and clever. His life should not have been like this.
He could have had a bright future, but his wings were broken.
My father was a normal child when he was young, but he became deaf and dumb due to the misuse of medication due to illness.
To make matters worse, when she was in elementary school, her father and mother were in a car accident. Her mother was driving, and she left the chance of survival to her father who was sitting in the passenger seat. Her mother died on the spot, and her father injured a leg.
After all these years of rehabilitation, you can still see that my father walks with a limp, but fortunately he can walk normally without crutches.
Pu Chen waved to his father, signaling him to go home quickly and walk carefully.
When he arrived at the classroom, Pu Chen looked at the back rows and saw that no one was there.
They always leave the earliest and come the latest, and now Qin Yu has been added.
After the morning reading class, Pu Chen went to the bathroom. When he came back through the back door, he happened to meet Qin Yu who was coming out with an English test paper.
Qin Yu called her, "Class representative."
Pu Chen paused and turned to look at him.
Qin Yu asked: "Which floor is the head teacher's office on?"
It seemed that he didn't know that she couldn't speak.
Pu Chen didn't bring her cell phone and left it on the desk. She was just about to use gestures to tell him that a female classmate was coming out of the back door.
Seeing that Pu Chen didn't take her phone, the female classmate replied for her: "Teacher Lu's office is on the third floor, the second room, the desk near the front door."
Qin Yu said to the female classmate, "Thank you." He walked towards the office.
Pu Chen watched Qin Yu's figure disappear at the end of the corridor. She returned to her seat, and the first thing she did was to pick up her phone and swipe the screen. She never left her phone without her, so she put it in her pocket.