The climate in March is leisurely and comfortable. The willow trees on both sides of the road have sprouted new shoots, and the green leaves add a touch of vitality to the city.
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Ye Qinghe looked out the window casually, and in his sight, a small pink eDonkey passed by. He blinked, and vaguely felt that the cyclist looked familiar, as if... his deskmate Shen Zhou
The car slowly stopped at the school gate, Ye Qinghe put away his small thoughts, carried his schoolbag, picked up the bag and got out of the car.
Entering the first key class, Ye Qinghe immediately saw Shen Zhou who was tidying up the desktop with a blank expression.
He pursed his lips, went to pull out the chair and sat down.
"Good morning, student Shen Zhou."
Shen Zhou was cold and indifferent, as if he didn't hear his greeting.
Ye Qinghe has long been used to the attitude of his deskmate, and he doesn't feel angry at all.
"Here's your school uniform." Ye Qinghe put the bag over, "Wash it, put it on later, or the teacher will scold you."
Monday is the flag-raising day. The school stipulates that every student must wear a school uniform and a red scarf. Anyone who violates the rules will definitely be criticized by the school.
Shen Zhou took out his school uniform jacket. His crumpled coat had already been washed clean, and it was neatly ironed without any wrinkles. There was still an unknown fragrance floating on it, which smelled very pleasant.
He looked at the school uniform for a long time without returning to his senses.
"Ye Ya told me, and she said thank you big brother for helping her."
Leaf buds
A dirty little face appeared in Shen Zhou's mind.
It seems that she is going back.
Shen Zhou was relieved.
"That..." Ye Qinghe leaned closer, "Can you tell me where you found Yaya?"
Shen Zhou put on his coat, took out the red scarf from the drawer and put it on, with downcast eyebrows and a distant tone: "That depends on where you lost her."
There was malice in his words, undisguised malice.
Ye Qinghe knew that he had misunderstood.
However, it is also understandable that anyone who saw Ye Ya's appearance at that time would misunderstand.
"Thank you anyway, classmate Shen Zhou." Ye Qinghe sighed, got up and went out for morning exercises.
After the class in the morning, Shen Zhou was suddenly called to the office by the head teacher. Ye Qinghe happened to go in to get the study materials. When he saw Shen Zhou, he stopped and stood silently behind the door.
"Teacher, did you call me?"
The teacher working at the desk raised his head, "Sit down."
Shen Zhou sat quietly on the chair in front of her.
The head teacher looked at the taciturn, thin and tall boy with a bit of pity, and after sighing heavily, said: "That's right, the husband who has been supporting you contacted me yesterday. Due to some special reasons, he is going to cancel your funding." …”
Shen Zhou's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and fell down slowly and disappointed.
He and his younger brother were from the provinces and could not attend the public schools in the city.
Later, a well-meaning person learned about his deeds and provided him with academic and life support, allowing him to go to this private key middle school with peace of mind, and even found a good kindergarten for his younger brother.
In the past two years, the sponsor has been contacting him through the school. He does not know the name or age of the other party, but only remembers the good deeds he has done.
He is grateful and remembers every bit of it.
"I see, thank you teacher for telling me." Shen Zhou sat up from the chair, bowed deeply to the head teacher, turned and left the class.
He looked dazed and didn't notice Ye Qinghe who was eavesdropping in the corner.
When Shen Zhou went downstairs, Ye Qinghe knocked on the door and entered.
"Teacher, I'm here to get the materials."
The class teacher handed over a thick stack of materials.
After getting the materials, Ye Qinghe didn't leave. He hesitated for a few seconds and asked, "Student Shen Zhou...does he have no sponsors now?"
The teacher nodded and smiled at him: "Why are you asking this?"
Ye Qinghe pondered for a moment, took a deep breath and looked at the head teacher, with a firm and forceful voice: "Teacher, can I help student Shen Zhou?"
puff!
The head teacher just took a sip of tea and spit it out instantly.
Ye Qinghe looked at Zhang Qingjuan's small face, and said solemnly: "I will give as much as the previous sponsor gave..." No, it seems a little little, usually Shen Zhou seems to have enough food and clothing, and he still looks nutritious Looking bad, Ye Qinghe immediately changed his words, "Five times."
The homeroom teacher thinks that these children are so naive, do they really think sponsoring is the same as sponsoring kittens and puppies
She put down her teacup and shook her head helplessly, and said earnestly, "The teacher knows that you are kind, but this is not a play, how can you, a child, have the money to support those two brothers?"
Ye Qinghe, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth and had no concept of money, frowned: "Do you want a lot of money?"
"That's right." The teacher nodded, "A few years down the road, it's going to be hundreds of thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands. They still rent their house now. Although they are renting in Shijindong, the monthly rent seems to be three or four hundred."
Shijin Cave belongs to the slums of Longcheng. The tube buildings are row upon row, the space is small, and the population is dense. Most of the residents are foreigners who come to work to make a living, or disabled and helpless old people. The place was dirty, full of gangsters and thieves, because it was so chaotic that even the government didn't bother to take care of it.
The head teacher felt that Shen Zhou was a pity.
He is smart and hardworking, and he would have had a good career, but he was born in such a family with such a group of relatives.
Ye Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that it only cost hundreds of thousands, "It turns out that it only costs hundreds of thousands to support student Shen Zhou."
if only…
if only? ? ?
Confused, the head teacher heard the boy's voice again: "My dad will give me pocket money every month, I haven't counted the exact amount, but there is always 10 million, teacher, do you think I can help classmate Shen Zhou? "
He has a serious expression, earnest eyebrows and eyes, ten million coming out of his mouth is as easy as saying one or two hundred.
Paji.
The head teacher broke the teacup in his hand.
Looking at the shocked expression of the class teacher, Ye Qinghe scratched his face in embarrassment: "My family seems to have a little money..." ←, said Ye Qinghe, the son of the richest man.
The head teacher came back to his senses for a long time.
Ye Qinghe is excellent in character and learning, and has a docile personality. Because he is too smart and sensible, he will not be worrying about, but will be ignored by the teacher. Thinking about it carefully, he usually goes in and out of the car to pick up and drop him off. Although the clothes he wears are not branded, the materials are not bad at first glance. In addition, he is proficient in musical instruments and fluent in English. He once showed his talent in dancing in front of the whole class.
Such a child seems to be from a wealthy family...
"I'm sorry, Qinghe, the teacher knows your kindness, but besides money, there are other requirements for sponsors. If you must want to support Shen Zhou, you can ask your parents to come forward." Children are very playful, and now it may be just a moment of fun , Turning around and changing one's mind is undoubtedly not a kind of harm to Shen Zhou.
Ye Qinghe thought for a moment, took out his mobile phone in front of the teacher and dialed his father's number.
After the phone rang a few times, a male voice came: "Hello, Mr. Ye is not convenient to answer the phone right now."
"I'm looking for my dad." Ye Qinghe spoke directly, not giving the other party a chance to hang up.
After a long silence, the phone was handed over to another person.
"Hello."
The man's hoarse voice came through the microphone, a single word was clear, but it revealed a strong sense of oppression.
"Dad, I need to talk to you about something."
Ye Linchuan said two words in a deep voice: "Say it."
"I want to help my classmates to go to school anonymously, but the teacher said that parents can do it."
Ye Linchuan didn't ask any further questions, and agreed directly: "Okay, I'll arrange an assistant to deal with it later, if you have any needs or requests, go to him directly." After a pause, "Is there anything else?"
"No more." Ye Qinghe hung up the phone, looked at the sluggish head teacher with a smile, "Thank you teacher, I hope the teacher can keep it a secret from Shen Zhou." After finishing speaking, he left with the information in his hands.
The homeroom teacher sat blankly in his seat with a mysterious expression on his face.
—Damn it, why does she have the feeling that she is being bullied by the domineering president? !
- Still such a small and domineering president!