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Jing Ling patted Zhixia's shoulder meaningfully, then walked around her and chased in the direction Xu Lun left.

"Teacher Xu, wait for me!" The girl's gentle voice sounded in the corridor.

Only then did Zhixia remember that He Yuan was a student in Xu Lun's current class.

Zhixia stood far away on this side of the corridor and stopped when she saw Xu Lun and the principal who were about to enter the office not far away.

I don't know what He Yuan said to Xu Lun. Xu Lun looked at He Yuan awkwardly and then at the principal. The principal finally nodded with a smile, and then the three of them entered the office one after another.

The office door was closed, blocking out prying eyes from outside.

Zhi Xia originally planned to go down the stairs here, but then she thought about it and instead followed He Yuancai's footsteps and took a further detour.

When passing by Class 2, Grade [-], several girls were leaning against the wall and talking quietly.

"He Yuan doesn't really like Teacher Xu, right? It's shameless to chase after him every time after class!"

"That's right! Just because I keep pestering Teacher Xu because of his kindness, Teacher Xu will probably be angry to death."

"Teacher He has been really unlucky for eight lifetimes. Even if you teach hard, you can get entangled with that kind of person. Sure enough, Teacher Xu should not have helped her from the beginning. There is no reward for being a good person. Instead, she got into trouble. "

"Do you think the head teacher knows about this?"

"I must know. Last time I was in the office holding my homework, I saw Lao Li warning her."

"Hey! Then she didn't even listen to the warning. Girls are so shameless. Teacher Xu is really miserable."

Zhi Xiame passed by them without squinting, looking like an unrelated passerby, and did not attract any attention.

Passing by Xu Lun's office quietly, Zhi Xia glanced sideways.

The door was closed tightly, leaving no gaps. Zhixia couldn't see what the people inside were doing.

Feeling helpless, Zhixia kept walking and quickly left along the stairs in front of Xu Lun's office.

After returning to the dormitory, Zhixia locked the door from the inside and took out the small notebook he brought back from the classroom from his schoolbag.

Thanks to my status, I have the habit of writing a few sentences in a diary every day, otherwise I would really have a black eye.

I should have bought this small notebook since the first year of high school. The first pile of the diary basically records my daily expenses from Monday to Friday, such as how much I spent on three meals a day, accurate to the minute.

However, on Saturdays and Sundays, I will earn about 50 yuan a day, which is almost over [-] yuan in two days. I can maintain the amount of money I spend on meals during the school day recorded in this diary.

Almost a week's worth of accounting will be crammed into one page.

From about the middle of the first semester of high school, the expenses in the diary seem to increase significantly, and the related expenses are mostly the purchase of daily necessities. For example, the rag doll that Zhi Xia saw in her dream before was spent. Bought for nearly 50 yuan.

At the same time, the income on Saturdays and Sundays also began to be intermittent. Sometimes there was only one day of income, and sometimes there was no income on both days.

However, during this period, it was obvious that I was in a good mood when keeping a diary. In front of these positive and negative numbers, I drew a few smiling faces or some simple cartoons from time to time.

This situation lasted for about a semester and a half, which added up to almost one year - one year in high school.

Nothing has been recorded in this notebook since the end of my first year of high school.

Zhixia looked through this small diary for a while, and after confirming that there was nothing useful anymore, she put the diary away.

Looking at the calendar hanging on the wall, today happened to be Friday, if it was what she thought.

She should be going home after her evening study session today.

A student who lives on campus can make some money while spending nothing on Saturdays and Sundays. Isn't that a part-time job?

Just as he was thinking about it, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a girl with short hair walked in carrying a schoolbag.

"Why are you still here?" Fang Qi's cold eyes flashed with surprise.

"I'm not leaving today. I'll go back tomorrow." Zhixia paused and said tentatively.

Fang Qi glanced at Zhi Xia and said, "Oh."

Zhi Xia guessed that she had guessed correctly, and felt slightly relieved.

Fang Qi had no intention of talking to Zhi Xia. He took off his schoolbag, took off his shoes, and then climbed onto the bed with the notebook and pen on the table.

Sitting quietly on the bed, Fang Qi stared at Zhi Xia's back and kept looking at it.

Zhi Xia sat quietly in her seat, feeling the gaze from behind like thorns in her back.

It is said that people have two very magical abilities.

One is that when answering questions in class, you can always accurately predict that the teacher will call you to stand up and answer questions you don't know the next second.

The second is that even if you can't see it, you can still receive the eyes of others exactly.

Things that ordinary people can do, let alone people like Zhi Xia who have been in the game for so long, are most sensitive to other people's undisguised ill intentions.

It's really strange.

The other two people in the same dormitory both hated me so blatantly.

Zhixia sighed slightly and decided not to think about the unanswered questions for the time being. She took out her mobile phone. Zhixia held it and sent a message to Shen Fu.

This is the result of poverty. Zhixia assessed his economic situation and felt that he did not have extra money to open traffic, so he could only communicate with Shen Fu briefly and concisely through text messages.

"I may have to go back to my home with this status tomorrow. I can't stay in school. I suggest you pay more attention to Art Building 304."

"Where are you now?"

"dormitory."

"I have something here. Come downstairs. It's hard to talk on the phone."

Zhixia replied yes, and then went downstairs carrying the medical kit on the table.

Wang Chunhua was coming out of the public washroom on the first floor carrying a washbasin, with drops of water on her face.

Zhixia stopped and handed her the medicine box in her hand, "Thank you, auntie."

The expression on Wang Chunhua's face was still the same as in the afternoon, with a bit of inexplicable strangeness. She shook the water on her hand. Wang Chunhua took it and gave a hesitant hum.

Zhi Xia looked at Wang Chunhua for a few times, turned around and walked out quickly.

Shen Fu was already standing downstairs waiting for her.

It was already time for all evening self-study classes to end, and girls would come back carrying schoolbags from time to time.

When I saw the figure downstairs, I couldn't help but look at him gossipingly.

Zhixia took Shen Fu and tried to avoid the crowd as much as possible.

After finally finding a relatively secluded place, Zhixia let go of Shen Fu's hand.

"What's wrong?" Zhixia felt that the look on Shen Fu's face was not pretty.