Tree Hole Self-Rescue Guide

Say goodbye bravely and make peace with the world...

"Do you remember how you felt when you first met Zhizhi?" Pei Qiubai walked to the corner of the stairs and looked at Xing Shuyuan, who was two steps behind him, through the railing.

"When I saw you for the first time, the empty space in my heart seemed to be suddenly filled."

Xing Shuyuan's lips curled up slightly with a smile, knowing that such a statement would cause misunderstanding, but the moment he saw them appear out of thin air, it was as if he had experienced countless beautiful dreams, and he suddenly felt an unprecedented excitement deep in his heart.

"So do you want to learn magic?" Pei Qiubai changed his original idea and decided to leave the choice to Xing Shuyuan.

"Is it the kind of space-tearing and battle between immortals and demons described in my mother's book, on the level of that?" Xing Shuyuan bravely made a little joke.

"If you have talent and are willing to work hard, you can do it. But you have to know that once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back." Pei Qiubai expressed his thoughts.

"Actually, Brother Pei doesn't ask. If Wang Cheng wants to learn from you, I will also ask you for advice." Xing Shuyuan followed Pei Qiubai, and the two walked towards the classroom side by side.

"My parents, their identities are not simple either. They thought they covered it up well, but they were often exposed." Xing Shuyuan didn't have any worries. Perhaps another world was his destination.

"They are indeed your parents." Pei Qiubai did not continue. Some things are not yet in time.

"Well. Then Brother Pei, when can you teach me magic?" Although Xing Shuyuan was suspicious of his parents' identities, the blood connection and perception between him and his parents could not be deceived.

"Call me Master, and I won't hold you responsible for calling you that all the time." Pei Qiubai waved his hand and walked to his seat from the wide-open back door of the classroom.

"Then am I the eldest senior brother?" Xing Shuyuan asked while turning his head to the left while sitting in his seat.

"I guess so. Let's study first." Pei Qiubai took out the Chinese textbook from the book stand and started morning reading.

The remaining warmth of summer still lingers in the corner, tearing the calendar at hand in a hurry, waiting to give people a surprise. A hasty downpour washes away the break exercises and brings a ten-minute class meeting.

"Come on, let's hold a class meeting while we don't have to do morning exercises. Is everyone here?" The teacher walked into the classroom holding a transparent glass cup decorated with three or four yellow chrysanthemums. He took out a rolled-up notebook from his pocket and spread it out on the podium, asking the monitor to count the number of people in the classroom.

"Five or six people who didn't come must have gone to the toilet or to get water and will be back soon." The monitor looked at the empty seats in the classroom and made his guess based on his usual experience.

"Then wait five more minutes, we will have a class meeting so as not to delay your classes." The teacher began to wander around the classroom with a cup in his arms.

Gu Ye's Chinese textbook for the next class was placed upright on his desk. He opened the bag of spicy noodles and put it in the hole of the desk. He took a bite out of the hole, stuffed the bag back into the hole, and repeated the cycle. He swallowed the last bite of spicy noodles, wiped his mouth with the tissue he asked from Wang Can, and when he looked up, he met the teacher's half-smile. The spicy noodles bag just fell out of the black plastic bag and fell to the ground, and he was caught red-handed.

"The spicy strips are delicious, Gu Ye. Do you think I'm dead? I usually turn a blind eye to you, but you really treat me as Hello Kitty. I have told you many times not to eat in the classroom during breaks. Don't you think the spicy strips don't taste good? Won't it cause trouble to the students around you?" The class teacher criticized Gu Ye as he bent down to throw the bag into the trash can next to him.

"Teacher, I was wrong. I will write a self-criticism. I will write it now. I will criticize and reflect on myself."

Gu Ye stood up and blocked the trash can behind him. Obviously, there are even more outrageous people who eat durian candies in the classroom during class. They eat the sweet candies while others suffer from the destruction of their sense of smell. The smell next to the trash can is naturally not much better. The taste of spicy strips can be regarded as a freshener.

Of course, this can only be thought about in the mind. If you say one word, the teacher will have 100,000 words waiting. The spicy taste of spicy strips swept over, and Gu Ye picked up the AD calcium milk on the table and drank it with a straw.

"Okay then, just write 800 words. After the class meeting, you can reflect on your behavior." He is still a half-grown child who loves to drink milk.

"Go, get me a glass of water. This is my meal card. I'll treat you to a drink of water." The old class teacher took out a meal card with a cartoon picture on it from his left trouser pocket and handed the glass with one-third of water left to Gu Ye.

The three or four chrysanthemums in the glass sank to the bottom, with only a thin layer of water to the height of the ring finger covering them.

"Can't you go by yourself? Don't you think it's inappropriate for me to hold this cup?"

Gu Ye didn't want to be seen by others while fetching water with chrysanthemum tea, especially Wang Can. If he ran into Wang Can while fetching water, he would be laughed at by Wang Can. He couldn't wash himself clean even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

"Just go out and walk five meters straight, then turn right and go to the water dispenser to get some water. There's nothing inappropriate about that." The teacher never thought that Gu Ye wanted to reject him because of the yellow chrysanthemums.

"Besides, if I go to get water, your queue will be disrupted. It's wrong to cut in line, and it's also wrong not to cut in line. Some people are kind enough to let me get water first, and some people want to buy me a drink. But when it comes to getting water, it's first come first served. If you let me in once, you will have to let me in again.

The students are in class, and the teachers are in class too. When they are doing activities like fetching water during class breaks, they will bump into each other. I have been working for more than ten years, and I am not short of money for drinking water. I am just afraid of disturbing your order.”

"Go quickly, I need to warm up." The old class teacher pushed Gu Ye out, sat on Gu Ye's stool, took out his mobile phone to check messages.

"The time is up, let's not wait any longer. Those who didn't come can wait for their desk mates to come back and tell them about the class meeting." The teacher looked at the clock whose minute hand pointed to eleven, and knocked on the side of the podium with the blackboard eraser.

"It's all old news, but I'll say it again. Don't go to Internet cafes to play games during holidays. Don't go swimming in the river, and pay attention to traffic safety.

Those who are jogging to school should also pay attention to traffic safety when riding bicycles on the way home from school. I arrived late this morning, and at the intersection west of the school, I saw students wearing our school uniform running red lights and rushing to school in a hurry without even looking at the surrounding situation.

More than a dozen people, each with an electric bike, turned running a red light into a normal green light crossing. Fortunately, there was less traffic during this time period, otherwise you would have wasted several lives. You said you were in such a hurry to get up five minutes earlier every day? "

"As for that, you can sleep for five more minutes." Gu Ye responded to the teacher's monologue.

As a high school student who works from 6am to 10pm, there are not many dormitories where you can be quiet when the lights are turned off at 10pm. Late night is the peak time for emotions to overflow and the best time for gossip to ferment. Nightlife certainly will not end with a lights-out bell and lights turned off, it will only become more rampant.

"Life is more important. It doesn't matter if you're late. The disaster that could have been avoided five minutes earlier, do we have to wait until the story becomes an accident before we learn from the experience?"

The old teacher picked up the steaming thermos cup and took a sip of chrysanthemum tea, comforting himself internally, thinking, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. These little bastards who haven't even grown all their fur yet have a long way to go and a lot to learn."

"If students who commute to school do not get enough sleep, they can apply to live on campus in the second half of the year. The intensity of study will be very high later on, and if they live on campus, they may be able to sleep more." The teacher said whatever he thought.

"It's so funny. Even if you live on campus, you have to get up early. Guo Nan told me that their teacher asked us to arrive in the classroom at 6:05. They are on the sixth floor. At 5:55 in the morning, the beds and quilts were folded. They were hiding at the door of the dormitory with their toiletries, waiting for the bell to ring. They rushed out to grab a spot..." Gu Ye and Xing Shuyuan whispered to each other.

"Gu Ye, what are you mumbling about? Come up and reflect on the fact that you ate spicy strips during break in the classroom." The teacher interrupted Gu Ye's unilateral output and invited the male guest to the podium.