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Chapter 7: The Crowd

When he walked into the classroom as the bell rang, Ding Yu and Gu Xiaoran had already returned.

Seeing that he looked unhappy, I didn't ask him where he had been.

This class is a math class. The math teacher's name is Cheng, a middle-aged woman with a clear voice and very logical thinking. While Qiu Huoming was listening to the class, he was recalling what he reviewed yesterday.

Halfway through the class, he saw Teacher Huang waving at him outside the back door.

Teacher Cheng also saw it and nodded to signal him to go out.

Qiu Huoming snorted in his heart, it really came.

He walked out of the classroom and found that only Teacher Huang was in the corridor. He looked around but did not see his uncle and the others.

Teacher Huang pulled him to a corner and whispered, "Huo Ming, you have to think it over carefully. The college entrance examination is only a few months away..."

Qiu Huoming was stunned. It seemed that Teacher Huang, like his parents, also hoped that he could give it a try.

"I suggest you take the college entrance examination. At the very least you can get a high school diploma. In the future, this knowledge can still be used to make a living." Teacher Huang said earnestly.

"Teacher Huang, I'm going to take the college entrance examination. Who told you that I won't take it?" Qiu Huoming asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Your great uncle..." His expression froze and his brows furrowed. "Your great uncle is in the office. I didn't ask him to come with me. I want to hear your own opinion, not one influenced by others."

"So, your uncle is just talking to himself! That's too much!" Teacher Huang patted Qiu Huoming on the back, "Go back to class, don't let these things bother you. Also, if you have any questions about your studies, feel free to ask the teacher."

Qiu Huoming looked at Teacher Huang seriously. In his previous life, he didn't pay attention to the things around him at all. It seemed that not only his parents, but even the teacher could see clearly that the only fool was his original self.

He bowed to Mr. Huang and said, "I will try my best. Thank you for your help, Mr. Huang."

It has been a long time since Mr. Huang resumed his teaching status and he has not been treated so respectfully by his students. Only after experiencing it did he realize how precious these things are.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, as if there was sand in them. His voice was a little hoarse, "Go back to class."

He turned and walked towards the stairs, his skinny back straight.

Qiu Huoming walked silently back to his seat from the back door.

"What does Old Man Huang want from you?" Ding Yu asked.

"Let's talk about flies." After saying this, Qiu Huoming opened his textbook and started listening attentively again.

Seeing that he was unwilling to elaborate and pretended to listen to the class seriously, Ding Yu had no choice but to concentrate and prick up his ears. He was pretty good at math and could barely keep up with the progress.

The morning classes were finally over, and the uncle and the others did not come up to find him. Qiu Huoming let out a long sigh of relief. He despised them from the bottom of his heart for deliberately deceiving those who were inexperienced in the world.

Qiu Huoming has a good idea of ​​the main courses he is taking. He will have a placement test on Monday, and he also wants to find out his ranking in the class.

The school provides lunch at noon, and Qiu Huoming took out the food coupons stuffed in the inside pocket of his cotton coat.

In addition to the food coupons, there was a neatly folded fifty-cent coin in his pocket, which was his pocket money for this month.

Compulsory education was not popular back then, and going to school cost money. If there were many children in a family, the burden would naturally be heavier. However, in recent years, going to university is not only free of tuition, but also provides subsidies.

If he fails the exam, he will not stay in the factory here. He will go south to work with his high school diploma. In the future, it will be a hot land. Many celebrities will start there and create business empires that belong to them and the times...

Qiu Huoming packed up his textbooks and notebooks, thinking about other things. Gu Xiaoran in the front row turned around and asked, "Are you going home at noon?"

"If you don't want to go back, how about going to the restaurant outside? I'll treat you, and classmate Gu should come along." Ding Yu, who was rich and powerful, said after waking up his nose.

Gu Xiaoran raised his eyebrows, and then showed a frustrated look, "Not today, I have to go back to eat, I'll treat you another day."

It seems that they are all well-off. Qiu Huoming felt a little sad. Thinking of his only fifty cents and the three grain coupons worth two taels, he said self-deprecatingly: "Save some money. I'm going home to eat steamed buns. I'm leaving."

Today is Friday, and my mother has half a day off, so she must have cooked at home.

Qiu Huoming and Gu Xiaoran ignored the complaining Ding Yu and went downstairs one after another carrying their schoolbags. Gu Xiaoran pushed out a Phoenix bicycle at the entrance of the corridor.

This car is smaller than the average 26-bar model, probably a -bar model. Although Qiu Huoming is envious, he knows that he cannot afford it at this stage.

"Wow, this is a Type 26, and it even has headlights." Qiu Huoming praised.

Gu Xiaoran smiled and said, "You're quite knowledgeable!" She pushed the car to the intersection, raised her hand, and waved at him, "Goodbye."

Qiu Huoming also waved his hand, "Goodbye."

Watching her figure swaying on her bicycle towards the school gate, Qiu Huoming followed her with his hands in his pockets.

Not far from the school gate, I saw several people gathered at the entrance of the alley in front. One of them was a well-known second-rate guy at the west gate, also known as a social idler.

As he got closer, he heard a gruff man's voice in the alley. He didn't sound very old. "I'm not going to eat you. Get in the car. I'll take you home. You guys, take my buddy's car. I'll make sure you all get there."

"Oh, the little sister doesn't appreciate it. You're not good enough, young man." The second-rate guy who was watching the fun added fuel to the fire, biting a toothpick.

Qiu Huoming shook his head. The young people of this era were really ignorant. How could they pursue girls in this way?

As I passed the entrance of the alley, I took a look at the scene inside.

After seeing the people inside clearly, the corners of his mouth twitched suddenly. He thought that the melon had been eaten by his own family.

His older sister and her two female classmates were blocked in an alley by three bicycles. The boy in the lead had his cotton coat open, was riding a bicycle, with one foot on the ground, and was pretending to be nonchalant while staring at his older sister Qiu Hongye.

Qiu Hongye's face flushed red, "Fang Jun, stop pestering me. I don't want you to send me back. I will walk back by myself."

The voice was small and weak, without any momentum.

Qiu Huoming walked around the crowd of onlookers, went behind the young man on a bicycle who was leading the group, and patted him on the shoulder.

"My classmate, there is no happiness in forcing things. You need to recognize the situation and not make the same mistake over and over again."

"Who the hell are you? Why are you meddling in other people's business? Get out of here." Fang Jun turned his head and looked at Qiu Huoming angrily.

He was not tall, but had a strong physique. His hair had not been cut for a long time, covering half of his eyes. His three-white eyes were full of ferocity.

This doesn't look like a student.

Qiu Hongye's face was originally just flushed, but the moment she saw Qiu Huoming, her eyes turned red. She clutched her schoolbag tightly and shouted, "Brother!"

"Did you hear me? I'm her brother, her real brother. Do you think I'm meddling in other people's business?"

Qiu Huoming pushed his bicycle away, squeezed next to Qiu Hongye and asked, "Are you okay?"