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Chen Dong arrived at the classroom just before the start of morning self-study.

To his surprise, Ye Wanwan hadn't arrived yet. He glanced at the front row of seats and went straight to the back.

Shuya arrived and quietly read a book by the window. Her usual close friends weren't around her, making her seem a little lonely, but Chen Dong didn't care.

Zhou Jianping saw Chen Dong shrink back and lower his head, and Chen Dong didn't even bother to talk to him.

"Hiss~ Whoosh~ Hiss~"

Chen Dong had only been sitting down for two minutes when he heard a hissing sound. He looked up and saw Ye Wanwan helping Liu Yumo into the classroom.

He walked with a slight limp, a pained expression on his face, and was still holding the down jacket Chen Dong had given Ye Wanwan the night before. He guessed that the silly girl was too embarrassed to wear it into the classroom, so she gave it to Liu Yumo when she met him on the way.

"What's wrong? You've gotten lame overnight?" Chen Dong asked, looking at Liu Yumo's limping figure with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

"Brother Dong, you lied to me." Liu Yumo glared at Chen Dong, looking angry and aggrieved.

"What did I lie to you about?"

Chen Dong glanced at Ye Wanwan, who shook her head, and then looked at Liu Yumo, finding it amusing.

"You said your dad's mentally ill but he's fine, I said that once and he beat me up, good grief, the tigress even joined in, it turned from a one-on-one fight into a mixed doubles fight, she gave me a good beating... ouch..."

Liu Yumo sat down carefully, but then jumped up and cried out in pain because of a sore bottom.

"Pfft~"

Ye Wanwan wanted to laugh, and the students in the front row also wanted to laugh, but they tried their best to control themselves. Only Chen Dong laughed out loud.

He looked at Liu Yumo in disbelief. "You...you're saying your dad's mentally ill?"

"Ugh~" Liu Yumo looked like he was really sick.

"That's exactly what was said, word for word?"

"Purely original words."

"Then you're really sick, this beating is justified."

Chen Dong shook his head speechlessly.

I guess this guy learned something from his house yesterday, and then put it into practice when he got home last night. He even gave a succinct and direct critique, so he deserved to get beaten up.

The original owner had such a deep influence on this guy?

But being beaten is a good thing, at least I didn't run away from home like before, which is probably a kind of change.

"Ring ring ring".

Soon the bell rang for morning self-study, but Ye Wanwan didn't even have time to take out her test paper and dictionary.

"Study on your own first, then give it to me after class," Chen Dong said to Ye Wanwan with a smile.

This morning was English self-study. Guo Rong walked into the classroom when the bell rang, Ye Wanwan quickly returned to her seat, and Liu Yumo also sat down despite the pain, hissing in pain.

He adjusted his posture, leaned closer to Chen Dong, and grinned.

"Brother Dong, you know what, your methods were actually quite effective. Even though I got a beating, my dad didn't scold me in the end. Instead, he praised me a couple of times. It felt like the sun rose in the west."

As a son, you want your father's approval. It's hard to describe the feeling when a father who only scolds you suddenly gives you praise and affirmation.

"My mom praised me too and was going to give me a 500 yuan reward. I wanted 1,000 yuan, but she managed to get it down to 300." Liu Yumo was happy but also a little disappointed.

Or rather, regret.

I should have known better than to haggle.

As he spoke, he took out the money and stuffed it into the pocket of the down jacket that Ye Wanwan had given him, which belonged to Dong Ge.

"What do you mean?" Chen Dong looked down, somewhat puzzled.

"You need money now, brother, this is all I have." Liu Yumo stuffed the money into Chen Dong's pocket and handed him the down jacket.

Thanks!

Chen Dong didn't stand on ceremony with him.

Liu Yumo's family is even better off than his; both his parents are senior executives in their companies and are considered elites. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so busy that they don't have time to take care of their son.

Surprisingly, Liu Yumo was actually happy to be beaten.

But he didn't take it all. He took out two bills from his down jacket pocket and handed them back to Liu Yumo, saying, "I'll take one hundred, you keep the other two hundred."

"What do you mean, Dong-ge? Are you looking down on me?" Liu Yumo was stunned.

"Do I have to respect you?"

Chen Dong jokingly looked disgusted, but Liu Yumo was getting a little anxious.

"Here, take it. Use it to top up your lunch at the cafeteria." Chen Dong didn't want to tease him any further and simply handed him the money.

I'll go home for lunch.

"Does your manufacturer have time to cook for you?"

"No, they prepare it for me in the morning, and I can just heat it up when I get home."

Anyway, his house is a school-adjacent apartment, not far from the school. If he walks fast, it's only a ten-minute walk. The house is also warm, so he might even be able to take a nap.

He can't sleep in class now, he's sleepy.

Chen Dong suddenly looked at Ye Wanwan in the first row, pondered for a moment, and said, "We have to eat dinner eventually. There are three of us, so we'll be relying on you for dinner for the next few days."

Liu Yumo noticed Chen Dong's gaze and suggested, "How about we all come to my house for lunch?"

"I have plans, so don't worry about lunch."

……

office.

Zhou Houdong's class doesn't have a morning self-study session for Chinese, but he still arrives early to prepare to grade essays because there is a Chinese class in the morning.

Yang Xuesen and the others arrived very early, checked on their respective classes, and then returned to the office to prepare for today's review lessons.

"This essay from Class 3 is a real worry for me."

After reviewing the papers for a while, Zhou Houdong felt a tightness in his chest and picked up the thermos on the table to take a sip of water to calm himself down.

"The composition section accounts for a significant portion of the Chinese language score."

Other teachers chimed in.

"It accounts for a very large proportion. The essay accounts for 60 out of 150 points in the college entrance examination. It is an absolutely crucial point that cannot be lost if you want a high score. But these kids in Class 3, I just want to give them some encouragement points. Very few of them can even get 40 points."

Zhou Houdong shook his head and sighed bitterly, holding his water glass.

Either the theme is not clear enough, or the structure is very loose, and the whole thing is just rambling with no highlights. How can the teacher give it a grade?

"Teacher Zhou, please put in a little more effort. If it really doesn't work, I'll arrange for you to have a few more consecutive classes and also work on your composition," Yang Xuesen said, looking up. He knew the importance of composition.

"Sigh, I'm so tired," Zhou Houdong sighed.

But no matter how tiring it is, I have to teach. Compositions account for a large proportion of the score and are also the part that is easy to score points in. If you master this part, even if you are not good at Chinese, you can still get some points.

Every point in the college entrance examination is extremely precious.

He took a sip of water and continued grading.

"Hey, this essay is pretty good."

After reading a few more, he was suddenly struck by the one in front of him. Curious about who wrote it, he looked at the name and exclaimed in surprise, "It was written by Chen Dong!?"

Yang Xuesen and the others didn't pay much attention at first, since every class had a few students who were good at Chinese composition, and Ye Wanwan from Class 3 was one of them.

It's not surprising to see a good essay.

But the name Chen Dong made them look up in disbelief.

"Chen Dong? He's a good writer?"

Yang Xuesen was surprised. If yesterday's conversation in the office about Chen Dong was merely about his change, then this time Zhou Houdong was truly praising him.

It's hard to come by.

"Well, I know that Chen Dong's grades are mostly in Chinese, but he never seems to get high scores on his compositions. He rarely gets over 40. But if I were to grade this one, I would give it 55."

How many?

Yang Xuesen and the others were shocked. Several teachers present put down their work and looked at Zhou Houdong in disbelief.