After transferring to another school, I was at the same table as the school girl who had a crush on

"Ahem——" Old Zhang walked to the door of the classroom with his head behind his back and cleared his throat.

It was 55:[-] in the morning, most of the city was still sleeping soundly, and when the early birds were still in bed, a class of classrooms was already full of people, no matter how far or near the commuting students lived, men and women had arrived One of them never falls.

"Who else hasn't handed in their homework?"

"By the way, who can write the last math problem yesterday, please teach me and save the children."

"Guan Guan Jujiu is on the side of the water, hey, can you not influence me, causing me to recite it."

Representatives of various subjects are urging to collect their homework, and the team leaders are clutching their homework books, and they are flying through the crowd like butterflies; those who encountered difficulties in writing their homework yesterday are seizing the last moment to ask the students; the rest of the hardworking The birds have already taken out their Chinese textbooks and recited ancient poems.

The sound of reading books came from the classroom window, which shocked the sparrows on the plane tree and other students passing by.

Old Zhangtou's cough did not wake up any of the students who were working hard under the noisy background at first.

Only when the representative of the Chinese class was rushing to the office with his homework in his arms, did he catch a glimpse of him standing at the door for an unknown amount of time.

The representative of the Chinese class took a step back in fright: "Teacher? Why are you standing here?"

"It's okay, I'll come over and take a look." Old Zhang took the homework in her hand and said, "Give it to me. I'll take it back later. Go and study."

Being ignorant and being robbed of his job, the representative of the Chinese class only gave Lao Zhang a puzzled look before throwing himself into the textbook.

There is one more week, and the new monthly exam is coming.

They all made up their minds to make a good start with this monthly exam.

No one wants to relax at this time.

Holding his homework book, Lao Zhang stood at the door and stared at the group of children.

The nascent daylight leaks only a ray, the skylight lies between light and darkness,

The 47 faces are not all good-looking, because of the intense study life, there is not much time to dress up, and they are not exquisite.

But every face is filled with the passion and blood of young people. Even if the world is as difficult as Mount Tai, I have no regrets to charge forward, which makes each of them lively like a song.

"Only these children really think they can change the world."

After standing for a while, he hugged the exercise book and walked slowly towards the office. With the rising sun on his back, he walked step by step to the place where he hoped to be born.

"Although it's too immature and young, it's really touching."

"Let's find some old friends to help tomorrow. This group of children is like this. How can our group of old arms and legs have the nerve to sit around?"

outside the ward.

Shang Yang stuffed a box of middle-aged women's health care products and a bag of tropical fruits into Aunt Lu's hand, and pressed a red envelope into her hand: "Aunt Lu, our old man is disobedient. Yes. You take these things to nourish your body."

Aunt Lu waved her hands repeatedly, and resolutely refused: "Don't, don't, your salary is high enough, much higher than I used to take care of others. How can I want these things. Take it back, take it back. "

"This is what you deserve, you just take it." Shang Yang smiled softly, but firmly pushed the gift into Aunt Lu's hand, "It looks like an operation is about to take place. Our old man I still need you to help take care of him. He is stubborn and disobedient, please be more tolerant."

"You're a real kid." After these words came out, Aunt Lu couldn't refuse anymore.After receiving the gift, she solemnly said: "Don't worry, I will take good care of Mr. Shang."

"I believe you." Shang Yang smiled, "I still have to see the old man, so I'll go first."

Shang Yang strode towards the ward.

Aunt Lu turned her head to look at his back.

It was an evening, and the corridor of the oncology ward, like any inpatient department for meals, came and went with walking patients and family members with meals and cleaners, and the noise of talking and the buzzing of machines resonated in unison.

On the edge of the window sill, the bloody sunset splashed in, printing a gentle and satisfied smile on the faces of every anxious patient and family member.

In the face of life and death, under the tears and panic of people, the usual chaotic noise is mediocre but extravagant.

She looked at the young man's back like a ray of light, passing through the chaotic crowd, leaving a firm afterglow.

Although talented, the shoulders of a teenager can already be called the perseverance of an adult.

Childish but firm.

She turned her head and wiped away her tears, and murmured: "Why did God make such a good person sick?"

In the ward.

Li Qing put the insulated box on the table, took out a bowl of winter melon pork ribs soup from inside, and put it beside Shang Houde's bedside: "Teacher Shang, try it."

Considering that Shang Houde should not eat greasy food during chemotherapy, the soup was filtered through the oil slick three times, and when it finally came out, it was as clear as water, lying side by side with the rotten winter melon and the white pork ribs.

As soon as the lid was lifted, a tempting fragrance filled the ward.

The old man next door sniffled and turned over to get out of bed: "No, I have to go to the cafeteria to buy something to eat."

"Uncle Chen, wait a minute." Li Qing called out to the old man in a warm voice, and brought out another thermos bowl, which was also winter melon pork rib soup. "I have come here several times, but I didn't let you try my cooking. This time I specially I have prepared a little more for you to try."

"Okay. This workmanship is good." Uncle Chen took the soup bowl flattered, took a sip and gave a thumbs up: "It's even higher than the chef I ate at the state-owned hotel 30 years ago."

The old man used to travel all over the world, he is a businessman with a lot of life experience, and he is also very good at food.It's just that after long-term chemotherapy after illness, my appetite is bad, and I don't want to bother the nurses. I only eat something in the cafeteria for each meal.

Looking at Shang Houde, he said meaningfully: "Xiao Shang, you are very lucky."

Before Li Qing could speak, Shang Yang, who pushed the door and walked in, said proudly with Rong: "That's not true, our Li Xiaoqing's craftsmanship is worth talking about."

But Shang Houde said dully: "Xiao Li, the monthly exam is almost here. This is too much trouble for you, and it will delay your study."

Before Li Qing could speak, Shang Yang rolled his eyes at him first: "You can eat what Li Xiaoqing cooks for you, so you don't talk too much. You are already lying in the hospital, and you still worry about this and that, why can't you be exhausted to death."

He added sourly, "Even I haven't enjoyed this kind of treatment yet."

Li Qing gave him a funny look, and considering that he was in front of the elders, he only patted him on the shoulder restrainedly: "I will do it for you later."

Shang Yang snorted arrogantly: "...that's pretty much the same."

Shang Houde was so scolded by his son that he didn't dare to talk back, his brows drooped like an aggrieved big golden retriever, so he had to drink the soup obediently.

Li Qing glanced at him, then at Shang Yang who was changing flowers for Shang Houde: "What did the doctor say?"

"The first operation will be performed next Tuesday afternoon." Shang Yang said, "That day happens to be the weekend, and we both have time."

Shang Houde was drinking soup, and raised his head when he heard the words: "Yangyang, it's fine if Aunt Lu is here, you two don't need to..."

The remaining half of the sentence was abruptly blocked by Shang Yang's death stare.

Shang Houde obediently lowered his head and drank the soup, pretending that nothing happened just now.

Uncle Chen next door looked like he was going to laugh so hard that his belly fell down.

"Don't worry." Shang Yang changed the daily fresh flowers, sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, and peeled the lychees for Shang Houde, "The doctor said that the success rate of the operation is more than [-]%. Nine and a half out of ten people can be alive and kicking. You can have such a handsome son as me, which proves that luck is not so bad. So don’t have any psychological burden these days, eat well and sleep well, drink more bowls of pork rib soup, Take care of your health. After the operation, you may be discharged from the hospital next month. Li Xiaoqing and I will pick you up at that time."

Shang Houde groaned: "The class..."

Shang Yang put a baishengsheng lychee on the lid of the lunch box, peeled the second one and said: "The class is doing well. Everyone is waiting for you to go back and teach them again. You should work hard yourself, do you hear me?"

Shang Houde lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I don't want to live up to my expectations."

Shang Yang didn't hear clearly for a while: "What?"

Shang Houde shook his head: "It's nothing, this pork rib soup is so delicious."

"That's right." After peeling three or four lychees in a row, Shang Yang suddenly remembered something, took out a gift box from his bag, and handed it to Shang Houde. "A gift I bought for you."

Shang Houde was flattered: "A gift for me?"

"It was originally intended to be given to Teacher Wang." Shang Yang's tone was a bit vicissitudes, and he said quietly: "I didn't expect that you would use it first in the end."

Li Qing was cleaning up the milk and fruit gifts brought by others, and silently moved his eyes away.

Teacher Wang, the dean who fights wits and courage with Shang Yang every morning, the biggest feature is——

--bald.

This time, Shang Houde, who didn't know the truth, received a gift from his son for the first time. He opened the gift box excitedly and with a little secret expectation, and took out a shiny black——

--wig.

"puff--"

Uncle Chen next door almost spit out the soup in his mouth, and laughed loudly: "Xiao Shang, your son is very considerate. He prepared it for you so early."

Shang Houde looked up at Shang Yang aggrievedly: "Yangyang, if you dislike me, you can just say it..."

Shang Yang coughed twice, touched his nose: "Isn't this considering your image?"

Shang Houde cast his eyes on Li Qing: "Xiao Li, tell me, do you think I need this thing now?"

Shang Yang also looked at Li Qing coldly: "Yes, Xiao Li, tell me?"

Li Qing: ...

He seems to have seen Shang Yang's birthday party again, sitting in the box, sandwiched between the quarreling mother-in-law and wife, the trembling, weak and helpless self.

"Ah..." He calmly patted his forehead, "I suddenly remembered. I need to pee urgently. I need to go to the bathroom first."

Shang Yang: ...

Shang Houde: ...

Uncle Chen: ...

"Why aren't you in a hurry to urinate this time?" In the classroom, Shang Yang sat with his back against the wall, his legs crossed, turning his pen in a very unscrupulous manner, and his eyes swept over a certain position of Li Qing playfully, " Urinary urgency at a young age, kidney failure."

Li Qing rubbed his head: "Don't talk nonsense."

"I know you're partial to the one with the surname Shang." Shang Yang snorted, and didn't think there was any problem with being jealous of his own father. "Let me tell you, people with the surname Shang are not good things. Don't be fooled by them." They were deceived by their fake faces."

Li Qing euphemistically reminded: "Brother Shang, your surname is also Shang."

Shang Yang was confident: "I never said I was a good thing."

Li Qing: ...

What a scumbag it is.

"Anyway, I'm not a good thing. I finally found a blind person in my life. I'm sure you've been taken advantage of." Shang Yang poked Li Qing's chest with a pen, and said earnestly: "So once in my life, I was fooled and met a scumbag." , If you are willing to be cheated for the rest of your life, you will get it. You will learn a lot of wisdom if you suffer from it, right?"

Li Qing was amused: "Brother Shang, I didn't know that your family sells tea sets."

Shang Yang: "?"

Li Qing continued: "The scumbags don't say anything, and they talk in a way."

"I have a way of not only talking." Taking advantage of people not paying attention, Shang Yang put his head next to Li Qing's ear, pretending to whisper in his ear, but actually kissed the tip of his ear very quickly, "I want to go home Don't want to try the scumbag's tricks? Huh? Li Xiaoqing?"

Li Xiaoqing's ears were hot, and he said expressionlessly, "If you don't take classes seriously, you will have to deduct money."

Before the word 'you deduction' was out of the mouth, Shang Yang saw a boy coming over with a workbook and asked Li Qing a question: "Brother Qing, can I ask you how you calculated the last question in the math test paper yesterday?" ?”

Li Qing became serious: "This question can use these formulas, I will write it for you. First put this formula into it, and then turn this formula. In fact, the last question of mathematics is the penetration and synthesis of knowledge points If you use it, it will be easier to understand after you understand the thinking of the person who made the question..."

Reluctantly accepting the words, Shang Yang started to put on the earphones, listened to English songs, and did English reading and comprehension seriously.

He made a bet with Li Qing that if he failed to pass 125 in the monthly English test, he would have to wash dishes for a week.

As a result, he finished a whole set of special training for reading comprehension. Not only did Li Qing not finish the topic, but there were more and more people around him.

"For review, I recommend a learning method called Feynman learning method, which is a more scientific and efficient method. For example, if you want to understand this math problem, there are five steps. The first step is to determine the goal , to understand this math problem. The second step is to sort out relevant information. For us, it is not enough to know the steps to solve this math problem. Take notes. The third step is also the most important step, when you have organized and reviewed the materials to a certain stage, you have to learn to throw away the materials and retell the whole problem-solving steps and relevant knowledge points in your own language."

"If you know how to do it yourself, it doesn't matter if you really know how to do it. If you can teach others how to do it, then it means that you really understand."

"The fourth step is to review and reflect. After you can teach others, you can compare it with the answers and textbooks to check for omissions. The last step is to find a few more sample questions and consolidate the intensive training for review."

"I'm not opposed to question-sea tactics, but compared to the use of mechanical muscles without a goal, I would recommend targeted example questions to consolidate, and the efficiency will be much higher..."

His voice is clear and strong, and he is very focused when speaking on topics. His voice is not loud, but he can attract the attention of people around him.

When it came to the last few steps, he was surrounded by half of the class.

Shang Yang propped his face with his hands, tilted his head, and looked at Li Qing who was in the middle of the crowd with a smile.

At first, his good looks were sharp and stubborn, like a sharp weapon like a snow awn, and if he got a little closer, his skin would be stabbed.

Now that he has washed away his sharpness, he has become more gentle because he has experienced a lot and matured more than his peers.In the class, he is more like a gentle and elegant teacher, who can make naughty eggs obediently just by relying on his face.

But just as charming.

The sound landed.

Applause immediately sounded.

After sharing the learning method of these words, everyone returned to their seats thoughtfully.

Li Qing sat back on his seat, put down his book, and drank a big mouthful of water.

"Teacher Li, I haven't understood yet." Shang Yang put his foot on his lap, "tell me the topic."

Li Qing pushed his troubled legs down, and jokingly said, "Is that how you treat the teacher?"

Shang Yang said with a smile: "Who told me not to be a good person? Not only do I want to treat the teacher like this, but I also want to seduce the teacher."

Li Qing knocked on the table and said helplessly, "Class is about to begin, the real teacher will be here soon."

Shang Yang groaned: "It's almost time for class."

Li Qing's heart was beating alarm bells, and before he could speak, he saw Shang Yang leaning forward, moving his hand quickly somewhere under the table, leaning against his face, and licking his lips with the tip of his tongue. lock up.

Li Qing's eyes widened suddenly, and his back straightened instantly.

at the same time--

The class bell rang loudly.

Jiwotou chemistry teacher walked in with the lesson plan in hand: "Tonight's self-study, I will watch over it. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

……

Before the sound sounded, Shang Yang had already sat back in his seat, flipped through the book as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had happened just now.Seeing that Li Qing was still staring at him, he turned his head and smiled arrogantly.

"It's the same sentence. I know it's wrong, but I just won't change it."