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"Zhou Zitong, don't you just talk like this without seeing who I am?" Hearing such words, Zhou Zitong suddenly realized where he had heard them before, and looked up to see that it was his class teacher.He froze for a moment, not knowing what to do, he didn't know how to say sorry to the mother in front of him.The most difficult thing to say in the world is 'I'm sorry'.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cheng." Zhou Zitong lowered his head very low, and his eyes were wide open, just looking at the lines on the table.Cheng Ying sighed, and she said, "Don't you really need to wipe it off?"

Zhou Zitong slowly raised his head, carefully took the tissue in Cheng Ying's hand, and wiped his nose. "Why did you catch a cold?" Cheng Ying touched Zhou Zitong's forehead with the back of his hand, feeling a little hot, "Did you take your medicine?"

Zhou Zitong shook his head.

"How can you not care about your body like this? I told you a long time ago that the three years of high school are not about whoever works hard enough to pass the exam, but about the body! You don't care about your body like this now, and when you reach the third year of high school What should I do?"

"Teacher Cheng, I'm sorry."

"What's the use of saying sorry to me?"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry..."

Zhou Zitong kept repeating those three words, Cheng Ying frowned and looked at the handsome child in front of him, obviously he did nothing wrong, but he kept saying sorry with his head down.Cheng Ying felt that the child was inexplicably pitiful for a moment, but she couldn't help but sighed and stepped forward to hug Zhou Zitong.It was like coaxing her seven-year-old child, this child made her feel that she needed to be loved.

"You don't need to say sorry to me. You didn't do anything wrong. The teacher was too worried." Cheng Ying stroked Zhou Zitong's hair, and tried his best to comfort the boy in front of him.

Zhou Zitong felt panic, a panic from the bottom of his heart.He stood up at once and left Cheng Ying's embrace.His face also became pale and bloodless.He tremblingly bit his thumb joint, biting hard, as if he didn't feel any pain, the laughter outside continued, the class bell did ring, and classmates entered the classroom one after another.Zhou Zitong suddenly became extremely nervous, as if something terrible had happened, that expression really made Cheng Ying feel extremely distressed.She didn't know what happened to this boy, but she felt sad from the bottom of her heart.

"...You go to the office with me." Cheng Ying had a straight face, without the gentle smile just now, and then walked out with high heels.Zhou Zitong carefully watched Cheng Ying walk out of the classroom before relaxing, put away the books on his desk, and left after explaining some reasons to the teacher of this class.In his ears, he could still hear the laughter of his classmates at that time, that kind of malicious, gloating smile, really, very harsh.

Cheng Ying's office has a small stove for heating. She put her hands on it, haha, and waited for Zhou Zitong's arrival.

"Teacher." A weak voice came, and Cheng Ying raised his head and saw this tall and thin boy standing at the door, looking panicked. He looked even thinner with the light behind him.

"Come here." Cheng Ying nodded, then beckoned Zhou Zitong to come in.She pulled out a chair from the side for Zhou Zitong to sit on, with a semi-hardliness Namilong, who was next to him Coat unloading, frying, pure fading

She doesn't know much about Zhou Zitong's family affairs, but based on this alone, she can conclude that Zhou Zitong's family background is not very good, but the children born in poor places have stronger self-esteem.But at the same time, they are fragile. They yearn for warmth in their hearts, but they are afraid to approach it, as if it is a flame, and they will worry about being burned or drowning when they approach it.

Such a child always hopes that he can be sober, spend every day rationally, without being fettered by anything, but firmly believes that knowledge can change his destiny, but what about the reality?So Zhou Zitong didn't dare to expect how bright his future would be, and even made the worst plan, but now, it's not the time to give up, is it?He still has his own dreams and aspirations, his own mother to support, and so many things to accomplish, and he hasn't fallen in love with anyone properly yet.

Cheng Ying watched Zhou Zitong in a daze and didn't remind him. He just stood up and used a disposable cup to go to the water dispenser to get him a cup of hot water, and then handed it to Zhou Zitong.

"Thank you." Zhou Zitong muttered, taking the cup.

"Why didn't you go down to play with your classmates? It's finally snowing here." Cheng Ying sat down on the chair and brought up a topic.

"...I don't want to go." Zhou Zitong's eyes were fixed on the white air coming out of the cup, feeling the heat slowly permeating from his palm, a little warm.This is what is hard for him.

Cheng Ying supported her head with her hands, she said: "I think you seem too cold, it's a good thing to make more friends."

Zhou Zitong shook his head and said nothing.

Cheng Ying has been a teacher for so long, and she has seen many difficult students, but most of them are of the kind who are not good at learning and conduct, but the person in front of her... Alas, she sighed in her heart, it is really not good. It's good to know what to do.

"It's impossible for you to have no friends when you graduate from university, right? When you really get there, you'll know how important friends are..."

"I don't need friends!" Zhou Zitong suddenly turned up the volume, which startled Cheng Ying. Zhou Zitong looked at Cheng Ying with a straight face, his eyes were full of emotions she couldn't understand.

"Then let me arrange a deskmate for you. Now that you're sitting like this, it's not good for you to be alone."

"Thank you, teacher." Zhou Zitong put the cup on the table, holding each other with both hands, "I don't need to be at the same table."

Cheng Ying frowned, she didn't know what to do now.

Zhou Zitong really doesn't want friends, because he thinks that having friends is equivalent to having a weakness, and having friends will make him let go of his original pretense and make him cowardly, just like how powerless he was when his father left .He cast aside countless times in his heart, if he had tried to keep him back then, would his father have stayed.But obviously I was naive, that person never cared about me at all, but Zhou Zitong didn't care about that person either, the reason why he wanted that person to stay was because he couldn't bear to see his mother become the present look like.

So pitiful, living at the bottom of society, suffering a bitter life all day long.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zitong stood up, he didn't even care about drinking hot water, he said: "Teacher, I'll go first." He still needs to work harder, harder.

Cheng Ying beckoned him weakly to leave.

I still need to work harder, I still need to work harder.Zhou Zitong murmured in his heart, and his pace quickened a lot.I still need to work harder, I still need to work harder.

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