lcionline Chapter 292 This Life is Over
Chapter 292 This Life is Over
Qingqing's words made Wen Zhixia's breathing pause.
She sat down next to Qingqing and asked, "Did you know that a murder happened in this place? You were only one or two years old at that time, right?"
Qingqing thought for a moment and said to Wen Zhixia, "Maybe there is, because the security there is very poor. I remember when I was a child, my mother never let me go out to play. Sister, what murder case are you talking about? I know a lot of people there. I can ask for you!"
Wen Zhixia thought for a moment and felt that there was no need to involve a junior high school student with a heart disease.
"Goodbye," she said, "I'm asking for my friend. Go back to your evening study."
"I'm just asking for help," Qingqing said enthusiastically. "Sister, you saved my life and helped me with my homework. I want to do something for you, too. Tell me about it!"
Wen Zhixia was very touched.
Qingqing is a sensible and caring girl, and is definitely not an ungrateful vampire who is impossible to tame.
So she thought about it and said, "How about this? Tell me which boss over there is easy to talk to, and I'll go ask them myself. The last time I asked, they didn't give me any details."
"No problem," Qingqing said, "Sister, how about this? I don't have tutoring on Saturday night. Come find me at school after work and I'll go with you. I also happen to want to eat some pancakes from the place over there."
"Okay." Wen Zhixia nodded, "But this is something only we two know about. Don't tell your brother-in-law about it."
Qingqing nodded and said, "Don't worry, sister. I'm very tight-lipped."
Soon it was Saturday.
At 6:30 in the afternoon, Wen Zhixia received a WeChat message from Qingqing:
[Sister, I only have ten minutes left to go~]
Qingqing's school is the Experimental High School. Wen Zhixia rides her bike there in about ten minutes.
I crossed the busy intersection and gradually arrived at the school.
It was time to go home from school, and students carrying backpacks were walking out in groups of three or four.
Wen Zhixia walked to a stationery store: [I'll wait for you at the stationery store]
After about five minutes, Qingqing replied: "Sister, my English teacher got me a deduction. Can you pretend to be my cousin and come and save me?"
this......
Wen Zhixia had learned before that Qingqing came from a single-parent family and her mother had to work day and night and was unable to spare time.
Wen Zhixia had never pretended to be someone else's parent before, and always felt that it would be easy to be exposed.
But we can't just keep waiting.
She thought for a few seconds and replied with an OK.
Going against the crowd, she found the third floor.
Just then, a female classmate came out of Qingqing's class.
Wen Zhixia called out to her, "Hello, classmate. Are you and Zou Qing in the same class?"
The girl said, "Yes, Cui Lijuan took her to the office again."
She pointed to the office at the end of the corridor.
Wen Zhixia looked in the direction she pointed, "What could be the reason?"
The girl explained, "Cui Lijuan asked us to sign up for her online class, once a week, for 2,000 yuan each time. Those who didn't want to sign up raised their hands. Qingqing was the only one in the class who raised her hand. Didn't that just put her in a difficult position?"
"Two thousand yuan?" Wen Zhixia was surprised. "So expensive?"
"So she asked those who didn't want to sign up to raise their hands, saying that not raising your hands would mean you were volunteering for the extra class," the girl said. "We didn't dare raise our hands for fear of being targeted. Qingqing was the only one in the class who raised her hand. She had previously refused to attend Cui Lijuan's class, so Cui Lijuan targeted her and moved her to the last row, saying she was ruining the academic atmosphere and told us not to talk to her."
"Isn't this a bad idea?" Wen Zhixia asked, "Teacher, don't you know her family is in financial difficulty? She also has a heart disease."
"I know, so what?" the classmate said, "Cui Lijuan is the head of the teaching and research group. She has relatives in the Education Bureau who are protecting her. Even the principal doesn't dare to offend her. But Qingqing has confronted her several times in class and refused to make up for her lessons. She's really broken down."
Wen Zhixia understood and nodded.
It seems that he is another person who relies on his power to abuse his power.
She thanked her classmates and prepared to go find the teacher.
Just after taking two steps, the phone rang.
It was Fu Ruoshi who called.
"Hello?" She stopped. "Are you back?"
"Yeah," Fu Ruoshi's lazy voice came from the other end of the phone, "I just got off the plane. What are you doing? Let's have dinner together tonight? I'm almost starving."
"Now?" Wen Zhixia paused, "How about tomorrow? I have something to do tonight."
"What's the matter?" Fu Ruoshi asked her, "Do you want me to help you?"
Wen Zhixia glanced further into the corridor and said, "I'll go check out what's going on and tell you later."
"Okay," Fu Ruoshi said, "I'll wait for you."
Wen Zhixia hung up the phone, walked over and knocked on the office door.
The door opened and a serious face appeared before her.
Wen Zhixia looked inside and saw Qingqing standing in the corner, winking at her.
It seems this is her English teacher.
One person has an entire office, which really gives him confidence, Wen Zhixia thought.
"Hello, teacher," she said politely, "I'm Qingqing's cousin. Her mother is busy and can't come, so I came to pick her up."
"Cousin?" Cui Lijuan was suspicious. "Why have I never heard that she has a cousin?"
"Teacher, she is really my cousin," Qingqing explained, "My mother is babysitting someone else's child this afternoon and can't come."
"Shut up!" Cui Lijuan shouted.
Then, she looked Wen Zhixia up and down, and after a moment, she said to her in a stern tone, "Zou Qing is at the bottom of the class in English again. If she continues like this, not only will she have no chance of getting into a key high school, but even an ordinary high school. I called her here because I care about her. She has a weak foundation to begin with, and she's unwilling to learn. I don't think she's going to make it!"
She threw Qingqing's paper to the ground and kicked it in front of Wen Zhixia.
Wen Zhixia bent down, picked up the paper and took a look.
It was the paper that Qingqing said she passed.
Wen Zhixia flipped through it again. Although there were still many mistakes, it was much better than the first time she showed it to herself.
At least, she didn't make the same mistake again, which means she can still learn well.
"Teacher, Qingqing made a lot of mistakes, but she's improved compared to before," Wen Zhixia said. "I saw her last failing paper, and not only did she pass this time, she didn't make the same mistakes. Girls have strong self-esteem, so we should acknowledge any areas where praise is needed."
"Have a strong sense of self-esteem? I don't see why. Why doesn't she use her self-esteem for her studies?" Cui Lijuan sneered. "Other people get nearly perfect scores on tests, or memorize vocabulary words on only four hours of sleep, but they don't want praise. What is there for her to be praised for?"
Wen Zhixia shook her head and said, "Teacher, we don't compare ourselves with others. It's an objective fact that we have made progress compared to ourselves."
"Progress what? Where's the progress?" Cui Lijuan retorted. "She has a poor foundation and doesn't study. I think she's been spoiled by irresponsible parents like you! I'm the only one worried!"
Wen Zhixia thought to herself, "You're so anxious that you put her in the last row and told the whole class not to talk to her? Isn't this just personal revenge and bullying?"
Knowing that Qingqing has a heart disease, he still compares her with the exam king who sleeps only four hours a day.
Are you treating students like beasts of burden?
"Teacher, Qingqing's health isn't good. She'll die if she only sleeps four hours." Wen Zhixia explained, suppressing her anger. "Since she passed the exam, it means she has room for improvement. I'll tell her mother about this. Can we go now?"
Cui Lijuan had no intention of letting anyone go.
"Bad grades mean bad grades, stop making excuses!" She slammed the table angrily, saying, "I'm doing this for her own good! The third year of junior high is the most crucial! If she can't get into a good high school, her life will be over!"