Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 52

During dinner yesterday, Tan Wenbin said that there would be a lucky draw at Shigang Town Square over the weekend.

Nowadays, the lottery industry has only been established in mainland China for a few years, but the trend of lucky draws has already become popular, and the development format is also very friendly to the people.

It is a large venue with salesmen in uniform on both sides of the road. People are walking around in it. They can buy the tickets one by one or in boxes. After buying, they can scratch the tickets on the spot and redeem the prizes on the spot.

The first prize is usually a car, which will be placed in a high and conspicuous position.

Li Zhuiyuan feels like he is holding a lottery ticket before going to bed every night, and when he wakes up it is time to redeem the prize.

Moreover, there is a good guarantee every time, and there are often surprises.

For example, this morning, when he woke up, he saw A'li wearing a horse skirt with dark gold patterns, paired with a white top, which made her look both cool and exquisite.

Perhaps she has realized her own preference, as she has been wearing a horse skirt more frequently recently.

This was the result of Liu Yumei's earnest persuasion: "Oh, my granddaughter, no matter how much he likes you, you can't wear the same style every day. It's easy to get tired of it."

There was another large table in the room, on which were spread pens, paper and various paints.

These were all moved directly from Liu Yumei by A'li.

From paper to pens, they are not ordinary items. Even the pigments are made using ancient methods. Liu Yumei is not particular about food, but the common things she uses in daily life are all rare items and can even be considered cultural relics.

Of course, she herself may not think this is extravagant, because this is the life she has lived since she was a child.

Just like the gifts she gave before, which were either a jade ring or earrings, the money she used to buy the gifts was calculated in taels, and she was really not showing off her wealth.

The difference between showing off and being generous is that she really means to give.

At this time, A-li was drawing.

Now she didn't have to get up early and sit in the house waiting for the boy to wake up.

Li Zhuiyuan sat up and stretched gently.

The girl looked over with the pen in hand, tilting her head slightly.

Li Zhuiyuan smiled, got out of bed and washed up. When he was walking back with the washbasin, Liu Yumei waved at him from below.

"Grandma Liu."

"Come, take down your painting and let grandma appreciate it."

"Okay, grandma."

Liu Yumei sat down with a smile. She said she would have to wait until A Li recovered completely from his illness before she could teach him the "Liu's Qi-Watching Technique". She would then accept this brat as a registered disciple of the Liu family.

But things like music, chess, calligraphy and painting are not a problem and can be taught.

No, I don’t need to teach this kid how to play chess, he plays better than me.

Li Zhuiyuan came down with two paintings and spread them out on the tea table.

One was the one he had just finished painting, and the other was painted by A-li.

The scenes in the paintings are all taken in the early morning while standing on the second-floor terrace and gazing at the countryside. It was this scene that prompted Li Zhuiyuan to want to learn painting.

Liu Yumei glanced over, then frowned slightly and said:
"If it were an ordinary teacher, he would give you a genius evaluation because you draw very well."

"Grandma, please teach me."

"But the problem lies here. You have imitated Ah Li so well in terms of technique that there is almost no difference between you and her. However, you are too comfortable with your movements, so comfortable that it seems too deliberate.

At first glance, it does look good, but upon closer inspection, it is full of craftsmanship.”

"Grandma is right, this is indeed my problem."

Although the two paintings depict the same scene, and A'li's style is more gloomy while mine is more sunny, A'li's painting seems to be moving, while my painting, even if it creates dynamics, is still dead.

“In the art of calligraphy and painting, many people spend their entire lives studying the techniques, but true masters have to come up with new tricks to make it interesting. In simple terms, they have to incorporate emotion.”

Li Zhuiyuan's eyes darkened.

"You are still young, and it is already amazing that you can paint like this. There is no need to force yourself to express your sorrow by composing new poems."

"Thank you for your teachings."

"It's not really teaching. I was just being harsh because it was you. I was just nitpicking."

Li Zhuiyuan smiled and nodded, then put the painting away.

Aunt Liu came out at the right time and shouted, "It's time for breakfast!"

He sat down and tried to peel the salted duck eggs for Ah Li, but the girl got there first.

When I wanted to get the second one, the girl took it away again.

After a while, the girl peeled a duck egg and placed it in front of her.

Her eyesight was healed, but there were some habits that the girl was unwilling to change back.

Li Zhuiyuan was eating while thinking about what Liu Yumei said. After studying for a month, his painting level was actually good enough to enter a competition and win a prize. After all, he was still in the junior group.

But in front of real masters, his paintings are more craftsmanlike than those of old painters who make a living by copying paintings.

If I continue to work hard on my painting, my future destination will probably be a famous master of counterfeit paintings in China.

But how can we integrate emotions?

Perhaps, it’s a problem with the scenery; then why not just change the subject of the painting?
Li Zhuiyuan looked at A'li who was carefully picking out duck eggs with chopsticks, and an idea came to his mind.

"Ah ah ah..."

Tan Wenbin's yawn was loud and long.

His father agreed to let him continue living here, and also agreed to let him go to and from school with Xiaoyuan and not go to morning and evening self-study, but he actually didn't have it that easy.

No matter how many questions he did, he could not be as fast as Xiaoyuan in giving him questions, and he could feel that Xiaoyuan was making progress in giving him questions.

In the beginning, he would give himself lots of difficult questions, but now he started to focus on combining easy and difficult questions. He could see that some of the questions were deliberately given by Xiaoyuan to him so that he could rack his brains to figure them out step by step and have fun.

Although it was obvious, he was really happy. He felt like a little loach, being kneaded at will in Xiaoyuan's hands, and he was quite happy.

The only regret is that it has been very quiet over the past month and no one has died.

He asked Runsheng, was it like this before?

Runsheng replied, "Before you came, I was wondering why there were suddenly so many deaths in the village. After you came, everything became normal."

This made Tan Wenbin feel very guilty for a time, and he thought that his appearance had destroyed the feng shui.

However, Li Zhuiyuan did not find it boring. His main focus now was on learning painting and studying "Records of Subduing Demons by the Righteous Way". In the meantime, he also studied the hangings left by the dwarf father and son.

The boy felt that his life was quite fulfilling now, and it would be better if the frequency of death occurred at a moderate level. Otherwise, he would not be able to bear it if the Queen of the Bai Family skinned him in the fish pond today and tomorrow.

Li Sanjiang was very quiet today, drinking his porridge silently.

After breakfast, Runsheng pushed out the tricycle.

There were two small stools on the car, both wrapped in cloth.

Tan Wenbin launched his own bicycle.

That trip home from school was a torture for him. He felt that he should not be in the car but under it.

"Grandpa." Li Zhuiyuan did not rush to get in the car, but walked towards Li Sanjiang, showing some shyness and expectation.

Most children have had this expression during this period, especially when facing their elders.

"Haha, I see."

Li Sanjiang took out some money from his pocket. It wasn't much, at least much less than when he used to give his great-grandson lots of money. But as daily pocket money, it was something that most of the rural children and even the city children envied.

When it comes to spending money, Li Sanjiang has always been willing to do so, and he is even more willing to spend money on Xiao Yuanhou.

"hey-hey."

Li Zhuiyuan accepted today's pocket money.

He rejected Li Sanjiang's proposal to give him a month's pocket money at a time, because if he divided it into a little every day, his grandfather would be happier every day.

You can also have more opportunities to try to feel happy.

I got on the tricycle with A'li and it drove down the dam.

The girl insisted on picking up and dropping off the boy from school every morning and evening.

Li Zhuiyuan also paid special attention and found that Liu Yumei did not let Aunt Liu follow her, and Uncle Qin, who had already left, was also nowhere to be seen in the dark.

She really wanted her granddaughter to go out like this, and she also knew what was best for her granddaughter in the future.

However, with Runsheng's protection, A'li would not be in any danger.

No, even without Runsheng's protection, it seems that A'li would not be in any danger. Runsheng's role might be more to protect those who try to get close to A'li from being in real danger.

The school gates of universities and middle schools are always the busiest in the morning, afternoon and evening, and the shops along the school gates also open early.

Sometimes Li Zhuiyuan would buy some steamed buns or dumplings and share them with A-li.

The main purpose was to try something new, after all I had already had breakfast at home.

Or you could buy some small accessories for A-li to help her fill her collection box.

Liu Yumei told Li Zhuiyuan that every night before going to bed, A'li would squat in front of the collection box and carefully sort out the collections one by one.

Unfortunately, A-li can't go to school.

She no longer has any aversion to family members, such as her grandfather, Tan Wenbin, and Runsheng. She will not react when they get close to her. She can even restrain herself towards Li Weihan, Cui Guiying, Cuicui, Pan Zi, and Lei Zi, who often come to her house.

But she couldn't accept going to school and sitting in a classroom with a large group of students.

The most important thing is that Ari is not interested in school life and does not yearn for friends. The traditional savior perspective is so redundant for her.

She may not even have any thoughts about this world. What she likes is just this "new world" that the boy has introduced her to.

After waving goodbye to Runsheng and A'li, Li Zhuiyuan and Tan Wenbin followed the crowd of junior high school students and walked into the school gate.

High school students have to start self-study even earlier, so except for those who live very close to school, most high school students, especially those in their senior year, choose to live on campus.

Tan Wenbin used to live in the school dormitory, but later he got into a fight with someone in the dormitory and moved back home.

When I walked into the high school teaching building, everyone was in the second period of morning self-study. Apart from the sound of the teacher's lecture, it was very quiet.

Tan Wenbin carried his schoolbag across his shoulder and his bangs swung as he walked. He enjoyed this unique feeling and felt that he was very stylish.

Even if he met other teachers or principals on the road, he was not afraid at all, after all, they were all very gentle and polite to their boss.

At the same time, she would nod to him.

In fact, only Tan Yunlong and his wife still held on to the idea that their son could have some of the aura of Wenquxing;

For the school leaders and teachers, sacrificing Tan Wenbin to ensure a provincial top scorer is a good deal.

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the classroom door and saw English teacher Su was explaining cloze questions.

Teacher Su smiled and waved to Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan also responded with a basically shy smile.

There was no need to shout "report" and disturb the classmates. They just walked into the classroom. Tan Wenbin sat down first, followed by Li Zhuiyuan.

Pulling out "The Righteous Way to Subdue Demons" from the drawer, Li Zhuiyuan began to read it.

In an English environment, this kind of "classical work" is even more fragrant.

However, after sitting there for a month, he really didn't like this seat in the first row near the door.

Because every time his classmates passed by here, they would deliberately slow down to look at him, even though he was very careful not to make friends with his classmates.

Students from other classes seem to treat passing by here as a landmark for taking a walk during breaks, even though Class 13 of Senior is clearly in the middle and is not the only way to the toilet.

The teachers were even more exaggerated. They would rather take a detour and walk past here before and after class. They would then stop by the window or the door, giving a loving and caring smile, as if they had to water the orchids they planted several times a day.

Because of his own reasons, the frequency of the deans and principals coming here has increased dramatically. They do not need to distinguish between breaks, so the students in the class now dare not read martial arts novels or whisper in class.

The horror that would occasionally appear outside the window when I looked up has now turned into facing a bleak life.

Li Zhuiyuan really likes the last row of this column. It is close to the door and has a lot of space. The trash can is not here, but behind the row on the inside.

From the perspective of Feng Shui, sitting here and observing the world is a typical example of a hidden dragon in the abyss.

The second position is on both sides of the teacher’s desk, the left and right guards.

In the past, Tan Wenbin was the right protector.

But the right protector has his back against the classroom door, which is not good as he may be easily frightened and have fainting.

The best one is the Left Protector, whose body is blocked by the podium. He carries out the will of the emperor and the hearts of the people, living in seclusion in the city.

It’s because there are too many students, with more than 70 students in a class. When I was in school before, there weren’t so many students. And the class has to be readjusted every semester. Some students can’t keep up, and some are sick.

The morning self-study bell rang and the English class was over.

Here in high school there are four classes in the morning and four classes in the afternoon.

But morning self-study can be divided into two classes of half an hour each, afternoon self-study can be divided into one class of one hour, and evening self-study can be divided into four classes of one hour each.

In the timetable, self-study classes are marked with subjects, and the school requires teachers to be present as if they were regular classes.

Such an intensive course shocked Li Zhuiyuan. If they had followed this schedule in the past, not to mention whether he and his classmates could bear it, the professors would definitely be exhausted.

During the break, the students began to quickly pack up their stationery.

Li Zhuiyuan asked curiously, "Brother Binbin, what's wrong?"

"Today is the monthly exam, didn't you know?" Tan Wenbin was also packing up his stationery, but after taking a look at the cover book in Li Zhuiyuan's hand, he paused and said, "It's normal that you don't know."

One month into school, we started preparing for the monthly exams.

In order to prevent cheating, senior high school students and sophomores will take mixed exams, and will sit in other classes according to their test numbers.

In fact, it is meaningless to cheat when you are in the third year of high school. It is purely self-deception. However, the reality is often against human nature, because there are really many senior high school students who are willing to cheat to pass the third mock exam.

At this time, the head teacher Sun Qing came in and asked, "Xiaoyuan, do you want to take the monthly exam, or come to my office and sit down?"

"Go ahead and take the test, but can you give me all the test papers for the first test?"

"Okay, no problem, I'll get it for you."

Li Zhuiyuan knew clearly what the school wanted him to do. In order to make things convenient for others and himself, he still had to take part in this large-scale examination.

One is to ensure that the teachers are still as warm as the breeze when I continue to not attend classes or do homework, and the other is to help Brother Binbin get a grasp of the situation so that it will be easier to give him questions.

He really isn't very good at teaching people, so he's learning.

Li Zhuiyuan stood up and went to look at his test number on the wall in front.

"Brother, come back, your exam number is right there."

"Oh."

Li Zhuiyuan sat back down.

Tan Wenbin went to the first seat in the left column.

In the past, Tan Wenbin had only read a sentence in a magazine: unless you are handsome enough, you will never experience how proactive girls can be.

Now he really wants to add one more thing: It turns out that as long as your grades are good enough, school doesn't have to be reserved at all.

The first exam was in mathematics, and the invigilator was our class’s mathematics teacher, Mr. Yan.

After handing out the papers, Teacher Yan placed the papers of other subjects on Li Zhuiyuan's desk, patted Li Zhuiyuan's shoulder gently, and said with a smile:

"You can do math, and you can choose other subjects to do."

"Ah."

Then, Teacher Yan placed her teacup on the boy’s desk: “New cup, freshly brewed tea.”

"Thank you, teacher."

The high school boy who was assigned to this examination room looked at this scene with horror.

While waiting for the exam, I watched the little boy next to me quickly start writing down his answers, and my mentality began to explode.

No, even if the answer is right in front of you, no one can copy it as fast as you can, right?

Li Zhuiyuan quickly finished the math paper and picked up the physics paper to start writing.

Teacher Yan walked down, picked up the math paper, took out a red pen, and started correcting it directly.

He was very satisfied. He felt that the boy did not become proud and complacent because of his good grades, but remained humble and pursued progress.

Look, this time there are no solutions beyond the syllabus for the big questions, and there is a big “Solution” written in front of each answer.

When he finished the Chinese language lesson, Li Zhuiyuan paused.

Because the theme of the composition is: maternal love.

But it was just a pause. Li Zhuiyuan wrote another composition about maternal love in standard style. Li Lan in the composition was so loving and great that she was an incredible role model for him.

The only thing I can’t do is the English listening comprehension section, so I’ll just not do it.

Li Zhuiyuan checked the names on the test papers, stood up, and handed all the papers to Teacher Yan.

"Are your hands sore?" "A little bit."

"I told you not to write so much." Teacher Yan scolded, "Come to my office and take a rest and have a nap?"

"I'll go to the principal's office."

"That's right, it's quiet there. Remember to come to the small classroom during lunch break to discuss the questions."

"Okay, Teacher Yan."

Li Zhuiyuan stood on the podium and looked down at Tan Wenbin who was sitting below. He had already answered the questions and was writing all the time with relatively few pauses and without biting his nails.

Li Zhuiyuan returned to his desk and picked up a book, then walked out of the examination room and went straight to the principal's office.

When he was almost at the door, he heard a loud noise coming from inside. He wanted to leave and look for another office.

But in the voices, he heard Li Sanjiang, Li Weihan and Cui Guiying.

He knew why his great-grandfather and grandparents came, because he said that he was in his third year of high school, Tan Wenbin also testified, and even Lei Zi, Pan Zi, Yingzi and others testified.

But for the elderly, it is still too difficult to understand, so we formed a team and went to the school today to see it with our own eyes.

I guess after I came in, I was invited into the office by Principal Wu.

No wonder Grandpa was so quiet while having breakfast today.

Instinctively, Li Zhuiyuan wanted to turn around and leave, because he knew what would happen after he pushed the door open: the joy and relief of the elderly people, and the praise and encouragement of Principal Wu.

He was eager to avoid this established process.

But at this moment, the sound of Li Lan's footsteps on the other end of the phone appeared in his mind again. After all, he and she are different.

This disease is instinctive and not difficult to overcome.

Li Zhuiyuan pushed open the door of the principal's office. The grandfather and grandma who were sitting inside all stood up and looked at the child. Li Zhuiyuan walked over and was hugged by them with a smile on his face.

Principal Wu said many encouraging words. Li Zhuiyuan half lowered his head, showing just the right amount of shyness.

After confirming this, the grandfather and his companions left quickly. Li Zhuiyuan came to the side of the aisle and looked at the three old men who were walking towards the school gate below.

The master put his hands on his hips and walked off the stage with the steps of an imperial envoy.

Li Weihan held the hookah on his back, and his shoulders began to shake, even though he was usually calm and honest.

Cui Guiying held a handkerchief and kept wiping her tears with a smile.

Li Zhuiyuan was very glad that he did not choose to turn around and leave.

Recalling the essay he had just written, he realized that his previous imitation of Li Lan might have been a mistake, and he should have used her as a negative example to avoid it earlier.

If I had realized this earlier, my condition would not have developed so seriously at such a young age.

"Xiaoyuan, your grandparents still don't believe that you are in the third year of high school, haha."

Wu Xinhan pulled the boy into the office again. He gave his desk to the boy to read and took out drinks and chocolates from the drawer.

He knew that the boy had taken the monthly exam, which was a good thing and gave everyone reassurance on a regular basis.

At the same time, he also knew that the boy was an assistant teacher in the Mathematical Olympiad class.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up Wei Zhengdao and started reading.

The principal sat opposite, looking at documents. When he wanted to smoke, he would go out to light a cigarette and come back after finishing it.

When the bell rang for the end of the second exam in the morning, Li Zhuiyuan declined the principal's invitation to have a special meal in the cafeteria.

I walked to the school gate and waited for Tan Wenbin, who was still with Zheng Haiyang.

Although the three of them eat out a lot on weekdays, they don't have stir-fried dishes for every meal. They basically rely on noodles and fried rice. Of course, nowadays only children from dual-income families can afford this.

Most of the students in the school are from rural families. Many of them don’t even go to the cafeteria, but go back to the dormitory to eat the dry food they bring from home.

We also bring our own pickles and salty sauces, and often share them with each other, thanks to the cooking of each other’s mothers.

Tan Wenbin is quite rich. Since he followed Li Zhuiyuan, his parents have increased his pocket money a lot. Zheng Haiyang is even richer, otherwise those gangsters would not blackmail him.

Nowadays, the salary of a seaman is already high, and there is also a lot of outside income. If you calculate it purely in terms of pocket money, Tan Wenbin can only be considered a poor household in front of Zheng Haiyang.

Tan Wenbin ordered five bowls of noodles, he ate one bowl for himself and two bowls for his brain.

Zheng Haiyang first bought three bottles of soda, and then ordered three poached eggs, three lion's heads and three chicken legs.

He was happy to play with them. Runsheng was beaten so badly by that gang last time that no one dared to trouble him during this period. Especially with Li Zhuiyuan's current status in the school, no one in the school dared to be so blind as to provoke him.

"Brother Yuanzi, Brother Bin, I had a dream yesterday."

Zheng Haiyang also learned from Tan Wenbin to call Xiaoyuan "brother".

"What dream?" Tan Wenbin asked while biting a chicken leg.

"I dreamed that my dad took me on a treasure hunt. The dream was very real."

"Isn't your father at sea?"

"Well, diving to look for treasure. There are several sunken ships on the seabed, with a lot of gold, silver and jewels inside."

"Oh, how much did you get?"

"I didn't get much. Just when I was about to take it, I woke up from the dream."

"What kind of dream is this? At least I got the gold, silver and jewelry. When I get to the shore, I can find the me in my dream and live a carefree life."

"Hehehe." Zheng Haiyang scratched his head.

Tan Wenbin looked at Li Zhuiyuan again: "Brother Xiaoyuan, can this dream be interpreted?"

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head and drank a mouthful of noodle soup: "I don't know how to interpret dreams."

"Oh, that's right. This dream is too extravagant. You are crazy about getting rich. Your family is so well-off, why do you still want money so much?"

"Maybe I was blackmailed by them before and I'm afraid they'll beat me if I can't pay."

Li Zhuiyuan continued to eat noodles with his head down. In fact, he knew how to interpret dreams. Compared with fortune-telling, interpreting dreams was only a basic and low-end job.

Because most of the “what you think about during the day you will dream about at night” can be solved accordingly.

Except for a very small number of people, that is truly a feeling in my heart.

The most typical one is the fetal dream, which may not happen to the pregnant woman herself, but to her relatives.

Another thing is that when a loved one passes away, there will indeed be people who dream about him that night without knowing the truth.

Sunken ships, the bottom of the sea, gold and silver, your father takes you on a treasure hunt that ends in vain...

Career, risk, farewell...all these elements are present.

In ancient times, communications and roads were not well developed. If children who were far away from their parents suddenly had such a dream, they would seek someone to interpret it. They would either return home immediately or prepare to look at their parents from afar and wear mourning clothes.

There are similar plots in many stories recorded by literati. They attach great importance to this because it involves official career and mourning.

However, this kind of thing is inherently uncertain, and Li Zhuiyuan has always restrained himself from reading people's fortunes, so he naturally would not expand on this topic.

Zheng Haiyang suddenly asked quietly, "Brother Xiaoyuan, are you really okay?"

He is introverted, but introverts are often thoughtful and meticulous. His previous words were actually a kind of foreshadowing.

Li Zhuiyuan asked in confusion: "What?"

"I asked my neighbors' grandparents, and they said that this dream was not auspicious and asked me to dream of something good."

Li Zhuiyuan shook his head and said firmly: "Feudal superstitions are all deceptive things."

"puff……"

The noodles in Tan Wenbin's mouth sprayed out directly, and two more came out of his nostrils.

He immediately lowered his head and took the paper to start wiping it. If I hadn't seen with my own eyes that you arranged the feng shui and killed that dwarf father and son, I would have believed it.

"Haha." Zheng Haiyang smiled again and asked, "Brother Xiaoyuan, how did you do in the exam this morning?"

Tan Wenbin continued: "Except for English, the other subjects should be good."

"Oh, you had an English test this morning?"

"He finished all the math tests when we were taking them. So, why didn't you ask me how I did?"

"So, brother Bin, how did you do in the exam?"

"I don't know. When I took exams before, many questions knew me, but I didn't know it. Now, it feels very familiar, like an old friend visiting."

"Is it good or bad?"

"I don't know. I'm afraid it will kill me."

"what?"

"Let's wait for the specific scores to come out. I don't know if I did it right, but I did it all. I also did the final big questions in math and physics."

"Brother Bin, this isn't Chinese. You won't get any points even if you fill it up."

"Go away, do I need you to teach me this?"

After lunch, the three returned to school. They had three exams in the afternoon, and the afternoon self-study class was as usual.

Li Zhuiyuan did not return to the classroom, but went to a small classroom where classes were not usually held.

There were already more than a dozen people sitting inside, including seniors and sophomores, who were selected by the mathematics teachers to take part in the city's Olympic competition.

Mathematical Olympiads are very popular in mainland China nowadays. If one can get good rankings in such competitions step by step, it will have a huge advantage in further studies.

Li Zhuiyuan was originally invited by Teacher Yan to join in the study and competition, but a few days later, he was invited by several mathematics teachers to set questions.

Because the competition questions were more difficult and flexible, when Li Zhuiyuan first joined the group, he often saw teachers and students thinking hard together.

He soon realized that he was a man who was full and did not know the hunger of a man who was hungry. His study conditions were actually very favorable, but that was only limited to big cities. Looking across the country, the marketization of teaching and competition materials was actually just beginning, and many schools were still begging outside universities and middle schools to copy their mock exams for their students.

Written on the blackboard were the questions that Li Zhuiyuan had written yesterday. Half of the questions had been ticked. Li Zhuiyuan picked up the chalk and began to write down the solution process under the unticked questions.

Then, the students and teachers below all showed a look of sudden realization and kept saying:

"Oh~ So that's it."

Li Zhuiyuan also felt it was very easy. Teaching them was much simpler than teaching Binbin. He didn't have to make the steps very detailed, nor did he have to consider the combination of difficulty and ease to protect their enthusiasm for learning.

Even if someone still doesn't understand after watching the whole process, he will ask the people around him. If he still doesn't understand, it doesn't matter, he will be excluded and return to the classroom to study properly.

After erasing the question, Li Zhuiyuan continued to ask questions.

The teachers and students then started copying. Except before the competition, the rest of the time, everyone either had teaching tasks or learning tasks, and it was impossible for them to stay here all day.

Outside, Principal Wu brought several vice principals and directors and quietly came to the door of the small classroom to visit the class.

Looking at the little figure standing on a bench and writing questions on the blackboard, everyone's face showed the joy of digging oil from their own land.

"I think our school should be able to pass a few in this city competition."

"I think there is at least one person who has survived..."

"Do you still think that this one is a sure win and has a high chance of getting first place in the city?"

Nantong is a major educational city, with six counties and one city under its jurisdiction, all of which have famous high schools.

However, our middle school is not even in the first tier in the county, which means it is a hellish start.

Wu Xinhan touched his chin, feeling very pleased. It was worth his while to serve as a driver and invite people to enroll in the school.

In every previous meeting, he would watch them pretending to be humble and being sarcastic. He, Wu Xinhan, had no idea how many sarcastic scripts he had prepared in his mind. It seemed that this time it was his turn to perform.

At this time, a director nearby seemed to be overly happy and said dizzily: "Does this count as college entrance examination immigration?"

Several colleagues nearby immediately looked at him in surprise.

Wu Xinhan was amused, and he immediately prepared in advance and said sarcastically: "Who's family specially immigrated from Beijing to Jiangsu to take the college entrance examination?"

After a pause, he continued, "You are so smart, why don't you transport coal from the Northeast to Shanxi to sell it?"

The director quickly raised his hand and explained: "I mean this kind of happiness."

After finishing the Mathematical Olympiad class, Li Zhuiyuan returned to the principal’s office.

I saw the principal and two physical education teachers hanging up the curtain, and there was a spring bed behind the curtain.

"Xiaoyuan, you should rest here from now on. The desks in the classroom are too hard."

After the afternoon exam, there was still some time before school was over, so Li Zhuiyuan returned to the classroom.

In the class, everyone looked lifeless after a whole day of exams.

Even Tan Wenbin has his head hung down now.

However, I have exams in the evening, so in order to save time, I will finish all the exams today.

This means that Tan Wenbin cannot go home with me after school tonight.

"Brother Binbin, are you going back to your home tonight?"

"No, I'll go to Zhuangzhuang's house after I finish my exams and school in the evening."

"Oh."

"I'll wait for the monthly exam results to come out before going back." Tan Wenbin straightened his neck, opened the book, and began to memorize the concepts.

After watching for a while, he lay down again and rubbed his stomach. He must have been hungry and his brain stopped working.

Li Zhuiyuan took out a chocolate from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Huh?" Tan Wenbin immediately took it, peeled it and put it in his mouth, "Where did you get it from?"

"In the principal's office, hehe."

"Don't mention it, it's really delicious. It's worthy of the principal's blessing."

As he spoke, Tan Wenbin raised his arm and threw the chocolate at Zheng Haiyang, hitting it right on the head. Zheng Haiyang was startled, but he laughed out loud when he saw it was chocolate.

The female squad leader heard the noise, raised her head and glared at him.

Tan Wenbin was not afraid at all and stared back.

What a joke! If you are afraid of even the squad leader, how can you have the nerve to be the right protector?

However, after glaring back, Tan Wenbin made another parabola.

With a "ding dong" sound, the chocolate fell accurately on the monitor's desk this time.

The monitor's face suddenly turned red.

The students around the monitor all shouted, "Yooo ...

But the person involved, Tan Wenbin, was unaware of it. After throwing it, he lowered his head and asked Li Zhuiyuan: "Brother Xiaoyuan, aren't you anxious that I haven't found the dead person recently?"

"No."

"Don't you like to fish for dead bodies the most?"

"Well, there's nothing we can do if we can't find one."

"Why don't you go look for him? You go to school and come home every day. It's impossible for the dead to come to the school to inspect the work and see you. It's not a leader."

"I had eye problems last time."

"Uh, isn't this good?"

"I'm sorry to have made you worried."

"Oh, I see." Tan Wenbin nodded, "Indeed, then let's talk about fate."

"Jingle Bell!!!"

The school bell rang.

The students forced themselves to stand up and slowly walked out of the classroom to look for food. Knowing that they had several exams waiting for them in the evening, they all looked lifeless, like a group of dead bodies.

"Brother Binbin, let me lend you some books and papers. I'll take them back."

"Are you going to help me set up an altar and pray for my monthly exam results?"

"Ari needs it."

"Okay, I'll give it to you. I'll carry it for you. Haiyang and I have to go to the school gate to eat anyway, so it's a good opportunity to carry it to Runsheng. Haiyang, Haiyang, why are you still sitting there? Let's go eat!"

Everyone in the class had left, leaving only Zheng Haiyang lying on the desk.

Tan Wenbin walked over, patted him on the back, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Weren't you fine just now?"

Unexpectedly, this slap made a "slap, slap" sound of water.

Zheng Haiyang also seemed to be under stress. He suddenly sat up straight from his desk, with water oozing out of his mouth, nose, ears and eyes.

There had already been a pool of wetness gathered at his feet, and it was still spreading rapidly.

His face was pale and his expression was dull. The next moment, he looked up like a drowning man.
He began to shout:
"There is a turtle buried under the sea. Anyone who dares to dig it up will have his whole family killed!"

(End of this chapter)