Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Yang Jinjuan called home at seven o'clock in the morning.

After receiving a call from her son Tang Yisheng last night, she called his homeroom teacher, Sun Yanxin.

After understanding the whole story, I didn't call home immediately.

She knew that Song Zhiming was most likely still hungover, and waking him up would only upset him.

No need.

At high school, we had morning exercises at 5:40, followed by morning reading. We could contact Song Zhiming when he was about to go to work without any problems.

The phone was answered after ringing three times.

"Feed".

Song Zhiming's voice was slightly hoarse, clearly showing signs of just waking up from a hangover.

"Did you drink too much again last night?"

"fine."

Song Zhiming smiled, a rare occurrence: "Your son left a glass of water by my bedside last night, and he even went to get breakfast this morning."

"That kid."

Yang Jinjuan laughed on the other end of the phone: "She probably knows she's messed up, so she's secretly trying to curry favor with you."

"You got into trouble at school? What happened?"

"His homeroom teacher said that some classmates came to their classroom during break to pick a fight with him, and he beat them up. They're currently in the provincial hospital..."

The truth of the matter is not important; what is important is that identifying the responsible party makes it easier for Song Zhiming to come forward, rather than shirking responsibility.

Although Song Zhiming is unlikely to shirk his responsibility, there are many intricacies involved in how he should step forward.

"Don't worry, I'll have Xiao Chen find out about the situation later. If it really doesn't work, I'll make a trip to the hospital during lunch break to talk to the other parents."

Song Zhiming looked down at the half-eaten mutton and scallion bun in his hand and shook his head silently.

Men may understand men's thoughts better.

If your own father immigrates abroad, your grown son will definitely feel awkward living under someone else's roof.

It's heartbreaking that such a young child knows how to play these tricks; behind that naive shrewdness lies a truly poignant truth.

Thinking of Tang Yisheng inevitably brings to mind his beloved daughters Junying and Junxiu.

Fortunately, his ex-wife had no immediate plans to remarry, and he, her biological father, had not moved away, so he was not worried about any extra burdens on them as they grew up.

After hanging up the phone, Song Zhiming returned to the restaurant. He had almost finished his steamed buns, and there were still some reheated food and a bowl of millet porridge on the table.

The food was clearly from the cafeteria last night.

When Song Zhiming lifted the lid just now, the food and buns were still warm.

It's estimated that Tang Yisheng got hot again before leaving home.

While drinking millet porridge, Song Zhiming recalled his interactions with Tang Yisheng.

It's rare, but it's reasonable to infer that Tang Yisheng doesn't seem like a mischievous and domineering child.

For some reason, a phrase came to mind: "A rabbit will bite when cornered."

Was Tang Yisheng being bullied badly at school?

Song Zhiming thought that if he saw Junying the day after tomorrow weekend, he might as well ask her about it. Maybe he would find out something about Tang Yisheng at school.

It's true that I'm busy with work, and it's also true that I haven't paid much attention to Tang Yisheng.

Song Zhiming couldn't help but examine himself.

It is said that you should not do to others what you would not have them do to you.

Thinking of her daughter, and then looking at Tang Yisheng, she realized that the boy was indeed a bit pitiful.

Since he had remarried Yang Jinjuan, taking care of Tang Yisheng was also an expression of his love for Yang Jinjuan.

It can also promote family harmony.

When we get to the office later, I'll have Xiao Chen handle this matter.

Song Zhiming had made up his mind. He might have been a little perfunctory when he made the phone call, but his plan to take time out at noon to go to the hospital was now set in stone.

……

After morning reading, Fatty Wang Liqiang, as usual, called Tang Yisheng to go to the cafeteria for lunch together.

"You left early last night without saying a word, and I waited for you for more than twenty minutes."

"My husband is understanding that I've exhausted myself with physical exertion, so he told me to go home early and rest up."

"Can't you stop bragging? Did you get preferential treatment because your grades were pretty good on the monthly exam?"

Ordinary students and high-achieving students are viewed differently by teachers and receive different treatment.

Tang Yisheng's grades were generally in the middle of the class, and his ranking in the grade was thirty to fifty places lower than Fatty's.

If you occasionally do well on a test, your homeroom teacher might be a little more lenient with you.

Tang Yisheng remained silent.

The monthly exam results were posted during morning self-study, but he didn't look at them.

From yesterday until now, Tang Yisheng has been reviewing textbooks for many subjects and is quite confident in his abilities.

With photographic memory and refined passive intelligence technology, Tang Yisheng now feels that he is unimaginably powerful in exam-taking.

What does his past performance in exams have to do with his present performance?

The left and right staircases converge at the last half of the grand staircase, and the number of people heading to the cafeteria increases.

The fat boy suddenly raised his voice: "Have your class's monthly exam results been posted yet? What score did you get?"

This abrupt desire for self-expression—

Tang Yisheng glanced at the group of girls going downstairs on the left.

Jiang Ruoxi was indeed inside.

Yes, Tang Yisheng also saw Zhang Lei.

"And you?"

"I didn't do very well this time, I only got 772..."

With a total score of 900 across six subjects, what level is a score of 772?

Even after decades later, Tang Yisheng still couldn't quite figure him out when he returned.

But looking at the fat guy's smug expression as he glanced to the right, you could deduce from his toenails that he did well on the monthly exam.

But fat people are meant to be teased, and Tang Yisheng was never the straight man in the comedy between him and the fat man.

Besides, he also wanted to attract Zhang Lei's attention.

"So, how many points did your 'white moonlight' get on the test?"

"Huh, what, what white moonlight?"

"It's that girl you've had a crush on since junior high!"

Tang Yisheng raised his voice as well: "Do you want me to give you my name or something?"

"No, no, Old Tang, don't talk nonsense. I, I didn't, I didn't..."

The fat man was so anxious that his jaw trembled and he started stuttering uncontrollably.

"snort!"

Jiang Ruoxi suddenly turned her head and snorted loudly in the direction of Tang Yisheng and the fat man.

The fat man shuddered.

Tang Yisheng knew that this guy's world had collapsed.

The two fell silent again.

Silently, I walked out of the teaching building, silently passing the flagpole and the teaching area square.

Only after turning right to the cafeteria entrance did the fat man mutter to himself again, "Old Tang, when did I ever have a crush on a classmate?"

"You don't like Jiang Ruoxi anymore?"

The fat man stumbled and almost fell onto the steps.

"I didn't! Don't talk nonsense."

"Okay, let's make a three-point agreement: you won't ask me about my grades, I won't mention your 'white moonlight' (ideal love), and we won't make things difficult for each other."

"No, I already told you my grades."

"so what?"

Tang Yisheng turned his head and raised his voice even higher, becoming serious: "How many points did your 'white moonlight' get? What was her class ranking? How does she compare to you?"

"Stop! Deal!"

Tang Yisheng patted the fat man's broad shoulder: "That's right, eat well and don't think about those other things."

"Old Tang, I think you're going a bit awful. You weren't like this before..."

"You said it yourself, that was in the past."

"And now what's the reason?"

"Now my buddy's evolved, he's become Niu Gulu (a powerful figure in Chinese mythology)."

However, no one picked up on Tang Yisheng's joke.

These days, Qing Dynasty dramas aren't popular yet.

"What's wrong with Niohuru? And why do junior high school classmates have to be the 'white moonlight' (ideal figure)?"

"You'll understand if you read some of Eileen Chang's novels when you have time."

"Eileen Chang? Who is Eileen Chang? Is she a novelist?"

The fat man asked casually.

Tang Yisheng was suddenly stunned.