Meng Xiaozhi Sugar Core

"I'm really making a fool of myself. I haven't even asked you what your name is, little girl."

"Li Xiaomeng."

"Not only is she beautiful, but her name is also very nice. Can you tell me where you went last night and what you did?"

I recounted to her everything that happened last night, and when she saw that I didn't seem to be lying, the worry in her eyes gradually faded away.

"Xin'er, I'm actually quite happy that you're a good friend."

My aunt pulled me to sit on the sofa. The sofa was very soft and comfortable, and there was floor heating under my feet, so my whole body felt warm.

"Would you like some fruit? You'll have to go and talk to Xin'er later, otherwise I'm worried she'll be upset again." She took a plate of cherries from the table and handed it to me.

"Auntie, I think Tang Xin's life is very tiring." I looked at the cherries and drooled a little, but one should not be knocked down by sugar-coated bullets.

"Ok?"

"Tang Xin, as the class monitor at school, has to study herself and take care of her classmates and the class. When she gets home, she has to do homework and attend tutoring classes. During the holidays, there are endless interest classes and make-up classes. She has too little time for herself." I continued.

"We don't want her to lose at the starting line."

"You mentioned the starting line. You also know that life is a long-distance race. If you start slowly, will you really lose the race? Long-distance running is about endurance, not burst. If you use up all your strength at the start, you will lose miserably."

Her mother had a complicated expression on her face, and I knew what she was thinking.

"Although Tang Xin and I are both children, we are all human beings. Tang Xin's father should also respect his child's choice. It would be good if he could just try to understand and learn more about his child."

"She's still young."

"Children are more mature than you think."

She fell into deep thought and did not answer for a long time.

"Auntie, I'll go and keep Tang Xin company."

"it is good."

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"Tang Xin, I'm coming in?"

"The door is unlocked."

I gently pushed open Tang Xin's door, and in front of me was a small orange bedroom. The bedroom was equipped with a desk, bookshelf, wardrobe, and bed, all of which were cute. There were several big dolls hanging on the wall, and there were also several cute plastic figures on the desk, and a small Mac Air with a Togepi sticker on it. The bookshelf was full of books, including the Goosebumps series, the Little Tigers series, and many comics, magazines, and novels. In addition to these books that children like to read, I also saw a lot of novels that adults like, such as the Three-Body Problem, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, and The Time Machine.

"Tang Xin, are you still angry?"

"No, actually I'm not angry. I'm just very sad." Tang Xin lay on the table, buried her head in her arms, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

"Have a good talk with your parents and say everything you want to say instead of just bearing it like you did before." I sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her head.

"No." The little girl was very stubborn and refused to give in.

"Tang Xin, let me tell you a story, okay?"

"it is good."

"There was a boy driving a car, and his mother was sitting next to him in the passenger seat. They were arguing more and more fiercely, and the boy became more and more angry. He was so angry that he stepped on the accelerator. Finally, he lost control of the car and crashed into a large car driving slowly in front. Parts were scattered all over the ground."

"What happened next?" Tang Xin raised her head and looked at me.

"When the car was about to hit the front vehicle, the boy must have realized his mistake. He turned the steering wheel and let the driver's side hit the front vehicle first. His mother was not seriously injured, but she could not be rescued."

"If, if they could consider the problem from each other's perspective. Maybe there wouldn't be this tragedy. Maybe they could go home together and have dinner happily, talk about work and family matters. But there are no ifs anymore. There is another broken family in this world." I looked into her eyes, "Tang Xin, the biggest difference between us humans and animals is that we can communicate, so we can understand each other's feelings. Just like me, I know Tang Xin is in pain, so I will come to comfort you. If one day, I am very sad, you will come too, right?"

"Um……"

"We've only known each other for a little over a year, and you're so nice to me. Your parents have been with you growing up for so many years, you can understand that, right? I believe your parents have realized that they were wrong, and now it's up to you, Tang Xin, to take action." I know what I said is a bit chicken soup for the soul, but Tang Xin doesn't have the ability and power to live independently now. If her parents still force her to do things she doesn't like, when Tang Xin grows up, I will naturally persuade her to live independently and be the master of her own life.

"I understand, Xiaomeng. Thank you." Tang Xin nodded vigorously.

"Hey, thank you for what you said."

Afterwards, Tang Xin went out and apologized to her mother, which moved her mother so much that she burst into tears and hugged Tang Xin and cried for a long time.

After venting my emotions, I said goodbye to Tang Xin and her mother.

"Wouldn't you like to stay for lunch?" her mother urged.

"Thank you, Auntie. There are too many leftovers at home, and I have to go back to cook." I scratched my head and said embarrassedly.

"Is that so? I don't know how to thank you. Oh, how about taking some fruit back? Tang Xin has loved eating cherries since she was little. We bought her a lot of cherries, but I think she can't finish them all. Take some away."

"Yes, yes, Xiaomeng, it's delicious. I'll get it for you."

Tang Xin was even more active than her mother. She turned around and ran to the kitchen. After a while, she came out with a clattering sound on the floor: "Here."

Wow, this must weigh about four or five kilograms.

"Is that too much?" I felt a little embarrassed.

"It's not much. You can give it to your aunt and sister." Tang Xin smiled and said, "I'll come to your house next time."

In the end, I couldn't refuse the kindness, so I put the things in the basket on the front of my bicycle and rode home.

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"Wow, Cherry!"

When my aunt saw what I brought home, her eyes widened. Xiaoling was also drooling over it.

"Go wash your hands. I'll wash some for you. Don't eat too much, or you'll get diarrhea."

As a result, one pound of cherries disappeared in a flash.

"So, that's how you solved someone's family crisis?"

"What family crisis?" I rolled my eyes at my aunt. "It's normal for a child to run away from home. When he reaches the age of middle school, he must have reached the rebellious stage."

After saying this, I noticed that there was something wrong with the way the two people looked at me.

"Why...why are you looking at me like that?" I felt a little embarrassed.

"Nothing, I just feel like you're a thirty-year-old uncle, even though you're just a junior high school girl."

"Yeah, uncle sister."

"It seems like you two don't want to eat!!!"

"Ahhh, please don't, Xiaomeng is the best!"

"Sister Saigao!"

The author says:

I want to finish junior high school quickly and enter the main line high school.

Chapter 19 School Begins

The first month of the new year had just passed and school had already started before the Lantern Festival.

The weather was warm but still cold, and the students who came to school were all dressed up like dumplings, and the parents wanted to wrap their children's scarves around their hair. The one-way street in front of the school, which was not very large to begin with, was blocked by the children coming to school and the parents who were picking them up.

After much effort, I finally crossed the road and walked into the school. As soon as I entered the gate, I saw a large group of people surrounding the school bulletin board in three circles.

From the sporadic conversations between parents and children around me, I slowly remembered that the classes were divided.

The original class was reorganized and I was officially assigned to the new Class 1.

Obviously, the school's sudden move has caused dissatisfaction among many parents. They are standing at the bottom of the administrative building with their children, arguing with several teachers. The sound can be heard from far away. As for the reasons, there are probably only a few. This is something that the principal came up with on the spur of the moment, and in the end, it is the grassroots teachers who have to clean up the mess.

The new Class 1 was assigned to the location of the old Class 5. Many students were busy moving books. They were not students of the new Class 1, but students of the old Class 5 who were asked to move out of their classrooms and move to the new classrooms. I then remembered that my original textbooks and workbooks were still in the old classrooms. This feeling was very subtle. When I moved out of the classroom, I felt like a dog that had lost its home, and when I moved into the new classroom, I felt like a cuckoo occupying a magpie's nest. In short, it was not very comfortable.

By the time Tang Xin and I finished moving things around, it was almost half past nine. Because the head teacher hadn't come yet, everyone chose their own seats. Tang Xin and I actually sat at the same table this time. We chose the third table by the window, which was my suggestion. It had good lighting and wouldn't easily cause myopia.

"Xiao Meng, what kind of person is the head teacher? Will he be the same as Teacher Ye?" Tang Xin held up her head, her eyes full of confusion.

"You ask me, I don't know either?"

Just as Tang Xin and I were chatting, a figure flashed from the door to the podium. Looking closely, it was the dean, Mr. Huang.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and used his hand to smooth the few strands of hair that were stuck to his crown: "I'm sorry, classmates. I have too many parent affairs to deal with today. I'm late. But I appreciate your discipline."

That’s true. The top 30 students in the school sit in this class. There is no teacher, and no one is walking around. They all read books quietly. At most, they chat quietly with their familiar deskmates like me.

"I won't say any more nonsense. Let's skip the self-introduction part. Anyway, everyone is more or less familiar with each other. Let's just talk about the arrangements." Teacher Huang opened his notebook, flipped through a few pages, and found the information he wanted to see. "Next year, when the second semester of the third year of junior high school begins, No. 1 Middle School will enroll students in advance. Only Chinese, math, English and science will be tested. History, geography, physical education, etc. will not be tested. The examination results will also be invalid."

The students were all a little surprised. This was a very utilitarian recruitment method, almost contrary to quality education. But after a few sighs, the class immediately returned to silence.

"Well, so our special training class will not take any courses other than these, including but not limited to physical education and music classes, and our evening self-study is also a required course."

There was some struggle on everyone's face. Even the best students were just teenagers at the moment, and their playful nature still made them feel uncomfortable with such an arrangement.

There is no way out. If they do not get good enough scores in the 30-to-10 exam, they will be eliminated. The cost of being eliminated is terrible. They will take the high school entrance exam together with ordinary students. However, they may not have enough time to prepare for quality education courses such as physical education, history, geography, etc., which will be a disaster.

Life in this elite class is boring and tedious. Every day, we have to go to school after getting up and go to bed after finishing our studies. Even the time for eating and going to the toilet is squeezed out. Tang Xin and I both feel a little tired, and we talk less every day.

In the first class test, the teacher gave very difficult questions, many of which were beyond the syllabus, in order to widen the gap between the students. When the results came out, I naturally took first place by "cheating" by memory, and Tang Xin took fifth place by virtue of her strong ability. However, the already dull environment in the class became even more terrifying. It was strangely quiet, and I even heard some people sobbing quietly, probably because they failed the test. The dragon head became the phoenix tail, and everyone present was the top three in each class. When I suddenly saw my name at the end of the transcript, I was really shocked, as if my pride was severely shattered by my peers.

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"All the students are excellent. I know that some of them ranked last in the class in this exam. But don't be discouraged. After all, the last in the class is still in the top 30 in the whole school." As an old teacher, Director Huang can naturally see some clues. "Also, everyone's scores are very close, so don't blame yourself too much."

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But such consolation is like that famous saying on the Internet: I understand the truth, but I just can't do it. Humans are emotional animals. When emotions collapse, reason cannot control their behavior.

Less than half a semester later, ten students were missing from the class, and they voluntarily chose to withdraw. Was this considered self-degradation? I don't think so. Perhaps from a long-term perspective, they made the right choice.

On this day, during evening self-study, the plum rain season had arrived and a drizzle was falling outside.

I looked at the increasingly empty classroom and said to Tang Xin, "If you are tired, I will go back with you."

Tang Xin was a little surprised and puzzled: "Xiao Meng, why?"

"Is it worth giving up everything for the so-called experimental class exam?" I looked at her and remembered the time when she threw herself on my shoulders and told me that I wanted to write a novel.

"I don't know." Tang Xin hesitated, "But I can't give up! Because, I know that if I give up, Xiao Meng will definitely follow me back."

"You're still thinking about me." I said with a wry smile. This little girl sometimes thinks too much about others.

"Actually, I was also quite happy when my parents showed off my grades to relatives and friends." Tang Xin lowered her head, "I didn't want to disappoint my father."