Carry the handle and tell me not to leave after school

05

"son!"

As soon as Qiao Zhuo finished speaking, Xiao Yin suddenly rushed out from behind and patted Hang Yiwei's shoulder with one hand.

At that moment, the expression on Hang Yiwei's face trembled three times.

"What expression is this? Do I eat people?" Xiao Yin squinted his eyes and raised his long legs to block Hang Yiwei. Hang Yiwei was moving forward mechanically, Xiao Yin rushed over suddenly, Hang Yiwei didn't take his foot back, and his forehead hit Xiao Yin's nose directly.

Depend on!

Hang Yiwei suddenly took several steps back, as if Xiao Yin could eat people.

Isn't that cannibalism? It's so fucking called daddy.

Xiao Yin frowned and rubbed his nose, with an ugly expression on his face, "Do you still want to try whether my nose is real or fake?"

"No, you blocked my way." Hang Yiwei looked a little embarrassed.

Xiao Yin took a deep look at him, and then said lightly, "Wait for me to withdraw money after school at noon."

"Ah."

When Hang Yiwei mentioned money, he immediately put everything about gay and father in the back of his mind.

"Let's go." After Xiao Yin settled the money matter, he turned around and walked away with long legs.

Qiao Zhuo opened his mouth wide, and looked at Hang Yiwei in disbelief, "You, you——"

Hang Yiwei frowned, with an awkward look on his face.

"When did you trade more money with Xiao Yin! It can't be for the flesh!" The expression on Qiao Zhuo's face instantly changed like a rainbow candy.

I don't know what to think about.

Hang Yiwei frowned impatiently, "What the hell, I just wrote a letter for him."

"Word? What word?"

Hang Yiwei waved his hand, "I'm too lazy to tell you, just make up your mind slowly."

Maybe what he said is not as exciting as he imagined.

"No, Hang Hang, Brother Hang, don't do this, I don't have to attend class today if you do this."

"Have you heard of it?"

"Master Hang!"

Uncle Hang didn't need to stand up to listen to the class this week. When he arrived in the classroom, he slumped on the table. The classroom is always a place where people empty their bodies.

Uncle Hang was paralyzed until the morning self-study at [-]:[-], and Shen Xuechu walked in from the door with a complicated expression.

The students in Class [-] were a little surprised to see the old aunt's expression. The old aunt usually likes Mondays so much. She often teaches them that Monday is a good day and the beginning of a new life. Every Monday chicken soup starts on Monday.

what is it today?

Zhao Xianxian lacked nerves, and his personality was more carefree than boys. He would think that something was wrong, so he raised his voice and asked without thinking, "Mr. Shen, what's the matter? Our monthly exam results are out?"

Shen Xuechu stared at her, then walked to the front of the podium without saying anything, pulled out the stool and sat down.

Zhao Xianxian was taken aback by such Shen Xuechu, so he quickly shut up and began to recite the book seriously.Hang Yiwei's heart skipped a beat, and then he thought that it had nothing to do with him being so quiet this week, and then he went away looking at the English book with peace of mind.

This morning, the morning self-study of the entire eighth class became surprisingly 'serious' because of Shen Xuechu's low pressure.

Two minutes before the end of morning self-study, Shen Xuechu suddenly got up and looked at Hang Yiwei, "Hang Yiwei, come to my office." He left after speaking.

People in the classroom turned their attention to Hang Yiwei.

"Hanghang, what happened to you again?"

"You fought again? You didn't take any injuries. You won this time?"

"The old aunt is very angry this time, Hang Hang hold on."

"Get the hell out of here." Hang Yiwei frowned, he couldn't figure out what he had done to make the old aunt so unhappy.He didn't get so angry when he went out to make money and fight with people.

Could it be because of the calligraphy he wrote for Aunt Xiao Yin?It shouldn't be, it's not a crime.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Hang Yiwei went all the way to the old aunt's office anxiously.

Behind him were several onlookers who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal.

The old aunt was alone in the office. Hang Yiwei made a report, but the old aunt nodded without saying a word.It seems that this time he is really angry.

Hang Yiwei walked over and obediently called Teacher Shen.

Shen Xuechu rubbed his eyebrows with one hand, and said a little tiredly, "How much do you think you can get in the last calligraphy competition?"

Hang Yiwei was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the old aunt to tell him this matter, he carefully recalled the few words he glanced at in the calligraphy competition at that time, it seemed that he was not as good as him, "At least it is No. 2."

There are still a few pieces of writing that he hasn't seen, and he can't guarantee that there is no writing better than his.

Shen Xuechu smiled when he heard this answer, "So confident?"

"I have been practicing since I was a child." Hang Yiwei is still very confident in this aspect.

Shen Xuechu looked at Hang Yiwei like this for a long time, and the expression on his face became more and more complicated.

"At what age did you start practicing? How many years have you practiced?"

Hang Yiwei became more and more inexplicable, did the old aunt let him chat?

However, since this is his class teacher, he still made serious calculations, "Almost 12 years ago, I started practicing with my grandfather when I was four years old."

Shen Xuechu looked at Hang Yiwei with mixed feelings in his heart.

12 years.

He has read Hang Yiwei's handwriting, and there is not only 12 years of perseverance in that stroke, but also unique talent.But now...how did he tell Hang Yiwei that he couldn't even get a No.3 in his handwriting?

Hang Yiwei was a little scared by Shen Xuechu's stare.

"Mr. Shen, what's the matter with you?"

Shen Xuechu twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, "It's okay, you can go back first."

"what?"

"Go back and study hard." Shen Xuechu pressed his eyebrows.

Hang Yiwei backed out with a dazed expression.

A few melon-eaters waiting outside saw him and immediately surrounded him, "Master Hang, what happened?"

Qiao Zhuo didn't know when he followed, and now he put his arm around Hang Yiwei's neck, "Are you all right? Didn't you do nothing yesterday?"

"It's okay." Hang Yiwei threw his paw down impatiently, "Go back to class."

He himself can't figure out Shen Xuechu's routine at this moment. Could it be that his handwriting is so beautiful that it shocked Shen Xuechu?

But didn't Shen Xuechu know that his handwriting was beautiful when he started school?After watching for so long, it's fine if you don't feel tired from your eyes, so you don't come to him specifically to ask such a few gossips, right?I can't figure out the routine of the head teacher, I can't figure it out.

Shen Xuechu would be sitting alone in the office, frowning tightly.

Thinking of what the teaching director said at the impromptu meeting about the calligraphy competition yesterday, there was a fire in his heart that he had nowhere to vent.

He sat for a while, then got up and went out.