To You, My Beloved

Tang Shi took the final exam paper of Gu Qingcheng's class back home and started marking her paper directly in front of Gu Qingcheng.

There is no primary school student who does not care about and be curious about his final grades.

Gu Qingcheng was no exception. She held a lollipop in her mouth and stood at the table, tiptoeing, looking longingly at Tang Shi's paper.

That day, in Tang Shi's study, this scene appeared:

While Tang Shi was doing the fourth-grade exam questions, while picking out Gu Qingcheng's mistakes, he said mercilessly: Gu Qingcheng, you didn't wake up during the exam? You can even write the wrong words in your memories. ?”

At that time, primary school students' examination papers were filled in with pencil.

As Tang Shi spoke, he took an eraser and erased Gu Qingcheng's typo Yi, changed it to the correct Yi, and then made a check mark with a red pen.

Gu Qingcheng, did you not eat in the morning? Didn't you write this fill-in-the-blank question, so you just skipped it?

Forgot? Why didn't you forget that your name is Gu Qingcheng?

Gu Qingcheng, are you a Pig? Dividing two hundred and thirty-seven by twenty-seven is not right.

Gu Qingcheng...

Gu Qingcheng...

Gu Qingcheng...

There were as many mistakes as there were in Gu Qingcheng's final exam paper, and Tang Shi ridiculed Gu Qingcheng as many times as he said.

Tang Shi satirized Gu Qingcheng so many times, wiped away as many mistakes as Gu Qingcheng's mistakes with a gun leather, and corrected the correct answers many times with a pencil.

Gu Qingcheng's eyes turned red after being ridiculed by Tang Shi's vicious words until the end.

Tang Shi glanced sideways at her crumbling tears, grabbed the pen with his finger, and couldn't help but use his strength. He clearly wanted to comfort the little girl who was about to cry, but the words he spoke were not coaxing at all: Gu Qingcheng, You dare to cry for a moment.

Gu Qingcheng felt even more wronged, and tears really fell down.

Tang Shi was even more panicked. He stared at the paper, and everything he said was a threat: Gu Qingcheng, if you dare to shed a single tear, I will make all your final exam scores zero.

Gu Qingcheng cried Wow like a child.

Tang Shi put down the pen in his hand and whispered: Troublemaker!

Then he took out the tissue on the table, wiped the tears from the corners of Gu Qingcheng's eyes, and when he spoke, he was no longer as mean as usual, but his tone was slightly straight: Okay, I was wrong, don't cry.

Despite his tone, there was no hint of sincerity in admitting his mistake.

But that was the first time in his life that he surrendered to Gu Qingcheng.

Gu Qingcheng was not a child who loved to hold grudges. He stopped crying immediately, looked at Tang Shi, and asked the question he was extremely concerned about: Then what score did I get in the exam?