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Zhu Qiang didn't come to school.

But Zhu Qiang's deeds have spread throughout the school.

After Han Xiaodong left the hospital, he never heard anything about Zhu's family. He went back to his three-point and one-line life of going to school during the day and working part-time at night.

Since having Little K, Han Xiaodong’s life has become busier than before. In Little K’s words, Han Xiaodong’s ability is no different from a piece of trash. A piece of trash can only become a handful of ashes in the furnace. Not qualified to be a torch.

Ever since he came back from Zhu Qiang's hospital, Little K started to train Han Xiaodong like hell.

Half a month into the training, Han Xiaodong's training volume has increased to [-] push-ups and [-] sit-ups a day, while practicing long-distance running, jujitsu, long boxing, Sanda and Jeet Kune Do.

But the most peculiar thing is that Little K also asked him to practice a strange meditation technique.

Different from the meditation technique that Han Xiaodong knows, this kind of meditation technique does not focus on introspection, nor does it pay attention to the connection with all things, it simply focuses on sleep.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is pure laziness, but in Han Xiaodong's view, this training is hundreds of times more difficult than any other training, because his ultimate goal is to sleep without dreams anytime, anywhere.

Under this kind of endless tossing and little K's crazy guidance, in the blink of an eye, Han Xiaodong's physical fitness has been greatly improved, especially in terms of strength and agility, even surpassing Xu Meng by a large margin.

Accompanied by endless training, is the plummeting academic performance.In the latest investigation, Han Xiaodong's test scores fell from the bottom ten in the class to the last one in the class, and the total score was more than 230 points behind the bottom No.

"Han Xiaodong!" Teacher Zhao stood on the podium and shouted Han Xiaodong's name angrily.

Han Xiaodong stood up slowly, without even looking at Teacher Zhao.

"What's the use of your brain?!" Teacher Zhao roared angrily:

"Look at your score! You can count with your fingers! You still have the face to sit on that stool? Is your mind full of mud when you shake your head? You don't want to miss it." Just say it, pack it now and get the hell out!"

Ever since Zhu Qiang's incident, Han Xiaodong has become Teacher Zhao's concern, and he would scold him whenever he had anything to do. This time when the results were released, Han Xiaodong was even more prepared to be scolded bloody.

"Laughing? What are you laughing at? What's so funny?! You passed the exam, right? One by one can eat better than anyone else, and the test is a bear bag!"

After scolding for a while, Teacher Zhao's anger didn't seem to calm down, but instead burned more and more fiercely.

"Look at the grades of Class [-]. They are all taught by the same teacher. Look at their grades! Don't you feel ashamed? Are you worthy of your parents like this?"

"Remedial classes, remedial classes, where are all the remedial classes? I give you remedial classes just to play the piano! Go home and tell your parents, starting today, the remedial class fee will increase by 100 yuan per person! It is an angry fee for the teacher! If you can’t afford the remedial class fee If you drop out of school early, it doesn't matter if you don't go to school!"

Teacher Zhao scolded on the podium. All the students in the audience lowered their heads and did not speak. Han Xiaodong turned his head and looked out the window. He knew that Teacher Zhao’s last words were for himself. There were 42 students in the class who did not participate in the Zhao He is the only teacher who makes up classes.

"Han Xiaodong, let me tell you, after passing the exam, you should expel me immediately, we don't need a scum like you in our class! After school!" Teacher Zhao slapped the table, turned and left the classroom, and the class immediately became chaotic.

"Are you okay?" Wang Jiayuan tugged at Han Xiaodong's clothes and asked cautiously.

"It's okay." Han Xiaodong sat back on his seat and answered in a low voice. Although he had made his own plans and stopped taking Mr. Zhao's words to heart, he still let him be scolded so widely. I'm in the worst mood.

"How about, starting from this week, let's do homework together on weekends, and we can discuss what we don't know." Wang Jiayuan said very carefully, Han Xiaodong knew that she was going to help him make up lessons, and was afraid of hurting his self-esteem , That's what he said, but he already has his own ideas, and he doesn't want to drag Wang Jiayuan down.

"No, otherwise I don't plan to read it anymore, it just happens to be an opportunity." After Han Xiaodong finished speaking, he picked up his schoolbag and went out.

Wang Jiayuan called a few times from behind, but he didn't turn around to answer.

After school, Han Xiaodong hurried straight to Old Monster Qiu's noodle shop, because Mr. Zhao was urging the class, so today he was a little later than usual. When he arrived at the noodle shop, he changed his clothes and started working without saying a word.

The time in the noodle restaurant is the most relaxing time for Han Xiaodong. Greeting guests, ordering and delivering food, clearing tables and chairs, everything is in order, without thinking or worrying. He hopes that such days can continue forever.

After finishing work in the evening, Mr. Qiu ordered two bowls of noodles as usual, and the old and the young each picked up a bowl and started eating.

"I heard that you are about to take the exam?" Mr. Qiu asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Han Xiaodong was taken aback by the question, he didn't expect Grandpa Qiu to know about it.

"What's it called... the exam? If you're busy with the exam, don't come to the store during this period of time. I'll challenge you for a while, and then come back after the exam." Old Man Qiu ate the noodles in a leisurely manner, but his mouth was not idle. with.

"Ah, no problem, you can basically pass the exam." Han Xiaodong continued to eat noodles, he didn't want Grandpa Qiu to worry too much.

"Then do you want to go to university next year? Do you have any plans?" Mr. Qiu continued to eat noodles, asking at random.

Hearing the college entrance examination, Han Xiaodong's hands slowed down, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Qiu asked.

"It's okay, I... I won't take the college entrance exam." Han Xiaodong hesitated, but he still told the truth, he didn't want to deceive the old man.

After listening to Mr. Qiu, he put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and asked in puzzlement, "Why? Is there any difficulty?"

Han Xiaodong smiled wryly, shook his head and said three words: "I can't pass the exam."

Mr. Qiu frowned, slapped the table, and shouted: "Nonsense! You are so worthless at such a young age, why can't you pass the exam? You are no less brainy than others, how can you say such unambitious things!"

Han Xiaodong was not angry when he saw Mr. Qiu lost his temper, he just put down the bowl and chopsticks, and explained: "Grandpa Qiu, you are right, I am not stupid, but some things can be done well without being stupid and working hard." .”

Mr. Qiu straightened his neck and asked angrily: "Then tell me, what can't be done even if you work hard?"

Han Xiaodong smiled wryly again, and sighed: "I was admitted to our high school with the No.3 grade in the whole school. In the final exam of the first semester of senior high school, I got the first grade in the class. Is this considered smart and hardworking?"

Mr. Qiu nodded: "Not bad, boy, it's very good, so why do you say that you can't pass the exam now?"

"Grandpa Qiu, you don't know. We changed the class teacher in the next semester of high school, and the whole situation has changed. Our teacher Zhao has organized make-up lessons on the first day. He never lectures in class, only does questions, and only gives lectures during make-up lessons. ,so……"

"Then you..." Mr. Qiu originally wanted to ask why you didn't take make-up lessons, but suddenly stopped. Han Xiaodong was able to work part-time with him, so it must be because his family conditions are very bad, and he has to pay make-up fees for make-up lessons, presumably this is him The reason for the decline in academic performance.

So I had no choice but to change my words: "Then what are your plans?"

"I want to work with you for a while, save enough money to take the self-examination, and then further study." Han Xiaodong expressed his thoughts to others for the first time.

Old Man Qiu heaved a sigh of relief, nodded, put another piece of meat into Han Xiaodong's bowl, and then said, "Good boy, just tell Grandpa what you need for study. If the old man is not capable enough, there is nothing he can do. As long as he has that ability, I will definitely help you to the end."

Han Xiaodong looked at Grandpa Qiu's kind face, and the haze that had accumulated all night finally dissipated completely. Hope, in fact, is everywhere.