Atypical Heroine

Xu Runyu came over.

Immediately, she lightly placed the plastic bag in her hand on her desk and instructed, "The school doctor said that if the burn is not serious, you can eat half of it, and remember to drink more warm water."

Ji Yu's eyes didn't leave her cheek, he responded first, then nodded and said, "Thank you."

Wondering if she heard what she just said.

"It's okay." Xu Runyu didn't say anything else, and sat back to her seat.

The school bell rang.

... must have heard.

Ji Yu took out the box of antipyretics from the translucent plastic bag, looked at it for a while, and took half of it respecting the doctor's order.

Then lie down to sleep.

In a daze, I vaguely heard the English teacher's voice asking, "What's wrong with Ji Yu?"

Someone next to me said, "She's not feeling well, she's sick."

The English teacher said "oh", and then she recited the text thoughtfully and bypassed her. The next one ordered Gu Huiyi to get up and endorse it.

…

In math class, the teacher filled the entire blackboard in less than half of the class as usual. He habitually picked up the blackboard eraser, looked at the amount of homework, and turned to ask.

"Who is the birthday today?"

After half a sound, no one answered.

The math teacher turned to look at the monitor, and the monitor replied, "It's Qian Wenen."

"Qian Wenen, are you cleaning the blackboard today?"

Qian Wenen propped up his double chin and was looking at the scenery outside the window, when he was suddenly clicked, he reacted and said, "Yes...that's right."

The math teacher put the blackboard eraser down, stood away and said, "Then come up and erase."

Qian Wenen stood up reluctantly, and just took half a step forward, when he suddenly thought of a good idea, "Teacher, then you stay away."

As he spoke, he suddenly circled to the back of the classroom and took out the wooden handle mop that was placed behind the door.

Holding it high in his hand, he walked quickly to the blackboard.

Holding the mop, he started dragging the blackboard.

The cloth on the mop head eats chalk dust very much, and he sweeps a large blackboard clean with three or two waves.

"…"

The whole class was silent for a few seconds, and the faint laughter stopped when he raised the mop high, and no one applauded.

The math teacher silently rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, very smart, you go down."

"Remember to clean up the mop after class."

After Qian Wenen shoved the mop back to the door, he answered proudly.

—

Since no one disturbed her during the period, Ji Yu woke up before school, half an hour of self-study time.

The medicine worked, and she woke up with no discomfort at all.

"Ji Yu," the head of the podium office reminded her when she saw that she was awake, "Remember to hand in your revised homework."

"it is good."

She sorted out the assignments for the two exam papers that were just handed out, clipped them into the textbook, and began to correct the assignments that were handed out earlier.

Soon the school bell rang.

Students on duty began to do duty one after another.

The last time I wiped the blackboard today, Qian Wenen quickly wiped the blackboard clean in the same way.

He was carrying the mop and was about to clean it up, but he stopped before taking two steps, thinking that since cleaning the blackboard eraser only needs to pat the dust, then he cleans the mop head, doesn't he just need to pat the dust?

As soon as he said it, he raised the mop and slapped it on the corridor railing.

Immediately, a cloud of white ash floated downstairs.

This method was really good. Qian Wenen happily slapped the mop head hard, and soon the dust that flew up became less, and the mop cloth head became clean at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But he seemed to be too strong, and again, the mop cloth head fell off the wooden handle.

He was stunned for a moment, only a wooden stick was left in his hand.

He was busy clinging to the railing and looking down, the cloth head even hit someone. Fortunately, the floor of their classroom is not high.

Qian Wenen dumbly shouted down, "Are you alright?"

The stupid son of the landlord opened his mouth and complained, "Why don't you walk away, and you are still standing below. If a vase is knocked down, wouldn't your head bloom!"

"You throw it back at me."

"Second floor, can you throw it up?"

After he finished a series of words, he saw the unfortunate man who was hit by the mop head. He slowly turned around and took off the mop cloth on his head, revealing an old face.

His hair, face, and spectacle lenses were covered in a layer of chalk dust.

The tone was even more ruthless than that of the three-footed ice, "How many classes are you in?"

"What is your name."

Qian Wenen shrank his head in fright and recognized that this was the famous dean of education.

Busy back to the classroom to pick up the bag to escape.

As soon as he ran to the top of the stairs, he met the dean who came to arrest him. Sin plus one.

In the office, Ji Yu handed over the set homework book, and heard Xu Runyu say to the English teacher, "Okay, then I'll bring it over before 6:40."

"Okay, you go."

The two walked out of the office almost at the same time and passed by.

Xu Runyu took one step ahead of her, without looking at her from beginning to end.

Back to the hallway of the classroom.

Ji Yu walked slowly behind her, looked at her back, and touched her nose with a guilty conscience.

It was she who was gossiping about others behind her back, and it was her who was wrong.

Gu Huiyi ran out suddenly, her eyes looking for her everywhere, and her face was that kind of smile that couldn't help but want to share.

"Ji Yu! You are here!"

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you! Hahahaha Qian Wenen smashed the head of the mop that was all chalk dust on the dean, you know..."

—

Qian Wenen buried his head in writing the review, thinking hard, and didn't know how to make up 1,500 words.

The dean of education has strictly stated in advance that copying on the Internet is not allowed.

He said that he would use various search engines to confirm whether the sentences in his review were original, and once found plagiarism, the 1,500 words would be rewritten into 15,000 words.

Qian Wenen didn't believe that he was so insane, but he didn't dare to take the risk.

He really had a limited amount of ink in his stomach, so he had to hold back the words one after another, repeating the words "I'm sorry, I was wrong" and "Teacher, I was wrong" three times over and over again.

Suddenly a hand reached out and picked up the review paper on his desk.

Qian Wenen looked up in a bad mood, "Why?"

Seeing that it was Ji Yu, he softened his tone and added, "...I'm writing a review."

Ji Yu looked at his review paper, tilted his head to look at Xu Runyu next to him, smiled and said, "Go play, I'll write it for you."

"Will you help me write?"

"Well, I'll write it for you, 1,500 words, you can't copy it online, right?"

"You really want to help me write?? Sister Ji, you are my reborn parents!"

"You really want to help me write..."

"Well," Ji Yu said impatiently, "let's go."

Qian Wenen's eyes widened, "But I can't leave. I have to take it to him before seven o'clock to check it before I can go back."

Ji Yu frowned and waved the paper in his hand, "Go home and play, I'll help you with this."

Qian Wenen was so moved that he almost burst into tears, clasped his hands together, took a step back, bowed three times to her and said, "Amitabha."

"Good people are rewarded, good people are rewarded, and good people are rewarded."

Ji Yu's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help laughing and crying, "Go away, hurry up."

Qian Wenen nodded again and again, thanked him again, and walked away with his schoolbag in a hurry.

Ji Yu then sat in his seat.

Glancing at the beginning of the review, he picked up the pen and continued to write.

It's eloquent, and it doesn't need to be conceived. Anyway, write it down to the prescribed number of words.

Xu Runyu on the right is also writing something.

The two of them were doing their own thing, and the last few students on duty had also finished cleaning up and left one after another, and the class was completely quiet.

Only the two of them were left in the classroom.

No one spoke, and the signature pen and ballpoint pen made a slight noise across the table.

As the light through the glass window became more intense, a still wide and long shadow extended under the curtain.

Ji Yu imitated Qian Wenen's dog crawler, and wrote at a very fast speed. He had already written several hundred words in less than ten minutes.

Halfway through.

She murmured in the tone of a review of ideas, "The reason why I made this mistake is because of my low moral character. From now on, I will strengthen my self-cultivation."

"I fully and deeply realize my fault."

"I hope you can forgive me once."

The last sentence, she turned her face, looked at Xu Runyu and said it slowly and solemnly.

Xu Runyu's handwriting did not stop.

He seemed to raise his lips, but he didn't. After a while, he slightly pursed his lower lip and still ignored her.

His long eyelashes drooped, and he wrote down what the teacher had explained in a very serious manner.

Seeing her calm expression, Ji Yu knew that she probably didn't care anymore.

So relax too.

She rested her chin with one hand, looked at her fair and beautiful face motionlessly, and said with a smile.

"I didn't say you weren't cute."

"Don't be mad?"

"OK."