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Yang Geyong suddenly felt relieved. Isn't this a trivial matter? Then he ran away.

"I'm going to ask now. If I don't get the question, I'll come back and ask you to make up the class."

Zhao Ling'er shook her head helplessly, how much does this guy hate studying? You don’t want to go there because you don’t need to pay for extra classes and you also have to take care of your meals?

Several years later, Zhao Ling'er thought about today's events and wondered what it would be like. You must know that the one-on-one tutoring service starts at 200 yuan!

Yang Geyong ran to Ye Yuze's house, and Mei Hua had just gotten off work. Seeing Yang Geyong coming, he smiled and said:

"Are you hungry? Auntie will prepare delicious food for you. Do your homework first."

Yang Geyong was stunned for a moment. He couldn't figure out why these people were tempting him with delicious food and asking him to study?

"Auntie, I want Ye Yuze's address."

Yang Geyong doesn't know how to talk in a roundabout way, especially Aunt Meihua, who is no different from his mother. Meihua looked at him for a while, then smiled:

"Yuze didn't let me tell anyone when he left, except you. Do you still want to know?"

Stunned, Yang Geyong thought for a moment and finally shook his head.

"Auntie, tell me after I leave here."

After saying that, he walked out without looking back. There was nothing he could do about Zhao Ling'er. It was better not to know than to be forced to confess by her. He didn't even hear Aunt Mei calling him from behind.

Yang Geyong went directly to Zhao Ling'er's house, consciously took out his book, and said as if he was punished: "What are you going to make up for today?"

Zhao Ling'er's eyes widened: "What else do you think you can do? If you can't even ask for an address, is he still your brother?"

Yang Geyong nodded honestly: "He is my brother, but I can't know his address now."

"you……!"

Zhao Ling'er stretched out her finger for a long time, but no one said anything. There was nothing she could do with this spoon.

In the morning, Wang Honghua also called Meihua and asked about Ye Yuze's address in Tangcheng, saying that she wanted to visit him. Meihua hesitated for a while before saying:

"Girl, it's not that aunt didn't tell you. She knows you're good to him. But his mood has fluctuated too much these days and he doesn't want to have any contact with people here. Can you wait for a while?"

Wang Honghua hung up the phone, feeling a little sad. Does Yuze regard her as an outsider?

Ye Yuze also encountered trouble at school, that is, he was missing one class. Tangcheng started learning English in the first grade of junior high school. Now he is in the third semester of junior high school and has reached the sixth volume. And his knowledge of English is still stuck at the level of just knowing 26 letters.

But he didn't care about this, just not at all. At this moment, he was no longer interested in anything.

He is just an ordinary person, not outstanding in any way, so he should live his life in a mediocre way.

"Your name is Ye Yuze, right? I'm the sports committee member of the class. If you need anything, you can come to me."

His deskmate Hu Yajie blinked his long eyelashes and looked at him. Ye Yuze said "Huh!" without moving his eyes and his face was expressionless.

Hu Yajie was a little hurt. He was the beauty of the class after all, okay? Which boy in the class is not smiling when he sees him? What's going on with this guy? Are all people from Northern Xinjiang stupid?

The first period is Chinese class. The textbook in Tangcheng is the Hebei Education Edition, which is completely different from the textbook in Northern Xinjiang. The Chinese teacher is a fat middle-aged man named Zhao. Always smiling.

"Today we are learning an ancient text called Peach Blossom Spring!"

Teacher Zhao wrote "Peach Blossom Spring" in four vigorous and powerful fonts on the blackboard. Then I copied a paragraph from the text below.

During the Taiyuan Dynasty of Jin Dynasty, people in Wuling made fishing their main occupation. Walking by the stream, I forget how far the road is. Suddenly, I came across a peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps across the bank. There were no trees in the middle, the grass was delicious, and the fallen flowers were colorful. The fisherman was very surprised. He walked forward again, hoping to exhaust the forest.

Putting down the chalk, Teacher Zhao glanced at everyone.

“Who can understand this passage and can you help translate it?”

To be honest, the reason why this class is called the physical education class is because they are all students with special talents in sports.

If it's long-distance running, sprinting, long jump, javelin and shot put, plus basketball and football. A random group of people from this class can crush other classes in the school.

As for studying, I can probably still speak Mandarin. As for ancient prose, forget it! Nothing. Seeing everyone lower their heads to avoid his gaze, Teacher Zhao was obviously disappointed.

"Hu Yajie, can you tell us something?"

Hu Yajie was obviously a little panicked. Her study was indeed top-notch in the class, but that was only for her classmates.

She entered this school because of her good basketball skills rather than her academic excellence. Looking at Teacher Zhao's hopeful eyes, Hu Yajie gritted his teeth.

"There was a man named Wu Ling in Shanxi who liked fishing. One day he lost his way while walking along the river and saw a peach forest. So he strolled in..."

"good!"

As soon as Hu Yajie finished speaking, several tall boys behind him clapped. Hu Yajie's face turned red and he raised his head proudly. She also felt that she translated well.

Teacher Zhao waved her hand to sit down. He didn't have particularly high expectations for this class, he just wanted to teach everyone as much as he could about his knowledge.

"Classmate Hu Yajie translated it very well just now, but the \u003cJin\u003e here does not refer to Shanxi, but to the Jin Dynasty."

"It's really troublesome. There are so many details about the word "Jin". How long will it take for me to remember it?"

A tall boy in the back row, nearly 1.8 meters tall, let out a sigh. Teacher Zhao ignored him, first wrote the standard answer to this paragraph on the blackboard, and then copied down a paragraph of the original text. Then he looked at everyone and said:

"You are all in the third year of junior high school, and you have learned a lot about ancient Chinese. According to your normal level, there should be no problem in translating this text except for a few rare words."

Having said this, Teacher Zhao pushed up his glasses.

"Most students can't do this now, which shows that they don't pay much attention to learning. I hope to work hard in the future. Because you are students, and students' vocation must first learn cultural knowledge!"

After saying these digressions, Teacher Zhao explained the text to everyone word for word. The class was very quiet, and no one knew how many people listened.

The text was finally finished. Teacher Zhao patted the chalk foam on his hands and looked at Ye Yuze. Ye Yuze stared blankly at the blackboard during class, looking very serious. It was a pleasure to call Teacher Zhao.

"Your name is Ye Yuze, right? I heard that you are from Northern Xinjiang. Is the mutton there delicious?"

Ye Yuze's eyes were still looking at the blackboard, indifferent to Teacher Zhao's words. Hu Yajie raised his hand and waved it in front of Ye Yuze's eyes, but Ye Yuze still didn't respond.

Teacher Zhao has black lines all over his head. Damn it, I thought I had a good student here, but it turned out to be nothing?

Hu Yajie glanced at Ye Yuze worriedly at this time and asked Teacher Zhao:

"Teacher, is he a fool?"

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