Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum

Unfortunately, this calm did not last long. Not long after the third class started, the head teacher was called out. After returning, he looked at Zheng Jiashu with a complicated expression and said to him, "Go to the principal's office."

Zheng Jiashu closed the book and stood up. The teacher asked him again: "Have you beaten someone?"

"Did those people say that?"

"Do you know what you did? The parents of those students went to the principal, Zheng Jiashu, Zheng Jiashu, what happened to you?"

Zheng Jiashu didn't speak, but just glanced at the teacher and walked past the other side out of the classroom. When passing by the classroom window, all the classmates were looking at him, but he did not squint, as if he had never existed in this place.

Zheng Jiashu's life is short and tragic. After Zheng's mother killed Fang Huai and committed suicide, he was left with only himself. After the funeral, he went back to school, but he couldn’t learn anything anymore. At the same time, the bad students teased him more and more excessively. In one of the insults when he was forced to stick his head into the pit, Zheng Jiashu lost control. A male classmate knocked down and knocked on the steps of the toilet. He had several stitches on his head, so his parents quit and went to school to make trouble.

But where does Zheng Jiashu have money to compensate? It was useless for him to give all the money left by his mother to the other party. For this reason, the principal asked him to talk and sexually assaulted this teenager who was even more beautiful than a **** the grounds that he might have to drop him out of school. From then on, Fang Huai died, and a principal came. Zheng Jiashu was able to stay in the school, but his life was even more terrifying.

The most frightening thing is that he has lost the idea of ​​resisting in the long suffering. Whether the principal plays him alone or with others, Zheng Jiashu has completely become a well-behaved puppet, and there is no difference between his life like this and his death.

Only this time, I'm afraid the principal can't do what he wants.

Zheng Jiashu has grown well, and all teachers and students in the school know it. This boy is gentle and polite, everyone likes him. But there are still some people who see good things and feel dirty, such as Fang Huai, such as the principal, such as so many people Zheng Jiashu met after this.

He didn't stay on for too long. After graduating from the third grade, he thought he could escape from the principal and start again, but who knew that he hadn't even passed the general high school entrance and had nowhere to go. The principal also said, no matter where he was going to escape. , I would never let him go.

At the end of the summer vacation in the third year of junior high school, other students started their high school careers. Zheng Jiashu committed suicide in his dark and small room.

Die quietly and unknownly.

No one mourned for him, and no one shed tears for him, he was dead. And the principal re-searched for a new beautiful boy, continuing his filthy desire deep in his heart.

But Zheng Jiashu shouldn't die, at least he shouldn't die until he is sixty years old. His life is not over, so the male ghost only has more than a year. At the end of the third year, he must complete the task, otherwise he will be judged to have failed. One year later, he has to return his body to Zheng Jiashu, so his time is not well, because in Zheng Jiashu's memory, there are still many people who hurt him that did not appear.

Entering the principal's office, Zheng Jiashu quietly looked at the decent principal in suit and leather shoes. He was about forty years old. Because of too much entertainment, his forehead was bald early, his beer belly was raised, and he was wearing a pair of gold glasses. At this moment, he was staring at Zheng Jiashu seriously: "Do you know why I called you?"

"I don't know." Zheng Jiashu was not afraid, even his voice was casual.

The headmaster deliberately frightened him: "You beat someone in the men's room, right?"

"No."

"No? My parents are telling me! Zheng Jiashu, Zheng Jiashu, I didn't see that you are so capable. Do you know that you have to remember a big mistake? My parents said, you must be dissuaded, otherwise you will be told Go to the Education Bureau!"

Zheng Jiashu was originally very well-behaved, but when he heard the principal say this, he suddenly smiled.

This is the third time he laughed since he came into this world.

He laughed very sarcastically, he didn't even bother to deal with these people who were more filthy and filthy than the ghosts in Wangchuanhe, so he kicked the chair in front of him and suddenly felt refreshed. Then he strode forward and punched the principal's beer belly with a punch. How could the fat-headed principal can withstand this punch? Bend in pain, Zheng Jiashu kicked him away again, then stepped on his face, bent down, and put one hand on his knee: "Is there any evidence that I hit someone? Who can prove it? They are each other. I can’t believe my testimony. After all, everyone knows that I am the one being bullied and I am innocent. Besides, they have no scars at all. How could it have anything to do with me, principal, don’t you think? ?"

The principal's glasses were broken, and the whole person wanted to struggle. It was strange to say that Zheng Jiashu was a young man who looked frail, but when he stepped on his feet, he couldn't even move.

Zheng Jiashu stretched out his hand and took out the mobile phone in his pocket, squeezed it twice, and entered the power-on password into the headmaster's uncertain eyes, and his eyes were very satisfied. This old guy has a hobby, he likes to take pictures. The former Zheng Jiashu has a lot of blockbusters in his hands, but he also has the consciousness of dedicating himself to art, and he actually appeared in the picture.

Looking at so many unsightly photos, Zheng Jiashu pretended to be surprised: "It turns out that the principal likes beautiful boys. It's a pity that I didn't know. If I knew it sooner, I would have a good relationship with the principal sooner." He sighed. Putting the phone in his pocket easily, even the power-on password is the one in Zheng Jiashu's memory, which is really amazing.

He loosened and stepped on the principal's foot and backed up two steps. The principal was free, and got up from the ground with his hands and feet, and stared at Zheng Jiashu: "Give me the phone!"

"How can it work? I still want to stay in this school. If the phone is returned, how can I protect myself?" Zheng Jiashu said, and took out the phone from his pocket to play. Mobile phones have become popular in this era, but they are not as versatile in a few years. "I need the principal's help for something, what do you think?"

"I won't let you drop out of school, and I will solve the problems of those parents. You should return the phone to me now, right?" Although Zheng Jiashu's strength exceeded his imagination, the principal was just a little shocked and nervous. Care too much. He has been staring at Zheng Jiashu for a long time, knowing what his weakness is, but being a fourteen-year-old kid, what can he do? Good things can be fooled by just one or two sentences.

It is a pity that Zheng Jiashu he faced, in his body was an evil spirit who had been tortured for a thousand years. Ghosts can see through people's minds, but he can't hide their minds.

"Also, of course I have to pay it back." Zheng Jiashu smacked his lips. "But I have to wait until I'm happy."

He tucked the phone back into his pocket, and zipped it up. "The principal looks useless, and you can't take it away. I can beat a dozen people, and you are really nothing."

He walked slowly towards the principal. The principal who had lost his glasses was a little frightened, and stepped back hurriedly, but Zheng Jiashu grabbed his collar and punched his stomach. Zheng Jiashu shook his fist and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I wanted to do this a long time ago." He said with another punch.

He punched and punched, focusing on the soft and hard-to-suffer areas, until he punched the headmaster so much that he even vomited bile, and there seemed to be less hair on his head, then he stopped, and exhaled very drunkly. Step on an important part between the principal's legs with one foot, and stomped down to spin.

And he grabbed the cushion on the chair in time and stuffed it into the principal's mouth to prevent his painful cry from spreading. Zheng Jiashu even stared at the principal who had been tortured and rolled his eyes with extreme coldness, until he twitched and then stopped moving, then he retracted his foot, turned and left the principal's room.

When I went out, I just rang the bell, and when I returned to the classroom, the head teacher asked with concern. Zheng Jiashu bowed to him: "Thank you, teacher, for caring. The principal said that it’s not my business. He will solve it and ask me. Study hard and win honors for the school after you get a good grade."

The head teacher was a bit skeptical. Zheng Jiashu was a good boy, and it was also true that he never lied, but—the principal was not like the good person Zheng Jiashu said. But Zheng Jiashu seemed to be vowed, so he believed it too.

Sure enough, Zheng Jiashu's beating was solved soon. No one believed that a child like Zheng Jiashu would beat people, and with so many, how could he be so thin and weak? Not only that, the school also sternly criticized those students who love to bully their classmates, and even remembered it because of this, and told the parents that they would persuade them to leave if there is another one.

Finally, no one in the school can bully Zheng Jiashu anymore, especially the boys who have been taught by him. Now that Zheng Jiashu is walking around, I don’t know whether he is convinced or not. Anyway, on the surface, I don’t dare anymore. What's wrong. The students also found that Zheng Jiashu has become different from before. If the previous Zheng Jiashu was like water, warm and soft and even a little cowardly, then the current Zheng Jiashu is like a piece of ice.

He is still helpful and responsive, but it is different from before.

Zheng's mother also found that her son has become more confident and mature, knowing what can and cannot be done, and can even help her. She knows that this is the past experience that made her son grow up quickly, and she feels sorrow and sadness in her heart. But Zheng Jiashu's current situation makes her feel more at ease. The most important thing is to be able to take care of herself. In the future, in case she is gone, No longer need to worry about Zheng Jiashu.

Every semester, the school will have a bursary program, which aims to support students from poor families. It is generally divided into two types: state bursaries and school bursaries. Before that, Zheng Jiashu had never been evaluated, because most of these quotas had already been set in advance, but this time was different. This time he not only got the national bursary, but the school bursary also went to his home.

These thousands of dollars are not a small sum, enough to allow their mothers and daughters to live a good life for a long time. It is also the money that Zheng's mother can earn by selling vegetables in the dark for six months.

She carefully deposited the money in the card. Now the little tree is still small, how much money will it cost if she is admitted to college in the future? Anyway, she wants to make more money while she is still young, and wait until In the future, I will pay tuition for Xiaoshu, and it is better to buy a house. Xiaoshu will also marry a daughter-in-law and give birth to grandchildren to hug her.

The thought of bright prospects made Zheng's mother no longer tired. Zheng Jiashu calmly looked at his happy mother, and after picking up the bowl of rice, he said: "Mom, the summer vacation will be tomorrow, let me go selling vegetables with you."

"How can it work!" Mother Zheng refused without even thinking about it. "You study hard at home!"

"I know all of those. Go to school to get the quality report the day after tomorrow. Mom, you will know what I did on the exam."

Mother Zheng wanted to pour cold water on him when he looked like he was determined to win: "Don’t be too proud, as others have said, humility makes people progress. You kid, don’t get overwhelmed just because you get a good grade. Don’t forget. You didn’t take the exam very well during the mid-term exam."

Zheng Jiashu got up to clean up the dishes and chopsticks: "That was just a small mistake. There is nothing disgusting now. Of course I can finish the exam." He pointed to his head. "Mom, don't you believe your baby boy?"

For a person who is motivated, the future and dreams should not be crushed and destroyed.

Mother Zheng chuckled and laughed, "Leave Mom here, you can read a book."

"It's just washing the dishes." Zheng Jiashu avoided the mother's hand that was coming to get the dishes and went into the kitchen. He washed the dishes and chopsticks, dried them with a dry cloth, put them in the cupboard, wiped the table clean, covered the leftover meals with a cover, and walked behind Mother Zheng and massaged her shoulders. "Mom, let me go with you."

"You are still young and growing up. I said on TV the other day that children must be guaranteed sleep. I'll get up at four in the morning. Can you get up?"

"I can get up. I'll get up at three."

"That won't work, you don't feel bad for yourself, I feel bad for my son." Mother Zheng still shook her head, and her son's technique was very soothing, which effectively relieved her fatigue. Zheng Jiashu looked at her mother's rough hands and wrinkled face, and said softly: "Mom, I will let you live a good life in the future."

Mother Zheng smiled: "Okay, then I will wait for the little tree to buy a big house for my mother to live in."

"Good." Zheng Jiashu smiled slightly.

Mother Zheng turned off the topic. The mother and son talked about the past few days. Mother Zheng thought she had made sense to her son, but the next morning, she yawned and got up. As soon as she arrived in the living room, she saw Zheng Jiashu. I was already sitting there looking at myself, with a smile on his face, and there was a cooked breakfast on the table. Seeing her, the boy still smiled: "Good morning, mother."

"Little tree..."

"I said, I'm going to set up a stall with my mother." Zheng Jiashu got up and served the rice. Their breakfast was very simple, consisting of rice porridge and steamed buns with pickles. The steamed buns were made by Zheng's own mother and were very thick and filling.

In the end, Mother Zheng never screwed Zheng Jiashu, and she reluctantly agreed. She really couldn't bear Zheng Jiashu's hard work. Most mothers in this world love their children more than their lives, and Mother Zheng is one of them.

She wakes up early every morning, first goes to the wholesale market to find the freshest vegetables, and then uses a tricycle to pull it to the vegetable market where she usually stands, and then washes the soiled vegetables with water and arranges them, and then a long day begins. . It’s best to sell all the vegetables in one day. If they can’t be sold, they will wilt the next day and they will be worthless. The profit of the vegetables is scary, and they are not sold out every day, so she doesn't make much money. She barely has enough food and clothing. It is impossible to live a good life.

Zheng Jiashu's appearance in the vegetable market with Zheng's mother caused a sensation. Although Zheng's mother is in her old age, she can still see the beauty of her youth. Zheng Jiashu looks a lot like her, but she is more elegant and graceful. Because of the amount of reading, people always think that this child is particularly good. In the end What a good way is not clear, but it is good.

Mother Zheng smiled very happily. The stall owners on the left and right greeted her and praised her child's beauty and well-behaved. Mother Zheng nodded her head again and again, and did not forget to tell others how serious and hard Zheng Jiashu was studying, which made others envious. Mother Zheng was surprised that she originally thought that with Zheng Jiashu’s character, she would definitely not be able to integrate into such a messy vegetable market. Unexpectedly, this child had a particularly sweet mouth and was also diligent. In just one morning, the surrounding vendors would They were full of praise for Zheng Jiashu, and they all expressed that they would educate their disobedient children when they went home and ask them to learn from Zheng Jiashu.

Zheng Jiashu was washing the guagua by the tap, and she glanced at Mother Zheng from time to time. She is such a kind and simple woman. When others praise her son, she will smile happily. This makes Zheng Jiashu's eyes extremely soft. He likes these beautiful people. Although he can't find his own memories, he sees them. A good person is happy, and his heart is sweeter than eating honey.

Morning and evening are the best business hours, and noon is normal. But although there is a shed, the sun is very big in summer, and the food will soon become unsatisfactory. Zheng's mother is a little anxious, but it's useless to be anxious.

Because Zheng Jiashu is here with her today, it is rare for Mother Zheng, who usually eats steamed buns with pickles, to take Zheng Jiashu to a restaurant. After leaving the vegetable market, there was a small street with a lot of food. She took Zheng Jiashu to a wonton shop and ordered 30 wontons. After eating two of them, she stopped eating and watched Zheng Jiashu eat them.

Zheng Jiashu calmly ate about ten. She said that her stomach hurts and she didn’t want to eat anymore. Zheng’s mother looked at the remaining dozens and was very distressed. She was actually hungry a long time ago. Although she had breakfast in the morning, she rode Moving vegetables by car is very exhausting. When she ate, she didn’t forget to care about Zheng Jiashu: “Xiaoshu, does your stomach hurt or not? Mom will buy you rice cakes later, and there is a rice cake maker outside. Everyone agrees to eat it.”

Zheng Jiashu smiled and said, "I'm full." He patted his stomach, "It will explode if I eat any more."

Mother Zheng laughed. He saw the bead of sweat on his mother's forehead and nose, so he took out a handkerchief and wiped her.

It was sold for another afternoon. Until the evening, when people were off work, the vegetable market became lively again. Zheng Jiashu had a bright mind and counted the money very quickly. Often Zheng's mother had just said he had already said the numbers, and the people who bought the vegetables were all I was surprised that he was too dazzling standing in the vegetable market. The fourteen-year-old was tall and gentle. Although he was thinner, his temperament could not be concealed. The clean blue t-shirt and cropped trousers, when he laughed The corners of the eyes and eyebrows seemed to have sunlight.

So many people came to Zheng's mother to buy it. This is probably the fastest time for Zheng's mother to close the stall. Not only the vegetables are sold out, but they also go home two hours earlier than usual. She was very happy, holding the money in her hand and clearing the stall, she would take Zheng Jiashu to buy clothes.

She wanted to buy it for her child a long time ago, but she didn't have any money left on her hand, and she didn't dare to spend too much time. The clothes she wore were still clothes made by herself several years ago, and they all washed and faded.

She was riding a tricycle with Zheng Jiashu sitting in the car. The mother and son rode home slowly along the street in the summer evening. On the way to a clothing store, Zheng's mother bought two new T-shirts for Zheng Jiashu and looked at the beautiful child. Wearing the new clothes, Zheng's mother narrowed her eyes with a smile, as if all day long fatigue disappeared in an instant.

After dinner in the evening, Zheng Jiashu went to the yard to pick up the watermelon iced in the well water, cut it open, and the old electric fan squeaked and squeaked, and the crickets were heard outside the house. He sat with his mother. Watching TV in the chair.

The next day he was going back to school to get the transcript and quality report, so he couldn't go to the stall with Zheng's mother. Mother Zheng thought she could do it alone today, but who knows that Zheng Jiashu will come again before the morning is over.

She was anxious when she saw it: "Why are you coming back so fast? No need to go to school in the afternoon?"

"Just take the transcript, we have 40 days off." Zheng Jiashu said as he took the apron and put it on, and handed the transcript to her mother. "look."

Mother Zheng wiped her hands on her apron, and took the transcript from Zheng Jiashu. Her eyes lit up and she smiled. The stall owners who had been able to chat next to him also leaned in curiously, making a sound of surprise and admiration.

"Xiaoshu's grades are so good!"

"All full marks!"

"It would be nice if the little bunny in my family had a little tree half sensible!"

...

Mother Zheng's face bloomed with a smile. She cherished the transcript close to her body and said to Zheng Jiashu: "Although you do well in the exam, you can't be proud and humble—"

"Modesty makes people step forward. I remember my mother. I won't be proud." Zheng Jiashu said, casually smiling at an aunt passing by. The smile turned out to be so good, the aunt walked over and pushed the bicycle back, asking for some potatoes.

Zheng Jiashu smiled, and when he smiled, he would show a very cute little tiger tooth. Mother Zheng took the scale, and he had already learned how to use it. After finding the change, he didn't forget to smile and wave goodbye to his aunt.

Although setting up a stall and selling vegetables can also make money, it is too tired and hard, and the profit is too thin. Zheng Jiashu said that he wanted his mother to live a better life. It was not just empty words. He had already figured out how to do it.