The educated youth was reborn and wanted to disappear, but he was locked into a military marriage.

"What about the sachet?" The second-place boy in class two was unconvinced.

He has neither.

Is it just because Luo Ye is the teacher's child?

But Teacher Luo is a capitalist roader.

Zhu Xiaomin said: "Luo Ye's little sachet is not because of the exam. You can see that it is different from others. He has been helping our school. He is the one who made you use the blackboard, chalk, and paper and pens." He does all the work of going down and putting it back up, wiping the blackboard, sweeping the floor, and wiping the table, and that’s a reward for him.”

"We can also wipe the blackboard, sweep the floor, and wipe the table." The boy shouted dissatisfied and stared at Luo Ye angrily.

Luo Ye tightly covered his little sachet with one hand and protested in a low voice: "But I did it."

The boy glared back and said loudly: "Teacher Zhu, the sachet is a reward for good study. He doesn't know anything, so why does he have a sachet?"

"Those three red ones reward good study, and his one is green to reward his diligence." Zhu Xiaomin said.

"The red one is for the first place, and the green one is for the second place." The boy suggested loudly.

Although it didn't make sense, it immediately aroused the agreement of the other two second place players.

Luo Ye blushed, held his little sachet tightly with one hand, and immediately said: "The teacher said he would only reward the first place, not the second place."

Originally, he was used to being bullied by children. Not to mention that he didn't have any good things, even if he did have them, they were often taken away quickly.

It's just that he likes this green sachet very much and would not give it to anyone else no matter what.

"But why do you have it?" the boy yelled back.

"I...I...my sachet has nothing to do with you." Luo Ye retorted nervously.

"You don't know anything, so you don't deserve a sachet." The boy said confidently.

"That's right!" This time, not only the second one, but other children also agreed.

After two months of studying, they could not only write, but also recite poems. When walking in the village, their waists became much straighter, but they had never seen Luo Ye write.

"I...I..." Luo Ye blushed and suddenly shouted, "I know it, I know it all, you guys don't know anything."

"Luo Ye!" Luo Tingyuan shouted hurriedly.

Luo Ye realized that he had lost his mind and stopped for a moment. He looked back at Luo Tingyuan. Tears rolled in his big eyes and he tried not to cry.

He didn't want to give the sachet to anyone else.

"Teacher Luo." Zhu Xiaomin shouted to stop, looked at Luo Ye, then looked at the other students, nodded and said, "Well, everyone is right. The sachet this time rewards students with good grades."

"Bless you, teacher..." Luo Ye really wanted to cry now.

Luo Tingyuan looked distressed, but pursed his lips and said nothing.

Seeing the second place boy raising his head proudly, Zhu Xiaomin added: "It's just that there is only one green sachet now, but the second place has three. Therefore, even if this green sachet is not given to Luo Ye, it cannot be given to the second place." name."

To whom?

Everyone's eyes widened.

Luo Ye became even more anxious. He looked at Zhu Xiaomin with a flushed face. He really didn't believe that Xiaomin's sister, who liked him so much, would take his things away and give them to others.

Zhu Xiaomin continued slowly: "I have an idea. Do you want to try it?"

What's the idea?

The children looked at her expectantly, eager to get the unique sachet.

Luo Ye also bit his lip and looked at her nervously.

Zhu Xiaomin said: "Although Luo Ye doesn't have classes with you, he always goes with you every time you collect ideas, right?"

"Yes!" The children nodded.

Zhu Xiaomin added: "Every time we collect songs, we must learn to recite a poem, right?"

"Yes!" The children nodded again.

Zhu Xiaomin continued: "Each class learns different poems, right?"

"Yeah!" The children nodded again.

Zhu Xiaomin said: "But Teacher Miao also said that you should learn from each other, right?"

yes……

This time, the children didn't speak. They looked at other classes and just nodded.

Regardless of whether they answered or not, Zhu Xiaomin continued: "Then let's compete now. Whoever recites the poem first will be rewarded with a green sachet."

When these words were said, the children suddenly started talking, and many of them had a little uncertainty in their eyes, but Luo Ye's eyes suddenly brightened.

In every class, there will always be a style collection session every week, that is to say, a poem will be learned.

But there are three classes, that is, three poems. They are only guaranteed to have learned the one from their own class, but they are not sure about the other two.

What's more, in the past two months, except for the first week of no folk gathering activities, they have been out for seven weeks now. In other words, one class has learned seven poems, three classes, that is, twenty A poem.

However, Zhu Xiaomin also said that there is only one green sachet, so the second place cannot be rewarded, so there is no other way to compare except reciting poems.

But if there was no comparison, the green sachet would have been taken away by Luo Ye in vain.

Several older children thought that although they did not memorize everything, they would not lose to Luo Ye, so they immediately stood up and agreed.

Zhu Xiaomin asked Luo Ye: "Luo Ye, do you want to compete?"

Luo Ye was about to speak when he heard Luo Tingyuan shout: "Luo Ye!"

Luo Ye opened his mouth, then finally fell silent, lowered his head, still holding on to the sachet with his hand.

Luo Tingyuan sighed and said to Zhu Xiaomin: "Teacher Zhu, Luo Ye is not a student here, so there is no need to compare."

"Teacher Luo!" Zhu Xiaomin shouted in disagreement, "Since the children have raised questions, it is not just Luo Ye who is questioning, but also our impartiality as teachers. Since they are competing, let's compare. People can't always No matter how hard you are, you have to fight for what you like, right?"

She knew that in these years, the father and son had lived very carefully, walking on thin ice, and did not dare to let people know that he taught Luo Ye to read.

However, she also knew that although Luo Ye in the previous life became successful when he grew up, he did not receive psychological counseling in time due to the shadow left by his childhood. He was very withdrawn and unwilling to interact with anyone. She hoped to take advantage of this opportunity. , allowing him to make a breakthrough.

She concealed Luo Ye's study because she was afraid of causing trouble, but after hearing her next few words, which seemed to indicate something, Luo Tingyuan was startled. When he turned around, he saw Luo Ye standing with his head bowed. The small body was upright, aloof and stubborn, but seemed to be under endless pressure. His heart ached again, and he finally nodded: "Okay, then... let Luo Ye try."

Having said that, I actually still have a lot of uncertainty in my heart.

However, his son's appearance suddenly reminded him of the countless criticisms and humiliations he had suffered over the years.

He once faced injustice and could only stand with his head bowed, without any room for resistance. Now, he wants to impose this on his son?