Quick Wear: Inferiority is the best dowry for men

Song Jiali attended special education schools for both elementary and junior high school, but there was no problem with his intelligence and he could hear after having a cochlear implant, so Song Kang sent him to a regular high school.

Everyone in Class 601 knew that Song Jiali's situation was special, and they were afraid of hurting his self-esteem, so almost no one dared to talk to him.

After class, everyone gathered in groups of three or four to chat, and no one paid any attention to Song Jiali's side, as if there was a barrier around him.

He Sheng was also happy that no one came to get close to her. She leaned over the table and turned to look at Song Jiali who was doing his homework. "Why doesn't anyone want to chat with you?"

He paused and wrote in the blank space next to it: "Maybe he's worried that I'll be sad because I can't speak."

"Then are you sad when I talk to you?"

[No.] He was helpless. [Actually, they also have good intentions, and I don’t know how to say that I don’t mind these things.]

"Will you feel a little lonely?" He Sheng felt that he was so pitiful. Special education school was not suitable for him, and ordinary school was not very suitable for him either.

He hesitated for a long time and shook his head slowly.

He Sheng curled his lips, "If you were really not lonely, you wouldn't hesitate. But it doesn't matter, I can talk to you. Not only can we talk at school, but we can also continue to talk when we get home."

Song Jiali smiled slightly and wrote [OK] on the paper.

He Sheng guessed that his result would not be very good. After all, he had been working on this math problem for five minutes and still hadn't come up with the answer.

She pointed to him and said, "Draw a guide line here."

He did as he was told, and then suddenly realized what was going on and quickly wrote down the steps.

He Sheng tilted his head to watch him write. His handwriting was very beautiful, with a kind of delicateness that was not like that of a boy. The "rustling" sound of his pen was quite a pleasure.

After finishing this question, he asked He Sheng, "Are your grades very good?"

He Sheng pretended to be calm and said, "It's just average. I can probably get more than 130 in math."

Didn't she go through high school three times just for this moment? It's so funny. It's equivalent to her repeating six years. Shouldn't her grades be good?

Song Jiali cooperated and wrote on the paper [Great. ]

He Sheng was secretly happy. What is the purpose of life if not to pretend?

"If you have any questions, you can ask me. If I don't know how to solve them, we can study together. If you really can't figure it out, ask the teacher."

Yang Tongjia, who was sitting at the front table, noticed that He Sheng was chatting with Song Jiali. He felt very anxious and wanted to join in. What were the transfer student and Song Jiali talking about? They seemed to be having a very happy chat.

He Sheng changed the topic, "Does this school have monthly exams?"

Yang Tongjia finally couldn't help it and turned to answer, "Yes, we not only have monthly exams, but we also have biweekly exams! Anyway, there are too many exams to count."

He Sheng and Song Jiali both looked at him. He smiled awkwardly, "I also want to join your chat. Hello, new classmate. My name is Yang Tongjia." He hesitated for a moment and added, "Song Jiali, hello to you too."

Song Jiali was stunned. It was the first time he heard such a strange way of greeting. He smiled and nodded.

He Sheng sighed, "Sure enough, there is no place in the third year of high school where you can relax."

After a few words, it was time for class again.

Ordinary high school life is so dull and boring. He Sheng glanced at the book on Song Jiali's desk and confirmed that this class was a math class.

No wonder I was doing math problems after class just now.

The summer homework for the transition from sophomore to senior year at Jingshi No. 1 Middle School is a test paper, which is set by the school and explained in detail at the beginning of the school term, so it can be said to be a seamless transition to senior year.

He Sheng had just transferred to this school, so naturally he didn’t have this test paper.

But the math teacher was very considerate and placed a stack of bound papers on her desk. "New students, hurry up and finish the questions. If you can't keep up, you can come to me after class."

He Sheng thanked her, but felt regretful because she thought she could watch it with Song Jiali.

While the teacher was writing on the blackboard, He Sheng tilted his head slightly to look at Song Jiali. He looked like a little lamb. Although he was tall, he had no attack power at all.

When she smiles, her eyebrows are curved and she has two dimples, which is very sweet.

But it's also very funny when he frowns. His delicate eyebrows are tightly knitted and he stares at the question on the paper, not knowing what he is thinking about.

He Sheng found the question that made him frown on her blank paper and reminded him in a whisper, "Draw auxiliary lines. Connect AD to EF."

Song Jiali only heard someone talking but couldn't make out what she said. Even with a hearing aid, it was still difficult for him to hear such a small voice. He looked at her and asked, what did you just say?

He Sheng pointed to the two points with a pen and wrote three characters on his desk: "Connect them."

Song Jiali did as he was told. After connecting the auxiliary lines, it was much simpler. He began to write the calculation steps on the draft paper. He Sheng leaned his head to watch him write.

"You're the new classmate He Sheng, right?" the math teacher suddenly called her.

He Sheng stood up and said, "Yes."

"I noticed that you didn't look at the test paper, but only at Song Jiali. Is there an answer on his face? Why don't you try to explain this question?"

He Sheng rubbed her nose in embarrassment, and was seen. Fortunately, she knew how to solve the problem, and quickly explained her solution. Before she could finish her answer, the math teacher interrupted her, "That's it, sit down."

"He Sheng's ideas are very good. Do other students understand? If not, let me break them down for you..."

He Sheng secretly felt bored, as these questions were not challenging at all. She chose not to listen to the math teacher's explanation and started to do other questions on the test paper.

Song Jiali carefully reached out and handed her a note, "Sorry, I've caused you trouble."

He Sheng glanced at the math teacher to make sure he wasn't paying attention to her, tapped Song Jiali's note with her finger, shook her head, and wrote "It's OK" on the back of the note.

A class lasts for 45 minutes and is basically over after explaining five or six questions. Before the get out of class ends, the math teacher told He Sheng to take the time to finish the test paper because he would explain it in future classes and she would easily fall behind if she had some blank time.

He Sheng nodded repeatedly and said, "I'll write it tonight. I'll write it tonight."

She thought she could avoid summer homework by transferring schools, but she had to make up for it when school started again. How miserable.

Yang Tongjia turned around with his own test paper and smiled shyly, "He Sheng, I didn't understand the question you were talking about. Can you explain it to me again?"

Yang Tongjia's words seemed to turn on a switch. Soon, people gathered around He Sheng's desk, all holding papers in their hands. "We didn't understand either. Can you explain it again?"

"of course can."

It just so happened that He Sheng's paper was blank, so he took a pencil and wrote and drew directly on the questions. The verbal description in class was still too thin, but after adding pictures, it didn't seem so difficult to understand.

After this talk, everyone suddenly understood and found a corner on He Sheng's desk to start organizing the steps.

Because there were so many people, Song Jiali was also surrounded by people. He felt a little uncomfortable and moved his stool back a little.

He had never been around so many people before, and he didn't want to be around so many people at once...