Double Life: My whole world is you

Cheng Qiao spent the entire class leaning on the table without looking up. She was still like she was in her previous job. When her designs were rejected by customers many times and she changed them beyond recognition, she would take a pen and rub holes on a piece of paper. When she had rubbed a full A4 paper, her mood would recover. Then she would go to the computer to revise the drawings again. Even if the customer said in the end, "It's still not as good as the first version, so let's use the first version," she would calmly reply, "Okay."

At this time, a piece of draft paper had been rubbed into full of holes by her...

"Hey, Cheng Qiao, it's time to go home from school!" Wang Liqin patted her gently and said.

Cheng Qiao raised her head and looked at her, nodded at her with a look of despair, then returned to continue rubbing her paper.

"Haha, Cheng Qiao, you're mistaking paper for a 'tiger'." Cheng Hui put away her things and said with a smile as she passed by her seat.

Cheng Qiao glanced at her but didn't reply. At this time, Wang Ran walked over and comforted her, "Cheng Qiao, don't think too much. It's okay. Living under a 'tiger', no one can escape writing a self-criticism."

[I can't escape it. You didn't write it. I didn't write it in my previous life either. Although I didn't write it in my previous life, he still hurt me deeply. He is the teacher I hate the most. I don't accept any rebuttal...] ​​Cheng Qiao recalled in her heart. She didn't respond with any words, but just nodded slightly.

"I just think Tiger is too much." Cheng Ye on the right said as he packed his things, "If it were me, I would definitely fight hard."

Hearing his words, Cheng Qiao felt even more hopeless. [Yes! You are brave, and I am a coward.]

Cheng Qiao lay on the table and sulked for a while, then quietly put away her things and prepared to get up and go to the next class to wait for Cheng Xia and Cheng Xiu. Their class was Principal Xu's political class, so it would probably be delayed for a while.

At this time, Zhang Yandi had just finished writing. He looked at the two full pages, estimated to have more than a thousand words, and nodded with satisfaction. She looked up at Cheng Qiao, who was packing up and preparing to walk out of the classroom. Zhang Yandi thought about it and decided to give it to her in two days...

Cheng Qiao walked listlessly towards Class 2 on the left side of the corridor, and at this moment a boy passed by her. The boy was tall and thin, with a pair of bright eyes and a faint smile. Cheng Qiao was in her own mood and did not notice him, otherwise she might have greeted him happily. The boy noticed her face of despair and confusion, and he stared at her back for a few seconds. At this time, the conversation between two boys in Class 1 of Grade 8 attracted him.

"Haha, Cheng Qiao is really happy to be criticized this time. It's really stupid to say in front of the whole class that I am wasting my youth and life. Hahaha!" Boy A said.

"You are not happy because Cheng Qiao was criticized, but you are happy because you are criticized for having good grades!" said boy B.

"Haha, you're the only one who understands me." Boy A said, "We're the ones who get criticized every time, but this time it feels really good."

"Cheng Qiao is also stupid. She actually asked Tiger for leave." Boy A continued, "I feel even better when I think about her writing a thousand-word apology."

The two of them walked away while talking. The man looked at Cheng Qiao again, his eyes full of heartache, "Teacher Wu is famous for his strictness, but I didn't expect him to be so excessive. He criticized you for asking for leave. It's really not easy for you to be criticized in front of the whole class..."

He was lost in thought when Class 2 was dismissed. He quickly turned his head and looked at the school gate. Cheng Qiao clung to Cheng Xia, resting his head on her shoulder, with a face full of grievance. "Xia, I am so pitiful. In addition to being criticized by Tiger, I also said such stupid things in front of the whole class. I also had to write a thousand-word self-criticism. A thousand words, I have never written it. God, someone please save me!"

The three of them passed by him. He squinted at them as they went down the stairs, then reappeared on the playground, and finally disappeared at the school gate...

"A self-criticism, one thousand words..." He recited it twice in his mind, then walked towards the classroom...

In the eighth grade classroom, Zhang Yandi was still writing something with a pen. The girl on duty sweeping the floor came over and asked curiously, "Zhang Yandi, aren't you going to school yet? What are you writing?"

"I'm writing a self-criticism." Zhang Yandi replied calmly without even raising his head.

"Although he is a handsome guy, he is also a blockhead..." Seeing that he had no desire to communicate with others, the girl on duty muttered and left.

When Zhang Yandi finished writing the last word, there was no one left in the class. He took out several bags of snacks from his schoolbag and stuffed them all into Cheng Qiao's desk. Finally, he smiled with satisfaction and said, "Will you feel better if you see snacks in the morning?!"

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When Cheng Qiao got home, her grandmother had cooked dinner. After dinner, Cheng Qiao started to do her homework. Since she had an exam soon, she didn't have much homework. Cheng Qiao picked up her notebook and looked at the three words "apology" and fell into deep thought. She put down her pen and gritted her teeth, "Forget it, let's review! I'll do it on the weekend after the exam!"

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Cheng Qiao's biological clock woke her up at 5:30 in the morning. After a good night's sleep, she felt a different mood. After washing up, she said to her grandmother, "Grandma, I'll go directly to my aunt's house after school today! I feel like the traffic will be a bit crowded tomorrow."

"Can you do it by yourself?" Grandma said, "It's a long way to your aunt's house."

"It's okay, I have classmates going that way too." Cheng Qiao said jokingly, "Grandma, you can't see me today, don't miss me!"

When the grandmother saw Cheng Qiao running out with her schoolbag on her back, she rushed to the yard and shouted, "Child, make an appointment with your classmates. If no classmates are going that way, you should come back. We will go together tomorrow."

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Arriving at school, Cheng Qiao saw two books on the table, one of which was a physics textbook. Cheng Qiao scratched his head and said, "I remember I put all the books in the drawer after school!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she took the book away and saw a notebook-sized piece of paper placed between the two books. The handwriting was very neat, and the words "apology" were written on the top of the middle. Cheng Qiao was stunned. God knew that I didn't want to write an apology, so he wrote one for me? Although the words were written stroke by stroke, the pen tip was strong. This is a boy's handwriting. Cheng Qiao read the contents of the apology and nodded as she read. It was written really well, neither humble nor arrogant. This level of writing could not be achieved by ten Cheng Qiaos. Cheng Qiao put away the apology and touched the drawer with her hand. Sure enough, there were a few more packs of snacks. This time, Cheng Qiao could conclude that the one who sent her snacks during this period was not the god who comforted her, but someone else. The only people who knew that I was criticized were people in this class, and he was a boy with very good grades. Aren't Wang Shuai and Cheng Song the boys in the class with good grades? Thinking of this, Cheng Qiao's heart moved. One of them has a crush on me? Cheng Qiao shook her head and denied it. How could it be possible?! She had known them for more than ten years in her previous life. They treated me as a friend, the purest friend, the kind without gender distinction. But Cheng Qiao was still curious, so she decided to find an opportunity to compare the handwriting of the two people carefully...