After traveling through time, my system is a scam

Lin Xiaoyue frowned, looked at Nanzhi, and said hesitantly, "But if this happens, grandpa will be unhappy. If grandpa is unhappy, dad will know about it and he will say that I am ignorant and don't know how to help grandpa!"

When Nanzhi heard this, she felt a surge of pain in her heart.

Many people like sensible and obedient children. However, the more sensible and obedient the child is, the more losses he or she will suffer.

Nanzhi touched her head. The child had soft, fine hair, which was very smooth.

"You can use studying as an excuse to refuse. Next time, tell your parents that you are very valued by your teacher and that you should study hard. Of course, you can say that you will definitely help your grandfather when you have time after you finish your homework, but you have to put studying first!"

These words made Lin Xiaoyue's face turn red.

There was still a hint of shyness. "Teacher, my grades are not good!"

Nanzhi smiled slightly when she heard her say that. "Your grades are not good because your time is taken up by trivial things. The teacher knows that you are a smart child and the teacher believes in your ability. The fact that you were able to get into this elementary school shows that you had this ability when you were a child, isn't it?"

Lin Xiaoyue felt a little embarrassed by the compliment and said "hmm" shyly.

No one has ever praised her.

Nanzhi saw that it was almost done, so he gave Lin Xiaoyue a few more instructions before letting her go back.

After Lin Xiaoyue left, Nanzhi wrote down her information in a notebook.

After finishing writing, looking at the handwriting on the notebook, Nanzhi couldn't help but feel sorry for the child.

This death was so unfair. It was clearly instigated by other children and they were also involved, but she was the only one who was punished.

So, if you don't love someone, you can actually just ignore it. It's just giving them food to eat. Why do that?

They are all descendants of his blood.

Hey!

There are so many strange people in the world that I am always surprised by these strange phenomena.

At this time, the third child arrived, and he turned out to be a short boy.

Nanzhi raised her eyebrows. It turned out that this child was in the same class as Lin Xiaoyue.

The child is also thin and small. Of course, Nanzhi also knows that boys will develop later, which is completely normal.

"Student Zhao, please take a seat!"

Zhao Feng lowered his head and placed his hands in front of him.

Nanzhi called him, and he sat down reluctantly. And he only sat a little bit on the chair. This action was rather cautious, which made Nanzhi frown slightly.

This child is too cautious.

Nanzhi looked at the gaps between his fingers and saw that they were very dark and there was some black powder. Nanzhi thought that it was a bit like the black powder in a pencil.

“Is this pencil dust?”

Nanzhi said this and naturally picked up Zhao Feng's hand and looked at it in front of her eyes.

The child pulled his hand back in resistance, his voice as thin as a mosquito, "Teacher Fang, my hands are dirty!"

Nanzhi smiled and said softly, "It's okay, the teacher will help you wipe it!"

It was indeed pencil dust, and there were also black pencil marks on the nails. Nanzhi took out a wet wipe from her bag and cleaned the child's hands.

Nanzhi only found out when she saw the child's life story.

It turned out that the child was afraid that the knife would shave off too much of the pencil lead, which would be a waste, and the knife was too sharp, so he would shave off the outer layer of wood and then use his fingernails to scrape the pencil lead.

Nanzhi didn't know what to say for a moment.

She had actually been in this place for almost three years and had never seen anyone who looked more pitiful.

Today, I saw a child who even used pencils sparingly. He was a fifth-grade student.

At this time, students had already started using ballpoint pens and fountain pens.

This child is very sensible. He never bothers the dean or the teachers.

Sometimes I pick up pencil tips that others don’t want, and sometimes I pick up erasers that others don’t want.

In fact, some teachers also gave him a ballpoint pen and a fountain pen, but the child was reluctant to use them unless he was writing papers.

Never write in a notebook, because once you write with a ballpoint pen or fountain pen, you can't erase it and it won't be usable the second time.

An eleven-year-old child knows that money is hard to earn and understands the dean's difficulties. He is willing to save some money for children younger than him and even buy some candy for those children.

He used the money he earned from helping others with their homework, and from picking up trash on Saturdays and Sundays.

The child's father died when he was five years old. He was working in a large factory and was accidentally caught in a machine.

There was no one at home at that time, and the compensation money was embezzled by his father's colleagues, and only 20,000 yuan was given to the child's grandfather.

When his mother learned that her husband had died tragically and went to claim the body, she couldn't accept it and went crazy. This was also the main reason why the worker dared to embezzle the money.

There were some crazy people, some small children, and even an old man in the family. They probably didn't know where the place was, so they did this without any hesitation. They gave 20,000 yuan and ran away.

Zhao Feng's mother disappeared less than two months after she was sent back.

The grandfather couldn’t bear the blow, and his health collapsed. It dragged on for two years. When the child was seven years old, he could no longer hold on. The child’s last support was gone.

Nanzhi looked at the child's face and it was indeed a miserable face.

What’s even more pitiful is that the child went out to pick up bottles at night and was drowned by a homeless person with a mental disorder.

Such a tragic experience made Nanzhi tremble in her heart

When Nanzhi saw the child’s final struggle, her hands began to tremble.

Because she saw who the homeless man was.

It turned out that it wasn't a homeless person, but his crazy mother.

Nanzhi recognized him, and when the water splashed and wet the child's face at the last moment, Zhao Feng recognized him.

This is also why the child did not struggle and just shouted a word silently.

"mom"

This truth is really hard to accept, and Nanzhi feels even more depressed.

Unfortunately, her mother has gone completely crazy and doesn't recognize anyone.

Nanzhi's nose suddenly felt a little sour. Thinking of the child's despair, Nanzhi's heart was filled with intense pain.

How sad this child must be! He watched his mother drown him in the water, treating him as an enemy.

Nanzhi turned his back, blinked, and said a little embarrassedly, "Sorry, a bug suddenly flew into the teacher's eye."

As he spoke, he did not forget to wipe his eyes with his hands.

Zhao Feng was a little confused. Where did the bugs come from?

Isn't this winter?

Nanzhi didn't know how poor his excuse was at this moment.

"Teacher Fang, are you okay?"

When Nanzhi heard this, she almost couldn't hold back her mood after just calming down.

He turned his head away, wiped his eyes with a tissue, and muttered, "It's okay, it will be better soon!"

"you do not need to worry!"

How could such a well-behaved and sensible child end up in such a miserable state?

After several minutes, Nanzhi finally calmed down.

"Zhao Feng, how about the teacher sponsoring your schooling? That way you will have time to study hard. The teacher will also donate some items to your orphanage regularly. Can you promise the teacher that you will not go out to pick up bottles at night in the future?"

Nanzhi squatted down and looked at the poor child with his eyes.

Nanzhi's heart ached when she thought of how he was drowned in the artificial lake by his own biological mother.