The two souls wear the same person + side story

I wasn't imaginative enough, and I couldn't play with my classmates, so I took out the "Three Hundred Poems of Tang Dynasty" written by the head teacher who appeared on my seat inexplicably, and there were many incomprehensible annotations on it.I always have something in the hands of the class teacher, and now he has something in my hands.

The eight skills of the king I painted are superb, and the charm of the brushwork is really unique in the world.

Turn over the big bastard, and the back is full of notes.

I dare not write.

Could it be that the head teacher is fishing here to enforce the law?As soon as I draw, he catches me.

I raised my head from the pile of not-so-thick books to look at the class teacher on the podium. He was sitting and approving homework, picking a pile of boogers, looking around, his eyes shining brightly.

Adults are scary.

I clipped a note in "Three Hundred Poems of the Tang Dynasty", reaching the boy in front.

The note said: This is the book that XX gave you.

So-and-so is a little girl in our class who has a crush on this boy.I have a unique eye, and I discovered the gossip early, and today I deliberately acted as a matchmaker, and incidentally planted the blame.

So they began to write notes, back and forth, eyes met, the girl smiled shyly, cut a rubber bump and hit him, he was not convinced, rubbed the tape ball and threw it away.

It was inevitable that there would be accidental injuries on the way, so the last three rows crackled and threw balls of paper, rubber bumps, and broken pencil ends, flying like snow. The head teacher looked up and came down angrily.

He picked up "Three Hundred Tang Poems" and looked at it for a while, and I laughed secretly in the corner.

"Zhang Xu, come here."

When I came out of the class teacher's office, I still couldn't get back to my senses.

The head teacher said that he wrote quite insightful notes in the book, as well as citing various classics to expand knowledge, which means, um, knowledge integration has reached a great level.He didn't expect to meet such a wonderful flower like me in his 20 years of pale and boring teaching career. He said that he had already seen that I was a modern female crouching dragon, so he took special care of me.He also said that I finally became a blockbuster this semester, and hoped that I would continue to give him more surprises, and signed up for me in the county's poetry dictation competition, which will be next Saturday.

Of course I'm not some crouching dragon.But I don't know whether this credit should be attributed to Xu Wanqing or Shang Yi. Think about it, although Shang Yi made me one of the good students in the past month, he didn't have the record of doing Zhiyan Zhai for the three hundred poems of Tang Dynasty.Most likely Xu Wanqing.

She has disturbed my life, no matter whether she is an ancient person or a modern person suffering from some fantasy disease, I have to talk to her.

Pick up the pen, I can't write the word Wan Qing at all, according to the notes she left, the writing is very ugly.

So I remembered her words.

Xu Yijiu, hello, the head teacher said you are a crouching female dragon.

I can't write Wolong either.

After being troubled for a long time, I realized that I was talking too much nonsense, and next Saturday is also the day when Xu Wanqing and Shang Yi are on duty together, which has nothing to do with me.

Still closed the notebook and put it beside the pillow, rinsed his mouth, when there was a knock on the door outside.

I opened the door, and our Chinese class representative handed me a big thick book.

"One hand for money and one hand for goods, 70 yuan." She was short and held her head high, stretching out her hand as if to blackmail her.

"You're crazy." I pushed the book back, "Why do I want this? Also, it costs 70 yuan for a broken book, you kill me and forget it."

"It's the big dictionary you want!" She angrily threw the book on my head, "70 yuan!"

I just wanted to talk back and throw her out, but the existence of Shang Yi and Xu Wanqing made me swallow the words back.

Reluctantly, he took out 70 yuan and handed it over, hating them for increasing unnecessary expenses recklessly.

Forget it, I don’t have money and neither do they. If I’m hungry, I’ll be hungry too. I’m reduced to a barber shop to wash my hair, and they have to scratch people’s heads just like me.

My uncle said that I live a very solid life, which means that no wind and rain can break my heart, and I am open-minded like a fairy.

So when the two gods entered my body, they still wronged them. I didn't eat, drink, or entertain them, and they treated me as a flower of the motherland.

So I put the passbook left by my parents next to my pillow, reminding them to be hard and simple, seemingly silently, but almost screaming.

After thinking for a while, he put his ID card beside his pillow.

I wrote down the password, and told me to burn it after reading it, and don't put it under the pillow, so I didn't sleep well.

Sleeping until midnight, I suddenly realized that Shang Yi looked very rich.

Fortunately, I responded in time, otherwise the money would be gone.

I first burned the note and hid the passbook tightly.

But if Shang Yi is not willing to share the money with us——

I rubbed the notebook next to my pillow and saw Shang Yi's address, my spirits lifted.

If Xu Wanqing didn't go, I can go and meet her.

Maybe you can build a tile-roofed house in the village before graduating from elementary school.

It was too late, but it was too late. I packed up the package and put it in the corner of the room to check the time. Today is too late, and I will leave on Saturday the day after tomorrow.

When I woke up on Saturday, there was no extra content in the book, but Shang Yi, as a teacher, wrote me the stroke order of the three characters Xu Wanqing, and demonstrated it stroke by stroke, and I learned it in another book. It is confirmed that Shang Yi is a good person.

From the town to the county, and then to the city.

When I was a child, my parents took me to parks in the city, saw giant crocodiles, ate a marshmallow that would stick to my mouth, and got my hand muddy.

I don't know the way very well, but I am very good at asking for directions. After backing up the car several times, I finally stood under the building.