This strategy mission is not right [Quick Transmigration]

"That... classmate He?" The boy sitting inside He Cong whispered, but He Cong didn't seem to hear.

The boy struggled for a while and then whispered: "He Cong? Classmate He..." Seeing that He Cong still didn't respond, he patted He Cong carefully.

He Cong was awakened by someone, and turned his head to look at the boy inside with no expression on his face. The boy flinched at him, swallowed his saliva, and smiled at him: "He, classmate, hello, my name is Zheng Hao... That, can I borrow it?"

He Cong didn't speak, stood up and stepped aside, and pushed his chair under the table by the way.

Zheng Hao was a little surprised when he saw his actions, and he was relieved that he didn't have time to say more, and hurried out of the classroom shouting thank you.

Zheng Hao entered the classroom, and when he walked to the seat, He Cong got up and let him go. Zheng Hao smiled and said thank you again. He originally thought that He Cong dared to come to school with a yellow hair, either bad or a bully, but he didn't expect to be so easy to talk.

"Hey, He Cong, I heard you were transferred from the city?"

"Yes."

"I haven't been to the city yet. What are the schools in the city like? Are they particularly big and luxurious?"

He Cong turned to look at him: "I don't know."

"what?"

"I didn't read it carefully." He Cong added.

"I didn't pay attention...I'll go. How big is the school? You haven't finished it in two years?"

He Cong was stunned for a moment, and didn't say anything else. Either he didn't finish watching it, or he didn't read it at all.

He Cong's friendly attitude made Zheng Hao classify the relationship between the two as good buddies in just one class, and walked out directly on He Cong's shoulder after the second get out of class.

"Do you want to go to the toilet, I'll show you around?" Zheng Hao looked back at He Cong after walking out.

"No need." He Cong finished speaking and looked at Zheng Hao. Zheng Hao nodded and was about to leave. He Cong stopped him: "Let me change seats with you. I like the window."

Zheng Hao looked up and looked out the window. There was a small pond behind their teaching building, and there were densely planted weeping willows on the edge of the pond. He was already familiar with the school, so he guessed that He Cong was quite interested when he first came: "Okay, let's just change the table." , on my desk..." As he spoke, he moved closer to He Cong, and pressed it to He Cong's ear: "There is a cheat sheet."

After Zheng Hao finished speaking, he stood up straight and laughed twice, and then moved the table. He Cong's hands tightened. He almost punched him just now. No one has ever been so close to him.

The two moved the table and chairs, and He Cong sat inside. The movement was a bit loud, and the classmates in the class were all staring at them, talking in a low voice from a distance, but Zheng Hao's face was beaming.

The next day, He Cong first went to the homeroom teacher's office to report that he was a transfer student and still had to go through a lot of procedures. In order not to catch up with the crowds, he specially arrived at the school half an hour earlier. When he passed, there were already many teachers in the office. Teacher Zhang is chatting with other teachers.

Teacher Zhang is very young. Compared with most serious and elderly teachers in the office, she is like a beautiful landscape. She is a bright spot in the dull gray office, and she can be seen at a glance.

He Cong took the materials and went over. Teacher Zhang had a good temper and a cheerful personality. When he took his materials, he also introduced the two teachers next to him. They were both teachers who wanted to teach him subjects. Teacher Zhang asked him to wait while filling out various forms while continuing to chat.

He Cong lowered his head and stared back and forth at the few books on the table. He didn't want to listen to the teachers' conversation, but suddenly heard another teacher mention Teacher Qin. He Cong's attention was attracted by these three words. Head still bowed, ears pricked up.

"Teacher Qin hasn't come today?" He Cong heard that the voice should be the female teacher in the 40s that Teacher Zhang introduced just now.

"Yes, Teacher Qin lives far away." Teacher Zhang replied without raising his head, "I asked him to change to another place to rent a house a long time ago. Living so far away, it is hard work to get up early."

"That's right, I heard that she has been taking care of the landlord."

"He is also kind. After all, his landlord is a widowed old man."

"Teacher Qin is really kind. He obviously went abroad to study, but he didn't expect to be so nostalgic."

"Teacher Qin is kind to everyone, but yesterday I saw that he seemed to be in a bad mood and didn't care much about others."

"Yes, it's usually smiling. I didn't say a word yesterday, and I usually bring us breakfast."

Teacher Zhang smiled and said nothing, filled in the materials in hand, glanced at the time, returned the materials to He Cong, and said while getting up to sort out the lesson plans: "You can't be too gentle. Usually, Teacher Qin gets along with the students, and there are not many of them." As a teacher, it is a good thing to be stricter now."

"Yes, you should be strict when you should be strict. This is the performance of being a teacher."

He Cong was raising his head and was about to tell Teacher Zhang to go first, when he found that the female teacher was staring at him, seeing He Cong looking over and then turning away, the impatience in He Cong's heart reappeared, just like this person, that Teacher Qin even bought her breakfast, so she was in a hurry.

Before He Cong could speak again, Mr. Zhang was already walking out with his things, smiling as he walked: "Yes, Mr. Qin, this is the performance of a high-quality teacher. He Cong, let's go, go back to the classroom."

When He Cong entered the classroom, Zheng Hao had already moved the chair to the front so that He Cong could sit in.

He Cong didn't listen to the class at all. He either lay down on the table or looked out the window. It is estimated that the teacher knew about his situation and no one cared about him.

It wasn't until the chanting sound in his ears changed to that cold male voice that He Cong looked up at the podium. It was Qin Wen.

When Qin Wen spoke the text on the podium, there was obviously nothing special about it, but He Cong found it particularly attractive. Every syllable he uttered was pleasant to the ear.

He Cong listened to an English class very carefully, but he was just listening and didn't understand.

"I found out that you are the only one who can listen to Mr. Qin's class?"

Zheng Hao looked at He Cong, and looked at He Cong curiously.

He Cong didn't speak, and didn't know what to say, he hummed casually and turned his head to look out the window.He ignored Zheng Hao's words.

There was no one in the classroom during the lunch break, and He Cong didn't want to go to the cafeteria to eat, so he lay on the table. His father was not at home in the morning, and he didn't want Aunt Li to have an excuse to trouble him, so he endured the pain and ate half a bowl of porridge. I still have acid reflux in my stomach.

Qin Wen only arrived at the school during the second period of class. Uncle Zhao didn't show up in the morning. He didn't want to take care of it, but the system didn't allow it.

"It's fine if you don't live in the same way as the original body, but don't forget what you came to this world for. You haven't determined the mission goal yet, so you should help everyone around you who needs help, especially Let alone an old man."

Qin Wen ignored it, he really didn't want to meddle in other people's business, and he was not in the mood to take care of any tasks or not, the system kept making all kinds of noise in his head, Qin Wen couldn't stand it, so he gritted his teeth and went back to knock on Uncle Zhao's room the door.

There was no movement for a long time, Qin Wen also became a little worried, took out his own bunch of keys to look at, and took out one to open the door of Uncle Zhao's house. This was the spare key that Uncle Zhao had given to Yuan.

Uncle Zhao lay silent on the bed, and Qin Wen stood by the door in a daze for a while before walking in. Uncle Zhao lay silent on the bed, reminding him of the last time of Li Yuanxiu in his previous life.

"Uncle Zhao?"

There was no response, Qin Wen stretched out his hand slowly, still breathing, but the breath he exhaled was very hot, Qin Wen touched Uncle Zhao's forehead with his hand, feeling feverish.

"Uncle Zhao, are you okay?"

"Xiao Qin?" Uncle Zhao opened his eyes, looked at Qin Wen with some cloudiness, and closed his eyes again after a few seconds.

"The landlord is sick, take him to the hospital."

Qin Wen didn't move, stood by the bed for a while, helped Uncle Zhao up, and then carried him to the hospital in the town.

It was early, and there were not many patients in the hospital in the town. The doctor saw Uncle Zhao and gave some instructions. Qin Wen carried Uncle Zhao on his back and went back. The old man was old and fell ill due to the cold at night. After returning home, he fed Uncle Zhao. Seeing that Uncle Zhao is in better spirits, let him rush to school after calling if he has anything to do.

Qin Wen is still getting used to things like the phone. Last night, the original body's mother called. It was the first time he used a mobile phone. He hesitated for a long time before answering the call. A human voice came from the phone. Knowing the magic of this kind of thing in the original body's memory, it was still a bit novel, and he didn't know what to say while holding the phone.

The female voice on the other side of the phone asked him a few words before he called his mother. The other party probably thought that he was too tired from work on the first day, so he told him to rest after a few words.

Although the system said that he should try his best to help the people around him, maybe there is a goal in it, but Qin Wen was still not enthusiastic. He searched all the documents in school, but he didn't find a person who looked like Li Yuanxiu imagined. He's not in the mood to care about others. If it wasn't for the system saying that being a teacher has more contact with people, he might just resign and leave.

Qin Wen is in charge of the English classes of the three classes. He can’t leave after the afternoon class. He has to prepare things for the next day. There is no evening self-study in the first week of school. After that, he has to do late self-study every day, and he also has half-day classes on Saturdays. Also responsible for two days of evening self-study.

Qin Wen sighed. The teachers in the office were very enthusiastic about Yuan Bo. From time to time, when someone said a few words to him, he would respond with a few words.

He walked to the window and didn't want to stay here, but the system clearly told him that the place where he appeared was where the target would appear, so where is the target?Could it be Li Yuanxiu?

According to the systematic method, he should help people around him when they are in trouble, just like he did in his previous life, although he didn't help others voluntarily or directly in his previous life.

Qin Wen looked out the window, the weeping willows by the pond were very lush, Qin Wen saw a smear of yellow from a branch, and looked closely, it was indeed a person, the transfer student named He Cong.

Qin Wen frowned, thinking of his first impression of He Cong, turned his head back to sit at his desk, and continued to force the system to make the best lesson plan.

He Cong leaned against the tree trunk. Weeping willows had been planted for some years, and the tree trunk was very thick. His position just blocked the sight of the teaching building. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't find anyone.

The class was too boring, and it happened to be the history class of the female teacher in the morning. He Cong lay down on the table for a whole day, and was really not interested in continuing to listen to the scriptures. Just leaning against this tree.

He Cong looked up at the branches and leaves above his head, he was a little confused about his thoughts, he felt that what he did before was wrong, and he even doubted why he did that, but he did live like that for 15 years, is he doing the right thing now? He couldn't tell the difference, and always felt that he should do something else, but he had no idea what it was.

The bell rang for the end of class. This was the last class. He Cong picked up his schoolbag and walked straight out of the school. He didn't eat anything all day except half a bowl of grain porridge that was stuffed down. He is a little hungry now. There are many food sellers at the school gate. He Cong Cong found a small restaurant that was out of the way, ate a dish, and walked home from the path behind the shop after a quick meal.

"Hello." He Cong heard a voice behind him, but he ignored it.

"Hey! I'm calling you, Huangmao."