Her father is a teacher

The last exams before the weekend and the students were more chirping than birds.On the one hand, the relaxation after tension allows them to have a lot of pleasant imaginations, and on the other hand, the tension that is close at hand makes them unintentionally imagine.

Yu Jiayue was lying on the railing of the corridor, and at a glance, all the teachers were hurriedly getting the test papers to change to the test room, and the students were all upstairs quietly waiting for the test soon to come.

There are beautiful girls wearing short skirts, with slender legs under the pleated skirts, highlighting the unique style of girls.It's just that no one cares about it now.

Yu Jiayue looked away and asked Lin Sheng, "Who will invigilate the final test?"

"Examination Room No. [-]? It's Mr. Wu and Mr. Chen from Class [-]."

Lin Sheng never called the teacher's full name or nickname, and always called it appropriately. This teacher, that teacher, seemed to be right in front of her.Normally, Yu Jiayue's heart would be "cut".

"Wow...the surname is Wu, then you don't have to copy it."

Lin Shengxin said that you, a top student in Class [-], actually sometimes talk about plagiarism. "It's pretty strict this time. Some people didn't believe in evil, and they were arrested several times."

There was a buzzing noise not far away, the teacher surnamed Wu came here with a test paper bag, and the students followed him one after another, no longer staying in the corridor.And Yu Jiayue saw Wang Yan behind him at a glance.

"The teacher is here, I'm going back."

She left Lin Sheng and walked against the crowd, passing Wang Yan.

In the meantime, Wang Yan didn't even look at her.Yu Jiayue slightly bent her lips, this one really doesn't remember her.

The No. 1s filled up about [-] seats according to their class numbers, followed by Lin Sheng, and Wang Yan was next to her, separated by a small aisle.

Teacher Xiao Chen is a small girl who walks back and forth in the examination room, but does not stay on the students. She only gently tells the examinees how long it will be, don't forget to write the name, and don't write the test number wrongly.

The male teacher Yu Jiayue called "the surname Wu" wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and the two stripes at the corners of his eyes grew along the most severe direction. No one, no matter how open-minded, dared to look up at him at this moment.

Wang Yan moved, adjusted her short skirt again, and continued to answer questions.

Teacher Wu's sharp eyes moved over, his eyebrows frowned, and he called out in a low voice, "Xiao Chen."

Teacher Xiao Chen hurried back to the desk in wonder.

The students couldn't help becoming more nervous when they heard him speak. They wanted to raise their heads but didn't dare. In the end, their heads were almost stuck on the test paper, and their eyes couldn't read the words clearly. They looked like a bunch of well-behaved ostriches.

Wang Yan does not belong to these people. Although she is apprehensive, she also prides herself on her behavior, so that the teacher can't catch any mistakes.

Except for the skirt, which is too short and not allowed in school...

"Student," Teacher Xiao Chen bent down to talk to her, making her thump, "don't move."

Then the teacher's eyes fell on her skirt.

So what, the big deal is that it will not be worn by this invigilator surnamed Wu now.But despite thinking this way, Wang Yan still had a very bad premonition.

Teacher Xiao Chen's white and delicate hands carefully rolled up the thin skirt, revealing a very obvious bright white.

She took out a small printed cheat sheet from under Wang Yan's skirt.

White noise suddenly sounded from the radio, and the students raised their heads and muttered softly.

"Do what you do, do what you want, and there is no picture, what's so interesting." A teacher in his 50s sat on a stool and criticized them for making a fuss in Mandarin, the local dialect version. "At this time, either the test paper was printed incorrectly, or the criticism was reported. It is still early before the paper is closed."

"Mr. Liu is right, you just do your own thing down-to-earth." The other teacher next to him looked at the corridor calmly, listened to the sound in his ears, and then lowered his head to play with his mobile phone.

As soon as the broadcast came out, it was indeed a notice of criticism.But what made the students feel fresh was that the plagiarized student was actually Wang Yan.

"Hey, the child of Director Wang's family?" The two teachers looked at each other with subtle expressions.

"Who invigilates the exam? If you don't turn a blind eye, forget it."

"The next door is Xiao Wu." The older teacher Liu said.

"Teacher Wu is the same, and he doesn't show any mercy. I didn't say that this kid has good grades, so why is he still cheating?"

The students below pricked up their ears to listen to the gossip while doing the questions.

"There's too much pressure on the family."

The teacher who was playing with the mobile phone grabbed the cup and took a sip of water, and teased vaguely: "High society."

The other smiled knowingly, and took the opportunity to knock down on the student again: "Listen clearly, everyone said that this exam is very strict, I don't believe it." Pick up the old newspapers on the podium.

This gossip was told, and I did my best, and the students also ate melons, but there was nothing serious about it, so it wouldn't hurt them to spread the word.It can be described as a model of public gossip.Discussed in private, the point of view will only get sharper than that.

Yu Jiayue listened to the criticism and gossip in the report, and she really wrote the paper with skill, she could do it everywhere, it was very simple, her heart was refreshed, and she was so happy.It was as if she had pulled out a large piece of old secretions from her ears. For a moment, she felt that getting the first place in the grade was not as refreshing as this moment.

Lin Sheng followed Zheng Nianchu into a barber shop.She had a hunch, but couldn't believe it.Until the barber asked, "Do you wash your hair?"

Zheng Nianchu shook his head, his long black hair like a waterfall swayed slightly following her movements. "Do you cut your hair?"

Lin Sheng wanted to run out of that small hair salon.She held back.This is Zheng Nianchu's business, it's her choice, she doesn't need to interfere so sincerely.

The barber gestured on Zheng Nianchu's hair: "One thousand and two here, but the hairstyle will not look good then, one thousand here."

Every word in this small space makes Lin Sheng suffocate, she is like the mermaid in Andersen's works, every word of the barber and Zheng Nianchu stirs the knife under her feet, and deeply touches the most sensitive part of her feet Cut out a knife.

"It's going to be cut anyway, so make it as short as you can."

She couldn't take it anymore: "Zheng Nianchu!"

The face in front of the mirror slowly turned around, and the expression of guilty conscience was not concealed.Zheng Nianchu couldn't bear to think about Lin Sheng excitedly buying combs and towels for her yesterday, that made her too embarrassed to hold her head up.

She blamed herself for not rejecting thoroughly, what if she had said it clearly at that time?

Then she wouldn't be sitting here now.She would be persuaded and compromised by Lin Sheng's few words, and she would give up this idea after being stared at by her.How could she refuse Lin Sheng...

The scissors landed on the hair, opening and closing with a crisp sound, the sound that many people love to hear, like short hair stubble irritating the skin on the back of Lin Sheng's neck.Her treasure, her treasure, was being destroyed, destroyed.

Nobody cares except her.

When she came out of the barber shop, she didn't even cast a glance at Zheng Nianchu.Every time she glanced at it from the corner of her eye, she couldn't let go of the familiar long hair.In extreme emotions, she didn't want to see how this person was doing, for fear that her gaze would be too hurtful.

She felt that this Zheng Nianchu was very strange, not only did she do ridiculous things, but she also did crazy things.

Is the typical rebellion, childish, stupid.

If he hadn't gotten along with her before, Lin Sheng would probably think that this was her conspiracy, an adult-style, tortuous conspiracy.Holding Fu Huaining's sympathy, Fu Huaining's soft heart forced her to feel guilty, to bow her head to her and admit her mistakes, regretting the past.

A cruel speculator who exploits emotions for profit.

Fu Huaining was flipping through his cell phone on the sofa, watching Zheng Nianchu approaching her smilingly, with a delicate face under short hair, followed by Lin Sheng with a very rare cold face.

How long had she not seen Lin Sheng like this?

"Why did you cut it so short?" She asked Lin Sheng in surprise, and stretched out her hand to touch it. The child bowed and handed the head to her hand. "If you have good hair, you can just cut it."

She couldn't help feeling sad when she said this, that is, what happened last week, how could it not be connected.Nianchu is always like this, keeping quiet to reduce troubles for others.

Too sensible, but she couldn't be happy.

"What a beautiful hair." She touched a short hair and said regretfully.

"I couldn't pass Lin Sheng's exam all the time, so I thought it might be because my hair was tired, so I cut it just before the senior high school exam."

Only then did Lin Sheng realize that the current Zheng Nianchu is also very slippery in lying.It's just that no one believes it.

Fu Huaining held the field and smiled, reluctantly. "It doesn't have to be like this. If you choose science in high school, you won't be worse than Lin Sheng."

Zheng Nianchu took the money out of his pocket and put it in the hands of his aunt: "The barber shop also collects hair, so it gave a lot."

The money fell into his hands as if it weighed a thousand catties, Fu Huaining's reluctant smile suddenly disappeared, and finally connected these causes and consequences.She also saw the vague anger on her daughter's face that was almost full of substance and had nowhere to vent, and she didn't know what it was like.

Zheng Nianchu is more sensitive than she thought.

She lowered her eyes, trying to cover the glow of water, and the pink banknotes in her hand were so hot that she almost couldn't hold them. "Okay, I'll keep it for you, and here is the lucky money for both of you."

After finishing speaking, she got up from the sofa: "I'll call your grandpa for dinner."

Lin Sheng, who was faster than her, brushed his arm and entered the room silently.

The towels were still hanging on the wall. Yesterday, a sticky hook was removed, and two towels were hung in a row. The combs on the table were also piled up and down. Lin Sheng organized them in an orderly manner.She sat in this room and watched, and nothing was pleasing to the eye.

Zheng Nianchu pushed open the door and called her, "It's time to eat."

Lin Sheng said calmly: "I want to be angry now, can you go out for a while?"

The door was gently closed, but Zheng Nianchu did not leave.Looking at the two combs facing Lin Sheng, she always felt that the crisp body on the top would suffer. "Give me the comb first, it's mine."

Oh, it's time to bargain.She glanced at her fiercely, which made Zheng Nianchu palpitate.When Zheng Nianchu blinked, Lin Sheng's eyes were back to normal, but very cold.

"Let's eat." Lin Sheng said.

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Lin Sheng still couldn't bear to be angry with Nian Chu.