Xueba Raiders

Staying overnight is even more common for Lin Weizhen. Zhang Zixuan was only in the second year of junior high school at that time, and there was a lot of trouble every day. Only when Xu Ying called on his own initiative would he go home.

Lin Weizhen said "OK", closed the workbook, and the two left the classroom door one after the other.

The author has something to say:

Wei Zhou Zhizhen comes from the Book of Songs

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## Chapter 12

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No. [-] Middle School is located in the suburbs, and it is under semi-military management. People inside and outside the school are strictly registered, so there are not many people at the school gate on weekdays.But after school was over on Friday, the school gate was crowded with parents waiting to pick up their children. They couldn't even drive here after a few years of driving experience.

The cafeteria was not as bustling as usual. Lin Weizhen found a seat by the window and sat down. He looked out of the window in a daze, and saw a couple buying large and small bags of snacks, a box of milk, and a box of yogurt. Walking towards the dormitory, they were followed by their displeased daughter.The window was open, and Lin Weizhen heard the little girl say: "I can't finish these, and the ones from last week are still in the dormitory!"

The mother wiped her sweat: "Why don't you finish eating, I bought it for you to eat, and I'm afraid that if you share it with your roommates, I won't have enough to eat!"

The little girl couldn't laugh or cry: "If you feed me like a pig, no one will like it!"

Lin Weizhen couldn't help laughing, and when he turned his head, he saw that He Qing had already ordered the dishes and came over.

Lin Weizhen had already taken two pairs of chopsticks, and passed a pair to He Qing: "Why don't you go home?"

He Qing's sentence "stay overnight" was completely improvised, and Gu Xiaoyan didn't know it yet.

"There's a lot of homework this week," He Qing lied without changing his face, "I can't finish it when I go back."

Lin Weizhen, who only found out today that He Qing had already written an extra set of comprehensive examination papers, said inwardly, "...The two of us may be writing homework for two classes."

He Qing asked back, "What about you?"

Lin Weizhen lowered his head and smiled: "I don't want to go back, that's not my home either."

He Qing's hands holding the chopsticks stopped, and the peanuts rolled back to the plate. He heard Lin Weizhen continue to say: "My parents died a few years ago, and I live at my aunt's house."

What he said was very light, it was a standard declarative sentence, but He Qing was shocked when he heard it, and it took him a long time to calm down: "I'm sorry."

"I shouldn't ask these questions." He Qing added another sentence, looking up at Lin Weizhen.

"Don't look at me that way," Lin Weizhen laughed. "My aunt treats me very well. She doesn't abuse me or give me food. It's just that my brother is too skinny, and he really can't do his homework when he goes back."

He Qing has mixed flavors in his stomach and heart, and he will be full after just two bites.

Parents who picked up students and delivered things left one by one, and the campus gradually became quiet.The setting sun shone on the viewing platform of the playground, and more than half of the opponents robbing the field were missing, and the boarding students played heartily.

The two came out of the cafeteria, walked under the shade of the trees on the main road, looked at the playground at the same time as if they had a tacit understanding, and almost said in unison: "Go for a walk?"

He Qing saw the telephone booth not far away, turned his head and said, "Wait for me a moment."

He walked over with long legs, took out a phone card from his pocket, and dialed Gu Xiaoyan's cell phone.

"Well, there's a lot of homework, and the first quality inspection should be more stable, and I won't be walking. Well, I may go back next week."

Lin Weizhen looked across the road, the phone booth and the people in the booth were half hidden behind the leaves, He Qing didn't smile when he spoke, but was very patient.

Very reliable.

Always be determined, always know what you are doing and what you want.

"Okay," He Qing stepped up the steps, "Let's go."

From time to time, cheers of goals came from the stadium, and occasionally a few students wearing earphones would pass by on the plastic track.The school staff also brought their children a few years old to enjoy the rare free time on the green grass.

"You said... you want to give up the recommendation," He Qing hesitated, but still asked, "What's going on?"

Lin Weizhen knew that He Qing heard everything, but he didn't speak clearly in front of Jiang Haiying and the others.

"My family doesn't agree." Lin Weizhen kicked the pebble beside his foot, "My aunt is a businessman. At that time, she didn't recommend me to study literature. She said that it was especially for boys... It is true that there are not many people in our class who study literature. many."

"I've learned it for a year," Lin Weizhen said with a wry smile on his face, "If you recommend it, it means giving up all the majors you can choose for the college entrance examination."

He Qing didn't make a sound, just listened quietly.

Opportunity cost is too cruel a word. In today's society, it is impossible to say that one step is wrong, but what is lost is lost. An ordinary person with no background, every choice he makes is using his life as a bet .

Suggestions related to the way forward, from the mouth of his aunt who has been kind to him in nurturing, are probably extremely important to Lin Weizhen who is too sensitive.Lin Weizhen briefly mentioned it, and He Qing tried to imagine the whole picture, but he felt a little distressed.

"Then," He Qing said slowly, "After the college entrance examination, all the majors that science students can choose, what do you want to study?"

Lin Weizhen was dumbfounded.

He paused, and said, "I didn't think about it... What about you?"

He Qing pursed her lips and smiled: "Study medicine."

When he said these two words, his eyes were full of brilliance, which could not be disguised.Lin Weizhen felt a burst of envy in his heart, and then smiled: "When we meet in the future, I will call Dr. He."

The word "Doctor He" used to be Gu Xiaoyan's nickname for her husband.

Children often take their father as a role model in life. He Qing is a typical example. Back then, he was too short to reach the handle of the closet, so he secretly stepped on the stool, took out his father's old white coat and wrapped it around himself, facing the mirror in the living room. After ostentatiously, Gu Xiaoyan, who had just returned home from work, laughed out loud when she saw this scene, and couldn't help but take a photo that became black history.

When He Qing was a child, the topics he wrote most in his compositions were "My Father" and "My Ideal". If the news about doctors participating in disaster relief was shown on TV, he would read it intently from beginning to end.At the elementary school parent meeting, He Qing, who was less than ten years old, held his father's hand, with pride written all over his face, and said to the children in the class: "My father is a doctor!"

"Healing the wounded and saving the dying, don't shy away from hardships, your health depends on your life."

Until his father personally destroyed this worship.

Since He Qing entered junior high school, He's father stayed out all night more and more frequently, and the department received more and more complaints from patients about him.While Gu Xiaoyan was working, she was cautiously hiding from her son. Behind the peaceful and harmonious family, the eye of the storm gradually formed.

It wasn't until Gu Xiaoyan burst into tears, hugged He Qing and asked him if he could follow her after the divorce, that the image of her father collapsed.

"But my mother doesn't want me to study medicine," He Qing said calmly, "My dad, he is not a good doctor. They divorced a few years ago, and my mother may...don't want to see another Dr. He."

He turned to look at Lin Weizhen with a shocked face: "But it's nothing, I will still study medicine when I apply for the college entrance examination."

A gust of wind blew, He Qing stood still, and continued: "Even if studying medicine will be very hard, and you may not be able to support yourself when you are in your 30s, even if there are various problems in the medical system, the contradiction between doctors and patients is serious. , How many people have to face misunderstanding and confusion..."

"I'll still study medicine," He Qing's profile was reflected in Lin Weizhen's eyes, "I want to be a good doctor."

The author has something to say:

"Save the dying and heal the wounded, do not hesitate to go through hardships, depend on your health, and depend on your life" is excerpted from "Medical Student Oath"

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## Chapter 13

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Jiang Haiying was surprised to find that after a weekend, Lin Weizhen seemed a little different.

On weekdays, the whole group is always the first to arrive.When Jiang Haiying yawned and walked into the classroom with an omelette bag, He Qing had already returned from the cafeteria and started reading, and Lin Weizhen's seat was often empty—he was not used to having breakfast in the classroom.

Unexpectedly, on Monday morning, Jiang Haiying ran into Lin Weizhen on the rooftop at the door of the glass room.

No. 3 Middle School has strict discipline and never allows me to bring my mobile phone.Lin Weizhen held a small MP[-] player in front of his collar, wore an earphone, and held printed materials in his hand. He glanced at them from time to time, but most of the time he seemed to be repeating by listening.

Jiang Haiying went over to say hello, and looked around. It was the BBC's press release last week.

Lin Weizhen smiled at her mysteriously, and Jiang Haiying put two fingers on the palm of the other hand and made a "kneel" gesture.

After a high-intensity review class all morning, the melodious school bell finally rang.Jiang Haiying stretched comfortably, packed her things, and was about to go out when she suddenly saw the two people at the back table in the same posture of leaning over the desk and writing quickly, with no intention of ending the fight.

"No way!" Jiang Haiying burst into tears, "Old Lin, are you trying to be consistent with He Shen? Will you give us a way out!"

Lin Weizhen raised his head from the paper, his dimples twitched slightly: "Let's go, Sister Jiang."

Jiang Haiying turned around and ran away, deciding to make herself happy for a few more days.

After half an hour, Lin Weizhen finally finished a page of English questions for the fourth year of college.

Recommended language requirements are extremely high, especially TOP2, listening, speaking, reading and writing must not be bad.Lin Weizhen calculated the time. On the basis of ensuring that the homework of each subject was completed on time, and then sprinted for foreign languages, he had to squeeze out an extra hour and a half every day.

In the busy schedule, if you want to find some gaps, the only time is at night.Under the light, there is a bud that breaks out from the bottom of my heart and wants to give it a go.

He Qing saw it, but didn't say anything. They seemed to have formed a tacit understanding. The word "ideal" originally meant something.