A Blind Date Guide

???? Meng Yi was painting in full swing when he suddenly heard someone calling him in the office: "Teacher Meng Yi."

???? Meng Yi raised his head to look for the source of the sound, and found that it was Mr. Yu, the head teacher of Class 10, Senior Two, who was sitting by the window.

???? Teacher Yu was tall and big, and his sonorous voice floated through the entire office, causing many teachers who were batching homework to raise their heads.

???? "Teacher, you can go to this class."

???? Meng Yi was surprised: "Isn't Teacher Yu going?"

???? Teacher Yu said: "No, no, it's rare to let them relax. The exam is coming and they can't be too tense."

????Meng didn't expect it at the beginning, he didn't even prepare for the lesson, so now he had to bite the bullet and go to class with a book and a notebook.

???? The students in the classroom obviously had the same idea as Meng Yi. When they saw the art teacher who hadn’t seen him in January, they all applauded excitedly. Several students even stood up from their seats. cheer.

???? It was the first time Meng Yi was treated like this, and he was a little flattered. He almost stumbled when he stepped onto the podium.

???? In fact, most students don't really like art, they just need such a free time.

???? Meng Yi spoke to the textbook on the stage, and the students in the audience lowered their heads, either writing math papers, or memorizing the English words to be memorized in the next class. In short, no one was listening to him.

???? Meng Yi doesn't mind this, after all, the college entrance examination is the most important thing.

????Meng Yi's one-man show generally taught for a small half of the class, and in the rest of the time, he played a documentary for the students, introducing the British National Gallery.

???? Those who want to read can watch, those who don’t want to continue to do their homework, just don’t make a sound.

???? Meng Yi walked to the back row of the classroom, looking for an empty seat to sit down, but saw a boy sleeping on the table in the last row.

Meng Yi has nothing to do with the students doing their homework below, but sleeping is a violation of classroom discipline, he can't sit idly by, and he is also responsible if the principal bumps into him.

???? Meng Yi walked up to that classmate and knocked on the table with his index knuckle.

???? The boy lying on the table didn't react as if he didn't hear it, but the students sitting around raised their heads one by one.

???? Meng Yi clearly heard a few boys sneer a few times, and let out a booing sound of "shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

???? Meng Yi took a glance from the corner of his eye, and Meng Yi recognized one of the boys, named He Ye, who was No. [-] in the second year of high school.

????The notice that he won the first prize in the Provincial Mathematical Olympiad last year is still posted on the bulletin board, and Meng Yi can see it every day when he enters school.

????Meng Yi ignored the booing students, stretched out his hand and pushed the people on the table.

???? I didn't expect to touch mud with one hand.

???? It was only then that Meng Yi noticed that the boy's school uniform was wet, with a large patch of muddy water on it, as if he had rolled in a puddle outside.

???? At this moment, the boy finally raised his head slowly, looking dully at Meng Yi who pushed him.

???? Meng was startled when he saw his face clearly. There were bruises on the boy's cheek and forehead respectively, and a dried blood stain hung on the corner of his mouth.

???? Meng Yi's heart tightened, and he asked cautiously, "Shall I take you to the infirmary?"

???? The boy showed no expression. He lowered his eyes and shook his head, before lying down on the table again.

???? Meng Yi didn't call him again.

???? Returning to the office after class, Meng Yi put down the computer and went to the school infirmary, asked the school doctor for some alcohol cotton and band-aids, and then returned to Class 10 of the second year of high school.

???? At this time, the class bell hadn't rang yet, and the few students who were booing in the class were not in the classroom. There was only that boy in the last row, still lying motionless on the table.

???? Meng Yi walked in quietly from the back door, walked up to him and patted him on the back lightly.

???? The boy's shoulders shrank subconsciously, and he raised his head vigilantly.

???? Meng put the things in his hand on his table and said, "You wipe it with alcohol first, and then put the Band-Aid on it."

???? The boy was taken aback, and before he had time to say anything, Meng Yi had already walked out of the classroom.

???? After returning to the office, Meng Yi glanced in the direction of the window. Teacher Yu from Class 10 of the second year of high school was discussing the performance of the students in the class with several other teachers at the top of his voice. The final exam must be the first in the grade again.

???? Meng Yi stood at the door and listened to a few words, hesitated for a while, and finally went back to his office directly.

???? He sat down on his seat with mixed feelings, picked up his phone, and found two unread messages.

???? Since the school stipulates that mobile phones are not allowed in class, these two messages were already half an hour ago.

???? Meng opened it a little bit and saw that it was from Zhou Lin.

???? The first one is: The construction team is here and is checking the water leak in your room. Do you want to come back and take a look together?

????The latter one: No need to come back, they have already left.

???? After reading it, Meng Yi replied to him immediately: I didn't see it in class just now, what's the matter, can they solve it?

???? Zhou Lin replied quickly: Yes, yes, but they said they would wait two days before starting work.

???? [One by one]: Why?

???? [Big Brother Social]: Forgot to ask

????【all】:……

???? Zhou Lin had already sent off the master of the construction team when he replied to this passage, and he was too lazy to call to ask the reason. He is now busy taking stock of the sales in June.

???? All the houses in their agency belong to his family. His parents have a total of 20 houses in the local area, which are divided into 52 single rooms for rent. Currently, 33 rooms have been rented out, and 19 rooms are still vacant.

????Zhou Lin took the calculator and clicked it. All the rent income this month added up to [-]. After deducting some miscellaneous maintenance fees and home appliance replacement fees, the net income was [-].

???? Seventy-eight thousand a month is undoubtedly a very considerable income for ordinary families, but for their family, it is actually going backwards.

????Zhou Lin remembers that before he graduated, his mother ran the family’s housing business by herself, earning 10 yuan a month as a base, but now it’s not as good as a year after handing it over to him.

???? I don't know if it's because of the downturn in housing rental or my ability.

????Zhou Lin scratched his hair irritably, lying on the table alone and melancholy.

???? He had expected that his mother would definitely call and scold him for being useless when he saw the account.

???? He admits that he is indeed quite useless, but if he is promising and makes a name for himself, how can he go home to inherit the family business and live his life according to his parents?

???? Zhou Lin sighed, and transferred the account book together with the 3000 yuan in the account to his mother.

???? The remaining 5000 yuan is his salary for this month.