The next day, Monday, it was raining outside.

"Host, look!" The system was a little excited.

An Yinong raised his hand to silence the system, he looked at the drizzle outside the window, "On a rainy Monday, the original owner's house broke up", is it today?

He went downstairs, rare, He Chengjue is here today.

"Does the sun rise from the west today?" An Yinong sat down at the dining table.He Chengjue looked at him hesitant to speak, as if he wanted to say something to him.But An Yinong just ate with his head down, he didn't eat or sleep, he always did a good job.

"Ah, that, Ah Tong, do you miss your mommy?" He Chengjue finally couldn't help but ask.

"No, Dad, do you miss Mommy?"

"Actually, Dad has something to tell you."

However, An Yinong had already stood up after eating, and he looked at his watch: "Dad, I should go, I'll talk about what's going on tonight."

"Atong!"

He Chengjue couldn't keep him and watched him leave in the car.

An Yinong in the car had a calm expression, flicking his fingers lightly on the schoolbag.

He knew what He Chengjue was going to say, but he didn't care.The original owner's emotions affected him, but he wouldn't lose his cool because of it.

He is thinking about what preparations he needs to do if he wants to be a cartoonist.

The original owner's voice is too milky, not suitable for singing, and the entertainment industry in this era is chaotic, it is not easy to sing quietly.He also has dyslexia, and he gets a headache when he sees things with many words, so even when he becomes a boss, he feels pain when reading reports.

After much deliberation, it seems suitable to be a cartoonist.

When he came to the classroom, the first thing he saw was Zhang Wei talking about how he met a homeless person the day before yesterday and sent him home.

Zhang Wei talked about a very simple matter with ups and downs, and even vividly depicted the changes in the expressions of the family members of the homeless.

"Tiantong, is what Ah Wei said true?" The students who listened to 'Storytelling' gathered around him as soon as they saw him.

"..." To be honest, An Yinong couldn't remember how those people reacted, he stayed for a while and then left, not quite used to the atmosphere of family reunion.

"Yes." He said hesitantly.

Zhang Wei immediately came over and hooked his neck: "Did you hear that? This is what the three of us did together, and all three of us can prove it. I've said it a long time ago. I have experienced it myself. It's no lie."

The class became lively, they surrounded Zhang Wei and asked about the details of this matter.

Zhao Gang shook his head beside him, he looked up and saw An Yinong arranging his schoolbag, and suddenly remembered the appearance of this 'elder young master' when he was in the ice room.

Inexplicably, Zhao Gang felt that the kind-hearted An Yinong was just pretending to be an ordinary student and playing with them. If he was serious, he must...

As soon as he thought about it, Zhao Gang saw An Yinong open the book and take a look, covering his head in pain.

"..." Okay, maybe there is no pretense about the pain of reading.

Why do you have 'dyslexia'?It was too difficult, even An Yinong, who thought he had good self-control, wanted to throw books many times.

How does it feel to see a group of words dancing hand in hand every time you open the textbook?

What does it feel like to read a topic that others can understand at a glance, word by word, and possibly misread it?

In his previous life, An Yinong liked reading so much, but now he gets a headache when he reads books.Every time I open the textbook with a feeling of 'seeing a doctor and taking medicine'.

But when this kind of thing is said, few people believe it, and it is even more difficult to empathize.

"Endure." He could only bite his lip and force himself to read on.

With this kind of determination, An Yinong was very serious in class. The teacher tried to ask him to get up to answer the questions, but he answered all the questions correctly. They were very happy. Even the perennially unsmiling math teacher couldn't help but praise him for doing a good job today.

After class, the students gathered around and asked the young master with a smile why he worked so hard today?

An Yinong thought about it, and said that he met a former classmate the day before yesterday, and he was a little bit unwilling.

He didn't go into details, but others would imagine it. They thought that An Yinong wanted to work hard and take revenge by becoming an outstanding student.

"The pressure is so great. The young master has started to work hard." Zhang Wei screamed, and was beaten by An Yinong.

"Don't call me young master again."

He also drew cartoons for others during class breaks, and his desktop cartoons became a new fashion in the class, and even female classmates came over, dawdling for a big beauty.

During this kind of interaction, An Yinong became acquainted with these classmates who hadn't had much contact with each other for more than half a year.They even made an appointment where to play in the future.

In this atmosphere, An Yinong felt that the emotional fluctuations of the original owner were gradually calmed down, and it seemed that he was not so resentful and desperate - this is of course false.

When he saw the English teacher Zhang Yu, the hatred surged again, trying to drown An Yinong's reason.

"I know that she has been targeting you, and I also know that her'good' are all hidden intentions. I know it all. I will tear off that layer of hypocrisy."

He kept saying to himself, as if to appease the original owner, but also as to appease himself.

The last class of the day was still English. Teacher Zhang was wearing an expensive white suit. She picked up the pointer, and the watch she accidentally revealed was shining.

That day, she still called An Yinong to get up and answer questions.

"Teacher, I have a question." An Yinong didn't answer, but asked instead.

"In English class, you should use English." Teacher Zhang said in Chinese with an accent, resembling a returnee who had just returned to China in the early years, and naturally carried a kind of dignity of a foreigner.

Yes, in this era of Hong Kong, speaking English is more noble than speaking Chinese.

"No, it's more appropriate to use Chinese for this question."

Teacher Zhang nodded, looked at him and sighed, with disappointment in his eyes, but he said softly: "Speak."

"Teacher, the purpose of asking students questions in class is generally to see if the students are paying attention to the class and to test the students' mastery of the knowledge they have learned. Am I right?"

She nodded.

"Then, from time to time, you have long talks with my father who doesn't come home all night, flip through the English book in the night light, and discuss my study problems with him under the quilt."

Having said that, he laughed, and looked at Teacher Zhang Yu with the same gentle expression: "Then you should know my learning level very well. Why do you still care about my study for a class?" What's the progress?"

"You..." She trembled her lower lip, almost unable to hold the pointer in her hand.

An Yinong looked at her with a smile still on his face: "Considering that I have parents and their marriage is still alive, I assume that you are absolutely kind and not involved in any interests, then... can you give me your concern? How about sharing some with others?"

After finishing speaking, An Yinong stopped laughing, and looked at Teacher Zhang, whose face was turning green and pale, with an indifferent expression.The whole class fell silent, and everyone stared at Teacher Zhang.

But she couldn't speak at this moment, maybe she never thought that this matter would explode in such a dramatic way.

After a long time, she finally found her own voice: "No, it's not what you think..."

"I didn't even think about it, even if you were lying with my father, being honest, and talking about how terribly I behaved, I didn't think much of it. I believe you are innocent, and I believe you have the right to be a teacher I believe that you have no problem being a human being, and I believe that this famous brand watch on your wrist is just a thank you gift from my father as a parent."

An Yinong said every word: "I dare to believe it, do you dare to do it?"

Teacher Zhang trembled.

The bell rang after school, and Miss Zhang ran away in small steps clutching her chest. After she left, the class exploded.

"My God... I didn't expect that at all."

"Me too."

An Yinong lowered his head to pack his schoolbag, and other students came over: "Is it true? She really...with your old man?"

"Didn't I believe she was innocent?"

"Cut." The expression was so fake that no one believed it, so they asked again, "Then if you say it now, you won't be afraid that your old man will get angry?"

"Is he angry with me?" An Yinong thought about what was going to happen today, "He may not have time to be angry."

"Huh?" An Yinong's voice was too soft for this person to hear clearly.

"It's nothing, I don't want to discuss her anymore." An Yinong continued to pack his schoolbag and put the English books in the bag. The desktop was clean only the bamboo forest he had drawn before.

These students also noticed the paintings on the table, and he changed the subject: "Ah, that, He Tiantong, you are so good at drawing, why didn't you show it before?"

"Without extra points, can it change the fact that I failed on average?"

"That's not the way to say it. People who can draw and play musical instruments are all very good. Is it only good at reading that is considered good?"

"Of course not." An Yinong admitted his mistake, "You are right, but I was wrong."

In this era of rapid economic growth, people's ideas have also changed extremely quickly, and they are very tolerant of new things.Indeed, without reading, you can find many other ways out.

They were talking, and other students in the back row came over: "Before you talked to everyone, you made a bad face. I thought you were the young master, and you looked down on us."

"I don't hate you guys, I just..." An Yinong shook his head with a wry smile, and lowered his voice, "I hate the English teacher, so I hate all the decisions she makes."

When he said it, others understood.

"It's true that you know people and face but don't know your heart. But she will continue to target you in the future, what should I do?"

"No, you can't be fired for messing around like this?"

"How can it be so easy? I heard that she has a relationship with the principal. I think it will be difficult for Tiantong to be a human being in the future."

An Yinong had already packed his schoolbag and stood up, he said meaningfully: "Don't worry, I can't take care of it, so find someone who can take care of it."

People don't know why.

Saying goodbye to his classmates, An Yinong walked out with his schoolbag on his shoulders.

"Host, if you offend Teacher Zhang like this, she will definitely blow the pillow against you in the future. Isn't this a warning?"

"Frighten the snake? Don't you know what's going on today?"

"Ah? What's the plot today?" The system looked blank, "It's a rainy Monday... Ah, the original owner's parents divorced?"

An Yinong looked at the sky, he chose to expose this matter today, one is for the public opinion environment, and the other is to vent the pain she has brought to the original owner for a long time.

Abscesses can be painful for a while, but not painful for a lifetime.

Uncle Cai stopped at the school gate early in his car, and he walked over to open the car door.

"Look, host." The system reminded him.

"What?" An Yinong turned his head and saw Zhang Ming in the crowd. This young man was looking at this side with a cold look.It seemed as if given the slightest chance he would climb up and bite him.

"Oh, I really didn't hide my malice." An Yinong looked straight at him unceremoniously, and sneered.

"Why does he hate the original owner so much? The original owner didn't hurt him." The system didn't understand.

"Some malice needs no reason, and it is not necessary to try to find reasons for evil people to do evil."

An Yinong turned his head and got into the car: With such two poisonous snakes around him, it's inconvenient to do anything, so let's solve it sooner.

"Master, today we have to go to the old house first." After An Yinong sat down, the driver A Cai said.

"What happened?"

"This," Uncle Cai hesitated, "I don't know the details."

"Really? Then I'll trouble Caishu." An Yinong raised the corner of his mouth.

"You're welcome, it's my duty." Ah Cai said with a smile, and started the car.

The scenery outside the window kept receding. He didn't know when it started to rain outside, and the drizzle was hazy. He remembered that the first time he crossed, it was also a rainy day.What was he thinking at that time?Live a day, earn a day.

It's different now, he will live well, for the original owner, and for himself.

"Xiaoqi, I'll treat you to a good show later."

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