I make your medicine

"Hello, which class do you go to?"

Li Che walked into the plain gate of No. 27 High School. The student holding a small flag at the gate smiled and walked towards him, asking politely.

"High Class 27."

After hearing this, the girl said: "Grade 27 is on the third floor of the main building. The main building is over there. What I'm pointing at is, you enter the door and turn right up the stairs. At the top of the stairs is Class [-]."

After thanking him, he went straight into the teaching building.

Today, the school held a mid-term parent meeting, and the campus was full of parents of all kinds and students waiting for their parents.

The teaching building is old, the floor tiles are a bit aging, and the profiles and school mottos of excellent teachers are pasted in the hall. The excellent results every year focus on the most superior resources and teachers in the province, which is the pinnacle goal set by many parents in this city for their children.

It was rumored in the city that entering No. 27 High School was equivalent to entering a prestigious school with one foot. Students from other ordinary schools would even jokingly call the students who were admitted here masters.

The master is not out to sell hot and sour noodles.

Li Che stood still, looked at the familiar school motto slogan on the wall, and chuckled lightly.

He went up the stairs familiarly, walked around and looked around, but he didn't see much change, and it was not easy to be consistent after more than ten years.

"Hi, may I ask whose parent are you?" The class monitor and school committee who were waiting at the door of the classroom stepped forward. Li Che took off his sunglasses and said, "Li Ze."

The students looked surprised after seeing his face, and pointed to the seat in the classroom: "Lize sits in the last row by the window."

"Okay, thank you."

When Li Che walked into the classroom, the young male head teacher was standing on the podium surrounded by a group of parents who didn't know what they were talking about. He didn't have much interest in participating, so he directly sat in Li Ze's seat.

"Why is it you?" With a deep voice on top of his head, Li Che turned his head to look. His younger brother's eyes were full of disgust and repulsion, with a basketball under his arm. from.

"Mom is not feeling well."

He didn't take another look, just staring at the podium without squinting.

"Tsk." The boy scratched his hair irritably, threw the basketball into the iron frame behind the class, was about to go out through the back door, and turned back and said, "Don't touch my things, just leave after driving."

Li Che didn't speak, but looked down at the phone.

The younger brother stared at his indifferent profile for a few seconds, then walked out of the classroom in annoyance.

This is the school-wide parent meeting. After the principal gave a passionate speech on the radio, the teacher started the focus of the meeting.He followed the teacher's instructions and opened the small card on the desktop, which was the mid-term report card and the teacher's message.

Li Che was originally out of interest and didn't care too much, but when he saw the content above, his expression paused.

Li Ze, with a total score of 688, ranked first in class, second in grade, first in mathematics and first in English.

Message from the head teacher: Li Ze is a very good child. He is serious, patient and responsible. He is eager to help his classmates and actively participates in various competitions. He is recognized as an outstanding talent by teachers of various subjects.However, the child's way of dealing with classmates' conflicts is slightly extreme. Parents should actively communicate with the child and pay more attention to the child's psychological changes during this sensitive period of growth.

Slightly extreme.

Li Che frowned looking at these four words.

Back then when he was reading this little card had no lace, and no one held his parent meeting, so he took these things home and handed them in.

In his third year of high school, his message was just one sentence: lack of discipline, extreme behavior, and parents need to take care of them seriously.

The fourth grade in the grade seems not worth mentioning.

It seems that Lize's homeroom teacher is much gentler than his back then.

The head teacher named and praised many students at the meeting. Some had excellent grades, some were active in voluntary activities, some won prizes in specialty competitions, and various experiences and small achievements. This session alone took 10 minutes to talk about. Almost everyone in the class of several people is on the list, and it is indeed worthy of the ridicule of the word "superior".

After the meeting, he approached the head teacher, perhaps because he was too obvious, the head teacher smiled: "Are you Li Ze's parent?"

"Yes, I am his brother."

The head teacher nodded, and didn't talk too much nonsense, knowing the purpose of this brother's visit: "Lize is very good in school most of the time, as long as he can maintain his grades, he can go to a top university." He looked behind and didn't leave The parent, who was also waiting for a private conversation, made a long story short: "But the child is prone to conflicts with classmates, and seems to tend to use fists to solve problems. Last week, he hit a boy in the next class."

Seeing Li Che frowning, he said again: "It's nothing serious, it was stopped in time, they just had some friction on the basketball court, but I don't think it's necessary to do anything at all, you'd better go back and communicate with him more, Yi The point of impulsiveness still needs to be paid attention to.”

After thanking the class teacher, Li Che stood in the stairwell and looked around. The other parents were dragged by their children and said to go to the cafeteria once, but his bear brother couldn't see him at all.

The window in the stairwell was facing the basketball court. He looked at the renovated facilities downstairs and the obviously renovated small supermarket, feeling a little dazed.

It's been ten years, and it really needs to be renovated.

Just as he was about to go downstairs, a figure in the corner of the fitness equipment caught his eye.

It was Lize. Li Ze and a petite boy stood in a corner where it was difficult to attract attention. The boy seemed to be a little scared. He curled his neck and wiped his eyes, and said something in his mouth. After speaking, Li Ze suddenly grabbed him Li Che was stunned for a moment, seeing the boy holding Li Ze's wrist with tears streaming down his face, he seemed terribly frightened.

Li Che only felt a long-suffering rage rushing to his head in an instant. He squeezed the hard card into waste paper with his hands, and quickly moved his long legs downstairs.

"Let go." The boy cried until he was choking, his shoulders trembling slightly, although the hand on his neck was hard, but he was far from death, but he was too scared, Li Ze seemed to be a different person when he got angry Yes, as if possessed by a demon.

"Fucking me..." Li Ze didn't finish cursing, when his hand was suddenly pulled away vigorously. He was about to divert the target of the artillery fire, but when he saw someone coming, he instantly extinguished all his anger, and his heart trembled.

"What are you doing?" Li Che's tone was flat, his expression unmoved, but Li Ze saw the anger he had never seen before in those eyes, which made his scalp tingle.

Li Ze was taken home, and he asked for a leave of absence from the afternoon class. He sat in the passenger seat and looked out the window with his head stubbornly tilted.

After arriving home, Chen Sumei, who was measuring her blood pressure, saw her two sons coming back together, and happily took off the blood pressure monitor and got up to greet them.

"Why did you come back together? Isn't there still class in the afternoon?"

Seeing that the two of them didn't look like they were smiling at all, she was used to it, but she saw the hidden anger in the eyes of the eldest son, and she seemed to see the kid who always caused troubles in high school again, but it was different after all.

She asked, "What's the matter? What happened?"

"Li Ze was bullying his classmates at school." Li Che stated the facts in a nonchalant manner. The moment when the high school students' rebellious psychology was provoked by his annoying attitude, Li Ze said in a strange way: "He wrote me a love letter, I feel sick, can't I clean my eyes?"

"What love letter? What's going on?" Chen Sumei frowned, looking at her youngest son who sat down on the sofa.

"You little sissy, write me a love letter." He raised the corners of his lips viciously, glanced at Li Che, and gritted his teeth, "Dead gay."

"Shut up!" Chen Sumei pointed at Li Ze as if her tail had been stepped on, and looked back at the silent eldest son, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"Li Ze." Li Che said, still with the same attitude, neither salty nor indifferent: "If you don't have that virtue, don't go to school, I don't spend money to raise animals."

He walked back to the door without changing his shoes, and said, "If you don't apologize to him tomorrow, I'll go and expel you from school."

After finishing speaking, he opened the door and left without giving any more eyes.

"What are you talking about!" Chen Sumei raised her hand and slapped him on the arm when she heard the "bang" of the door closing.

Li Ze looked at the ground bitterly, and said stiffly: "I'm telling the truth, dying of homosexuality is disgusting."

"You're still talking!" With a slap on the back of the head, Li Ze's anger was aroused again. He stood up and walked back to his room, closing the door heavily.

At nine o'clock in the evening, half an hour before closing time, Tang Ren listened to Yi Ping's instructions in the storage room and arranged the newly arrived drinks and kitchen supplies.

"Is anyone there? Order food." A weak voice came from behind, and Yi Ping responded immediately: "Someone is here."

Now the school opposite is still in the evening self-study in the third year of high school, and the get out of class ends at 06:30 in the first and second year of high school. There are very few guests coming to eat during the non-stop time, but as long as the door is not closed, it is still open for business.

Tang Ren packed up the last two boxes and closed the door. He paused on his way to the bathroom, and looked at the only customer in the store—the little boy in the alley.

The boy also recognized him, staring blankly not knowing what to say, Tang Ren nodded lightly and went in to wash his hands.

"Why doesn't Xiaoyuan come here these days?" Yi Ping knew this little boy who often came to patronize, and the two got along well, and she liked this obedient, obedient and fair boy.

"It's not easy to live in other places these days." His petite body arched slightly and smiled lightly.

"Is the cram school over?"

"Well, I just finished class."

There were fewer customers in the store, so Tang Ren took the bowl on the way to the child, with a spoon stuck in it.

"Thank you."

This person was tall and indifferent, and felt too oppressive. Li Yuan, who had been inseparable from the word "counseling" all year round, didn't dare to look at each other, so he just lowered his head and thanked him in a low voice.

Tang Ren didn't speak, and turned around directly to continue working. The child was quiet and fanciful, and glanced at the somewhat scary silent figure from time to time.

After eating, the person who came to pick him up was still late. He sat in his seat and stared at the door. Suddenly, he remembered that there was still a problem in his homework, so he took out today's paper from his bag and took advantage of this time to do it quickly.

Tang Ren walked to his table: "Have you finished eating?"

The boy looked up at him and quickly lowered his head: "Well, take it away, thank you."

Tang Ren didn't speak, picked up the empty bowl and dirty paper, glanced at his rolled noodles and stopped, opened and closed his lips slightly, and finally couldn't help saying: "The formula is wrong."

Li Yuan was startled, looked up at the waiter, then looked at the physics problem at hand, pointed to the formula just written on it and asked, "This?"

Tang Ren nodded: "If the circuit diagram is not analyzed and directly replaced, it will be wrong."

The high school student blinked, feeling very novel, and he boldly said softly: "Can you explain it to me?" He is good at physics, and it would be nice if he could know a formula, so he didn't care if he could analyze it or not. F.

Tang Ren looked at him, hesitated for a moment, put the bowl aside, and stretched out his hand: "Lend me the pen."

He doesn't know how to give lectures, but he can do them.

He drew a few diagrams on the calculation paper, wrote down the formula step by step, and substituted the numbers into it. After he finished, he checked it briefly and said, "That's it."

"Oh, okay, let me take a look." Li Yuan watched the waiter leave without talking, and lowered his head to follow the steps on the paper, and he actually figured it out.

He looked at the busy people in the kitchen window in surprise, and couldn't help admiring: This is the legendary sweeping monk.

He looked down at the clear and easy-to-understand problem-solving ideas again, and couldn't help but add: It's just that the word is a bit hazy.