C417 Normal Student

"How many symbiotic relationships exist between living things? "Zhu Zhu, why don't you answer her?"

The teacher's voice slowly penetrated Zhu Zhu's ears through a thick medium. If it wasn't for Zhu Zhu's nudging at the same table, Zhu Zhu would have already died.

Zhu Zhu was still immersed in her dream of whether it was better for her to eat spicy perm or noodles at noon. If Zhu Zhu was worried for her safety and thought about her dream, she would have noticed the astonished gazes from her classmates.

Zhu Zhu wiped the saliva off her face. "Mmm... Parasitism, and. "Hmm, hmm …"

When the third 'mm' came, the teacher could no longer hold it in. "If you can't even answer such a simple question, go outside and stand!"

Zhu Zhu lowered her head and left slowly under the students' excited gazes. Although their eyes were still on the book, their ears had already followed along.

Every class had to be given a penalty of standing on Zhu Zhu. This was like a mandatory part of every class. As for what went wrong with Zhu Zhu herself, it no longer mattered.

No one cared about Zhu Zhu either. Zhu Zhu was very thin at the time, and her classmates often gave her nicknames, "The little noodle, the little noodle, and the little noodle."

Sometimes, Zhu Zhu also wondered if it was because of the punishment segment that she had specially set up, which brought a bit of fun to her tense study life.

Although this pleasure was based on Zhu Zhu's pain, it was still worth it to attract the attention of the students.

Zhu Zhu leaned her back against the wall, letting out a cold breath. The light from the crack in the door was like that of a tropical fish swimming inside. Zhu Zhu's bright eyes stared for a long time before she suddenly felt footsteps coming from the nearby corridor.

Yes, strange footsteps.

Zhu Zhu tilted her head to look at the source of the light, slightly shaking the strands of hair on her forehead.

Unable to see clearly, Zhu Zhu squinted her eyes for a while.

At that time, when Zhu Zhu saw the person clearly, she realized that it was the teaching director. Zhu Zhu was also thinking how she could meet him whenever she wanted.

Why did they have to bump into each other at this time? Zhu Zhu's back tightened as she leaned against the wall. Her tall figure approached and sized up Zhu Zhu. "It's you again?!"

"What's your name?" Zhu Zhu saw the undisguised look of disgust in the director's eyes. Every time I come to check, it's you! "Call your parents in!"

"My parents are very busy and do not have time." Zhu Zhu said it in a low voice. When she said it, she probably forgot that she was talking to the school-age director.

Zhu Zhu might not have been provocative back then, but she simply couldn't bear to see the aged director picking a fight with her every single time.

"Little girl, you don't look big, but your tone is not small!" Do you know who you're talking to?! " The flesh on the director's face quivered and quivered with his words, and his squinting eyes were like a wriggling earthworm, moving slowly between the damp and the cold.

"Cut the crap!" Hurry up and call your parents over! "

"My parents are both out of the country. They really can't come." Zhu Zhu was speaking the truth, but the director would never believe her.

In the fifth minute, Zhu Zhu appeared in the old form teacher's office. After he had called three times, the student cut off his "Sorry, the user you dialed has turned off." This made him even more infuriated. "Don't be complacent too! If the parents can't find me, there's still the form teacher! "

When the bell rang to signal the end of class, the senior class teacher called for Zhu Zhu to take over the class. The two of them faced off against each other in the midst of the adults' politeness and the students' scolding, and there was no way to tell who would win or lose.

Zhu Zhu ended up as an outlet between the two adults.

The homeroom teacher asked Zhu Zhu to copy the text she had learned during the semester ten times. When she reached adulthood, Zhu Zhu still remembered that evening, she wrote every word in the classroom.

It seemed that the bud in Zhu Zhu's stubborn bones had long since been poured into her bones.

From the sunny morning until the students left one by one, to the moment when Zhu Zhu was the only one in the huge classroom who wrote in her own handwriting, Zhu Zhu wanted to get out of some kind of life.

Maybe sometimes, students did not study because of some lofty dream content, they just purely wanted to escape from the environment that existed.

"Study hard, work hard. As long as you can endure, you will leave this school forever."

But when you really find something, it's like a whirlpool, escaping from one ring of light and waiting for another.

For example, now, "Just bear with it. After this period of time, you won't be so poor."

In fact, you did not notice any earth-shattering changes in your life after you had endured it, so Zhu Zhu told herself not to "enjoy" her life but to "enjoy" it. Why do you have to live it as if it were an exam, there was no need to.

Although Zhu Zhu was currently holding on to a life of her own, it was still not a qualitative leap like Ye Yuni's. It was also not like Ann Qianxi's small surprises that happened every day. It could not even compare to Jia Wanrou's strange life.

But Zhu Zhu lived the life she wanted, even though it was hard.

Now, for Zhu Zhu, what she looked forward to every day was to see Ye Xuan every day.

Oh, by the way, Jia Wanrou moved out of the apartment, as I mentioned last time.

Zhu Zhu had also told Ann Qianxi that this was a normal situation. Jia Wanrou was a person who still liked those lousy love TV dramas.

He loved to gossip about celebrities and was immersed in the love story between Ye Yuni and Ann Qianxi. He was as passionate as when he was in school, when he was paying attention to whether his head teacher was wearing a fake headgear every day.

Jia Wanrou would still cry over those lousy love TV dramas and use watching "Love Apartments" as a reason to make fun of them.

"You haven't seen 'Love Apartments'? Are you still 90 years old? "

Jia Wanrou had used this phrase to ridicule Ann Qianxi and the others, not to mention Ann Qianxi, Zhu Zhu and Ye Yuni. The three of them looked at Jia Wanrou, shaking their heads and smiling meaningfully.

There was neither sarcasm nor hostility in the smile, only that the three of them were naturally divided into the same group. It was a tacit understanding between them and Jia Wanrou, who still lived in the old days, and they were already in two different worlds.

Every day, they could no longer use the description of leaving early and returning late. The description should have been as follows:

Ann Qianxi went out at nine in the morning and returned from work in the evening. She saw that the tableware in the morning was still neatly arranged on the table. After the servants finished cleaning, they arranged the bowls and chopsticks for Ann Qianxi and Ye Yuni because they were at home.