The Monster I Was Redeemed

Chapter 2 Freshmen Registration

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For breakfast's sake.

Ye Qing just hammered Ai Liang's shoulder, and didn't care about his comparing herself to a pastoral dog.

Ai Liang, an old balancer.

Always be able to use words to accurately press the degree of favorability of others towards oneself on a fixed level.

This is a skill realized from Yang Xingyue.

Although the skills that I realized in the past failed to be used on the person concerned, it is still very easy to use for other people.

After helping someone, pretend to be unconscious and mock others.

In junior high school, Ai Liang relied on this method to maintain a unique position in the class.

I can talk to anyone, but I don't have someone who has a deep friendship. When encountering good things, others will not think of him, but bad things will not fall on my own head.

This is Ai Liang's ideal life.

It's just that this state didn't last long, and it was messed up by Yue Qihua and others...

After locking the door and going downstairs, Ai Liang and Ye Qing came to the bus stop opposite the residential building.

Ye Qing sat on the bench and murmured, "The delivery car was delayed yesterday, and it arrived just in time for my work. Aunt Wang asked for leave yesterday, and it turned out that I moved a whole truck of goods by myself. Tired people to death."

She yawned from time to time, her face was very tired, and she kneaded her shoulders back and forth with her hands.

A person with great strength and physical strength does not mean that he will not be tired.

Even if a strong man weighing more than 200 jin goes to the construction site to move bricks for one day, he will feel tired the next day.

Ai Liang sat on the bench and looked at the direction of the bus: "Won't you call the warehouse staff?"

"...Well, it's quite complicated."

Ye Qing sighed with some confusion: "Although I am not in charge of the warehouse, everyone in the supermarket usually takes good care of me. I can't let people put things where and leave by myself."

"Just wait for Aunt Wang to go to work today.

Ai Liang took out her phone to read the morning news.

"Aunt Wang's son was in a car accident, and I heard that he was cut with two cuts of more than 20 centimeters."

There was a trace of helplessness in Ye Qing's eyes: "Aunt Wang's family moved here from another place, and the family conditions are not very good. When her son had a car accident, her daughter-in-law was still at work, so she had to let this mother go to the hospital to take care of her son."

"Yesterday when her daughter-in-law called, I was listening, and the first thing she said was to complain: There was a car accident, who will pick up the child from the cram school?

I can still get into a car accident while walking, and I don't know how to walk. I still have something to do here, you can figure it out for yourself first. "

Speaking of this, Ye Qing felt very uncomfortable.

Ai Liang didn't reply, but silently flipped through today's news.

"When there is something in the warehouse that needs to be dealt with, Aunt Wang will always leave a copy for me. She takes care of me so much, I can't just walk away and leave the mess to her. That's why I moved the goods all night last night. .”

"Since you want to do it yourself, there is nothing to complain about. Even if you tell me the scene at that time, I can't imagine it."

Ai Liang interrupted abruptly.

Boom!

Ye Qing hammered Ai Liang's shoulder hard: "Why is your focus always so strange!"

She poked Ai Liang's arm with her fingertips angrily: "Faced with this kind of thing, don't you have anything to say?"

Ai Liang flicked his shirt, but didn't express anything.

"What do you want me to say, don't ordinary people come here like this? My opinion has no meaning to the person involved."

The vast majority of people only care about the tragedy they see in front of them, and as long as the tragedy leaves their sight, they will forget it after a while.

The same is true for Ai Liang, he doesn't even care much about the tragedy in front of him.

He wanted to get back his feelings through feelings of kindness, and he didn't want to watch twenty-four episodes of a family ethics drama.

If you insist on giving advice... Anyway, I have no feelings, so let's leave.

"...Forget it, I shouldn't discuss this kind of topic with you, it's like a philosophical debate."

Ye Qing turned her head to look at Malu: "Hey, don't look at your phone, the bus is coming."

"knew."

Ai Liang put away her mobile phone, and boarded the bus with the novel and notice in her arms.

Ten minutes later, the two got off the car near the school.

Qianhua Experimental Middle School occupies a very large area, even larger than some third-rate universities.

There are as many as ten teaching buildings and student dormitories alone.

There are two dormitory buildings for each grade, one teaching building, and the remaining one is the teacher's dormitory.

In addition, there are two restaurants, one in front and one in the back, two supermarkets, a laboratory building, a comprehensive office building, and a four-story community building near the comprehensive office building.

Opposite the main entrance of the school is a super-large plastic playground, which has an indoor basketball court, an outdoor basketball court, and a huge gymnasium.

And next to each teaching building, there is a large garden for relaxation.

There are statues of sages standing in the grass of the garden, and famous sayings and aphorisms are engraved on the base. These are standard equipment of the school and need not be repeated.

Ye Qing was very curious about everything about Experimental Middle School.

Along the way, Ye Qing glanced east and touched west.

Finally, under Ai Liang's reminder, he reluctantly returned to the notice board.

"We will stay here for three years, and we will have plenty of time to learn about this school in the future."

Ai Liang carried the notice and the novel between them, and looked for the place responsible for the registration of freshmen on the notice board.

Ye Qing quibbled: "I'm getting familiar with the campus. The school is so big, what if I get lost in the future?"

"There is a teacher leading the way in class. If you go to the cafeteria at mealtime and follow others, how could you get lost?" Ai Liang replied.

The two chatted while walking, and soon came to the freshman registration office.

Although it was stated in the notice that reports could be made in advance, there was no one in the report office except for a canopy and two sets of tables and chairs.

It seems that the school is not ready yet.

Ye Qing touched her hair, feeling a little annoyed.

"We seem to have come a bit early? We should have slept a little longer if we had known."

But I've come here, so I can't just run home and continue to sleep in the cage just because there is no one at the reception desk for freshmen.

Ye Qing looked into the distance, pointed to the teaching building not far away and said, "Why don't we go to the teaching building and ask someone? The third year of high school starts early, there should be teachers there."

The teaching building for freshmen is the innermost one, the one in the middle is the sophomore, and the one closest to the cafeteria and the school gate is the third.

When the two of them passed by the teaching building of the third year of high school, they saw someone endorsing books in the classroom.

Ai Liang glanced at the desks and chairs at the freshman registration office: "No, the person in charge should just leave for a while and will be back soon."

"How do you know?" Ye Qing asked suspiciously.

"There are drops of water on the table."

Ai Liang pointed to the water stains on the table: "It's been sunny recently, and the temperature is very high, so the water stains won't last long."

As Ai Liang expected, the two waited for a while at the freshman registration office. Not long after, a middle-aged teacher came over with a handbag in his right hand and a thermos in his left.

"Are you freshmen? Have you come here so early?"

The middle-aged teacher has no airs of a teacher at all. When talking to Ai Liang and Ye Qing, it seems that he is talking to his peers, very easy-going.

Ye Qing took a step forward and said with a smile: "Yes, I have been fascinated by the Experimental Middle School for a long time, so I saw the notice saying that I can report in advance, so I hurried over here."

Ai Liang looked at Ye Qing with contempt.

‘No, you think there are too many people to report in September, and what you have been looking forward to for a long time is not a school but a scholarship. '

"You are only interested in the first few days of school, and you will probably turn the school into a prison in half a year." The teacher in charge of the freshman report joked with a smile.

"Isn't our school pursuing loose education? I heard that there is no self-study in the morning and evening."

Ye Qing asked curiously.

"Loose education is true, but the school is essentially a place to talk about grades. There is no early self-study. If you don't want to go to evening self-study, you have to show your grades."

The teacher took a look at the notices from the two of them: "Are you both in key classes?"

"That's right, the key class should not have evening self-study, right?"

With her hands behind her back, Ye Qing asked with a smile.

Who knew that the reception teacher was not surprised, but instead looked at the two with pity: "Key class, then you won't be able to escape this evening's self-study."

"Why?"

Ye Qing raised her embroidered eyebrows, her eyes were full of doubts.

The reception teacher made a fool of himself: "After school starts, your class teacher will talk about it during the class meeting, and you will understand when the time comes."

After finishing speaking, she took out two leaflets from her handbag and handed them to them.

"This is our school's building distribution map and a brief introduction to the facilities. The location of each building is marked on it. Now you can go to the automatic card issuing machine in the complex building to get your student card in advance.

The canteens and supermarkets on campus can only pay by swiping student cards. If you do it now, you can go directly to the supermarket to buy school supplies on September 1st.

It doesn't matter if you don't do it. At the end of August, your head teacher will help you handle it, and then distribute it uniformly during the class meeting. "

"Thank you, teacher."

Ye Qing took the leaflet and handed it to Ai Liang: "That automatic card issuing machine? How do I use it?"

"It's very simple, just insert the citizenship card and enter the number on the notice."

"Oh, I see, thank you teacher."

Ye Qing nodded her thanks, and then pulled Ai Liang to go to the complex building.

The reception teacher said with a smile: "Well, if there is anything you don't understand, you can come and ask me again. Anyway, there are no people in the school now."

Ye Qing waved to the reception teacher: "Okay, goodbye teacher!"

Ai Liang bowed slightly, but did not speak.

………………

"The teachers in the experimental middle school are different, much better than our junior high school."

Holding the leaflet, Ye Qing chatted with Ai Liang while looking for the complex.

As the saying goes, people are more dead than others, and goods are thrown away. Recalling the embarrassing situation when reporting in junior high school, Ye Qing couldn't help but sigh.

"I remember when I went to the school to report in junior high school, the reception teacher knew how to yell, asked him questions and pulled a stinky face, his mouth seemed to be filled with gunpowder, and he spoke very aggressively."

"However, fortunately, our head teacher is a good and responsible teacher. He is very responsible for the students. He often gives examples and goes off topic during lectures, and tells us stories about a class at every turn... How is your junior high school teacher's personality? "

Ye Qing threw the question to Ai Liang while talking.

Ai Liang stared at the leaflet in her hand without raising her head: "My junior high school teacher?"

"Hmm, what kind of person is your junior high school head teacher?" Ye Qing blinked her eyes and looked at Ai Liang very curiously.

"Him? He's a scumbag."

Ai Liang summed up her impression of the class teacher in one short sentence.