The school bully I raised is blackened

Chapter 11

Yang Qinzhou really shocked Qiao Beiran's stinking shamelessness, how thick the cowhide is so it can withstand him bragging!Squinting his eyes up and down to look at the other party, he turned his head contemptuously, not intending to communicate with this idiot again.

"Chuck~ Are you still ashamed? Aren't you a man, come on, compare!"

Qiao Beiran obviously figured out how to tease people, and followed Yang Qinzhou up and down like fleas.

"...I thought that although you are a bit weak, you are at least a normal person with sound intelligence." Yang Qinzhou rolled his eyes and sneered, "Please tell me honestly, what is wrong with you? Can it be cured? ?”

"Yang Jizi, you are dead!!!"

When the old lady opened the courtyard door with a basket full of spoils, she saw her family's tall and burly grandson chasing the small Yang Qinzhou all over the yard, still muttering cruel words.

"Beibei, why are you bullying Xiao Zhou! Come back to me!"

"Whoever bullied him, he turned a corner and called me stupid, I can't beat him yet!"

Panting, Yang Qinzhou leaned on the wall, and when Qiao Beiran complained, he couldn't help looking at the old lady nervously.

But I didn't want to, the old lady was just slightly taken aback, and immediately smiled and said: "Then you have grown a lot, and you can hear the corners! Hahaha..."

Qiao Beiran: "..."

"What are you doing, are you still playing with your temper?" The old lady gave Qiao Beiran a sideways look, "You haven't taken all the books on the table back to your room—Xiaozhou, grandma bought ribs and fish, you call home, Let's eat at grandma's place at noon!"

"I'll go back after drawing the key points for Qiao Beiran, so I won't eat here. Grandma."

"If you want to leave, hurry up," Qiao Beiran turned his back after speaking, and continued in a bad tone, "I have to move books and tidy up again, can I get the most out of the way! Why don't you plan and leave quickly."

"I still need to focus on it? The grandma is going to cook now, but I can't make the little teacher busy for a long time and go home hungry!" The old lady loved Yang Qinzhou more and more, and smiled all over her face. "Xiaozhou, you Take Beibei to study. If he bullies you, call grandma, and grandma will show him off!"

Qiao Beiran's room was not big, with standard furnishings for adolescent boys.A smaller single bed is tightly squeezed against the wall; a half-person-length table is placed next to the window; on the entire wall next to it, basketball and animation posters are messily pasted .

"Just put... put it on the ground!" Qiao Beiran scanned the room, and dropped the hand that was pointing at the table to the ground.He didn't remember clearly, what was all this mess on the table!

"When it rains, the ground will get damp again. You put away the table, and then put the book sideways on the window sill."

"Oh," Qiao Beiran was a little embarrassed, and nodded at Yang Qinzhou stupidly.After thinking about it, I threw the things on the table onto the bed, "It's done, come here!"

"...Forget it, you find out the mathematics, physics, chemistry and Chinese of the second year of senior high school."

Yang Qinzhou had made plans on the way here. Given Qiao Beiran's grades, simple tutoring was basically hopeless, so he had to start from the basics.

Qiao Beiran stood still, staring at Yang Qinzhou with an unclear expression and said, "Are you really planning to give me tutoring? If you don't tell me, I won't tell you, who knows what you're here for."

"Why? Do you still want to be in the third year of high school?"

"...It's useless," Qiao Beiran slumped down on the chair. "I don't call for study. It doesn't recognize me, and I don't recognize it."

Yang Qinzhou inexplicably saw some obscure sadness from Qiao Beiran's indifferent gesture.

There was no voice in the room for a while, but the sound of the old lady chopping meat came from the kitchen next to the wall.Qiao Beiran's trembling legs also gradually came to a rest, and he lowered his eyes and wondered what he was thinking.

"Sets are divided into: natural number set, positive number set, positive integer set, rational number set and real number set. What are you staring at me for? Is there a word on my face?" Yang Qinzhou rolled his eyes at Qiao Beiran, and poked at the brand new page , "Look at these explanations for yourself, and I will give you some multiple-choice questions. Is there anything you don't understand..."

"Your character entry is quite fast..."

"Operate with integrity and don't waste a penny of the employer's money." Yang Qinzhou poked the page again with a "click" sound, "Boss Qiao, can we finish Chapter 1 before dinner?"

half an hour

"Qiao Beiran! Have you been swimming for two years in high school? Your mind is filled with water?!"

Qiao Beiran looked at the red "X" on the paper, half ashamed and half angry kicked on the table: "I don't want you to teach, you don't even know how to do it!"

"I—won't? Can't you see such big characters? A positive integer represents N+, there is no '0', and a '0' is called a non-negative integer!!!"

Qiao Beiran refused to admit defeat, and said with a straight neck: "Is it possible to buy vegetables after learning this? Mathematics is as long as you can count clearly, and you will soon feel it! I am not a mathematician!"

"Well, you need to buy vegetables, right?" Yang Qinzhou clenched his fists and said coldly, "Let me ask you, Xiao Ming has 100 yuan, and he bought a bottle of soda for 3 yuan, and after drinking it, he can get 5 cents back for the bottle cap. How many bottles of soda can he buy in total?"

"Hmm...does this have anything to do with gathering?"

"Assembly is to know 'number', if you don't even know 'number', what kind of number is it?"

"..." Qiao Beiran choked with old blood, lying on the floor and honestly opened the math book. After a while, he suddenly turned his head and said with bright eyes, "I think he will change to wholesale, there is no middleman Earn the difference!"

"Joe! Dreams! Flowers!"

"..." Qiao Beiran can do this, Qiao Beiran is also very desperate!Someone caught him by the pigtails, and he is still at home now. If he couldn't help but do it, his grandma might have stuck the fish cooking pot on his head!

"Maybe I can't stop talking about that!"

"I'll give you 10 minutes, and I'll finish writing the twelve questions later." Yang Qinzhou seemed to be an emotionless mathematics dictionary, and in a moment, he threw out a page of A4 paper full of single choices.

"...Cheng, don't bother me, whoever talks now is an idiot!"

Yang Qinzhou looked at Qiao Beiran's arrogant and provocative eyes, full of sympathy.I sympathize with Lao Liu, who is in the third year of high school. It is not without reason that he is bald. Whoever teaches this guy for two years, if he is not bald, he may only be bald and bald!

"Damn it, you actually have a cell phone?!"

Yang Qinzhou rolled his eyelids and glanced at him: "Idiot, you haven't been a human being for 3 minutes, you are going to rush to be an idiot?"

"...Hey, chick, it's you playing with your mobile phone that has affected me." Qiao Beiran looked like "everyone should be reasonable", but he couldn't stop glancing at the mobile phone.

Yang Qinzhou snorted coldly, pulled his legs and turned his back to the past, showing it with practical actions-reject idiots, start with me.

Qiao Bei's anger was not going well, but he could only lie on the table humming and fighting against the assembly.

The drizzle outside the window didn't know when it stopped, and the sun, covered by a layer of dark clouds, shot out ambiguous beams of light.The smell of food wafted through the air after the rain, which reminded Yang Qinzhou of his childhood home frame by frame.

At that time, the courtyard house in City A was still a place where the poor lived.Wei Ming never took Yang Wan seriously, but it's a pity that the person concerned is always ignorant.

When Yang Qinzhou was a child, he was always placed on a rocking chair by the window sill. The bored five or six-year-old could only look out with his neck up.In the morning, many uncles and aunts passing by in a hurry would pass by him, sometimes giving sweets, and sometimes just touching his little cheeks; when it was a little later in the evening, the smell of food would come from the collective kitchen, and there would always be Two horizontal dishes, the fragrant little Yang Qinzhou swallowed his saliva; in the evening, he was no longer alone, and Yang Wan would hold him and sit on a chair by the window, waiting for a person who most of them would not come back, to go home.

"Chicken, I'm done writing, please go and read!" Qiao Beiran slapped the paper in front of Yang Qinzhou, like the second senior brother who returned from fate - stupid, stupid.

Yang Qinzhou didn't say a word, just holding a pen and ticking off the questions one by one.

Qiao Beiran bumped the opponent's elbow with fake familiarity: "Hey, it's all right! I was not paying attention before."

"Then why don't you care?"

"...you force me, I have to work hard!"

"Listen."

Qiao Beiran waited for a while, but didn't listen to the other party's words, and said in surprise, "Tell me."

"I'll let you listen. Your grandma is humming a ditty." Yang Qinzhou said "100" at the end of the paper, then looked up seriously, "That's because he knows that she is very pleased that you are studying here."

After finishing speaking, he handed this simple test paper to Qiao Beiran.

Qiao Beiran dimmed in an instant like a small light bulb with a bad connection.I lowered my head and put the paper origami into the book, and then slowly said: "Actually, my grades were quite good when I was a child—probably in the second and third grades of primary school. In my grandma's room, there are still stickers. My 'Three Good Students'."

Qiao Beiran didn't want Yang Qinzhou to respond, so she sat on the chair and said to herself: "Later, something happened to my family and I couldn't get in. I discovered at that time that as soon as I was asked by my parents, Ms. Zhao Yan would Come back and beat me up."

Qiao Beiran has been a very face-saving person since he was a child. When he figured out that he can see his mother when he finds his parents, he is even more unwilling to study hard. He began to focus on flirting with cats and dogs for 500 years.

Although he will be beaten badly, but if his mother can come back, then he is no longer the poor child who "runs away with his father dead" as others sympathize with him.

"Later, no matter how much I was asked for my parents, she never came back." Qiao Beiran bared her big white teeth and smiled to herself, "She is pregnant with a little brother, and the son is not irreplaceable. But then I was already in the second year of middle school... How did I know that middle school textbooks are so difficult! Especially math, tm, I just saw the teacher spit in one class.

For the table under the podium, after two consecutive sessions, it was like having your hair washed! "

The imagery was so powerful that Yang Qinzhou's own brain was so disgusted that he quickly withdrew his hand that was about to touch Qiao Beiran's shoulder.

Qiao Beiran was unaware of this, shook his head, turned over and jumped out from the bed: "If we don't go out, my grandma will hit us on the head with a spatula!"

"Hey, Qiao Menghua!" Yang Qinzhou hooked the corner of his mouth,

"I haven't said yet—welcome you to join us in the second year of high school (first)."

The author has something to say: Yang Qinzhou: Whenever the night is quiet, I will quietly count the hair that falls all over the floor! ! !

【announcement】

Before this chapter, I rewrote everything, and the difference is quite big.The main plot remains unchanged. If you find that you can't connect, you can return to the 9/10 chapters.

— Nicola Egg