Chapter 12: Female Classmates

For a period of time afterwards, my mother did not mention what happened that night again. She seemed to have forgotten the mistakes I had made. She still cooked for me every day and asked me about my studies from time to time. I could only pretend to be a good child and behaved very honestly.

My mother became more defensive against me. Once she got home, she would change into thick and tight home clothes, and the door would be locked at any time. She even did not forget to lock it when she went out.

This made me very depressed and regretful, and at the same time I doubted my life. My mother had been accommodating and doting on me enough, but I had unforgivable thoughts about her. The two negative thoughts kept turning in my mind and could not be shaken off.

During the math class that day, Teacher Wang selected four students to go to the stage to write questions, including me, Zhang Tao and Wang Xinran. Mathematics was my strong point, and I quickly wrote the answers. I was about to return to my seat when I saw Wang Xinran on the side at a loss. Because she could not write the answer, she was so anxious that she was about to cry.

I immediately understood that as a study committee member, Wang Xinran must set an example in all aspects. If she couldn’t write the answer at this moment, the delicate and fragile heart of the little girl would definitely not be able to accept it.

I felt a little soft-hearted. Taking advantage of the gap when Teacher Wang was patrolling in the corridor, I whispered the answer to her. The little girl immediately changed from crying to laughing and gave me a thankful smile.

“Brother Yu ... Brother Yu”

I looked in the direction of the voice, and Zhang Tao on the other side called out cautiously. He pointed to the blackboard with his finger, and it seemed that he couldn’t do it either.

Since the four of us had different questions, I had to step back and plagiarize the question in front of Zhang Tao. After calculating the answer, I told him while guarding Teacher Wang.

“Three times the square root of three.”

I gestured and whispered, but Zhang Tao seemed to not hear clearly, waved his hand, and whispered:

“What did you say?”

I cleared my throat, trying not to let Teacher Wang hear,

“Three times the square root of three!”

“Fang Xiaoyu, Zhang Tao!”

I turned around and found that Teacher Wang was scolding us with a serious face.

“All right, stop writing!”

Teacher Wang came to the podium from the aisle with his eyes wide open, glanced at the answers of the four of us, then supported his hands on the podium and praised:

“Not bad, Wang Xinran performed very well, and he was able to get such a difficult question right.”

Wang Xinran’s fair face was slightly red, a little embarrassed, and then Teacher Wang glared at me and Zhang Tao and said:

“Fang Xiaoyu, although you got it right, this question is a regular question. Don’t be complacent, keep working hard, okay?”

I Nodding his head to show his agreement, Teacher Wang turned around and said:

“This question is also difficult for Li An. I understand that you can’t do it, but you still need to work harder next time.”

Finally, Teacher Wang glanced at the trembling Zhang Tao, and suddenly his voice became heavier, and he shouted:

“Zhang Tao! You can’t even answer such a simple question, and you still ask others. You have read the book by heart, right? Go to the back and stand!”

Zhang Tao was criticized, and he looked at me with his hands folded and walked to the back of the classroom to stand. I made a sympathetic expression.

“Everyone else go back to your seats.”

As soon as I sat on the stool, Wang Xinran passed by me, her face flushed, and she whispered “thank you” and ran away at an accelerated speed.

I didn’t care. I helped her purely for the sake of our classmate relationship. I hope she doesn’t think too much.

However, it was impossible for the young girl who liked me not to think too much when she encountered such a thing. Just after my evening self-study, I was arguing with my deskmate Zhang Tao about who was more beautiful, Liu Yifei or Yang Mi, when Wang Xinran came to me and stammered. Zhang Tao saw this, and after a long pause, he patted my shoulder and then made an expression of “Brother, I understand you” and left the classroom with his schoolbag. I couldn’t stand this awkward atmosphere and said: “What’s the matter?” The little girl looked at me shyly, pinched her hands hard, and said with courage: “Can you take me back to the dormitory?” I wanted to refuse, after all, I would be criticized by my mother if I came home late, and I found that the little girl was still quite pure and cute, with her hair combed into a standard air bangs, her eyes full of spring, a small nose and a small mouth, and her developing chest pushed the school uniform up a small but upturned degree. It can be said that she is a standard beautiful girl. Even though this is not my type, my type is like my mother, but I know in my heart that nothing can happen between my mother and me. Recently, I have been doubting my orientation from time to time. It would be nice if I could try not to covet my mother’s body and like young girls instead.