Chapter 689 My name is Zheng Yingxiong

Chapter 689 My name is Zheng Yingxiong

My name is Zheng Yingxiong.

A native of Quanzhou, Fujian.

I lied. I came to "Daocheng" just to find the smell I once smelled.

Before I came to "The End", I was sitting in the classroom of Class 1, Grade 2, shivering.

Listening to the footsteps of the head teacher approaching, my head always hung.

Not only did I not have the guts to look at her, I also didn’t have the guts to look at my deskmate.

Just as I expected, when the class teacher saw a few meal tickets lying quietly in the hole of the table, he was like Zhang Fei in the novel, and instantly became furious.

She slapped her deskmate on the face, then pulled his dirty collar to make him stand up.

"Xu Jiahua! You have a bad head!!" The teacher stretched out his hand and pointed at the temple of his deskmate, "You steal things at such a young age, and you will be a hair-cutting boy when you grow up!!"

The classmate at the table looked at the meal tickets in the teacher's hand with disbelief, and stammered: "Babei... I, I didn't steal it!"

"Speak dirty words! Speak dirty words!!" The teacher stretched out his hand and slapped his deskmate across the face, "You didn't steal it, so where did these meal tickets come from?! Your family is extremely poor, okay, steal the meal tickets. You can't even afford a three-dollar meal ticket, you deserve to be in jail! You are the last in the Xu family!"

"It's really not me!!" The deskmate was so anxious that he almost cried, "My grandma prepared lunch for me! I brought it myself!!"

He hurriedly took out a wrinkled plastic bag from the hole in the table, which contained two dry cakes. The cakes seemed to be broken, and the plastic bag was full of residue.

The classmate at the table held up the cake and said in a choked voice: "Teacher, look! I, I brought the cake. Why did I steal the cake?"

Hearing his deskmate start to quibble, the teacher raised his voice again: "You haven't done enough bad things yet!!"

Her voice was so loud that my ears were going deaf.

"I...I..." The hand holding the cake at the table kept shaking. I'm afraid he has never suffered such injustice in his life.

"Okay! There is ham in the school lunch. If you want to eat it, why don't you steal your classmate's meal ticket?" The teacher slapped the pancake at the same table to the ground, pointed at his forehead and said viciously, "You dirty ghost." ! Don’t use these things to disgust me!”

The teacher yelled at his deskmate in front of the whole class. The deskmate who used to smile playfully in front of his classmates was greatly aggrieved, but for a moment he couldn't think of how to argue.

How could he argue...? He couldn't quibble at all.

Because those meal tickets were not stolen by him, but by me.

I took advantage of the fact that no one was there during class, stole the meal tickets, and quietly put them in the hole in his desk.

The girl who lost her meal ticket found that her meal ticket was missing from the hole in her desk. The class teacher suddenly interrupted her lecture, stood up and started crying. After figuring out the reason, the class teacher asked everyone to Putting her hands behind her back, she checked everyone's desk holes and schoolbags.

As I expected, my deskmate was discovered.

The teacher scolded him very harshly, and I was shaking all over, because I knew that the person she was scolding was not Xu Jiahua, but me.

I don’t want to steal anything, and I don’t want to go to jail in the future, but I hope the school will expel my deskmate, because he is not a good person.

He would ask me for money, stab me with a pencil, and hit me with his fists if I disobeyed.

But the teacher didn't care at all. She always said, "Students should get along well with each other. Why doesn't he bully others?"

I had no choice, I didn't want to be beaten every day, and I didn't want to give him all my lunch money.

My family can't afford a meal ticket of three yuan a piece, and the money for food every day is only one yuan and fifty cents, but he keeps asking me for fifty cents every day!

Students who don’t buy meal tickets have become very annoying to the teacher. I must not be discovered this time, otherwise I will be beaten to death by the teacher.

But... I never thought that blaming someone else would feel so uncomfortable.

I lowered my head and held back tears. I thought I would be very happy when my deskmate was scolded, but I was not happy at all...

I was scared, but mostly sad.

Later I learned that stealing a classmate’s meal ticket would not result in expulsion from the school. The class teacher asked him to apologize to the girl who lost the meal ticket in front of the whole class, and then told him to stand and listen to the class for the next two days.

It seemed that my deskmate was punished, but in fact I was the one who suffered the most.

I stole something and framed it for others. When I saw my deskmate standing there carelessly, I knew that I should be the one who should be punished and the one who should apologize.

After one song arrived after class, I felt extremely heavy.

When I got home that night, my father was drunk again. He had a fight with my mother as usual, and all the plates and cups in the house were broken.

My father was lying on the sofa with his arms and legs spread out, snoring. My mother was not at home, she probably went out to play cards again.

Our house was already small, but now the floor was covered with broken pieces of plates and cups, and I couldn't even stand. I took a broom to clean up the broken glass, and then came to my room.

My room was very small. There was a bed just outside the door and a table at the foot of the bed.

Every day I would sit on the bed and do my homework. The lamp in the room was broken long ago. My parents didn't fix it, and I couldn't reach it myself. But fortunately, I had a small desk lamp.

But today my dad and mom seemed to have a bit of a quarrel. My little desk lamp also fell on the table. I picked it up and found that the light bulb had been smashed.

"ah……"

I didn't know what to do. I didn't expect that there was no bright place in the whole house where I could do my homework. Although my reading scores were not very good, if I didn't do my homework, I would be slapped by the teacher. Our teacher couldn't do anything. Well, he just has a bad temper.

I took my schoolbag to the door and sat on the steps at the door of the yard. There happened to be a street lamp here. I took out my homework book and started writing today's homework.

Fortunately... there is a street light in front of my house.

Today I am going to copy "Sima Guang Smashes the Vat". This text is really interesting and I can understand it without pinyin.

Sima Guang not only has many playmates, he will also save his playmates.

After he smashed the water tank, his parents and teachers did not blame him.

This is such a good text. I envy Sima Guang so much.

He has his own playmates and no aggressive parents or teachers.

Halfway through copying, I saw a few water spots appear on the Western Front grid book.

Is it raining?

I raised my head blankly. On a summer night, people were quarreling everywhere. Neighbors were quarreling, pigeons were quarreling, and cicadas were quarreling.

Sometimes the sky will also quarrel. The sky is like Dad. After the thunder, it will drop a few raindrops and let them shatter on the ground.

Then Sky fell into a deep sleep, and the next day it was like nothing happened.

But there was no quarrel in the sky today. There were no stars in the dark sky, only a moon that was as lonely as me.

Is the moon doing homework outside today too?

I reached out and touched my cheek, and it turned out that it was not Tian who was crying, but me who was crying.

I buried my head in my knees, trying not to make any sound, and then burst into tears.