Chapter 101: Math Teacher

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  In the blink of an eye, three years have passed and it is now 1987. Song Jie has become a junior high school student. Last summer, she was admitted to the famous Experimental Secondary School nearby, and now she is a 13-year-old girl.

  At this time, she was already 1.6 meters tall, and the pigtails of her childhood had long since turned into a ponytail. Once spread out, it was as black and dense as seaweed, shimmering with a faint blue light, making people unable to help but want to reach out and touch it.

  The chubby cheeks of her childhood had long since disappeared, replaced by a sharp chin that was as thin as a knife. On her small melon-shaped face were a pair of big eyes that seemed to be speaking, shining brightly like they were about to overflow with water. Not to mention the skin that had been nourished by the spiritual spring in space, which could rival that of her younger brother Hu Yue.

  Song Jie at first glance was just average in appearance, but the more you looked at her, the more flavor she had, and the more you looked at her, the more you could see that she was a type of person who got better with time. Especially the two small dimples on either side of her cheeks added to her charm. At this point, she already had the elegant demeanor of a young girl, and among her classmates, she was quite eye-catching.

  "Song Jie, why haven't you gone in yet? Class is about to start." The speaker was a handsome young man who was almost 1.7 meters tall, with long legs and narrow eyes, and a few strands of hair on his forehead that blocked his vision. Due to running hastily, he was still sweating profusely on his head and breathing slightly heavily.

  Song Jie looked up at Zhang Yang, who was now taller than her, and smiled slightly.

  Since then, Zhang Yang not only didn't get rid of his gluttonous habit but also enrolled in a martial arts class and started to love sports. Due to the influence of puberty, he grew taller rapidly and all the fat on his body disappeared, turning him into the new campus heartthrob of Class 2.

  The two have been deskmates since they were in the same class, and even more so when they entered junior high school. Since both of their academic performances are among the top few, the teacher turned a blind eye to it.

  "Isn't it time for you to go now? Hurry up, or the teacher will scold again."

  The two of them walked in a hurry into the classroom side by side.

  Every time the two of them walk into the classroom together, they always attract whispers and subtle teasing. Nowadays, kids have reached an age where they know the difference between boys and girls, and they pay more attention to the opposite sex. Even teachers are on high alert against their classmates.

  Song Jie and Zhang Yang often went to and from school together, and some people had already secretly regarded them as a couple. Song Jie thought it was completely unnecessary. Zhang Yang was still the little fatty he used to be, and hadn't matured at all.

  Zhang Yang himself was also confused and heard someone teasing him just smiled and ignored it.

  "Classmates, turn your history textbooks to page 118. Last time we got to..." The history teacher on the stage began his lesson.

  After entering junior high school, various courses began to increase and became more rigorous than in elementary school. The seating arrangement in the class was also based on grades, with good students sitting in the front and poor students sitting in the back. There were also obvious grade distinctions, and there were various small groups within the class.

  Song Jie was very bored in class. She had almost memorized the entire history textbook, so she didn't need to listen to this type of course that required memorization anymore.

  Put all the books on the table, and as soon as you lower your head, you will be completely blocked by yourself. Song Jie took out a new medical book he had recently exchanged from under the desk and started reading it. No one would dislike having more knowledge.

  The history teacher was also a veteran and turned a blind eye to this behavior, pretending not to see it. After all, she wasn't the main subject teacher. As long as the grades were good, other things didn't matter much.

  Zhang Yang, on the other hand, bowed his head and studied diligently. He didn't have Song Jie's brains, so he could only reluctantly listen carefully.

  The next class was math teacher's class, she is over 40 years old and is recognized as the most strict teacher in the grade. Song Jie secretly suspected that she might be having menopause and her temper was too explosive.

  Every time the math teacher's class, she would wear a black suit with a white shirt inside. Her hair was always tied up, looking very neat and tidy.

  As long as a classmate can't answer her question, she will spit out poisonous words and criticize you to the point where it seems that not answering this question correctly is equivalent to betraying the people and the party.

  So as long as they are in her class, all the students will listen carefully, even if they stare blankly at the blackboard with their eyes open, they dare not make some small movements under the table.

  The classroom was quiet. Only the math teacher's high-pitched voice echoed around, although the approaching noon environment made people drowsy. However, no classmate dared to really fall asleep.

  Song Jie didn't lose focus either, she was also very aware of the situation. It's just that she felt like today's math teacher seemed a bit off, he only lectured for over ten minutes before letting the students do exercises on their own, and then he sat at the front desk staring blankly at his textbook.

  This has never happened before. Although the math teacher is usually very strict, he is also very serious about teaching classes and this kind of situation has never occurred before. Something else must have happened.

  Song Jie thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what was going on, so she stopped daydreaming and focused on doing her homework seriously.

  "Ding ding ding" the bell rang, signaling the end of class. The 45-minute lesson had passed quickly, and all the classmates were packing up their things and rushing home because it was time for lunch.

  Song Jie and Zhang Yang moved slowly, since they entered the second middle school, although not far from home, but the time for lunch was obviously not enough, the two usually took money to eat outside.

  "Let's go."

  Song Jie and Zhang Yang walked out together, everyone in the class had left, leaving only the two of them.

  "What's for dinner today?" Song Jie asked casually.

  "Whatever you say." Zhang Yang always said the same thing.

  Song Jie rolled her eyes and knew it was going to be like this. As she walked, she looked around everywhere, after a morning of studying, her eyes were tired and sour, looking around to relieve eye fatigue.

  As she walked to the gate, Song Jie stopped in her tracks. She saw her math teacher talking to someone under a big tree beside him, and her math teacher followed that person with a worried face.

  Song Jie's curiosity was piqued. Why did the math teacher seem distracted this morning? She thought that if she followed him, she would definitely find out the answer.

  "Let's go and take a look."

  Zhang Yang had already followed her line of sight and saw the shadow of their math teacher.

  "Alright." Zhang Yang didn't object, he immediately understood Song Jie's intention. He was no longer the little kid who could be fooled by a lollipop, but had become extremely astute.

  Song Jie often sighed, this is what people often say that great talents mature late, the gene suddenly mutated, making it hard for her to find an excuse to bully others.

  Two people secretly followed the math teacher, thinking they were being very stealthy. If the math teacher hadn't been so preoccupied, he probably would have discovered their tracks a long time ago.

  The math teacher didn't walk very far, turning at three intersections before arriving at the entrance of People's Hospital.

  Song Jie and Zhang Yang exchanged a glance, probably because there was someone ill at home.

  Following the math teacher into the hospital, I saw her walk straight up to the second floor and turn into a ward with the people who came with her.

  The two of them hastily stuck close to the door and eavesdropped from outside. All they could hear was a child's voice inside, along with the sound of someone coaxing the kid.

  Is it the child of a math teacher? But that kid is too young. Song Jie simply had an habitual way of thinking and forgot about the fertility of this era. Even with family planning, having only one child is still rare.

  After hearing the noise of the child, both were ready to retreat. Suddenly, a series of footsteps came from inside, and it seemed that someone was coming out. The two quickly found a corner to hide in.

  The math teacher and the woman who was with her walked out, closing the door tightly behind them. The math teacher sat down heavily on a nearby bench, covering her head with both hands.

  "Sumei, you have to think of a way soon, the child's illness is getting more and more serious. If we don't hurry up with the operation, the hope for recovery will become smaller and smaller." Wang Sumei is the name of the math teacher.

  "I know, I've tried everything. I've borrowed all the money I can, even from my child's father, but it's still not enough." Wang Su-mei's eyes were red-rimmed, but she bit her lip tightly to prevent her children from hearing her cry.

  "What's to be done? Little Qi is such a well-behaved child, how did he end up with this illness? Can't we borrow a bit more from Li Qiang? After all, it's his own flesh and blood, bone connected to tendon, can't he really not care?"

  "Mom, don't say that. He divorced me because of Xiaochi's illness in the first place, now he can't even hide from me, how could he possibly lend me money? Besides, he's remarried, it's even more impossible for him to lend me money." Wang Sumei was at her wit's end.

  "What can be done? Are we just going to watch as the child gets worse and worse?"

  "I... I'd sell all our pots and pans if it means getting Little Qi treated. Why don't we just sell the house and rent a place to live? It's just that you've had a hard life, Mom. At your age, you haven't enjoyed any good fortune with me, only suffered."

  Queen Mother was generous: "What are you talking about, I only have one daughter, if I don't care about you, who will? Sell the house then. At first, I thought that when Xia Qi recovered, there would still be a place to shelter from the wind and rain, but it didn't work out after all. And I don't know if the money from selling the house is enough..."

  "Let's sell it first, there's no other way. Xiao Qi has been weak and sickly since childhood, if we don't treat him this time, I'm afraid there will be no hope left." Wang Su Mei's words were filled with a resolute determination.

  "Alright, have it your way." Queen Mother had no choice either, all because of the lack of money.

  Song Jie quietly pulled at Zhang Yang's hem, and the two of them quietly went downstairs from the corner staircase.

  "I didn't think math teacher would be so difficult, if it wasn't for something urgent, I really couldn't see it." Song Jie said with a sigh.

  "Alright, I still don't know about you. Let's take another look this afternoon after school." Zhang Yang had long known that Song Jie had softened up.