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Chapter 193 "Ren Yuan Ren Huo" Part [-]

(Part of the content of this story comes from a chat with my grandma, and the settings are all nonsense. In order to make the story look more full, add enough sense of involvement and the necessary twists. Any similarities are purely coincidental.)
My name is Jock, and I just received the news that the old man at home is critically ill.

I know the phone number very well, but I can't remember whose number it is.

The person on the other end of the phone called himself a doctor and asked me to come to No. 1 Civil Hospital as soon as possible to sign.

I was stunned for a moment and remembered that this number came from my grandma.

I was raised by my grandparents in a single-parent family.

But this child should only look like a newborn to four or five years old.

Before I was seven years old, I had almost no memory.

When I was a child, my grandfather passed away early, and my grandma was always in poor health.

I was almost entirely separated between kindergarten and school.

In kindergarten, none of this was a problem.

But in elementary school, it becomes difficult to provide full care.

Every time the class teacher changes, a phone number will be left between the class teachers.

This phone number is exactly my grandma's. After calling her, my grandma will tell the class teacher about the full care.

I don't know the content of the call, but my grandma must have a way of making it almost impossible to say no.

Because all I know is that my grandma is ill all over and is in hospital and cannot take care of me.If the head teacher doesn't help take care of me, I will really be helpless.

From my perspective, I have normal classes with my classmates during the day, and I will stay in the classroom to do homework after school.

When the class teacher comes to the classroom after get off work and takes me home, this is what grandma must convey to the class teacher every time she changes.

From elementary school to junior high school graduation, I changed my class teacher three times.

Both are Chinese teachers and one is a physical education teacher.

I've spent some time in their homes.

I lived on campus completely until high school and learned to be independent in college.

I know that most people spend the most time at home, at least not less than at school.

And I spend the most time at school, and the time I spend at home is not as much as the time I spend in the school toilet.

My grades are not bad because in this environment I have nothing else to do except study.

In addition, my head teacher was my temporary parent, so my studies were naturally the best in Chinese.Other academic performance is certainly not bad, but it is very depressing.

Later, when it was not enough, I switched to junior high school where the physical education teacher was the class teacher for three years.

In fact, it was my happiest time. There were no dormitories in the junior high school.

The physical education teacher’s surname is Pang.

Yes, everyone likes to call him Dahai.

Pang Panghai is the teacher's full name, unlike the other two Chinese teachers who have their own families.

Teacher Dahai is a bachelor and has all the characteristics of a bachelor.

The single dormitory distributed by the school became the home of my teacher and me.

When Teacher Dahai learned about this, he didn't agree very much, but after thinking about it again and again.

Teacher Dahai moved the single bed from the school teacher's dormitory and bought a double bed from somewhere.

Dahai and I moved into the single dormitory prepared for him by the school. I slept on the upper bunk while Dahai slept on the lower bunk.

When I grew up, I realized that if a teacher wants to teach a course well, he needs to prepare lessons.

And physical education teachers don’t need to prepare lessons, I can see this.

Dahai's classes only include free activities and exams.

After you finish the exam here, you will be asked to move around freely over there.

And I am a little different.

I started doing homework in the classroom after school, and then the teacher took me home.

After that, I finished writing it myself and then wandered back to the dormitory.

My classmates who were on duty every day were very puzzled as to why I always stayed in school to do my homework. I used up almost all my excuses.

Fortunately, there are a lot of homework in junior high school, and it gets dark every time I finish.

You can go to bed when you go back, but you will be caught by the PE teacher watching TV together.

The first time I drank alcohol was in the dormitory, and the first time I smoked was in the dormitory.

But I really can't stand the smell of smoke.

As for wine, it’s really a good thing.

When I was in junior high school, I didn't know what other students were like.

I always couldn't sleep during exams and always had something on my mind.I have no parents, so I can only tell Dahai about these things.

Dahai always smiled and took out two bottles of beer and asked me and him to drink them all.

It worked, but Dahai never let me talk about him teaching me to drink.

He hid all the wine in the dormitory, although no teacher would ever check the teacher's dormitory.

But every time he hid it very well. The empty bottles and wine bottles would be placed separately and difficult to see at a glance.

I still remember the first time I drank baijiu in Dahai’s dormitory. It was really too strong.

My first reaction to baijiu was when I came to the hospital. I don’t know why I always think that baijiu and hospital disinfectant have the same taste.

Teacher Dahai is not an alcoholic, but he always likes to eat endlessly while watching TV.

I would drink when eating snacks, which once made me want to be a physical education teacher when I grow up.

My head grew slowly, and after I finished growing, I started to gain weight.

When I started my third year of junior high school, I grew to 1.8 meters.

Then the weight came to [-].

Teacher Dahai panicked and moved me from the upper bunk to the lower bunk.

Teacher Dahai changed positions with me because I couldn't stretch my legs, but I always felt that he was afraid that I would collapse the upper bunk bed.

After changing bunk beds, the physical education teacher also showed his true nature.

During the exam, he obsessed over my sports and asked me to run laps at every turn.

I don’t know why, but I didn’t start to grow taller after leaving the sea.

The height stayed at 1.8 meters. Of course, these are things for later.

As a side note, Teacher Dahai never became fat no matter how much he ate.

As I mentioned before, I have been doing homework in the classroom after school.

The students on duty were skeptical at first, but later discovered the secret that I lived in Teacher Dahai’s dormitory.

Then I got another private job.

I have never received lucky money since I was a child, but this is the first time I have experienced the feeling of having money on hand.

My private job is five yuan a person, helping students secretly correct their grades.

Of course, this result is limited to sports.

For physical education exams, the teacher will write the results in a form.

With a pencil, I remember to change the person's name.

When Dahai fell asleep, he secretly took a pencil and eraser to correct his grades.

At first, this business was only in my class, but later it gradually became a school-wide business.

Three age groups in junior high school.There are only three physical education teachers in thirty classes.

I alone corrected the grades of almost [-]% of the students in Dahai's ten classes. I am glad that I was not discovered.

Now that I think about it, I still giggle every three years of junior high school.

I didn’t have a mobile phone in junior high school. My first mobile phone was bought with my own money during the summer vacation in high school.

So I didn’t leave Teacher Dahai’s phone number, and I didn’t even have a QQ number at that time.So I didn’t leave any group of classmates from junior high school, and I completely lost contact with Dahai.

When I grew up, I also tried to find Dahai, but Dahai no longer taught in junior high schools.The phone number left behind also became empty.

From high school to college, I was no different from other students.

But the whole bad habit in the dormitory was taught to me.

I gave almost all of what the sea taught me to the entire dormitory.

After college, I found a good job.

Living in the company dormitory, there is almost no news from home.

I mentioned before that after graduating from junior high school, I lost my contact information with Dahai.

But one day after Dahai and I left, Dahai left me my grandma’s phone number.

Dahai said that this number would have to be given to another head teacher if he changed it. He was very lucky that this number had never been changed in his hands.Now that he has given the number to me, I will be the last person to save it.

I remember this number, and my only impression of my grandma is a series of phone calls.

Previously, due to rogue software on Android phones, address book messages would be read.

I have developed the habit of not saving contact names, only numbers.

At this moment, the doctor on the other end hung up the phone.

Looking at the number, all these dusty memories came back to my mind.

(End of this chapter)