You are my wife, don't doubt it!

……

Snapped--

A drop of water fell on the graph paper, spreading it and making the surrounding words blurry.

At the same time, the glass drop that was originally held tightly suddenly exploded and shattered into powder.

There were footsteps coming up the stairs outside the door, getting closer and closer.

Xiao Yao wiped his eyes, hurriedly poured the glass powder back into the velvet bag, tied it up tightly, put the composition back to its original place, locked the photo album again, and put the photo album back on the bookshelf.

The door opened and the lights came on.

Then came the girl's exclamation.

"Why didn't you turn on the light when you came?!" Shen Tianyun walked into the house with wet hair: "Who are you trying to scare to death?!"

"I've just brought this to you. Just put it down and leave." Xiao Yao pointed at the machine on the table and tried to steady his breathing.

"Oh, it's okay, I don't need it at night." Shen Tianyun took a hair dryer and pressed the plug into the power strip.

"Then, I'll go back first. You go to bed early." Xiao Yao scratched his head: "Um, don't hang that ice glass bead there. It's easy to break."

"It's okay. Even the Tear of Rubeus gun can't break it. My father taught me this." Shen Tianyun picked up the machine, held the glass drop to the light, and looked at it in a trance.

--split line--

That night, Xiao Yao didn't sleep well. He kept thinking over and over about what the essay meant.

He wanted to get up, kick open the closet door, pull Shen Tianyun up, and torture her to find out where her father had gone.

However, when he thought of the "Tear of Rubeus" that he had broken, he didn't know where to start.

It wasn't until Monday morning that Xiao Yao realized that he hadn't written a single word of his weekend homework.

Not only that, he even left his bike at school on Friday instead of riding it home.

Although the distance was only a few kilometers, Xiao Yao was still late after running there.

Then, because I forgot to wear my school badge, the student union cadres at the door took note of my name.

It was a sunny day today, and the morning sun covered half of the corridor, but it did not make Xiao Yao's mood any brighter.

This was especially true when he saw his head teacher standing at the door of the morning reading classroom with his arms crossed and a serious look on his face.

The head teacher, Mr. Yao, is in his early thirties and was transferred from another high school. He is said to be the youngest special teacher in the past thirty years. Logically speaking, a teacher of his level should be teaching the senior high school graduating class. For some reason, the school arranged for him to teach Xiao Yao's class, which had very average grades.

Despite this, this person still showed admirable work enthusiasm and noble professional ethics, one of the hallmarks of which was that he never abandoned or gave up on Xiao Yao.

Following behind Teacher Yao, looking at his sparse hair that was not in line with his age, Xiao Yao would occasionally feel guilty. But usually, after the reprimand was over, this feeling would disappear.

"Hey, the great talent is here?" As soon as Xiao Yao entered the office with Teacher Yao, Teacher Yuan, who taught Chinese, greeted him happily: "When can you read your new work to me?"

This is not to tease him: Teacher Yuan really admires Xiao Yao.

"Teacher Yuan, please stop praising him," Teacher Yao sighed, "These days, if a person is only good at writing, with only a high school diploma, he will be buried in the society. It's such a pity."

Teacher Yuan and Xiao Yao exchanged glances and said nothing more. Teacher Yao returned to her workstation and began to correct math homework.

Xiao Yao stood there bored for ten minutes, and finally couldn't help it: "Teacher Yao."

……

"Teacher Yao?!"

"What's the matter?" the short bronze-skinned man responded in a muffled voice.

"Didn't you ask me to come?" Xiao Yao held his forehead with his hand.

"Are you wrong?" Teacher Yao still didn't look up.

"Wrong, wrong." Xiao Yao answered simply.

"What's wrong?"

"I overslept this morning." Xiao Yao said.

"What else?" Obviously, it's not that easy to get away with it.

"I left a little early on Friday." Xiao Yao asked tentatively.

"anything else?"

"And...did you forget to do your homework this weekend?"

Teacher Yao slammed her pen on the table. "Did you forget to do it this weekend? How many days have you not handed in your homework?"

"How many days?" Xiao Yao scratched his head. He really didn't know.

"Twenty days! The last time you handed in your homework was twenty days ago!" Teacher Yao said with great sorrow.

"Uh, I'll go make it up. I'll go make it up."

"Wait till you finish your homework, and then treat me to a full moon drink?" Teacher Yao sighed and pushed a piece of paper over: "Fill it out."

"Ah, do you have to fill out another violation form?"

"Don't worry," Teacher Yao comforted gently, "The violation form will not be entered into the file. This is your second violation form. When you fill out the third one, the school will punish you."

"I really know I was wrong," Xiao Yao begged for mercy, "I will definitely make up for it, just... don't fill it in anymore."

"No! No!" Teacher Yao said in a tone that left no room for compromise: "Also, the final exam is next month, did you know that?"

"know."

"Do you know that this semester is the second semester?"

"……know."

"If you fail more than three subjects, you will be held back. Do you understand?"

"I know...I don't know!"

Who are you trying to scare? Haven’t you heard of anyone repeating a grade in high school?

"You really didn't listen during the grade meeting," Teacher Yao sighed, "The school just decided this last week."

You guys are coming here just for me!

"Three, three doors?" Xiao Yao protested, "This is too outrageous."

Among the nine subjects, Xiao Yao scored high in Chinese, history, geography, and politics. As for English, Xiao Yao had a good foundation in junior high school, but unfortunately he couldn't keep up with the progress after coming to Shanghai, and could only struggle around the passing line.

As for mathematics, physics, chemistry and biology, they are all red lights, and they can never be made up by cramming for a few weeks.

No more than three subjects, that is to say, he has to ensure that he passes one of the four science subjects in addition to passing English.

While Xiao Yao was thinking, Teacher Yao changed his expression to one of worry: "By the way, you and Yu Luying... broke up?"

"?" Xiao Yao waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no."

"Oh~" Teacher Yao nodded thoughtfully.

"No, no, we never talked about it, why are we breaking up?" Xiao Yao corrected.

"Oh, I was wondering why I haven't seen you two together in the past few months." Teacher Yao said, "Did you have a fight?"

"Uh……"

"If you have any emotional problems, please tell your teacher. I am not a conservative person." Teacher Yao said seriously.

"Oh……"

"Actually, I like Yu Luying very much," said Mr. Yao, who was tactically retreating.

ha?

"You are such a good-for-nothing kid. If you catch a girl one day, I, as a teacher, won't even have the face to attend her wedding, huh?" Teacher Yao looked around at the other teachers in the office: "Is that right?"

"That's right, just be polite." The other teachers echoed.

In the cheerful atmosphere, Xiao Yao blushed and scratched his head.

"During this period, let Yu Luying help you with your lessons." Teacher Yao announced.

"Oh, really? Thank you, Teacher Yao!" Xiao Yao felt that Teacher Yao in front of him was pretty and full of compassion and love: "But, will she agree?"

"She told me that she is willing to help you with your studies." Teacher Yao answered word by word: "Do you understand, little Chinese expert?"

"Okay, I'll do my best this time." Xiao Yao clenched his fists, turned around and left.

"Where are you going? You haven't filled out the violation form yet?" Teacher Yao's roar came from behind.

Chapter 9 Shura

2023-07-31

Xiao Yao's efforts to study hard and make progress every day only lasted for half a morning before they were declared bankrupt.

We must admit that there is indeed a factor of his weak willpower, but we should also realize that mathematics is a harsh subject where even if you put in 99% of your effort, you will only get zero points if you can't find the door.

I can only count on Yu Luying to help open this door, or the window, or if that doesn’t work, get a key?

During lunch, Xiao Yao handed a torn piece of grid composition paper to Xiao Xiong.

"What?" The little bear rolled his eyes.

"I saw it in a collection of essays yesterday. I thought it was good, so I copied it down." Actually, it was copied from memory: "I want you to take a look."

"You call this good? How old are you? Have you graduated from primary school?" Little Bear took a casual look at it and handed it back.

"Selected Essays by Primary School Students, I'll show you what's wrong with this kid's father."

"I hate doing reading comprehension the most," Little Bear shook out the graph paper again and read it carefully. "Isn't it obvious? His father died."

"Is he dead?" The corners of Xiao Yao's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

"Definitely," Xiao Xiong returned the composition paper to Xiao Yao with some melancholy, "When I was in elementary school, my grandma passed away, and my mother kept it a secret from me for a long time. Although I understand it now, I still blame her a little."

"I'm sorry, I haven't heard you mention it." Seeing that Xiao Xiong was a little absent-minded, Xiao Yao quickly apologized and buried his head in eating.

If he had died when Shen Tianyun was about ten years old, then everything would make sense.

She didn't want to tell herself the truth because she was afraid that she would worry too much.

She always sticks to herself because she misses her father very much.

She said "Mother wants you to find her in the past" because the future Shen Jie missed her and wanted to start a relationship with her "in advance".

If we calculate based on the age of Shen Tianyun, then... I am about 40 years old?

When Xiao Yao thought about his untimely death, he couldn't even taste the braised pork in his mouth.

That empty feeling of fear...

"Hey, are you listening?" Then, Xiao Yao was awakened by a slap from the little bear: "What are you daydreaming about?"

"Do you think the future can be changed?" Xiao Yao blurted out.

"You're crazy," the little bear laughed. "The past cannot be changed, but the future can be changed."

"Yes, of course you can." Xiao Yao clenched his fists tightly.

--split line--

After school, Xiao Yao lingered in the classroom and refused to leave.

"I won't go," he said, standing at the classroom door, shaking his head at the little bear holding the basketball, "You guys go."

Xiao Xiong slightly turned his head, his eyes passed over Xiao Yao's shoulder and fell on Yu Luying who was writing furiously at the desk. He showed an "I understand" expression and winked at Xiao Yao.

When the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Xiao Yao's desk, the students on duty left in twos and threes, and only the cultural and entertainment committee member was still working diligently on the blackboard newspaper.

Suddenly, a ball of paper hit his desk, scaring Xiao Yao.

"You should go back first. Don't wait for me. I have a band rehearsal."

As he read the beautiful handwriting, Xiao Yao suddenly remembered that every Monday and Thursday was the time for the school wind band club's activities.

Xiao Yao stuffed the paper ball into the pocket of his school uniform, left the teaching building with unsteady steps, and walked towards the school gate along the red plastic track in the playground.

The flowers planted in the flower beds are in full bloom, and the fragrance is refreshing.

Passing by the endless shade of trees, he walked out of the school gate, crossed the road diagonally, and walked into the convenience store next to the church.

"The lottery numbers are out?" Xiao Yao tried to make his voice sound calm.