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025: She has her story

"Just go to class, why are we chatting?" He refused without hesitation.

It was the homeroom teacher's class now, and he didn't want to be hit on the forehead with a fist again.

If he is chased and beaten by his father at home and beaten when he goes to school, his pity will be even greater.

"Oh, I just want to ask you, does Xiaoxin really have a sister?"

"have!"

"there's a few?"

"one."

"Is she really cute?"

"She's very cute. Her name is Xiaokui. She is a little baby who likes to chase stars and looks very similar to Xiaoxin."

"That doesn't seem very good-looking either."

"..."

"Then Xiaoxin...is he good to his sister?"

"Very good, Xiaokui is the only one who can subdue Xiaoxin."

"That's it..."

Lun Shuang was deep in thought and did not finish her sentence. She faced the window, her face pressed against the desk, her golden hair shining in the sun.

Shining with a different kind of luster.

Zhao Peng felt that this girl looked really lonely.

She is thirteen years old, but she seems to have been in the ups and downs of this world for so long that she has little interest in this world and her interest is waning.

I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

After all, he is a middle-aged man at heart. Imagine what a thirteen-year-old girl knew in his previous life.

Zhao Peng wanted to have a sister in his previous life, because his younger brother always bullied him, and he hated his younger brother.

So I thought that if I had a sister, I would be very kind to her, give her all the delicious and useful things, protect her, love her, and make her the happiest little girl in the world.

At this time, he had no other feelings for the little girl next to him, only a dull feeling of distress.

I don't know why she is so different.

However, he didn't want to get to the bottom of it right away. She had her own story, and if she didn't want to tell it, it was because she didn't have the time to tell it.

Everyone has secrets that they don't want to tell, and the same goes for Zhao Peng.



After dinner at home, she wanted to do some other housework, but her mother said that her health was fine and Zhao Peng did not need to do it, so Zhao Peng rode his bicycle to Rui Zongming's house.

After going there, I saw that Rui Zongming had reserved eggs for him as agreed. There are currently 2,200 eggs, which is a little more than the original 500 eggs per day.

Zhao Peng made an agreement with Rui Zongming and asked him to help deliver the eggs to the town tomorrow afternoon.

Rui Zongming's family has a tricycle that can transport thousands of eggs at once. Otherwise, Zhao Peng would have to use a bicycle to transport them, which would be quite troublesome.

To run this egg business, you definitely need a tricycle. Zhao Peng can drive one, but he just doesn't have the money.

A tricycle costs close to 3,000 yuan, which is not something he can think of now.

In my previous life, my father had been in business for several years and could not save enough money to buy a tricycle. Every time he had some money, he had to pay back some money. He also had to send his three siblings to school, buy food and firewood...

I also need to see a doctor for my mother.

In short, I have to spend some money, and there is really no surplus.

Zhao Peng is confident that he can earn enough money for a tricycle within two months. With the tricycle, he can go further. After all, the bicycle is too slow and tiring, and the amount of eggs that can be transported is also very limited.

Transportation is the most basic condition for any business.

Rui Zongming didn't have any objections to Zhao Peng's request. He used to deliver goods to hotels in the city, but now he only needs to deliver them to the town, which is much closer.

After the two made an agreement, Zhao Peng hurried home.

Hu Li will come to review in the evening. This matter is very important.

When he got home, his mother told him that Hu Li had arrived. Just as he was about to enter the house, his mother pulled him aside and asked in a low voice: "Pengwa, don't you know..."

Zhao Peng hurriedly pushed his mother into the kitchen and said with a smile: "What are you thinking about? I just give her tutoring. She will take the high school entrance examination soon. With her grades, she can't even think about it."

The mother nodded, but then said: "Mom didn't mean that you..."

"Okay, okay, Mom, please stop talking. You should worry about Dad and ask him to come back from the construction site as soon as possible. I will figure out how to make money at home."

"What can you do, you are still a child..."

"Haha, I'm not a kid anymore. You can see that I'm a bit taller than you. In short, you believe in your son. I'm no longer the ignorant Zhao Peng before. I will definitely find a way to make our family happy.

The better, the better, so that you and my dad can live happily and make me proud."

"Silly boy, your dad and I just hope that you three siblings can grow up well, as long as you can mix yourself up in the future, unlike us who dig food in the ground with our backs to the sky and face the earth, and be looked down upon by others all our lives.

"

"I know. I'm going to study first. You can rest early after your work."

Zhao Peng couldn't stand the way his mother slapped her affectionately. Although he was still very moved, it was already difficult for a middle-aged man's soul to reveal too much of his innermost feelings.

Life, after all, comes one step at a time.

Before reaching a certain node, there is no point in talking about it.

Just do it and it's done.

Back in his small room, Hu Li was lying on the desk reading.

Because the weather was getting warmer, she no longer wore the cotton skirt. She was wearing a very casual sportswear and white casual shoes on her feet.

She was studying very attentively. Zhao Peng leaned his head from behind and found that she was biting the tail of her pencil and frowning at a math problem.

Zhao Peng watched for several minutes, but she didn't respond.

Zhao Peng lightly patted Hu Li on the head and said with a smile: "You make an auxiliary line. You see that you are obviously going to use the divergent vertical line theorem. You make an auxiliary dotted line from point A to point C, and then

It will be divided into two different triangles..."

"So that's what it is...ah!!! Zhao Peng, you are so scary!"

Hu Li suddenly jumped up.

Zhao Peng quickly retracted his body, fearing that she would kick him again.

Xiao Nizi likes to kick people, she is a donkey.

But today Hu Li didn't kick him, she just said angrily: "You came in and didn't even say anything. It scared me so much that I almost lost my soul."

"Don't worry, I'm here, your soul can't go anywhere." Zhao Peng said with a smile.

"I do not understand what you're saying."

Hu Li understands, but she won't admit it and let this guy succeed.

"Then don't talk about it, let's just study the topic."

Zhao Peng sat on the chair, spread out the six textbooks respectively, and said: "I have read your papers and know that your liberal arts are still passable. I roughly estimate based on the results of previous years that this year's Yucai Middle School borrowing line should be at

About 450 points. What is your total score in this exam?"

Hu Li gritted her teeth and said sheepishly: "290 points."

"It's only 290 points, which is a bit low."

"This is already my highest score since the third grade of junior high school. Thanks to your tutoring the night before yesterday, I have remembered some knowledge and understood it better." Hu Li was one part ashamed, three parts proud, and still scored ninety-six points.

It's gratitude.

Zhao Peng nodded, "Not bad, but this score is still far away from 450 points..."

"Who said I want to go to Yucai? I can go to other high schools. I heard that Chixian High School only paid 390 last year, and I guess it won't be much higher this year."

"Chixian High School doesn't have me," Zhao Peng said.

------Digression-----

Many people don’t understand what catch-up reading is

The meaning of follow-up reading is that the editor mainly depends on how many people see the latest updated chapters of your book every day.

The more people see it, it means that everyone wants to see it urgently, and he will arrange for more people to see it, which is a recommendation.

If there are few people watching, it means there is no urgency, which proves that there is not much interest, and it is not recommended for the time being.

So, while everyone was keeping up with me a few days ago, I didn’t get recommended this Saturday. Last night I cried silently in front of the street lamp for 25 hours.
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