Chapter 3195: Good students and bad students

Mo Yue sighed, "It seems that Zai Zai has turned on the memory mode and fell into his previous memories. Poor Zai Zai, in fact, I feel that the victim of this tragedy is not a bastard, but Zai Zai. This is one The tragedy that is directed by the boy himself and takes the lead role, Zai Zai is just an accessory, so why should Zai Zai take responsibility?"
Luffy nodded, "Yes, don't interrupt me, listen to me continue. Zai Zai said here, suddenly stopped, lowered his head, and began to sob quietly. The old man saw him crying, a little unbearable, and comforted him, child, Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and every family has patients. No one is easy. Zai Zai choked up, uncle, although I am only seven years old, I understand all the truths you make. But my mother is true. It is too pitiful. Before she was ill, she was also the backbone of the unit, and she was also very capable and motivated. The leaders of her unit encouraged her many times and said that she would promote her and ask her to work hard. She was also confident and worked hard. But, what I did not expect was that she was defeated by the disease, and her forgetfulness was like a green-eyed devil, and she was stunned to death. She was unable to work normally, so she could only retreat early. During the period of staying at home, her mother quickly became old. , Her plump and white face became dry and sallow, and her eyes became increasingly dull. The house was covered with notes she wrote. She walked around at home every day to read those notes, and she Whenever I do something, write it down immediately with a note. Every time I go home, I always find a note on the rice cooker. It says that there is rice in the pot, half cooked at 6 o’clock, or on the oven. It says, there are biscuits in the oven and they are cooked at 8 o'clock. Many times, the washing machine will write that the clothes will be washed at 7 o'clock. Even if the home is full of papers, the mother will often forget that her usual mistake is, The rice was obviously cooked in the rice cooker, but she cooked a big pot of porridge in the pressure cooker. When my father and I got home, we found that she was standing stupidly in the kitchen watching the two pots of rice in a daze. Usually. In this case, we can only try to comfort our mother, and then treat the extra pot of rice as tomorrow’s morning. If the mother cooks too much, we can only give it to the neighbor’s dog as a supper. Uncle smiles bitterly, child, your neighbor’s dog must be very fat, right? Zaizai nodded, yes, neighbors often tell us that he doesn’t need to buy dog ​​food anymore. The meals we give are enough for his dog. I know he was joking, but his mother’s amnesia is indeed very serious. You said, my mother is so ill, do I need to explain to him in front of the class? The old man shook his head, um, it sounds like It seems unnecessary. First of all, his mother is much better than your mother. Even if his mother is not excellent, she is at least a healthy and normal person, and your mother is obviously a patient. Compared with each other, your mother It is really unsatisfactory. Tsai smiles bitterly, old man, thank you for understanding me. You continue to listen to me now. Due to my mother’s poor health, I usually try to avoid mentioning her in class, so this morning, I I didn’t explain much about his inquiries and complaints. I just told him that something happened in my family. I didn’t tell you what it was. I’m telling you the truth now. You should understand that something happened in my family, and It’s not a trivial matter. The nurse at the clinic said that my mother’s face was burned and the dressing must be changed in time. As for the dressing, it was nothing more than an anti-inflammatory drug or a medicine to promote wound healing. According to the nurse, my mother’s face It’s impossible to return to what it was before, It is very likely to be broken, because the burn area is so large that it will inevitably leave unsightly scars. Maybe because I didn't explain further at the time, his misunderstanding of me had already occurred. Because he and I have always been classmates. Since the first grade, every morning, I went to his house to find him for school. This habit has been persisting for two years. During the past two years, every day has been like this, rain or shine, without interruption. Over. At that time, I just explained a few words to him. I saw the weird expression on his face. I knew he didn’t believe me, but I didn’t bother to talk about it because my mother’s illness was not a glorious thing, at least not. It is worth mentioning in front of the whole class. I knew he was not satisfied. I was at the same table with him. I saw him slam his schoolbag on the desk, and then took out the stationery box textbook and homework in the same way. Slap. I swear that he would never make such a big movement in normal times. I know he is angry and still vomiting with me because I didn't go to him this morning. Then, he began to read the text aloud. Because his pronunciation was not standard and he missed several words, the girl in the front row immediately turned around and mocked him. He had no episodes at the time, but when the girl turned around, he immediately grabbed her. Her pigtail was pulled back hard, and the girl was sore and cried. I was embarrassed at the time. I felt that it was neither persuasion nor persuasion. If it is in peacetime, I would naturally persuade me, but now, he is still vomiting with me, if I persuade, maybe he will not stop, but will anger me. I didn't dare to persuade him, so he kept holding on to the girl's braids, and finally someone called the teacher to come, and he let go. As soon as he let go, the girl immediately took the long braid to her chest. This tug of war is deemed to be over. This small dispute naturally ended with his victory. He is such a person. As a student, he naturally compares with others to learn, and he never compares with others. He compares to see who has the hardest fist and who has the upper hand in a fight. Of course, he doesn't like to study, he doesn't listen to lectures in class, and he doesn't bother to do his homework when he goes home. He waits for the exam every time before hurriedly asking me to help him review his homework. Although my academic performance is very good, helping him with tuition will help him improve, but it is not a long-term solution after all, and although every time I help him with tuition, his grades can be slightly better, but his The grade is still the third and fourth from the bottom in the class, and is the end of the crane in the class. He is a typical underdeveloped student, the kind of child that the teacher has the most headache. The old man tuts, boy, according to your description, you should be a good student in the class, and he is a bad student with poor studies and who likes to fight. There is no intersection between you and him at all. How did you two become good friends? Several young people also nodded together. Yes, good students and bad students are always two opposites. How can these two different types of students become friends? "