No one notified me in advance. Everyone in the end times is crazy.

Chapter 287 Green Tent

"This... Dad!" Jiangnan grabbed Wu Feng who was about to stand up to argue, and they finished the rice in their bowls and put down their chopsticks.

[Although now isn't the time to be thinking about these things, but...the teacher looks like a hamster. I really want to poke the rice out of her cheeks.]

Jiangnan covered his mouth and finally swallowed the food in his mouth, but he did not leave the table because his grandfather had not left yet.

Perhaps fearing that Jiangnan might be bored, Wu Feng asked quietly, "Is there an exam today?"

Jiang Nan nodded.

"How many points?"

Jiangnan picked up the schoolbag on the ground, put it on his lap and looked for the test paper.

At this time, the aunt sitting next to my mother said, "Our Dashuo's average score is 74! What's Xiaonan's score?"

Jiangnan stuffed the half-pulled test paper back and said perfunctorily, "I didn't take much test, so I failed."

But Luo Shiyu saw that it was a test paper with almost full marks.

He didn't understand why the teacher did this?

Jiang Lin's laughter cleared up his confusion: "Hahaha! It's okay! A woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent! She doesn't need to be too smart, just find a good man to marry in the future."

Luo Shiyu raised his middle finger at him and cursed, "Die!"

Then he turned to Jiangnan and asked, "Teacher, aren't you the most powerful Heavenly Dao in history? Go and kill him! Kill him!"

Jiangnan obviously couldn't hear what he said. He lowered his eyes and stared at the ground in a daze.

"It's always like this." (This box represents Jiangnan's inner voice for now, for now!)

[Eh? The teacher didn't seem to open his mouth. Is this what he was thinking?]

Luo Shiyu approached Jiangnan to check, and the voice sounded again.

"It's really disgusting."

Luo Shiyu is now certain.

[That's what the teacher said.]

After the others finished their meal, they left, leaving Wu Feng alone to clean up the mess.

Jiangnan took the initiative to help wash the dishes. After putting three basins on the ground, he picked up the ladle, tiptoed to scoop water from the tank, and poured it into the basin.

"Teacher, leave it to me to deal with your frozen hands in the cold winter! I have thick skin and flesh and won't get frozen." Luo Shiyu said, rolled up his sleeves, squatted beside Jiangnan, and tried to grab the bowl from her hand.

As expected, the hand passed through the illusion.

"Ahhh!" Luo Shiyu grabbed his hair and raged helplessly. "My teacher's hands are frozen red!"

Wu Feng, who had just finished cleaning the floor, turned around and asked, "Nannan, why don't you use the hot water in the kettle?"

"No need, it wastes electricity."

"Grandpa always uses the excuse that I'm a girl and don't need money to support me, and drags my aunt and others to our house to eat and drink for free. Dad can't support the whole family by himself."

Perhaps feeling that she owed Jiangnan too much, Wu Feng couldn't help but shed tears. She hugged her and blamed herself, "I'm sorry, I didn't bring you to a happy family. It's my fault for being useless."

"How many times has Mommy hugged me and cried? I can't remember."

Jiangnan wiped away his mother's tears with his red, frozen fingers and said sensibly, "I'm fine."

"You could have left me (divorced me), but you didn't. You could have abandoned me at birth, but you didn't. That's enough. Don't blame yourself."

The more precocious the child is, the more the mother feels guilty, constantly blaming herself for being useless.

"Nannan, be good and do your homework. There's an orange hidden in the cabinet. Remember to hide in the corner and eat it after you finish your homework."

Jiangnan nodded, picked up his schoolbag, went back to his room, put it on the old wooden table that had already been patinated by the patina, and did his homework obediently.

Luo Shiyu leaned over to take a look and praised, "Teacher's handwriting is really neat."

I accompanied her to finish her homework, and watched her squat in the corner to eat the orange, and she didn't forget to hide the orange peel in her schoolbag and take it away.

[It's so cautious that it makes me feel distressed. ]

Jiangnan put on his schoolbag, looked at Wu Feng who was clumsily sewing, and asked, "Mom, what are you doing?"

"The soles of your shoes are too thin. I'll make you a new pair. Don't worry, this time they will definitely be better than the last time."

"It's already good."

"Well, I'm looking forward to it. I'm going to school first."

"Be careful on the road."

"understood."

After saying goodbye to my mother, I went to school alone.

We walked along the stone-covered forest path, passed by the cemetery, passed by the wheat field, and passed through two villages before we arrived at the school.

As she was walking, she came across a familiar figure.

Her grandfather rode a tricycle with a canopy to take his beloved grandson to school.

It was clearly just something that happened conveniently, but he was unwilling to take it with him to the south of the Yangtze River.

And she seemed to have gotten used to it.

Luo Shiyu's mind was tense the entire time. All he saw were green tents along the way that could be used to commit crimes. (Currently: refers to all tall, dense vegetation, as well as abandoned buildings that are uninhabited and obstruct the view.)

It's winter now, but in summer, the trees grow thick, the graveyards become overgrown with weeds, and the wheat turns to corn. If someone with bad intentions jumps out of the green tent, with the teacher's current strength, he'll definitely be unable to escape. That bastard grandpa, couldn't he send the teacher along with him? How abominable!

After Luo Shiyu took over Wang Xiaobao's identity, he went to school. In his impression, schools were neat high-rise buildings. This was the first time he saw this kind of connected bungalow primary schools.

Jiangnan entered the classroom with a cement floor, put his schoolbag on his seat by the window, and then went to the stove in the corner to warm himself.

The flames burned the honeycomb coal until it turned white. It had been burning for a long time, but it did not warm the entire classroom.

The teacher came in five minutes earlier than usual and asked everyone to return to their seats because she had something to announce.

"We have a transfer student in our class. Her father is a businessman in the city, and for some reasons, she's coming here to study for two months. She might not be able to adapt to our environment, so please bear with her."

After the teacher finished speaking, he waved towards the door, motioning her to come in.

A girl wearing a light blue down jacket and carrying a schoolbag in both hands walked in cautiously and introduced herself: "Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Hongrui. Please take care of me from now on."

Everyone in the audience was attracted by this fair-skinned, spoiled girl, and they all rushed to make her their deskmate.

Except Jiangnan, of course. Her gaze fell on the withered grass in the flowerbed outside the window.

"It's snowing, but it probably won't start until tomorrow, right?"

[Hmm? How did you know the weather?]

"Hello, can I sit here?"

Jiangnan and Luo Shiyu's thoughts were broken by this voice, and they looked at the girl who had walked to the table at some point.

Jiang Nan saw the jealousy on the faces of others, and probably didn't want to cause trouble, so he asked back: "If I say no, will you leave?"

"Hey?" Jiang Hongrui was startled and quickly apologized: "Sorry, I didn't know. I disturbed you."

Jiangnan withdrew his gaze and continued to look out the window, ignoring her.

The person sitting behind Jiang Hongrui tugged at her clothes, looked at Jiang Nan and said, "Don't talk to her. That girl is a freak. Come sit at the same table with me."

"I think people who slander others in front of them are not good people." Jiang Hongrui shook off the man's hand and sat at the back seat next to the door.

[Wow~ This girl is also a sentimental person! ]