"Xiao Che, your phone rings again." Zhou Zeliang said.

"Don't care." Duan Yuche held the cone that was about to melt in the high temperature with one hand, took out the phone with the other hand and took a look, then pressed it and hung up, "It's my dad again, I'm annoyed."

"Have your dad really brought home the poor student he sponsored?" Zhou Zeliang handed him the chicken nugget bag, "Is it his illegitimate child?"

Duan Yuche held the chicken nuggets in his mouth and said vaguely: "I asked him and he said he was no, and he also said I was thinking about it."

A few days ago, I just heard that Duan Shumin wanted to take home the poor minority students who were sponsored, so I asked Zhou Zeliang to complain. The two thought for a long time and thought that this poor student was probably Duan Shumin's illegitimate son. Duan Yuche was in a mess and had a fierce quarrel with Duan Shumin and said very hurtful words.

Finally, he found out that this poor student named Cao Feng was not Duan Shumin's illegitimate son, but he couldn't help but apologize. He was also disgusted with strangers living in his home, so he had been in a cold war with Duan Shumin until now.

"How old is the poor student?"

"I don't know, I'm a little older than me."

"Be careful, what if it's your father's illegitimate child, what should I do if you compete with your family property?"

"Seize me?" The melted vanilla ice cream dripped into his hand, and Duan Yuche threw it directly into the trash can, with a light tone, "I'll kill him."

As the two of them were talking, Zhou Zeliang noticed behind him - the beggar followed again.

He pushed Duan Yuche's shoulder: "Hey."

"what?"

"Look at the back, is that guy following us?"

Duan Yuche looked back and saw the boy staggeringly, as if he wanted to hide, but he had nowhere to hide. He looked like a stray dog ​​just emerging from the trash can.

"I'm really following us! What's going on?" Zhou Zeliang pulled Duan Yuche and left quickly, "Does that guy think you have money and want to rob?"

"I don't think it's like," Duan Yuche said with his eyes that he knew he was not a bad person at first glance. "Maybe they just want to thank me?" As soon as he finished speaking, the man strode behind the two of them.

Zhou Zeliang immediately alerted Duan Yuche to the back and stared at him vigilantly: "What are you doing?!"

Cao Feng followed him all the way and finally plucked up the courage to chase after him. He just looked at Duan Yuche and returned the money he had just given him without saying a word.

Duan Yuche looked down at the few dollars in his hand, and suddenly realized that he didn't want his own money.

The two of them looked at each other, and Zhou Zeliang muttered to himself, saying that he had paid back the money, but he had done something with so long, and thought he was going to rob him. He reached out and took the money back, put it in Duan Yuche's bag, and pulled him away without saying a word.

Seeing that the two of them were about to leave, Cao Feng was anxious and walked up to chase after him.

"Why are you still following me?" Zhou Zeliang immediately turned around and glared at me, "Is it over? Tell you, my uncle from the police station, and I will call the police immediately to arrest you!"

Cao Feng didn't look at him, his eyes just looked at Duan Yuche, but at the critical moment, he stuttered. This was his "root" of his illness. He was studying in the county three years ago, and only then did he start to formally learn Mandarin. Many classmates laughed at his accent.

He didn't dare to speak, hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't understand what he was saying.

Zhou Zeliang frowned and whispered to Duan Yuche: "Do you know each other?"

"I don't know." Looking up at the ethnic minority, Duan Yuche looked at it for a few seconds, "Are you?"

"I, I am..." Cao Feng opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain, and wiped the sweat beads on his forehead with the back of his hand, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

The more Zhou Zeliang looked at him, the more he felt like a bad person, and hurriedly pulled Duan Yuche away.

The two of them called a car and left. Cao Feng chased after him for at least fifty meters and his shoes ran away, causing Zhou Zeliang to scold the "mad dog" in the car.

Cao Feng couldn't catch up with him anymore. He stood in the street in a daze, watching the taxi disappear. After a while, he turned around to pick up his shoes that he had dropped in the middle of the road.

-

The taxi drove to Zhou Zeliang's door. The one who opened the door was Zhou Zeliang's mother. When he saw Duan Yuche, he immediately welcomed him warmly: "Oh! Xiaoche is here! Come in and blow the air conditioner quickly, and aunt will cook two more dishes."

Duan Yuche immediately said, "No need for auntie, no need to make it. I just ate some snacks, and I'm not hungry, so I can't eat much."

"Don't be polite," she said disagreement, "Are you so tired of studying? Eat more, how can young people not eat more? They will grow up!"

Zhou Zeliang spoke first: "Mom, I'll take him upstairs first." After that, he pulled Duan Yuche, who had changed into slippers, and walked quickly towards his room.

Duan Yuche and Zhou Zeliang are junior high school classmates. Now they are in high school and are in the same school. He studied privately in junior high school and had just returned to China at that time. In addition to looking like an Eastern person, he is not like a Chinese child at all. It is very different from the native Chinese. It is said that Chinese is not good. There are even rumors that he grew up in Europe with mixed Chinese and mixed races of China, mixed races of four countries... and all kinds of messy ones are available.

Many people know that his father is the president, and Duan Yuche is nicknamed Walking Atm Machine.

But Duan Shumin felt that he was too chaotic in private, and he loved fighting with others, and he had no time to control himself. He was afraid that something might happen to him during his rebellious period, so he arranged for him to go to a stricter high school in the real world.

But his high school entrance examination score was not good, and he did not get the admission score for foreign language experiments, so he was sent to the international class.

Most students in international classes are preparing to study abroad, with more English classes than other classes, and there are two foreign teachers' classes a week in order to allow students to pass TOEFL, IELTS or AAP smoothly.

Now that school has just started two days ago, Zhou Zeliang turned on the computer and asked, "Are you not going home tonight?"

"I won't go back." Duan Yuche threw his schoolbag to the ground and fell on his bed, covering his eyes with his arms.

Zhou Zeliang thought for a while and said, "That's OK, but you can't worry your dad. Just call him and say stay at our house."

Duan Yuche said oh, saying that he knew, but he still didn't move.

When I went downstairs to have dinner, the Zhou family's landline rang, and Zhou's mother got up to answer the phone: "Hey? President Duan... Oh oh, yes, he is in our house."

Duan Yuche heard a little sound and raised his head.

Zhou Zeliang pointed with chopsticks: "Your dad?"

Duan Yuche nodded: "It seems."

"Mom!" Zhou Zeliang said loudly, "You tell Uncle Duan, Xiaoche will stay in our house tonight..."

Zhou's mother heard this and told her to the phone: "The two children said they wanted to study together... Well, I'll take them to school tomorrow..."

Duan Shumin responded: "Can you please let Duan Yuche answer the phone?"

Zhou's mother handed the phone to Duan Yuche, and he took it and put it in his ear, but did not make a sound.

"I want to live at my classmate's house tonight?" Duan Shumin's voice could not hear the joy and anger.

He nodded softly.

"Don't be angry with my father," Duan Shumin tried to say in a calm tone, "You can live at your classmate's house tonight, and you must go home tomorrow! Also, you must go to school to attend classes. Your teacher Ma told me about your situation today. Your father doesn't say anything about your grades, but you must have basic respect for your studies and teachers."

After all, the child grew up in Switzerland, and the education there was different from that in China. When the child's mother first sent the child back, she specifically told him this issue. Duan Shumin understood Duan Yuche very much and rarely made things difficult for him about academic issues. Even if the teacher called him to school, he always politely explained his son's special situation to the teacher.

He continued: "I will go to your school tomorrow afternoon, and you will go home with me when the time comes."

"What are you doing in school? The head teacher asked you to come?" Duan Yuche frowned.

Duan Shumin said something was wrong and reminded him a few more words.

At someone else's house, Duan Yuche didn't want to quarrel with him, so he used his nasal voice to "Hmm" to indicate that he knew.

The next day, Zhou's mother sent her two children to school. Her deskmate Guo Guoliang asked Duan Yuche what she did yesterday: "Teacher Ma asked us to find you, how can we find someone?"

Duan Yuche said he had gone to the Internet cafe.

Guo Guoliang looked at his indifferent look that he seemed not worried at all, and said, "Teacher Ma will come when he gets up. He will definitely ask you to go to the office. Are you not afraid that he will punish you at all?"

Duan Yuche shook his head and said he was not afraid: "Can you still fire me?"

Sure enough, within a few minutes, the fat Ma Xiaobo appeared in the classroom, walked to Duan Yuche's seat, knocked on his table and said, "Duan Yuche, come with me."

Ma Xiaobo didn't scold him, just told him that he had to take time to get vaccinated, and this kind of thing would never be allowed again: "I'm just going to miss you this time, I'm just going to be the first offender. The school has the rules and regulations of the school. If you skip classes more than three times, you have to be persuaded to leave. You don't want to be the first student to be expelled this semester, right?"

Duan Yuche was indifferent, but he responded. He had long been used to Zurich's loose education methods. Even though he had returned to China for more than three years, he still could not accept such high-pressure education.

Especially every time from 3pm, he gets seriously sleepy, because according to common sense, he should go home from school at 3pm.

At least this was the case before, and the course content was far less boring than domestic classes, such as cooking, handicrafts, playing football... Four classes a day, school at 3 o'clock, and then taking the school bus to go home slowly.

Just as he was sleepy under the sound of his physics teacher teaching, a commotion came from the classroom.

"Is the one Teacher Ma brought with him just now a transfer student?"

"When I went to the office with my exercise book in the morning, I heard the office teacher say that our class is going to have a minority transfer student..."

"Transfer students? Are they true or false?"

"Male or female?"

Um?

Extremely poor transfer students? Ethnic minority?

Now he is very sensitive to the word "ethnic minority", because the one Duan Shumin took home yesterday is said to be an ethnic minority.

Duan Shumin said that he would come to the school to do something today, so why would he not...?

Duan Yuche opened his eyes and glanced at the head teacher's office diagonally opposite. The dark blue curtains were pulled in the office, with only one crack in it. A pot of dark green aquatic potted plants was growing hard towards the sun.

Class 7 of the International Class is at the end of the corridor of the central teaching building, and the office is in the first room around the corner. As long as the curtains are opened in the office, the students sitting in the classroom can easily see what the teacher is doing. Similarly, the teacher can easily see whether the students in class recognize themselves seriously, who is sleeping, who is listening, and who is passing notes.

So most of the time, the classmates sitting next to the windows pull the curtains tightly.

The reason I opened today is because there was a problem with the classroom fan, the weather was too stuffy, so I opened the window for breathing.

Just as he was wondering if he was thinking, he caught a glimpse of Duan Shumin outside the corridor, standing outside the window in a suit and tie, as if looking for him.

Duan Yuche turned his head to look at him. Duan Shumin happened to see him, and pointed to the blackboard, signaling him to listen.

Duan Yuche simply lowered his head and took out his cell phone to look at the time. The get out of class was about to end.

The bell rang and Duan Shumin was no longer outside the classroom. Duan Yuche guessed that he might be in the office and walked over.

The office door was closed, and a student happened to go in. The door "creaked" and opened. Duan Yuche looked inside and saw his father talking to Ma Xiaobo.
To be continued...