Chapter 71: ..., huge gap (seeking first order!)

After reading, Li Heng didn't rush to reply, but happily stared at her side face.

It seems that it is not as calm as the surface. If she wasn't interested and curious, she would never ask one more word with her temperament.

"Cough! Cough cough...!"

Just when Song Yu was looked at by his fiery gaze, feeling a little cramped, and her ten toes were secretly curling and clenching, the Dean of Students on the podium relieved her.

I saw the Dean of Students cough twice, not heavy or light, and said to Li Heng: "Li Heng, read the "Book of Songs"."

Li Heng's face twitched.

It's already Grade 12, and the college entrance exam is coming soon, why recite it?

He immediately understood that the Chinese teacher probably saw all the small movements between him and Song Yu.

Fortunately, his face was thick enough. If he wanted to read, he would read. He took the book and stood up, reciting:

"How can you say you have no clothes? I share the same robe with you.

The king raises an army, I repair my spear and spear.

Share hatred with you..."

Li Heng's Mandarin is very good. The word-for-word pronunciation and the full emotion directly beat the Chinese teacher who spoke half-foreign and half-native, making the latter ashamed.

After reciting and sitting down, he didn't care if the Dean of Students wanted to die.

He picked up the pen and wrote: Pen name Twelve Months.

Song Yu glanced at the teacher writing on the blackboard and quickly took the notebook.

After browsing, she didn't reply again and put the draft book away.

For the next two classes, both of them were listening carefully, taking notes, and not interfering with each other.

It wasn't until the end of the second class that he tore off a piece of paper.

After considering for a long time, he wrote: Do you have much contact with Chen Zijin on weekdays?

Ever since Li Heng couldn't suppress his thoughts and expressed his love to her, whether active or passive, the three words "Chen Zijin" seemed to have become a taboo word for the two, and no one mentioned it again.

Originally, under the current situation, mentioning Chen Zijin would be very unfavorable for him to pursue Song Yu.

But he had no choice.

In his previous life, for the first few years after Chen Zijin went to Beijing, she almost cut off contact with him. Even if there were occasional letters, they were unilaterally transferred by Song Yu, and there were no words about the return address on the letterhead.

Even if he tried to write to contact her, he didn't see any movement. The letters one after another seemed to sink into the sea.

Once, Li Heng, who was brooding, asked Chen Zijin face to face about this, asking her why?

Chen Zijin didn't answer him why, usually keeping silent. Seeing him irritable, seeing him questioning if the Chen family was playing tricks? Was the Chen family forcing her? She still didn't say the reason, more of it was crying silently.

Damn it, a big man can't see a woman cry. After asking a few times to no avail, he didn't make things difficult for her over time.

However, her younger sister Chen Zitong once accidentally revealed a word when she was drunk: It was indeed the family playing tricks, and her mother Zhong Lan even threatened to die, forcing her sister to cut off contact with him.

Seeing him mention "Chen Zijin" to herself, Song Yu calmed down and wrote: Not bad, there is contact every month.

Li Heng asked: Is it a letter? Or a phone call?

Song Yu replied: Both.

Li Heng wrote: Give me her phone number and mailing address.

Thinking of her best friend's cautious instructions, Song Yu was a bit troubled, and after thinking for a long time, she replied: I have to turn back and ask Zijin for her opinion.

Li Heng knew her temperament and wrote: Mm, thank you, keep the novel writing a secret for me.

Song Yu replied: Okay.

For the next week, Li Heng, whose wish from his high school days had been fulfilled, was studying seriously.

Listening in class, brushing questions in self-study, and preparing for the first mock exam at the end of the month with all his strength.

To be honest, putting aside the super difficult math problems of the scholarship exam, he also wanted to try how big the gap was between himself and the four top students under the conventional difficulty of the college entrance exam?

After the six subjects are finished, will there still be a score gap like usual?

Sunday.

After finishing the four classes in the morning, Grade 12 students ushered in a rare half-day holiday.

Damn it, it's really just half a day, not a bit more.

This was approved by the school considering everyone's tense mental state, with the purpose of letting them relax appropriately and wash the clothes and socks accumulated for a week.

By the way, let students with conditions go outside the school to improve their food.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of the fourth class, the politics teacher put away the chalk tip helplessly, sighed, and said to the students:

"Is my politics class that hard to listen to? I see many people are eager to move, their minds are not in the classroom, alas, then class is over."

Everyone didn't answer the teacher's sadness, but left the classroom with actions.

As usual, Song Yu went home.

Sun Manning too. She also took Mai Sui and Chen Lijun away, saying that the family stewed a goose today and invited them to eat.

Before leaving, this rich woman asked Li Heng: "Hey, that guy who is as handsome as Pan An, give you a chance to accompany a beauty, are you going to my house for dinner?"

"Handsome as Pan An" was the original words of the head teacher Wang Qi teasing Li Heng in the dormitory, which was passed to the class by those animals afterward, and now it has become a joke for everyone to tease after tea and dinner.

Before Li Heng could reply, Zhang Zhiyong, who rushed from the back of the classroom, asked: "Rich woman, can you bring a tag-along?"

Sun Manning refused very decisively: "No, there are 4 people in my family, can't bring so many."

Actually, in this era of grades, like some girls in the class, she is deeply unhappy with Zhang Zhiyong, who is at the bottom of the grades and full of dirty words, but because of the face of classmates, she has never shown it.

After the three girls left, Zhang Zhiyong scratched the back of his head and muttered: "Fuck! Why do I feel that Sun Manning has an opinion on me?"

Li Heng left the classroom and said: "You are not RMB, you can't be liked by everyone, why worry about these things?"

"That's true, damn it! The old man doesn't want to marry her home as a wife, nor does he want her to wash clothes, cook, and give birth to children for me, she loves to like it or not."

Don't say this guy is brainless, he forgot his troubles in a blink of an eye, jumping and happy all the way.

Coming downstairs, Zhang Zhiyong asked: "So, where to? Go play billiards after eating?"

Li Heng shook his head: "Eating can wait, accompany me to the bank first."

Zhang Zhiyong asked: "Liu Li went back to the dormitory to change clothes and pants, preparing to play basketball, should we call him together?"

Li Heng went straight to the school gate: "No need, I'm going to do something big today, it's not suitable for too many people to know, you just follow me."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhiyong leaned over with a thief-like look and asked cheekily: "Do something big? What big thing can you do at the bank? Is it robbing money? Do you need to bring tools?"

Li Heng asked back: "What tools do you want to bring?"

His eyes kept looking at the meat stall next to him, Zhang Zhiyong gestured: "How about a bone-cutting knife?"

Li Heng was speechless and spat out a word: "Get out!"

On the way to the bank, Li Heng gave the brainless one a preventive shot: "Old Yong, what would you think if I got rich one day?"

Zhang Zhiyong's eyes were stealing a look at a woman selling pig food basins on the street, "Think with your butt!"

Li Heng reached out and grabbed his face: "Do you want to be beaten? Her husband is next to you, he noticed you."

"So big, it won't fall off if I look at it, so what? Can he kill me!" Zhang Zhiyong was full of dissatisfaction, but when his eyes collided with the man, he shrank back in fear.

Li Heng found it funny, but didn't expose it, saying: "If I become a rich man, you can't accept it, there will be a gap."

"Ha? Gap?"

Zhang Zhiyong seemed to have heard a big joke and immediately happily took out all the money in his three pockets and showed it off in front of him:

"See? See? Such a thick stack of banknotes, your pockets are empty, this is called a gap! You idiot."

Li Heng couldn't stand his showing off and kicked him directly.

The distance from the school to the post office is not close, and the two walked along the street for almost 20 minutes before arriving.

Fortunately, they were lucky. At this time, a couple was handling business inside. After waiting for people to leave, Li Heng came to the window and handed in the relevant documents, materials, and money orders.

"Hello, help me cash this money order and open a passbook."

"4050 yuan?"

After receiving the materials and reading them, the young female clerk was very surprised, looked at him back and forth through the glass, and couldn't help asking.

"Yes."

"Take it out? Or put it in the passbook?"

"Take out the 50 yuan fraction, and put the rest in the passbook."

According to national regulations, you can handle passbook business alone at the age of 16. The teller carefully checked the materials and didn't make things difficult for him, handling it efficiently.

The counter inside was busy, but Zhang Zhiyong outside was dumbfounded.

What? What?

4050 yuan?

My god! Such a huge sum of money, even if the Li family was sold, they couldn't take it out?

Where did this guy Li Heng get it?

Seeing this idiot using both hands to tighten himself, panting and asking questions, Li Heng struggled to open up and said:

"Don't lose face here, I'll tell you later."

Seeing several bank tellers casting strange eyes, Zhang Zhiyong stared at the remittance slip with red eyes, rarely obedient and didn't make trouble again.

Having money is the grandfather, handling the passbook is fast, and cashing the remittance slip is faster.

The young woman's eyes were green: "Hello, this is the passbook, this is 50 yuan in cash, please check."

Li Heng looked at it twice, said thank you, and left the post office quickly.

Shaoshi has been fierce in folk customs since ancient times, and it was not peaceful in this era. Walking out of the bank gate, Li Heng didn't dare to stay and left quickly.

The brainless one was obviously worried about being robbed, looking left and right all the way, acting as a bodyguard to escort him.

The two didn't say a word, and when they arrived near Shao River Bridge, Zhang Zhiyong finally couldn't hold back after catching his breath:

"I said Grandpa Heng, tell me quickly, how did this money come from? More people, more strength, let's seize the opportunity to get rich."

Li Heng glanced around, "Ready for psychological preparation?"

Zhang Zhiyong looked at him with fiery eyes, wanting to explore the secret of wealth.

Li Heng smiled and didn't hang him anymore, telling the story of writing "To Live" from beginning to end.

But before he finished speaking, he saw this idiot sitting on the grass by the river, his eyes scattered, like paralyzed, motionless.

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