Looking at the two blank scrolls on the table, Sun Guanghui smiled innocently.
He scratched his hair and replied: "I can't do it, principal. I'm not good at studying."
Principal Wu glared at him: "You can't even solve a single question? You can't do anything else. How can you not write a word in the composition?"
Sun Guanghui nodded: "Well, I don't know how to write this essay."
An honest person will accept death even if he lies. Anyway, no matter how Principal Wu pressed him, Sun Guanghui just said that he would not do it.
In the end, Principal Wu was so angry that he covered his heart and coughed.
After she came to Shili Brigade, she frequently went to educated youth spots. She knew very well how everyone was studying.
Sun Guanghui said that he couldn't even solve a single question, and Principal Wu wouldn't believe it even if he beat him to death.
But there was nothing he could do. He didn't tell whether he should live or die, and Principal Wu couldn't torture him to extract a confession. Even if he wanted to scold him, he couldn't find the right words.
Sun Guanghui retreated completely and walked out of the door. Halfway through he breathed a sigh of relief and saw Wang Shumei not far away.
Under the hot afternoon sun, Wang Shumei stood on the path in front of the brigade department, looking at him expressionlessly.
Sun Guanghui swallowed subconsciously and walked over bravely.
"Then what, you, are you looking for Principal Wu?" Sun Guanghui had nothing to say.
Wang Shumei looked at him and said directly: "I'm looking for you."
"Ah? Ah, why are you looking for me?" Sun Guanghui was beating in his heart.
Wang Shumei looked at him and said directly: "You failed the exam on purpose, right?"
Sun Guanghui's face suddenly turned red: "No, no, how could I fail the exam on purpose..."
"to be honest."
"Well...it was intentional."
Wang Shumei was not too surprised by the answer that she had already expected.
She took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and asked in a very soft voice: "Why?"
"No, no why..."
"If you don't tell the truth, I will never talk to you again."
"I, I don't want to argue with you... you guys." Sun Guanghui twitched the corners of his lips, trying to look as natural as possible, "I have adapted to farm work a long time ago, and you, you need this opportunity even more."
How could Wang Shumei not hear his true thoughts?
She licked her lips and whispered: "There are six places, no need for you to give me up."
"Hehe..." Sun Guanghui smiled naively, "I know."
He knew, but he was afraid of what might happen.
He had calculated these days and found that among the male educated youths, the four who did not ask for leave had almost given up. He had also observed their review status from the side and felt that there was nothing to worry about.
He thought that if he did not take the exam, it would be equivalent to seven of them competing for six places. As long as Wang Shumei did not perform abnormally, she should be able to pass the exam.
Moreover, he was also afraid that he would squeeze out Wang Shumei's quota.
In that case, he would regret it to death.
It would be better to just hand in the blank paper. If she passes the exam, that would be the best. If she fails, he can help her with work in the future.
Wang Shumei looked at his innocent face, blushed and scolded: "Idiot."
For the educated youth, the subsidy of ten centimeters per day and five yuan per month is self-evident.
Everyone else was fighting hard, but this fool gave up on his own initiative.
Wang Shumei's eyes were red, and she pursed her lips and looked at his face that was tanned red by the sun.
"Hey, hey, don't cry."
Sun Guanghui panicked and hurriedly tried to wipe her tears. He stretched out his hand halfway and then stopped. He pulled off a leaf of a wall-creeper and handed it to Wang Shumei, with a sincere look on his face: "Wipe it."
Wang Shumei: "..."
Sun Guanghui handed the leaves forward: "If you use it hard, there will be plenty."
Wang Shumei burst into laughter and stretched out her hand to take the green leaf.
She didn't use it to wipe her tears, she pinched its stem and moved her fingertips slightly, and it rotated accordingly.
She asked: "Then what should you do?"
"Me?" Sun Guanghui smiled when he saw that she stopped crying, "I'm fine. I don't have to worry about my family. I can support myself by working on my own. You... just do well."
His voice became softer and softer as he spoke, and by the end, his face was red.
Wang Shumei thought that he would take the opportunity to say something, but after waiting for a long time, she only heard his breathing.
Wang Shumei looked up at him and couldn't help but say again: "Idiot."
"Not stupid."
Sun Guanghui looked into her eyes and emphasized seriously.
…
In the cornfield, Lin Nianhe took off his gloves, and under the cover of corn leaves, he took out a piece of Coca-Cola ice from the space and threw it into his mouth.
The cool cola ice instantly drove away the heat, and she squinted her eyes comfortably.
"rustle……"
There were footsteps behind me.
Lin Nianhe's pupils tightened, he quickly crushed the cola ice and swallowed it, and quickly pulled out the weeds at his side.
"Comrade Lin."
The footsteps stopped behind her, accompanied by a hoarse male voice.
Lin Nianhe turned around, looked at Zhou Chujiang standing behind her and asked, "Is something wrong?"
So Widow Zhao was really right. He was really singing praises to the wheat waves in the cornfield. Look at his hoarse voice. What was he doing?
Zhou Chujiang looked at the weeds on her hand, frowned and said, "Comrade Lin, you can already be a teacher, why do you still do farm work?"
Lin Nianhe's neck was a little tired. He stood up with his knees on his knees and looked at him and said, "I am an educated youth who went to the countryside. Of course I have to do farm work. Not only do I have to do it now, I will also work when school starts and the farming season is busy. "
She took off her labor protection gloves and patted the dust on them.
Zhou Chujiang stared at her slightly red fingertips, his brows knitted together, as if he saw someone throwing white rice on the ground and stepping on it.
He took a deep breath, pointed tremblingly at Lin Nianhe's hand, and said every word with utmost seriousness: "Your hand should be holding a pen, not a hoe!"
Lin Nianhe looked at the labor protection gloves in his hand, and then looked at Zhou Chujiang with sympathetic eyes: "I didn't take the hoe."
A person who looks very upright turns out to be blind.
Zhou Chujiang's breathing was stagnant. He didn't know how to answer these words.
"You, you..." Zhou Chujiang gasped, and after a while he managed to say, "This is wrong, this is wrong, you shouldn't do farm work."
Lin Nianhe looked at him as if he were a fool: "If I don't do farm work, what will I eat?"
Lin Nianhe asked if this was really not just to irritate him.
She just suddenly remembered that the team leader recognized Wen Lan as her.
The melon-eater's keen sense of smell told her that there must be a big melon here.
So, she had to test it out to see if he could say "I will support you" or "You are so good that you can survive without this".
Zhou Chujiang spoke righteously: "How can you go against your dreams just for the sake of temporary pleasure? You shouldn't be so worldly!"
Lin Nianhe didn't expect this answer.
Facts have proved that scumbags are not a new species that has gradually emerged due to changes in times.
Lin Nianhe raised his lips slightly and looked at him from top to bottom: "You are noble, you are great, you can live by drinking the wind."
(End of chapter)
