Wen Shu didn't know how much effort Chen Panxia had put into trying to correct her. Her recent study progress had been a bit slow. She planned to find a private tutor for weekend tutoring, and she had to master all the knowledge points of three years of high school within one year.
The bell rang and the teacher walked out of the classroom. Wen Shu raised his head and pinched his neck, which was suffering from pancreatic acidosis.
There is a fifteen-minute break between classes, which is enough for students to go to the toilet or sit down and relax their minds.
Wen Shu flipped through the pages of the book and wrote down what the teacher just said, and then consolidated it when he got home.
"I said I wanted lemon tea, what do you mean by buying me black tea?" Pan Qian scolded her angrily, causing all the students in the class to look over.
Wen Shu was also curious and found a girl in simple clothes standing at the door, holding iced black tea in her hand and was at a loss. "The lemon tea is sold out. I bought your favorite black tea in case you were thirsty."
Pan Qian crossed her arms with a cold expression, "It's sold out and I don't know where else to look. I don't want to drink this black tea today!"
Wen Shu saw that the girl was almost in tears. A boy in the corridor shouted: "Why are you pretending? There are only fifteen minutes between classes. If you have the ability, I will find you!"
"I can't stand her coquettishness."
"She bullies her sister when she has nothing to do. She is jealous of someone's good grades."
Pan Qian gasped and turned to those who were talking, "None of your business! And she is not my sister, she is just a family pet." Her tone was extremely contemptuous.
Yang Jiajia was worried that when the teacher came over, Pan Qian would not be able to enjoy the good harvest, so he came over and pulled her away, which would be a step down for her.
As expected, Pan Qian didn't struggle and was pulled back to her seat in the class. Yang Jiajia ran to the door again and took the black tea from the girl's hand. Because of Pan Qian, she didn't even dare to say "Thank you for your hard work" and hurried back to the class.
The girl held back the tears in her eyes, lowered her head and returned to her class.
Wen Shu was extremely curious, what was the relationship? It was a pity that she was isolated here.
Pan Qian sat down and was still upset, "I adopted a white-eyed wolf. She calls me sister, but I don't know how to scold me. It's so much trouble to buy lemon tea. I don't believe there really isn't such a thing out there!"
When Wen Shu heard the word adoption, she raised her eyes and looked over, only to find that Pan Qian was looking at her and scolding her.
Wen Shu: "?"
Chen Panxia's left arm directly occupied the tabletop of the back seat, and she smiled lazily in Pan Qian's direction, "No, orphans should stay in orphanages, even her parents don't want her. Doesn't that explain the problem?"
After speaking, he looked at Wen Shu and gave him a provocative and contemptuous look.
At this point, Wen Shu finally understood that she must have investigated her past and found out that she was an orphan and adopted.
Do you want to use this to suppress her?
Does this world discriminate against orphans?
Thinking of the indescribable amount of property he inherited, Wen Shu rolled his eyes and lowered his head to continue studying.
Seeing that she didn't seem to be affected, Chen Panxia had a gloomy face, and Pan Qian gradually calmed down, and finally drank the bottle of black tea.
Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and this period was math class.
The teacher talked endlessly on the podium, and Wen Shu concentrated on writing back and forth in books and notebooks.
Suddenly, a classmate across the street threw a note over, and it happened to land on the tip of Wen Shu's pen.
Recalling the isolation of the whole class, Wen Shu didn't want to throw it back, and his movements were smooth and smooth without any delay.
Seeing this, the classmate who threw the paper ball widened his eyes, and then turned his head back and forth to look for the thrown paper ball. If he couldn't find it, he turned around to talk to someone.
"What are you doing?"
The teacher's ghostly question came, and the classmate who threw the paper ball slowly turned his head and buried his head without saying a word.
The class passed like this, and when it was lunch break, Wen Shu got up and went to the school gate to pick up the meal he ordered.
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Wen Shu doesn't eat in the cafeteria, but there should always be a place to eat.
She carried the bag to the canteen and found an empty seat to sit down. She took out the food boxes in the bag and laid them out one by one. According to her request, the restaurant had many types of dishes but small quantities to avoid the waste of not finishing the food.
Both vegetarian and meat soups are available, which are warm and comfortable. Chew slowly and swallow carefully, and you will only eat eight cents full each time.
It was hot at noon in summer, and a gust of hot wind carried the smell of sweat behind her. Someone put down their food plate and sat down opposite her.
The person who came was an ordinary-looking, tall and thin boy.
"Wen Shu, do you recognize me?" the boy asked her with a confident smile.
Wen Shu's eyes were cold, and his face was full of dissatisfaction. The smell of this guy kept drifting to her due to the close distance.
She was half full, but after being so smoked, she completely lost her appetite. She packed up her food bowl and prepared to leave.
The boy's expression froze, and he didn't know why he still wanted to talk.
"I'm in the same class as you. We're in the last row. My name is Tian Hao. You may not have recognized all the classmates when you first arrived."
Wen Shu ignored him the whole time and let him talk to himself. He poured the remaining food into a box and headed towards the trash can with the bowl in hand.
Tian Hao walked away without even looking at the garbage after disposing of the garbage, causing people around him to talk a lot.
Lunch was done, and he had no choice but to go back to class. Wen Shu had been concentrating all morning, and now he was a little tired, so he just lay down on the table and squinted for a while.
Not all students take a break, many gather together to talk and laugh.
"Look at this, classmate Wen Shu, my name is Tian Hao, and I would like to get to know you." The student who was reading Chinese words deliberately pinched his throat and said in a strange tone.
"Hahaha! Tian Hao? Do you want to be so vulgar?"
"Not to mention, Tian Hao is a perfect match for Wen Shu."
"Hey, Tian Hao's family is like that. Last time I saw his mother, she was quite old. It cost a lot of money to send him here."
At this time, they seemed to have forgotten about isolating Wen Shu, and were discussing it without restraint.
Wen Shu, who wanted to take a rest, frowned, stood up and said in a cold voice: "You guys want to talk freely about gender issues, don't involve me, I will report the situation if you continue."
Pan Qian put her hands on the table and stood up, "Why, your name is on the note."
"Did I write it?" Wen Shu's eyes became colder.
"You didn't write it, but you were mentioned." Pan Qian shrugged indifferently.
Wen Shu picked up a pen and wrote a few words on the paper, crumpled it into a ball and threw it to them, "Here, let's change the topic and continue the discussion."
A classmate picked it up and unfolded it. There was a line of big words on it: Is the IQ of the person who talks nonsense within the normal index?
A group of people were about to have a fit. Wen Shu raised the phone and turned it to the loudest to play the content of their conversation.
"If you want to be bullied by more people than by others, that's fine, then just wait to be reported."
The content of this paragraph can be regarded as being bullied by the school and she will definitely be punished.
Another person they were talking about, Tian Hao, appeared at the door, "Standing for everything."
Wen Shu smiled contemptuously, "They laughed at your mother for being old."
After saying that, he sat back down and continued to lie down to rest.
After that, the group of people stopped talking and stopped talking about her.
But Wen Shu could feel the eyes sweeping over him.
