Thank high technology.
Thank the era of smart technology.
Thank syncing the same account across multiple platforms.
Just ask Zhou Bai if it's exciting?
It's too exciting!
His nostrils flared, cheeks flushed, and a nameless rage surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, almost burning his hair charred green.
Those photos, various poses, various angles... some even meticulously filtered!
But the problem is, the girlfriend is his girlfriend, yet the man in the photos is not him!
At this moment, his mind was endlessly looping the morning's query from the insane girl, filled with sympathy:
"Do you want to dye that thing on your head green?"
"Dye that thing green?"
"Dye it green..."
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"I fuck#@の%..."
The more the tectonic plates tremble, the more Zhou Bai's anger gushes.
He threw down the tablet with all his might, grabbed his car keys without a word, and rushed out while constantly dialing his girlfriend's unanswered phone.
As for what he was rushing for?
How could he have the sense right now?!
And the odd girl from the morning had only borrowed his phone for a short while, how she knew this news in advance—he couldn't fathom.
Now, there's only one thought in his mind, like an alpaca kicking his heart—
Beat him up!
...
And at this moment.
At the same time as the green truth unraveled, Chu River was taken to the office by the head teacher along with two policemen.
Tianshui Second High School is a key high school, and the class Chu River is in is also a rocket class within the key classes.
Of course, to show the school's stance on equality, the rocket class isn't called the rocket class; it's just an ordinary Grade Three Class One.
The core head teacher of the key class currently has a shiny greasy head, every inch of receding hairline telling the tale of his diligent work until death like a candle burning to ash.
He glared at Chu River: "What's going on? Didn't you say your stomach hurt, so you were resting? How did you get out?"
"Cough."
The policeman beside reminded: "From the caller's phone, we learned that the girl was in the river..."
Before the words finished, the head teacher nearly jumped up—
"I said the school's wall near the lakeside needs to be raised by two meters!!!"
"And you, Chu River!"
"Don't you want your scholarship anymore?!"
"At this time, it's Grade Three! Grade Three! Do you know what Grade Three represents? How do you still have the thought to go into the river..."
Seeing the head teacher's long piece of advice about to start, the two policemen feared he might say something to provoke the rebellious girl—
Sigh.
It's understandable.
After all, it's Grade Three, and the key classes at Tianshui Second High School make grades essentially the lifeline; the academic pressure causes kids not to think straight...
Tsk tsk tsk.
In any case, the head teacher must be advised not to provoke the students—
"Mr. Chen—"
The young policeman wanted to say something but saw the head teacher suddenly realize, glaring at him like a brass bell, then squeezing out a smile—
"Comrades, let's talk aside..."
With that, he pulled the two policemen into the corner of the corridor without a word.
After all, public high school head teachers do not have independent offices; class is about to end, and privacy here is non-existent.
Chu River stood alone in the empty office, her gaze curiously surveying the surroundings—
Soon, her gaze was frightened by the various piles of test papers on the different tables; her adept mental antennae quickly steadied.
Chang Geng had taught before—when encountering cultural subjects you can't handle, don't panic, first stabilize the situation.
The rest he could handle.
Unfortunately, he's not here now!
Chu River's heart grew melancholic again.
Yet, with the mental antennae fended off by test papers, they began to extend along another direction towards the edge of the corridor—
In Chu River's memory, the head teacher was actually quite good; unfortunately, the girl died at night, now, she can only check if he's still decent.
In the corridor.
The bald 40-year-old class teacher Chen Ou was discussing with two young policemen:
"Comrades, I don't know your procedure, but I wanted to ask, you brought this child back, you won't record it in your files, right?"
Old Chen started teaching as a head teacher; back then in rural teaching, head teachers earned 10 yuan more per month than other subject teachers.
Indeed, these 10 yuan led him on a path of no return, never resting since.
After all, every batch of students under him was worse than the last, every year was the worst year.
Being a head teacher, especially accompanying Grade Three head teachers, is tremendously difficult.
Given this, he's currently the head teacher of a key class; who doesn't have children attending school?
The young policeman answered courteously:
"No, no, we're just here to help take the person to school. How could there be any document archive?"
"Moreover, even if recorded, it wouldn't be a big—"
"No way, no way!"
Head teacher Old Chen jumped up like a bouncing potato, squeezing his features together, vividly demonstrating 'anxiety.'
"Comrade, I'll be honest, there absolutely mustn't be a formal record—Chu River, she cannot have faults!"
The young policeman rose in respect—
In these times, do Grade Three key class students require qualification reviews?
Goodness.
Truly worthy of Tianshui Second High School.
But the head teacher sighed:
"This girl, though truly smart and obedient, her family is poor."
"Poor enough that despite the child's good grades, the family can't afford her high school—she's attending because the school made an exception granting her a scholarship."
"You also know, at our school, there's no shortage of students trying to pay her way; it doesn't lack for one or two skilled ones, and there wasn't even a scholarship before."
In the heat, Old Chen grew anxious, his forehead quickly perspiring.
He wiped it messily with a napkin, leaving tiny white fibers; Chu River's mental antennae stretched, urging her to brush it away.
Unconsciously, Old Chen felt his cool head, thinking his scalp itched, wondering if his hair was growing.
But compared to growing hair, this matter is crucial.
"Frankly, Tianshui Second High School doesn't have scholarships for currently enrolled students."
"The little stipend Chu River receives monthly was earned through all the teachers in our class collectively writing a letter of application."
"Fighting for it wasn't easy, and the review criteria are higher—there's fear it might be lost!"
"Aside from the scholarship, tuition is exempt, plus poverty aid is issued monthly."
"Three hundred monthly, barely enough for the child to eat well, it's too little."
"But a high school requires many materials, one missed problem and you're behind—plus the cafeteria during extra classes is much expensive, and scholarships of 300 monthly are basically spent there."
Nowadays, which kid isn't a family treasure? Monthly allowances of 600 include meals, accommodation, book fees, materials, extra class fees, all kinds of fees, uniforms, daily necessities?
At the entire Tianshui Second High School, given these times, except for impoverished students, truly few are like this.