Chapter 11 Selling and Paying Debts

"Mr. He, don't ask so much. I know my own affairs. Fan Fei answered with a smile, and then turned around and prepared to walk back to the classroom.

"No, you have to make it clear to me today." He Qingmei was anxious. She grabbed Fan Fei's arm, forcibly pulled him over, and then pointed to the front of the corridor and motioned Fan Fei to follow her.

Fan Fei sighed and said with a wry smile, "Mr. He, I really have nothing to say. I have said everything I have to say. If you talk a little longer, I'll be late for the second class again.

He Qingmei had a gloomy face and did not answer. She took Fan Fei to the top of the stairs before stopping.

"Speak here, make things clear in the original way. What's going on?" He Qingmei asked depressedly.

"I really have nothing to say." Fan Fei smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. He, it's my fault that I lied to you before. But I really need money, so I have to work. In this class just now, I found Principal Fang, explained the situation to him, begged for mercy, and Principal Fang agreed.

"How could Principal Fang agree to your ridiculous request?" He Qingmei asked doubtfully.

"What's so ridiculous about this? Without money, you can't do anything, and you can't read books. Principal Fang is a reasonable person, and he will naturally agree. Fan Fei said with a smile.

"Is that unreasonable for me?" He Qingmei said angrily, "You are really brainless. You are a senior in high school. What kind of work do you have? And I just mentioned that to you yesterday!"

"I have given up on that matter, Mr. He, just don't worry about it. In fact, I'm really not interested in Tsinghua University. I want to take the exam for Peking University." Fan Fei said with a smile.

"You really can't get on the wall!" He Qingmei said angrily, "What's worse than Peking University in Tsinghua University?" Can you pass the Peking University if you want to? What do you want if you don't fight for such a good opportunity?

"Mr. He, is it really that important to go to a famous university? Going to college is just to have a job, but now it has not been allocated for a long time. Most college students can't find a job, including Tsinghua University and Peking University students. What can I do if I go to a famous university? Isn't it a waste of money? Fan Fei shrugged his shoulders and said with an indifferent expression, "Instead of wasting 180,000 yuan to go to college, but finally can't find a job, it's better to make money and do some business as soon as possible, so as to get married as soon as possible in the future..."

"Enough! How old are you, why do you think so? He Qingmei saw that Fan Fei even had the intention of not taking the college entrance examination. She suddenly panicked, so she quickly interrupted Fan Fei's words, frowned and said, "As long as you have the ability, are you afraid that you can't find a job and wife? Why are you so superficial, short-sighted and ignorant with such a good talent and good grades?

"Mr. He's comparison sentence is really good." Fan Fei smiled naively, as if he was listening to He Qingmei praise him. He Qingmei was so angry that he really wanted to slap this guy.

"Fan Fei, don't go to work anymore. Go to Principal Fang to take back your words! How much money are you and your sister short of? I can lend it to you first. When He Qingmei saw Fan Fei's indifferent look, she was even more panicked. She hesitated for a while and took a deep breath. Then she reluctantly suppressed her anger and said gently, "I'll declare first that 12,000 yuan is okay, but I don't have more than that. As you know, I have just worked for a few years, and the salary in our county is not high..."

"Aren't you afraid that I won't pay back the debt?" Fan Fei smiled, but there was a trace of gratitude in his eyes. After all, many teachers nowadays think about squeezing some oil from students all day long, but few of them are willing to lend money to students, especially a large amount of money.

"Do you dare?" He Qingmei hummed, "If you dare to cheat on my account, I will..."

At this point, He Qingmei suddenly got stuck. Although Fan Fei has a good personal relationship with her, and the two occasionally make a joke, now she is in the teaching building. As her teacher, it is really difficult to say things like "take a kitchen knife to the door to collect debts".

"What's it? Marry me and let me sell my life to pay off my debts?"

Fan Fei suddenly made a joke.

Hearing this, He Qingmei's face suddenly turned crimson, and the apricot eyes stared at Fan Fei. In a little anger, he showed a special charm.

Fan Fei seemed to be a little dumbfounded for a moment, so he added, "Meimei, you are so kind to me!"

Hearing the word "Meimei", He Qingmei's face changed again. She couldn't help raising her palm and was ready to slap Fan Feifan. But she looked at several students who were running near the stairwell, and finally resisted the impulse of slapting Fan Fei, put her hand down, then took a deep breath, stamped her feet fiercely, and turned around and left quickly.

"Huh? Don't you lend me money?" Fan Fei had to add another sentence without any interest.

"Garbage, go to hell! I don't care about you anymore!" He Qingmei said hatefully as she left the bad student who was bold and dared to take advantage of the teacher in his mouth.

Her eyes were also suddenly a little blurred. This was the first time since she was teaching in the third year of high school that she was so angry that a student cried, and it was also a student she admired the most in the past. This feeling made her particularly aggrieved, and she couldn't wait to find a corner to cry.

Fan Fei stared at He Qingmei's back for a long time, and the frivolous expression on his face suddenly disappeared.

"Mr. He, I know you really want to help me, but, do you know..."

After a long time, Fan Fei muttered gently, then took out a pack of wrinkled cigarettes from his arms, pulled out a light, took a deep breath, and then held his breath.

Half a minute later, he exhaled gently, but did not exhale smoke.

The thick smoke was almost completely absorbed by his lungs, so it was as light as a spring dream.

............

In the principal's office, Fei Wei was reporting the situation just now to the principal Fang Han.

Fang Han is a 40-year-old middle-aged man, with a Chinese face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looks dignified. At this moment, he is frowning slightly and listening to Fei Wei's words patiently.

Fei Weixing recounted what Fan Fei just said, and then said sadly, "Principal Fang, I think for such a student who has no teacher and does not abide by school discipline, he should..."

"Director Fei, why didn't you say this earlier?" Fang Han had been listening quietly, but at this moment, he suddenly interrupted Fei Wei's words before Fei Wei made a statement.

"Uh?" Fei Wei was obviously choked, rolled his eyes and looked at Fang Han puzzledly.

"Fan Fei just came to see me and told me some difficulties at home, saying that he had to work in the evening, and also submitted an "Application for Self-study in the Morning and Evening" to me. I talked to him for half an hour and understood the difficulties in his family. I also sympathized with him and understood him, so I have signed and agreed. It's a special approval. Fang Han held the gold-edged glasses on the bridge of his nose with his right hand and said slowly, "If you had said these details earlier, maybe I wouldn't have signed them. And now..."

"Ah?" Fei Wei was suddenly shocked. Thinking of Fan Fei's fearless appearance just now, he immediately understood in his heart, and the expression on his face was very wonderful.

"But I don't think it's important." Fang Han continued, "Evening self-study and early self-study are mainly mandatory for students to come to school to study intensively. It is very useful for students who are not self-conscious in learning, but for a top student like Fan Fei who has always been able to learn consciously, it doesn't matter even if he doesn't come from Xi. This is called teaching according to aptitude, right?

"What President Fang said." Fei Wei only nodded. After hesitating for a while, his eyes flashed and said, "But I mainly consider that other students' associations are psychologically unbalanced and have a psychology of comparison. So I also persuaded him that he was a good student in the province and wanted to take the lead. As a result, he actually said that he did not want such a quota in the future and insisted on working..."

"Oh?" Fang Han meditated and said with a smile, "Since he said so, it's also a good thing. After all, this year's three choices are more complicated, and the second choice is much easier.

"Yes, every year for this indicator, students and parents have to grab their heads. They are the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical power, a note on the left and a phone call on the right, which makes your school leaders very embarrassed." Fei Wei also said with deep emotion.

"That's right." Fang Han said with a little excitement, "And I think Fan Fei's grades have always been very stable, and he may be admitted to Tsinghua University. If that's the case, there will be more than two Tsinghua students in our school this year!"

"Yes, that's good. OK, this matter will be done as Principal Fang said. Fei Weiru said with relief, "But the previous absenteeism incident is more or less interesting. I have asked Fan Fei to write an in-depth review..."

"Forget it." Fang Han said carelessly, "After all, the absence of evening self-study is not a strict absenteeism. What's more, I just specially approved him not to come to self-study and asked him to write a self-criticism on this matter. Isn't it a slap in the face? I think it's better to turn big things into small things and small things. It is better for such a student not to hurt his self-esteem, so as not to abandon himself, but to harm the interests of our school.

Favie was stunned again for a while and said with a wry smile, "All right..."

When Fei Wei walked out of the door, Fang Han had been staring at his back, with a little playful look in his eyes.

Fei Wei didn't notice it at all. He just gently brought it to the door, then turned around and looked at the three words "principal's room" for a long time, and his eyes were a little hot.

............

"Fan Fei, are you in the water in your head? I really don't understand. Where is your usual cleverness? As soon as Fan Fei walked into the classroom, Ren Pingsheng, who was full of words, jumped up and punched Fan Fei on the shoulder.

"I'm not smart in the first place." Fan Fei smiled calmly, sat back in his seat, opened a book and read it. It was an English version of A Brief History of World Literature, which he borrowed from the county library yesterday.

"Fan Fei, are you really working? Hey, it's not in the hair salon, is it?

"Damn it, you're really hiding it!"

Other students also gathered around one after another and asked with a lot of words.

Ding Shichen, who was sitting in the fourth row, did not stand up from his seat and only looked at Fan Fei from afar.

Fan Fei turned over the book with a smile and said nothing.

"Okay, this is Fan Fei's privacy. Don't ask." After Ding Shichen and other students made trouble for a while, he finally stood up and said, "The class bell rang. Everyone sit down and get ready for class."

The study committee member spoke, and everyone dispersed as birds and beasts.

Fan Fei turned his head and nodded to Ding Shichen with a smile to express his gratitude.

Ding Shichen's face turned slightly red and he barely smiled.

"It's up to me. Help me write a check and give it to me tomorrow morning." Fan Fei put his hand on Ren Pingsheng's shoulder again and whispered.

"Damn it, isn't it? Do you want me to write about the inspection? Ren Pingsheng suddenly fried the pot.

"I haven't written it, I won't." Fan Fei showed an innocent look and said leisurely, "You have to write at least ten or eight copies a year. You are familiar with it."

"I don't even write if I'm familiar with it!" Ren Ping protested all his life.

"Are you really not going to write?"

"I won't write even if I beat you to death!"

"Well, I'll tell someone about your embrageous things..." Fan Fei threatened in a low voice with a smile.

"What's wrong with me?" Ren Ping's eyes widened.

"copying homework, stealing test papers, Hong Kong feet..."

"Shut up! Shit... Can't I write it?" Ren Pingping took out a draft paper from the drawer and wrote it quickly - "Dear Director Fei: Today, with deep guilt and regret, I will write this self-criticism for you to show you my deep understanding of the bad behavior of absenteeism and my determination to never be absent from class again..."

"It's very fluent... But the words 'Never attend class again' are obviously not suitable for me. If you change it again, remember to be both profound and meet my requirements... Hey, it's time for class!" As soon as Fan Fei said this, he saw the English teacher Tang Dong coming in with a pile of test papers in his arms, so he quickly sat back in his seat.

Ren Ping's level of deserting and writing self-criticism is very professional, so he has only taken an English class for ten minutes, and he has secretly written hundreds of words. However, the way he immersed himself in his writing finally attracted Tang Dong's attention. There was a raid and his draft paper was confiscated.

"That's good. I'm still interested in writing a self-criticism in class." Tang Dong glanced at the dense draft paper, nodded and smiled, "In this case, let's do a good thing. You can write another self-criticism about 'doing a thing in Class A', no less than a thousand words, and give it to me tomorrow."

Hearing that the punishment was just another self-criticism, Ren Pingsheng, who was already very nervous, immediately breathed a sigh of relief. For Ren Pingsheng, a professional who writes inspection as a meal, it is not difficult to write a self-criticism of more than 1,000 words.

But Tang Dong's next sentence made him want to cry without tears.

"Remember to write in English... If there is a grammatical error or word error, you have to rewrite it!"

Ren Ping looked at Fan Fei sadly and indignantly, and found that he was seriously looking at the thick English version of A Brief History of World Literature. Tang Dong directly ignored Fan Fei's departure, but looked at him with relief...

Ren Ping's life was even more sad and angry, and he couldn't wait to cut these two scum with a kitchen knife.

But soon, a note thrown by Fan Fei quickly resolved the resentment of Ren Ping's life--

You write, I translate!

Ren Pingsheng then grinned and re-showed a bright smile that the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.