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Chapter 59 Xiong Yaoyao

"So...why is it me again..."

Yin Chengyi walked behind the two girls, carrying a large bag of fruits and snacks bought with class fees, and Yuan Fengying's schoolbag - which contained the after-school tests for the past few days.

Even in 2067, most of the school's facilities have been updated with the times, but the paper homework and test papers have remained unchanged. The things learned on the screen, somehow, seem to be not as good as writing on paper.

The solid calculation in one stroke may be related to the subtle writing habits of human beings. Who can say?

In fact, for someone like him who can tear up a wooden table with his hands, this weight is not felt at all. Even if a truck runs over him, he can probably lift it.

But...the real difficulty lies here!

In order not to make the squad leader suspicious, Yin Chengyi had to pretend to be a little out of breath, at least to make others feel that he was exerting force. After working for a long time, he was much more tired than walking normally.

Walking in front of him, Zhao Yichen secretly used his peripheral vision to see him pretending to exert force, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, outlining a beautiful smile.

It was really a pity for Yin Chengyi that he could not see this stunning smile from the front.

"I'm not looking at you... I usually don't have much activities in physical education class." Zhao Yichen carefully considered his words and said softly, "Just in time, it's good to take this opportunity to go out for a walk and take a look at the labor committee."

"Don't get me wrong, I also think we should go see her, especially those on-duty students who are usually lazy in the morning... I heard Zhang Huxiang say many times that he should just leave the work to others. She also doesn't know how to refuse.

, just let others do what you want."

As soon as he talked about these injustices in the class, Yin Cheng's sense of justice, which he had cultivated since he was a child, began to show off again. He showed an angry look on his face and visibly talked more.

"As time goes by, if she does well, that's what she should do; if she doesn't do well, others will complain about her."

"Alas..." Zhao Yichen sighed, "I also found time to talk to her about the problem you mentioned, but... she... can only say that everyone's personality is different."

"What do you mean?" Yuan Fengying's curiosity was also ignited. She quickly took two steps and got close to Zhao Yichen's ear, "Squad leader, what did she say?"

"She said... 'If I don't do this, I will be kicked out.' I didn't know what that meant, and I tried to explain to her many times that no one would kick her out, but she didn't seem to believe it at all.

I always feel like if I don’t work hard, I will be kicked out of this class..."

As he listened, Yin Chengyi got some clues and had mixed feelings.

I learned from Yin Luo that Xiong Yaoyao was the daughter of a certain janitor in the school, and she was able to study in the class because of her connections. In this way, even if no one told her, she might have been born with the feeling that she was a head shorter than others. But this girl

I am relatively sensitive. After going back and forth like this, I have not twisted any muscles in my heart, and I have developed this habit of serving others unconditionally. It seems that only by doing this can I find a little bit of recognition in this group.

Probably because he was worried that someone would know the whole story and let the matter slip out intentionally or unintentionally.

Xiong Yaoyao didn't dare to refuse anyone's request, and she didn't dare to offend anyone.

Just imagining this kind of life makes me feel very frustrated, even worse than Zhang Huxiang. Zhang Huxiang at least has the advantage of being big-hearted. No matter how humiliated Li Shupei is, he remains unmoved and laughs at everyone he sees. Some kind of

In a sense, after being kicked out by others, you still want to join their small group. You can't do it without a thick enough face... From this perspective, Yin Chengyi quite admires him.

However, Xiong Yaoyao is obviously not like that.

Not everyone can be a heartless optimist.

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"Listen, our labor committee member is a very reserved girl, and most likely there are no adults at home now. In order to avoid embarrassment, we cannot wait for her to take the initiative to talk about her condition. We must take the initiative to ask."

Arriving in front of Xiong Yaoyao's house, Zhao Yichen began to arrange emergency tactics and glanced at Yin Chengyi.

"Yin Chengyi, when the time comes, remember to take the initiative to speak."

"Lord... me?" Yin Chengyi was slightly stunned, pointing to himself, as if he was dreaming, "Why me? In this case, it is usually more appropriate for girls to care about her. I only need to be a fruit-holder.

And the shelf for the schoolbag, just stay quietly aside."

"Yao Yao's mind is very sensitive. Our school committee is also of the same type as her. The girls are... coquettish among each other, but it's not easy to deal with."

"What do you mean she and I are of the same type?" Before Yin Cheng could say anything, Yuan Fengying jumped up and shook her head like a rattle, "She and I are completely different, okay!"

"If it's a boy, if you go straight to the point, you might be able to establish effective communication with her." The squad leader ignored her protest and continued, "Think about it, Yaoyao usually has very few opportunities to interact with boys. Take this opportunity.

, as the 'boys' representative, if you pay more attention to her, you can restore the impression of the boys in our class in her mind."

"I don't think there is any need to do such a thing..."

Having said that, under the attack of the monitor's eyes, Yin Chengyi took the initiative to step forward, gently knocked on the door twice, and said in the gentlest tone he could imagine, "Commissioner of Labor, are you at home? I am fourth

Yin Chengyi from the class is your classmate, and we are here to visit you on behalf of the class. The monitor and the school committee are also here."

"If it's convenient, could you open the door for us?"

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No one responded.

In the small building, only silence spreads.

After listening for a while, there seemed to be no movement in the room. Yin Chengyi felt a little suspicious and cautiously added a little more force to avoid accidentally knocking a big hole in the door.

But……

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The door frame was smashed with a loud bang, and the old wall plaster fell off, as if the entire door frame was about to be removed.

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Facts have proved that sometimes great strength can really produce miracles. Before the squad leader could blame him, there was a clang and the old door bolt made a noise.

The iron gate opened, and Xiong Yaoyao poked out half of her head from the crack of the door, like a frightened little animal. Usually in the class, she intentionally or unintentionally avoids physical contact with others, so it is difficult for her to stand in front of her.

Ahead. At this moment, Yin Chengyi’s first feeling from the bottom of his heart was...

So petite.

I can't tell it even when I'm sitting, but leaning against the door like this, with a reference object, it becomes more and more clear. It actually only reaches half of the door frame, and is slightly higher!

Speaking of which, when she wiped the higher glass, she seemed to have to step on the chair and stand on tiptoe to reach it. The monitor reminded her that this was dangerous, but once or twice, she had no intention of changing it.

I had no choice but to leave it to her.

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At this time, Xiong Yaoyao was wearing a knitted sweater, and her hair was messier than what she had seen in school. It was spread out, almost covering her eyes. Facing the visitors, her body movements were obviously curled up.

I don't know if it's because I'm too afraid of strangers, or there are other reasons.

No words were spoken.

After hesitating for a few seconds, the girl opened the door a little, took a few steps, found a few pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet, half-knelt on the ground, and placed them neatly in front of them.

Yin Chengyi looked a little sad.

She is...clearly at home now.

"It's okay, labor committee member. Are you feeling unwell?" He asked proactively, "We can just put away the shoes ourselves."

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"..."

Xiong Yaoyao's half-stretched hand shrank, as if it had been burned by fire.

After a long time, she nodded, turned around, and went to prepare tea for the three of them.

(End of chapter)