Learning Makes Me Rich

Although Yu Qingyan doesn't admit that he is the kind of superficial person who can only look at his face, it is useful for a person to look good to a certain level. As long as there are occasions where he appears, without speaking or doing anything, he is the most dazzling.

There is no shortage of handsome men and beautiful women in Class 24. Even though she is immune to the tidbits and Tan Ming's beauty, Yu Qingyan couldn't help but her heart beating when she saw Xi Shaoyuan again.

It's like fans see idols.

Yan Gou's world is so simple. Face value is justice, good-looking people do everything right, and can forgive everything they do wrong.

Although Yuan Shao does not rely on his face to eat.

Zhou Xiu stretched out her hand and covered the two test papers she had finished writing without a trace.

The homework assigned by Yu Qingyan and the foreign teacher in the tidbits has a difficulty level that is not comparable to that of ordinary monthly examination papers in the school. The test papers are all in English, and the question types are not only limited to the reading, completion, and composition of the domestic English college entrance examination.

There are logical intelligence questions, form filling, matching, graphics, reading material questions, Zhou Xiu even saw an article from a magazine.

Zhou Xiu racked his brains to finish writing a piece, and felt cool in his heart.

Xi Shaoyuan took the test paper on the table and glanced quickly.

He said lightly: "Zhou Xiu, your foundation is too bad."

"It's useless for you to do these test papers now. I will send you some information."

He took out his cell phone and asked Zhou Xiu: "Add me WeChat."

Zhou Xiu's brows wrinkled slightly, and Xi Shaoyuan couldn't wait for her to disappear completely. He hated that even the WeChat account would not be given.

How could you still send her study materials so kindly?

Xi Shaoyuan took out his mobile phone, put it on the desktop, and tapped it remindingly.

Zhou Xiucai slowly took out his phone and scanned his account.

Xi Shaoyuan dinged and passed a lot of information to Zhou Xiu. Rumor has it that Zhou Xiu's smart phone bought for thousands of dollars almost got stuck.

Xi Shaoyuan asked, "Are all the apples sold?"

Zhou Xiu nodded.

The remarks that Xi Shaoyuan commented made the tidbits and Yu Qingyan's knees inexplicably painful.

After the tidbits were exposed mercilessly by Xi Shaoyuan, he said: "I thought it would be useful to write more difficult topics. Next time Xiuxiu, I will ask a foreign teacher to give you some test papers."

Yu Qingyan looked over to see Zhou Xiu's screen: "Sister Xu, no need. Yuan Shao gave her a lot of information."

Yuan Shao took the initiative to ask Xiuxiu to add his WeChat account.

Although it was entrusted by the monitor, Yuan Shaoneng's step was incredible. Yu Qingyan had to work hard to become one of Xi Shaoyuan's list.

Yu Qingyan looked at Zhou Xiu enviously.

After Xi Shaoyuan passed the information, he neatly put away the phone and left.

Zhou Xiu went to the copy room of the library and printed out part of the materials passed by Xi Shaoyuan.

She took the surviving test paper, and began to look at it seriously.

Yu Qingyan: "..."

Although I am a little envious of Xiuxiu being tutored by Shao Yuan personally, but seeing her being thrown away with a few G's study materials, what is going on inexplicably painful?

Yu Qingyan didn't want this kind of counseling at all.

Zhou Xiu found that the information Xi Shaoyuan gave was phased and organized. Many even start from the phonetic transcription part of junior high school, starting from the simple grammar of junior high school.

Zhou Xiu looked unexpectedly smooth, not struggling at all.

She made up for the knowledge of English in junior high school before packing up her schoolbags and leaving the library.

Before leaving the library, Zhou Xiu glanced at the phone and found that Xi Shaoyuan had transferred her an account, +10,000, to note the money for the meal.

Zhou Xiu suddenly understood the purpose of Xi Shaoyuan's initiative to ask her to WeChat.

Zhou Cheng once invited him to the house for two meals and entertained him, but those two meals were also Zhou Cheng's wish.

Zhou Xiu didn't order the money and left a message: "Dad entertained you just to thank you."

After Zhou Xiu sent the message, she deleted the dialog box.

Xi Shaoyuan took out his mobile phone when he returned home and found that Zhou Xiu hadn't accepted the transfer. He stared at Zhou Xiu's news for a long time and turned off the screen.

…

During the New Year, Zhou Cheng did not go home and angered Granny Zhou in the countryside.

She called from her hometown in the country and trained Zhou Cheng all day. Zhou Cheng Wei promised to um, um, not dare to refute it.

"You have forgotten how I got a big pee. I was carrying you to see a doctor in the winter because I was treating you and your eldest brother and second brother had no books to read." Granny Zhou counted the events of the year.

Counting them can evoke Zhou Cheng's guilt.

"Boss, how much did you earn this month?" Aunt Zhou asked.

Zhou Cheng hesitated for a while, just about to report the number honestly, Liu Mei squeezed him, and she answered the phone and said, "Two thousand yuan."

Now it’s no longer a problem for Zhou Cheng and his wife to have a monthly net profit of over ten thousand noodles. They wake up early every day and get up to prepare food before dawn. They will not close the stall until 7 or 8 in the evening.

Aunt Zhou had no doubt about it, and a job of 2,000 yuan was already considered a high income in her eyes. She said: "Boss, you want to keep the money with me. You have to spend money everywhere in the city. If you don't give it to me, you won't be able to save money for a year."

"I give you five hundred yuan for living expenses every month."

In such a big city, what can a family do with a monthly living allowance of 500 yuan?

Rao is the honest Zhou Cheng and Liu Meiju are silent.

"Five hundred yuan is not enough." Liu Mei said.

Liu Mei was soft and hard. After a long time, Granny Zhou promised to give 800 yuan. Granny Zhou said grinningly: "The eldest daughter-in-law, I know you are not as conscientious as you used to be. You don't have a son. Do you know who you will rely on to hold the ashes in a hundred years?"

"Akai and Afeng are your roots. If you don't pay for them, do you waste money on that money-losing guy—"

Zhou Xiu put down the rag for wiping the table, adjusted the volume of the phone to 0, and finally was able to do housework quietly.

Although Zhou Cheng couldn't hear it, he kept responding "umhhhh", indicating that he was still listening to the phone.

After the call was finally hung up, Zhou Cheng put out one thousand two hundred yuan and said: "Xiuer's mother is still smart."

Liu Mei sighed deeply: "One thousand two hundred yuan is too much."

Xiu'er's tuition is far from enough. Rents, stall rents, food expenses, deductions here and there are deductions, wherever you can save money to pay tuition.

But they still have to pay and wait for the first year to go to the bank to transfer money. If you don't send money, Granny Zhou will be so angry that she will come to the city to find them.

Although Zhou Xiu felt distressed for the money thrown into the water for nothing, but this time, the bun-like parents finally had a sense of consciousness, and she couldn't help raising her eyebrows.

Zhou Cheng looked at his daughter in silence and touched her head, "It's okay, Xiu'er."

"Dad will pay you the tuition."

Zhou Xiu never expected her parents to pay her tuition. She said, "I have a scholarship."

"That will save you too."

…

As school approached, Zhou Xiu still went to the noodle stall to help his parents collect money. After a period of correction, Zhou Cheng and Liu Mei gradually did not collect the wrong money.

The young white-collar workers in the nearby office building still did not change their tastes, and came to visit Zhou Cheng's business twice a day.

Zhou Cheng's Jinsi Noodles are sold at a reasonable price, with a good taste, and the ingredients are conscientious. Many repeat customers. The surrounding residents love to patronize his business.

The little white-collar worker asked Zhou Cheng, "Is the boss your daughter like this?" He pointed to Zhou Xiu who was doing homework. When there were no guests, she would stand on a small bench and ran to the corner to do homework, which was pitiful.

The children nowadays are not the heart of their parents, and they are raised like the little emperor in the family. They can't do a little work at ordinary times, let alone come out to help their parents every day on vacation.

Zhou Cheng said with satisfaction: "Yes, she did very well in school. She is often the top three in the class."

"She always worried about my bad feet,"

The white-collar workers also wanted to shoot Zhou Xiu, and asked Zhou Cheng, saying that the income generated by the video can be evenly divided. Zhou Cheng has no concept of portrait rights at all. He said happily: "Just take pictures."

But this time the little white-collar candid shots were not so lucky. He was discovered by Zhou Xiu as soon as he turned on the camera. Zhou Xiu frowned and asked him to hand over the phone.

He called out to show Zhou Xiu the video he had taken before. Zhou Xiu saw the photo of Tan Ming when he first came to help, and said:

"My classmate shouldn't like being photographed."

He called up a comment to show Zhou Xiu, "No, no, I didn't want to take him. They like you."

All the regrets in the comments: "How did the original videos have been deleted?"

"Fog Grass, it's a big man."

"Xueba will start a live broadcast of homework, I will definitely watch it."

"It's really good to see the heroine do her homework. It's poisonous..."

Zhou Xiu still didn't want to be photographed, so she declined him.

After returning home, the system suddenly said: [Junior, please open a live broadcast to do your homework. 】

It has found a reasonable way to distribute rewards.

Zhou Xiu had nothing to do and was willing to accompany the system to mess around. She registered an account and turned on the camera. The screen was completely filled with test papers, and only one hand was exposed, holding a pen, constantly writing test papers.

After a while, [ding—10,000 rewards are credited. 】

At the same time, Zhou Xiu's live broadcast room received a reward of 20,000 yuan from a user with the ID "YH". Zhou Xiu went to see the money box she used to save money, and it was 10,000 yuan less.

The anchor’s reward income is divided into 5:5 with the live broadcast platform, which is 20,000 yuan in rewards. In the end, only 10,000 yuan was entered into Zhou Xiu’s account.

"YH" is the abbreviation of Yinhe, and the system is called "Yinhe Hanmen Fund Support Association". Zhou Xiu understood it after only a glance. This account is it.

The system calmly said: [In the future, you can withdraw money and use it openly. 】

Zhou Xiu’s parents don’t have to work so hard anymore.

Zhou Xiu said, took out the biology and mathematics Olympiad papers that could not be finished during the winter vacation, and brushed them one by one.

A few wild fans gradually came to the live broadcast room of Zhou Xiu's homework. After watching it for a while, they were forced away by esoteric topics.

At night, the number of fans who strayed in gradually increased.

[Fuck, I squatted for three hours on purpose. I came to see it before lunch. Now it's dinner and the anchor is still broadcasting. 】

[I just want to ask, is the cpu of the anchor's brain okay? Is it hot? 】

[This is last year's biological league question, ah, ah, shit, do you guys participate in the league together this year? 】

[No, I'm the only one who is paying attention. Is the accuracy rate of her questions amazing? 】

I saw a test paper in front of the camera, holding a pen in one hand, writing slowly. Sometimes paused, sometimes struggling to write quickly. Think for a while and quickly write down the answer. When faced with a problem, no matter how long the card is, the problem will always be solved in the end. The hand and pen are always there. Seven or eight Chinese geniuses can remember in one second

This concentration is really a rare one in a hundred miles. After writing a copy, I wrote a copy. I continued to write for several hours, only to leave in the middle to rest a few times.

Zhou Xiu didn't know what was happening in the live broadcast room. She didn't care after it opened at noon. She glanced at the clock, turned off the live broadcast and went to take a bath and sleep.

The system slowly falls:

[Ding—The accuracy rate of the test papers in the Biology League is 80%, and the reward is 200RMB. 】

…Seven-eight Chinese debut

[Ding—The accuracy rate of the test papers in the Biology League is 80%, and the reward is 200RMB. 】

This time Zhou Xiu was written in a closed book, without reading books or asking for help from teachers and friends.