The climate in March is relaxed and comfortable, the willow trees on both sides of the road are budding, and the green leaves add a touch of vitality to the city

Ye Qinghe looked out the window casually, and in his sight, a small pink electric donkey passed by. With a blink of his eyes, he vaguely felt that the cyclist was a little familiar, as if... he was at the same table, Shen Zhou?

The car slowly stopped at the school gate, Ye Qinghe put away his thoughts, carried his schoolbag, picked up the bag and got out of the car.

Entering the key class, Ye Qinghe saw Shen Zhou who was arranging the table with no expression on his face.

He pursed his lips and went over to pull out the chair and sit down.

"Good morning, classmate Shen Zhou."

Shen Zhou was cold and indifferent, as if he hadn't heard his greeting.

Ye Qinghe had long been accustomed to the attitude of the same table, and did not feel angry at all.

"School uniform for you." Ye Qinghe put the bag over, "wash it clean, put it on later, or the teacher will scold you."

Monday is Flag Raising Day, and the school stipulates that every student must wear a school uniform. Anyone who violates the rules will definitely be criticized by the school.

Shen Zhou took out his school uniform coat. His wrinkled coat had already been washed clean, ironed neatly without any wrinkles, and there was an unknown scent on it, which was very faint and very pleasant.

He looked at the school uniform for a long time and didn't return to his senses.

"Ye Ya told me, she said thank you big brother for helping her."

Leaf buds?

A dirty little face appeared in Shen Zhou's mind.

It looks like she is back.

Shen Zhou was relieved.

"That..." Ye Qinghe leaned closer, "Can you tell me where you found Ya Ya?"

Shen Zhou put on his coat, lowered his eyebrows, and said in a distant tone, "It depends on where you lost her."

There was malice in his words, undisguised malice.

Ye Qinghe knew that he had misunderstood.

But it is also understandable that anyone who sees Ye Ya's appearance at that time will be misunderstood.

"Thank you again, classmate Shen Zhou." Ye Qinghe sighed and got up to go out for morning exercises.

After the morning class was over, Shen Zhou was suddenly called to the office by the head teacher. Ye Qinghe happened to be entering to get the study materials. When he saw Shen Zhou, he stopped and stood silently behind the door.

"Teacher, did you call me?"

The teacher at the desk raised his head, "Sit down."

Shen Zhou sat quietly on the chair in front of her.

The head teacher looked at the taciturn, thin and tall boy with a little pity, and after sighing heavily, he said, "That's it, the husband who has been supporting you contacted me yesterday. For some special reasons, he is going to cancel the funding for you. …”

Shen Zhou's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and fell down slowly and lost.

He and his younger brother are from out of province and cannot attend public schools in the city.

Later, a well-meaning person found out about his deeds and provided him with financial support for his studies and life, so that he could go to this private key middle school with peace of mind, and even found a good kindergarten for his brother.

For the past two years, the sponsor has been contacting him through the school. He does not know the name of the other party, nor the age of the other party, but only remembers the good things he did.

He was grateful and remembered every bit.

"I see, thank you teacher for telling me." Shen Zhou sat up from his chair, bowed deeply to the head teacher, and turned to leave the class.

He looked confused and didn't notice Ye Qinghe who was eavesdropping on the corner.

When Shen Zhou went downstairs, Ye Qinghe knocked on the door and entered.

"Teacher, I'll get the materials."

The head teacher handed over a thick pile of materials.

After taking the materials, Ye Qinghe didn't leave. He hesitated for a few seconds and asked, "Shen Zhou...is there no sponsors now?"

The teacher nodded and smiled at him: "Why are you asking this?"

Ye Qinghe pondered for a moment, took a deep breath and looked at the head teacher, his voice was firm and powerful: "Teacher, can I sponsor classmate Shen Zhou?"

puff!

The sip of tea that the head teacher had just sipped out instantly.

Ye Qinghe put on Zhang Qingjun's small face and said solemnly: "I will give as much as the sponsor gave me..." No, it seems to be a little small. Usually, Shen Zhou doesn't seem to be full or warm, and he still has a pair of Seeing malnourished, Ye Qinghe immediately changed his tune, "Five times."

The head teacher thinks that these children are too naive. Do they really think that sponsoring cats and dogs is the same?

She put down the teacup and shook her head helplessly, and said earnestly, "The teacher knows that you are kind, but this is not a family game. How can you, a child, have the money to support those brothers."

Ye Qinghe, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth and had no concept of money, frowned: "Do you want a lot of money?"

"Yeah." The teacher nodded, "It will cost hundreds of thousands if not hundreds of thousands in a few years. They are still renting their house now. Although they rent it in Shijin Cave, the monthly rent seems to be three or four hundred."

Shijindong belongs to the slum area of ​​Longcheng. The Tongzi Towers are row by row. The space is small and the population is dense. Most of the people living there are foreigners who come to work and make a living, or the elderly who are physically disabled and helpless. The place was dirty and messy, there were a lot of gangsters, and there were a lot of thieves, because it was so chaotic that even the government didn't bother to take care of it.

The head teacher felt sorry for Shen Zhou.

He is smart and diligent. He would have had a good front brocade, but he was born in such a family and has such a group of relatives.

Hearing that it was only a few hundred thousand, Ye Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, "It turned out that it only cost a few hundred thousand to subsidize Shen Zhou."

if only……

if only? ? ? ?

Confused, the head teacher heard the boy's voice again: "My dad will save me pocket money. I haven't counted the exact amount, but there are always 10 million. Teacher, do you think I can sponsor classmate Shen Zhou?"

His expression was serious, his eyebrows were serious, and ten million came out of his mouth as easily as saying one or two hundred.

slap.

The teacup in the head teacher's hand was broken.

Looking at the head teacher's shocked expression, Ye Qinghe scratched his face embarrassedly: "My family seems to have a little money..." ←, Ye Qinghe, the son of the richest man, said.

The head teacher recovered for a long time.

Ye Qinghe is excellent in academics and has a docile personality. Because he is too smart and sensible, he will not make people worry, but will be ignored by teachers. Thinking about it carefully, he usually goes in and out by car. Although the clothes he wears are not branded, the materials are not bad at first glance. In addition, he is proficient in musical instruments and fluent in English. He once showed his dancing talent in front of the whole class.

Such a child, at first glance, looks like a well-off family...

"Sorry, Qinghe, the teacher knows your good intentions, but apart from money, there are other requirements for sponsors. If you definitely want to sponsor Shen Zhou, you can ask your parents to come forward." Children are very playful, and now it may be a momentary fun , going back and changing his mind again is undoubtedly not a kind of harm to Shen Zhou.

Ye Qinghe thought for a moment, then took out his mobile phone and dialed his father in front of the teacher.

After the phone rang a few times, a male voice came: "Hello, Mr. Ye is not very convenient to answer the phone now."

"I'm looking for my dad." Ye Qinghe said directly, not giving the other party a chance to hang up.

After a long silence, the call was handed over to another person.

"Hey."

The man's hoarse voice came through the microphone, a clear and light word, but it revealed a strong sense of oppression.

"Dad, I want to find you something."

Ye Linchuan said two words in a deep voice: "You say it."

"I want to anonymously sponsor my classmates to go to school, but the teacher said that only parents can do it."

Ye Linchuan didn't ask any further questions, and agreed directly: "Okay, I'll arrange for an assistant to handle it later. If you have any needs or requests, you can go to him directly." After a while, "Is there anything else?"

"No more." Ye Qinghe hung up the phone and looked at the sluggish head teacher with a smile, "Thank you, teacher, I hope the teacher can keep it a secret from classmate Shen Zhou." After that, he walked away with the information in his arms.

The head teacher sat in the seat with a mysterious face.

——Damn, why does she feel like she is being bullied by the bully president? !

——Still such a small overbearing president!