Chapter 4, not worth it

Class monitor, please allow me to take a break

The young students were all very excited to receive the new books. I casually flipped through them and thought, "Hmph, they are all pretty much the same. The education bureau won't change after decades, which is just convenient for me. I was initially worried about some educational reform, but now I don't have to worry. At least I can sleep until high school.

He looked utterly surprised, squatted down to pat my head, and said gently, "It doesn't hurt at all, with Xiao Cha saying this, it doesn't hurt one bit."

Little tea, little tea?

Uncle Zhong glanced at me twice in the rearview mirror and said, "Your mother, you know, back when your mother and father were dating, none of us knew about it. Later, when he brought you back, it really scared us all. I heard that your mother passed away after giving birth to you, and I don't even know what her name was, but it should be Lin."

What troubles me the most is the numerous posts, a large number of classmates' condolences, and also the criticisms directed at Luo Yihong. However, among them, I did not see Xiao Yan's message

Aunt Wu was taken aback, probably not understanding how a child as young as I was could use a computer when I barely recognized a few characters. However, she still smiled gently and said, "There is only one computer in the young master's study at home; let me ask if you can use it." After saying this, she turned around to make a phone call. After a few affirmations, she said to me, "The young master said you can use anything in the room as long as you don't damage it. Aunt Wu will now open the door for you."

Fortunately, I am a commoner; I even want to laugh in my sleep

I hesitated for a long time over the QQ icon, and finally gritted my teeth and clicked on the icon to log in. I skillfully entered my number and password, not forgetting to check the invisible login option below. I can hardly imagine what those classmates I had added in the past would think if they suddenly saw a QQ account that should have belonged to a deceased person light up.

How can this be considered insufficient... He can still eat, drink, and live, but I... I am dead

Learning the things I have already studied, enduring such tedious days, I still have to go through six years, no, nine years of this. Isn't that too terrifying

Isn't he the one who injured his hand

With three beeps, I entered QQ

After getting in the car, Uncle Zhong started the vehicle. I noticed he kept glancing at the rearview mirror, so I turned around and unexpectedly saw that luxurious Porsche, with Luo Yihong driving behind us

Alright, that concludes the introduction of our class's small group leaders. Let's give them a round of applause

Upon returning home, I got out of the car. The security guard drove away Luo Yihong's vehicle. He deliberately stepped aside, smiling as he allowed me to enter first. I glanced at his left hand, which was wrapped in bandages, resembling a boxing glove.

Oh, oh. Teacher Bian wiped his sweat, and this matter was just brushed aside.

Little Cha is so beautiful, she should be the cultural committee member

Having spoken, he turned and entered the room, his hand still frozen in place

Ah, what a wonderful mother

I glance at the boy next to me; he is so excited that his face is flushed, and his little pretty face is all puffed up

Having obtained the books, I stuffed them all into the drawer and continued to doze off, while the other classmates neatly arranged their books on the desk, as if stacking the books would make them smarter.

In the afternoon after school, I walked out of the school gate and reached the intersection, where Uncle Zhong was waiting. The surrounding children, upon seeing their parents, jumped up excitedly and rushed over, while I moved slowly. As I saw Uncle Zhong getting closer, a sudden sense of desolation filled my heart

Why is Xiao Cha not serving as a class leader

During dinner, Luo Yihong did not eat with us; he simply took me home before heading out to a banquet. Without him across from me, my appetite was excellent, and I enjoyed my meal thoroughly, finishing two large bowls. I cast my eyes toward the study on the second floor

I jumped off the stool: "Let me go up together."

I clenched my fists; my death is truly not worth it! For the first time in my life, getting involved in others' affairs has cost me my life. How utterly foolish!

It is likely that the blog of the deceased instills a sense of dread; apart from expressions of mourning, I did not find any meaningful words. I flipped through the blog several times but could not locate any significant comments. After some reflection, I felt a sense of emotion and, under the guise of a visitor, wrote on Zhong Xiaocha's message board: "Xiaocha, may you rest well"

Then it is truly Lin Yan

The cultural committee member is not a model; what use is beauty! I gave him a light knock on the head and turned to Teacher Bian, saying, "Teacher, I don't know anything; I am willing to learn from the cultural committee member!"

Now I would like to announce the list of class committee members. Teacher Bian smiled and said, "These students are all very talented children that I have come to know. I believe they will certainly do well. Now I announce the positions: Class Monitor, Shen Lang; Vice Class Monitor, Zhan Tiantian; Academic Committee Member, Fang Fang..."

Class leader Shen Lang

I may not be particularly intelligent, but my examination skills are quite good, and I have not neglected any of the subjects I needed to learn

For me, the first-grade homework is simply an insult to my intelligence; I don't even want to pick up a pen. However, thinking it over, I realize I shouldn't appear too rebellious, so I completed it very seriously and began to ponder what I could do.

After some thought, I realized that I should ultimately behave like a child and not be too tough. So, I hesitantly walked towards him, staring at his left hand, and asked, "... um, does it still hurt?"

Cut it out, you have projected your words meant for your mistress onto me. Your morals are severely lacking, not even sparing a six-year-old girl! I scoffed and nodded, saying, "Then let it be this way."

This time, Shen Lang appeared very spirited. He looked at me, slumped over the table, with confusion and anxiety, and he poked me vigorously: "Xiao Cha, Xiao Cha, wake up quickly, the teacher is coming!"

Luo Yihong's study is large and luxurious, entirely of the extravagant type. He usually comes home from work just to sleep and goes out to party at night. I cannot figure out for whom this study is actually designed. Fortunately, there is a computer here connected to the internet. After I turned on the computer and had the housekeeper connect it, once everyone had left, my hand holding the mouse actually trembled a bit.

I waved my hand: "Come if you want to."

The year he had the accident, he was still so young, watching his best friend just... This will be a shadow over his life. Now he doesn't even dare to walk by the river, usually not willing to extend his left hand. When he sees someone sitting on the railing by the river, he sometimes can't help but go up and advise them... That year, he almost went mad... Sigh... Uncle Zhong sighed deeply, "Although that child from the Zhong family is more pitiful, isn't it enough that the young master has received such punishment?" When he sees someone sitting on the railing by the river, he sometimes can't help but go up and advise them... That year, he almost went mad... Sigh... Uncle Zhong sighed deeply, "Although that child from the Zhong family is more pitiful, isn't it enough that the young master has received such punishment?"

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What astonishes me is not the position of class monitor, but rather what lies behind this list

Ah?

Uncle Zhong glanced at me through the rearview mirror and coughed, saying, "Miss, the young master must come to pick you up; what else can we do"

Oh? Class monitor, is there any issue?

I then opened my own blog

On the second day at school, I was even more exhausted than on the first day

For the first time, I find elementary school students so difficult to handle that I don't even want to say anything and just wave my hand

Teacher Bian entered and began distributing the books

"The young master has never let his injuries delay any matters." Uncle Zhong paused, contemplating, and said, "Miss, after all, he is your father. He has done a lot for you. Both your parents are abroad, and your mother has passed away. You are the only family he has here... Moreover, he has had a difficult time all these years"

Forcing us to make a choice, shall we be prodigies or squander our youth

I remain silent; it is not easy for him; he deserves it! Who told him to recklessly push things around.

"Aunt Wu, may I use the computer?"

The sound of clapping echoed.

I had been feeling gloomy for quite some time, and it was only when I was almost home that I remembered: "Uncle Zhong, who is my mother?"

What did she actually experience after my death m. hetushu. comcom

Before my death, QQ and other communication tools had already become prevalent. I even stylishly created a blog for myself and was once addicted to online games, forcing myself to resist the urge to open QQ. I first opened some well-known websites, and as I looked at the drastically changed pages, my mind went blank. In the information age, being out of touch for six years felt like a tremendous failure. As I gazed at the international situations and reports in the news that I completely did not understand, my breathing became somewhat rapid.

I cannot say more, nor do I know what to say. At this moment, my thoughts could probably fill a book. All the words and sentiments condense into a single phrase: Farewell, Xiao Cha, my past

Shen Lang snorted and fell silent

Shen Lang pouted: "Xiao Cha, why are you unwilling to be a class officer?"

Why is he following?

I stiffly pulled him down, sweating profusely, truly unsure whether to call this kid lewd or simply ignorant. Does he think this is the era of big-character posters?

Shen Lang suddenly raised his hand: "Teacher, I have a question!"

First-grade children regard their teacher as a deity, while I, a seasoned veteran who has endured ten years of hard study, seem like an alien to them. I have no interest in sitting up straight; all I want to do now is sleep

There are very few people on my blog; at that time, not many were playing on computers, and even fewer had the interest to browse others' blogs. I estimate that no more than ten people knew about my blog. I never expected that six years have passed, and my blog has surprisingly not been deactivated, still maintaining its original, somewhat rustic and artistic layout, with my last piece of writing still posted on it.