Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

After returning from class, Yun Si sat back in her seat.

This class was mathematics. She had just sat down when Teacher Lin walked in from the door.

Yun Si opened the math textbook and then glanced at the person next to her.

He raised his little hand and pulled her up again.

Song Jing's hands felt small, full of bones and no flesh.

Yun Si squeezed his finger, and then successfully got him to move in response.

He didn't fall asleep, he just stayed on his stomach.

I didn’t listen to the class, and all my books were stuffed on the desk.

Yun Si turned her pen and looked at him.

"Aren't you going to listen to the class?" she asked in a low voice.

The little boy slowly turned his head and stared at her.

He pursed his lips slightly, and his soft eyes trembled, feeling incredibly warm.

The teacher was lecturing up there, but he seemed to be in a daze.

Staring at her, shaking his head,

"Can't understand"

He answered slowly, his eyes pure.

Yun Si was stunned for a moment, a little surprised,

Jiu Ge, who has always been knowledgeable, will one day be unable to understand simple mathematics in elementary school?

"Don't you understand at all?" she asked again in a low voice.

He lowered his eyes and hummed softly.

The little hands seemed to tighten unconsciously, tightening her even more.

Yun Si was silent for a moment and looked at the blackboard.

"Then I'll teach you."

She squeezed his hand and said softly.

For several days, Yun Si discovered that Song Jing really didn't understand anything.

In the first grade of primary school, you only need to learn two subjects: Chinese and mathematics, which are very simple subjects.

In addition, Sunshine Primary School is a key primary school in the city, and the teachers there are very good in class.

As long as you study hard, you can usually get a few dozen points on the exam.

But Song Jing just couldn't understand anything.

Even the simplest calculation of two plus three requires a long period of silence and counting on one's fingers before one can calculate it.

The teacher in the class progresses quickly and cannot wait for him alone.

So over time, Song Jing couldn't understand it and simply stopped listening.

He was alone, sitting in the corner, in a daze every day.

I stayed until school was over in the afternoon, then carried my schoolbag and went home alone.

None of his classmates played with him, and he didn't seem to care either.

The homework handed in every day is blank, and there is often unknown oil stains on it.

Moreover, new pinch marks appear on his arms every day.

One after another, over and over again, the wounds on my hands never healed.

Yun Si saw this and silently clenched her fists.

On this day, I came home from school.

After Yun Si said goodbye to Song Jing, she returned home.

After taking off her schoolbag, she walked into the room and took out a piece of paper from the bottom of the drawer.

On the paper, there is a location written on it, as well as a series of phone numbers.

Yun Si took the paper and quickly disappeared into the room, leaving no trace.

Not long after, she appeared in a casino and turned into an extremely ordinary-looking waiter.

She held the wine tray and strode towards the direction of the casino where the crowd was the largest.

In the middle of the extremely crowded crowd, a man with a stubble on his face and a very drunk man was still shouting and placing bets.

"Big-big-big-open it for me-"

"I paid 100,000 yuan, I will definitely get my money back!!"

The drunken man was suddenly forcibly dragged out by a stiff force.

"Damn it - who is it!"

He burped drunkenly and was already delirious.

I felt like the world was spinning and I couldn't find the north, south, east or west.

"Shhh"

He met a pair of extremely strange blood eyes, full of fire, like a ghost.

"Go and do something for your son, Song Zhiqiang."