Li Anran didn't have much education, but she knew that as long as Zhang Anqi studied well, she wouldn't have to work so hard like her in the future.
As a parent, it didn't matter if it was hard, as long as the child had a good life.
Therefore, even if Zhang Anqi was angry at her for drinking with her, although Li Anran only lectured Zhang Anqi verbally, she was especially concerned about Zhang Anqi in her heart.
She made a lot of money from drinking, but except for the money to pay off debts, the rest was spent on Zhang Anqi.
Even if Zhang Anqi's father ran away with debts, Zhang Anqi's clothing, food, housing, and transportation were not particularly different from before except for the change in her quality of life.
On the contrary, Li Anran, in order to give as much money as possible to Zhang Anqi, except for the clothes she wore when she was drinking, she could wear more than one set at home for a year. In order to save money, she applied the cheapest makeup on her face.
Li Anran might not be a good woman in the strict sense, but she was definitely a good mother.
Jiujiu looked at Li Anran, who was looking at her in surprise. After pursing her lips, she said, "Honey water detoxifies the alcohol. Drink it and you will feel better tomorrow."
Hearing Jiujiu's words of concern, Li Anran's originally surprised face was simply filled with shock. After a long time, he returned to his senses and glanced at Jiujiu before drinking the honey water in one gulp.
Watching Li Anran drink the honey water, Jiujiu got up and mixed the water in the hot water bottle with warm water. She took the makeup remover oil and cotton pad to remove Li Anran's makeup.
During the whole process, Li Anran was like a well-behaved primary school student, letting Jiujiu remove the heavy makeup on her face, revealing a face that was too pale because of long-term makeup.
Jiujiu removed Li Anran's makeup and handed the facial cleanser to Li Anran to let her wash her face.
Li Anran was particularly well-behaved and washed her face with warm water.
After Li Anran washed her face, Jiujiu handed Li Anran a glass of honey water. After watching Li Anran drink it, she helped Li Anran to bed. Then she turned off the light and went to sleep.
Jiujiu woke up at six o 'clock the next day. There was still more than an hour to go to school.
Jiujiu first used the rice cooker to cook some millet porridge. She wrote a small note and put it on the table. Then, she casually ate a steamed bun and carried her schoolbag to school.
It had been half a year since Zhang Anqi's father went bankrupt.
In the past six months, Zhang Anqi, who was just a child, had seen the fickleness of human nature.
The little girls who used to follow her around and compliment her all day long gave her the cold shoulder. The little boys who used to flatter her and say that they liked her began to talk about her behind her back. They even asked her how much a night was in front of her.
Because of this, Zhang Anqi couldn't sleep at night, and her grades began to decline. Now, she had fallen from first place to more than 100 places.
Moreover, her results were still declining.
Teachers liked good students, but they didn't like a person who changed from a good student to a bad student. Zhang Anqi not only changed from a good student to a bad student, but because of her mother's identity as a hostess, the teacher especially disliked her.
Therefore, Zhang Anqi was an existence that the teachers didn't like in school, and the students didn't like.
Junior high school students had to stay in school for seven to eight hours every day. Living in such an atmosphere every day, Zhang Anqi would be driven crazy sooner or later.
Because she helped Li Anran cook and clean up the house today, Jiujiu just stepped into the classroom when the bell rang.
The homeroom teacher, who had arrived at the classroom early, frowned again when he saw Jiujiu's situation. He cursed in his heart, "Black sheep!
In fact, in the beginning, the class teacher liked Zhang Anqi very much.
She had a good family background, good looks, good grades, and can play the piano. Who didn't like such a good student?
But with Zhang Anqi's father's bankruptcy and her mother's helplessness to choose to be a hostess, Zhang Anqi's grades continued to decline. The class teacher didn't think of talking to Zhang Anqi. Instead, she began to despise Zhang Anqi like everyone else.
The class teacher may not be stupid enough to diss Zhang Anqi openly like other students, but there were a lot of hidden rejection. Every time there was something unpleasant in the class, the class teacher first thought of Zhang Anqi.
She even asked Zhang Anqi to run five kilometers when she knew that Zhang Anqi had mild asthma.
After Zhang Anqi refused because of her asthma, the class teacher reprimanded Zhang Anqi in front of the whole class.
What did the class teacher say?
Others can do it, but you can't. Is being sick an excuse? No, you are sick because your body is too weak. Running is exercise. It is exercise to make your body better. Don't use being sick as an excuse. That won't make me understand you. It will only make me think that you are pretentious.
The class teacher didn't mention a name, but how could the people in the class not know that the class teacher was talking about Zhang Anqi?
Because of this, Zhang Anqi, who was already struggling in the class, had reached the point where she couldn't move an inch.
The class teacher may only think that she was teaching a bad student a lesson, but she didn't know how much damage her actions had done to the young Zhang Anqi.
Maybe she knew, but because this person wasn't her, she didn't care about it. She didn't care, so she could hurt Zhang Anqi at will.
Jiujiu just sat down in her seat, and she heard the group leader of her group, Wang Yuan, say, "Zhang Anqi, you are late again. Today, you are punished to wipe the blackboard."
In the past, Zhang Anqi didn't want to go to school every day because Li Anran was an escort, so she was often late. The class used this as an excuse to keep Zhang Anqi wiping the blackboard.
After a semester, Zhang Anqi almost wiped the blackboard in the class.
In the past, Zhang Anqi felt inferior because of Li Anran's escort, so as long as someone asked her to wipe the blackboard, she would agree directly.
However, the person who would agree was Zhang Anqi, not Jiujiu.
Jiujiu wasn't the Zhang Anqi who felt inferior because of her mother's work. Therefore, for Wang Yuan's request, Jiujiu refused without raising her eyelids. "I'm not on duty today. I won't wipe it."
In the past, as long as Wang Yuan asked, Zhang Anqi would agree directly, so she thought that Jiujiu would also agree today. Suddenly, she was rejected by Jiujiu. Wang Yuan was stunned and immediately became angry.
"Zhang Anqi, you are shameless. You are late and you don't wipe the blackboard. You are really like your mother. If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked."
After Wang Yuan finished speaking, her mouth was even more dirty. "You are late every day. Are you like your mother …"
Before Wang Yuan could finish speaking, Jiujiu gave her a tight slap.
Wang Yuan didn't expect Jiujiu to slap her. Her face was slapped to the side by Jiujiu, and there was still a lingering shock in her eyes.
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