Walking the Path of a Workaholic in Cliché Novels (QT) Chapter 99

Combining the original owner’s memory with the points provided in the plot, he found a good opportunity: “The original’s father filed for divorce, and it seems to have happened recently.”

It seemed that on a Monday night, the original owner’s father and mother went to the old house to discuss divorce. A group of He family members were there, including the intolerant grandfather. The original owner’s father wanted to have a second wife, but the original owner’s mother would rather divorce, so they came to the old house to make a scene, and finally they really divorced, which led to the matter of the “stepmother”. If he wanted to deal with her at the source, that day would be a good opportunity.

“Xiao Qi, it’s a rainy Monday, please keep an eye on it for me.”

“OK.”

When most of the students had left, An Yinong returned to the classroom. He was in the corner, which was strange because the original owner was only of average height.

In fact, this was the arrangement made by his English teacher, who was also his future stepmother. She placed him here and surrounded him with a few people who did not study in class or made trouble, making it even more difficult for the original owner to study with peace of mind.

The worse the original owner performed, the more opportunities she would find to contact the original owner’s scumbag father He Chengjue.

“He Tiantong is back? I thought your desk was too plain, so I drew something on it for you. Don’t thank me.” A student shouted at him with a smile. It turned out that the original owner’s desk was already filled with patterns drawn in black pen.

An Yinong squinted and looked at the table without saying a word. They thought that this young master who couldn’t take a joke was going to fly into a rage again, but An Yinong just walked over to take a closer look, then put down the comic in his hand and picked up a pen. With just a few strokes, the irregular graffiti became a bamboo forest under the moonlight. A wooden house could be vaguely seen in the bamboo forest, and a figure was leaning on the bamboo and playing the flute.

“Wow.” This move was so cool that the students around were stunned.

“Amazing! You are so good at drawing, young master?”

“Even more handsome than in my comics! You said you wanted to be a cartoonist, weren’t you kidding?”

The classmate who had drawn on An Yinong’s desk earlier couldn’t help but move closer and put a hand on An Yinong’s shoulder: “You’re really awesome! Hey, draw me a picture of a big guy smoking a cigarette.”

“Do you like that? Unfortunately, I don’t like it very much.” An Yinong held the other person’s wrist and slapped it away, then sat down in his own seat.

“If we were friends, it wouldn’t matter if I drew you a big boss with dragon tattoos all over his body. But you always cause trouble for me, and I’m very unhappy. How could I still draw for you?” An Yinong’s words were very impolite, but his voice was less fierce.

“Can you really draw a guy with dragon tattoos all over his body?” This person’s focus had completely gone astray. “Don’t be so stingy. Draw one for me.”

“Are you my friend and I want to draw for you?”

“Friends? Aren’t we friends now?…Okay, okay, tomorrow weekend I’ll take you to the ice house to eat ice cream. There’s a little sister there, she’s super hot.”

For a drawing, this man was really persistent. He strangled An Yinong’s arm with his own, as if they were really good brothers and good friends.

From the original owner’s memory, the boy who deliberately painted his desk was not a school bully. There were many reasons for his hatred with the original owner. First of all, the original owner was not very happy after transferring here. He ignored everyone, his grades were not good, and his relationship with his classmates was average.

Secondly, this person deserved it. He nicknamed the original owner “Dear Young Master” and often harassed him with small notes. The original owner was so angry that he reported the other party for secretly reading inappropriate magazines in class. In the end, the magazines were confiscated and he had to write a letter of apology. However, the most embarrassing thing was probably that he was chased to school and beaten by his father.

After that, the relationship between the two became even worse. However, the original owner did not seem to hate him very much. On the contrary, he envied this person. He also had poor grades, so why did this person have such a good relationship with others and was happy and worry-free every day? He was even a little jealous.

“Don’t you hate me? You call me little master every day and throw little paper balls at me.”

“Uhh…” He scratched his hair.

“I know the truth.” The man was betrayed by a classmate in the front row, “Ah Wei said you were pretty and he wanted to be friends with you, but he was too shy to say it. When you first transferred here, he liked to look at you… cough cough cough, let go, I won’t say anything, okay?”

The angry boy blushed and pulled the front row person away: “He was just talking nonsense.”

“…” An Yinong looked at him and felt the complicated emotions in his heart fading away, as if the original owner had gotten the answer here, so he let go of the envy and jealousy.

“I’ll draw it for you.” An Yinong said, taking it as the original owner’s response.

Then he quickly drew a majestic and imposing figure with a thick black marker. This guy has a flat head, a beard, a scar on his face, a cigar in his mouth, and a dragon tattoo on his body. He looked so cool although he was a loner.

An Yinong looked at the table and then at his hands: When he was painting, he had an indescribable sense of pleasure, a pleasure very similar to that when he was singing.

“Okay, He Tiantong, I’ve decided to forgive you for telling tales and causing me to lose my most beloved magazine. From now on, we’re friends.”

The boy’s chattering voice interrupted An Yinong’s thoughts.

An Yinong: “…” He deserved to have his magazine confiscated for secretly reading them during class.

“Student Tiantong, please draw a picture for me too. I will definitely pass the ball to you when I play football in the future.” This black and white painting was so handsome that the other students who were watching were also attracted by it.

“Me too. I’ll give you my homework to copy.”

An Yinong was immediately surrounded by people, all of whom wanted him to draw on their desks.

“Hey, Tiantong is my friend. You, wait until later.” The first person who got the desktop painting was unhappy. He ran over again and angrily pushed the others away: Can’t these people choose their own ideas? Why did they copy his?

“Xiaoqi, is he your friend alone? He is a friend of all of us, right, Tiantong classmate?”

“That’s right. Tiantong can draw for whoever he wants. Why are you stopping him?”

“It’s time for class, wait until class is over.” An Yinong dismissed them all and reached out to take out the Chinese book from the drawer. Unexpectedly, the scene that he thought was an illusion appeared again. The words he was staring at were normal, but the words around him, which were within the reach of his peripheral vision, were jumping around.

He tried to “read” the passage in his mind. He looked at the first sentence first, but found that the actual order of the words was different from the order he “read”. Of course, this disordered order did not prevent him from understanding the meaning of the sentence.

After that, An Yinong continued to read the second sentence. At this time, something happened that had never happened before. He had just finished reading a sentence and went to read the next sentence, but the previous sentence became blurry, as if there was some bug and he couldn’t connect the two sentences.

“What is this?” An Yinong had never encountered such a thing before. He couldn’t even finish reading a paragraph smoothly, even if he tried hard to concentrate. This kind of thing of getting half the result with twice the effort made him irritated. Suddenly, he remembered a learning disability that rarely appeared in hieroglyphic writing systems.

“Dyslexia?”

Dyslexia usually occured in people who spoke a phonetic language system. People who spoke a ideographic language system may also suffer from it, but the probability was much lower. This was also the reason why An Yinong did not react immediately.

“If that’s the case, the original owner’s poor academic performance actually had congenital reasons.” In other words, the original owner was not careless or mentally retarded, he just had dyslexia. This disorder may have plagued the original owner from childhood to adulthood.

In the past, when An Yinong read a passage of text, a voice would automatically read it aloud in his brain. He could also adjust the timbre and pronunciation habits of this voice at any time, and could even read it aloud in dialect inside his head. However, this function has disappeared now. When he saw a piece of text, it takes time for him to even sort out a sentence, let alone read it aloud in his head.

An Yinong, the former scholar and now a poor student, seemed to understand why the original owner refused to stay and be a fool. This was God’s will to make him stupid, and it was useless for him to struggle desperately.

The days of reading ten lines at a glance were gone. For the same book or paper, he needed to spend twice or even three times as much time to understand the meaning. This meant that during the exam, they have already started answering the questions, but he still hasn’t understood them. This kind of thing was a test of one’s willpower and even more of a tempering of life.

People with this disorder cannot engage in literary careers, and the original owner’s condition was particularly serious, so many jobs were closed to him. Thinking about it carefully, this may be one of the reasons why he likeed to read comics and wanted to become a cartoonist. But everyone else just thought he was playful and unstable.

“That kid didn’t lie, he was really serious.” An Yinong blinked and suddenly felt a deep regret and grievance.

This grievance almost overwhelmed him and made him breathless.

“I will get into a good school and prove myself.” He repeated this to himself over and over again before slowly suppressing the grievance.

Because of this small congenital defect, An Yinong had to carefully review today’s lessons first. The effect of previewing was not very good. He would forget what sentence he had read before halfway through reading. After a few times, he even wanted to throw the book away.

But in the end he just took a deep breath, twisted his thigh with his fingers, and let the pain stimulate him to continue reading. The next class began. The Chinese teacher was a very gentle female teacher wearing glasses. She had a soft voice and spoke at a leisurely pace with full emotions.

An Yinong felt that listening to her was much more interesting than reading the book himself, at least he wouldn’t get the order mixed up when listening.

“You say,” An Yinong communicated with the system, “If I always read the words in a disordered order, then if I memorize all these texts and convert the text into speech, will it be easier to remember?”

System: “…Host, please be nicer to yourself.” Wasn’t it too harsh to memorize the entire set of books?

After the Chinese class, An Yinong temporarily put aside the issue of dyslexia. He picked a classmate and drew him a handsome swordsman with a sword. Then he made the excuse that he was tired and stopped drawing.

He looked particularly tough today, and no one else dared to really force him. Plus, his paintings were really handsome, and they really satisfied the middle school mentality of these teenagers, so instead of being weird, these classmates came over to talk to him and try to make friends with him.

“So you really don’t have any sisters in your family?” They asked a question they had been thinking about for a long time.

“…No, I am the only son.” An Yinong touched his face. Everyone left disappointed, including many female classmates.

The third class was English class. His dyslexia met its natural enemy when it came to English. To him, a whole English book was as magical as a twisting and turning heavenly book. An Yinong, who at least passed the CET-4, covered his forehead with his hands and said: I don’t know it, and it doesn’t know me.

In addition, An Yinong finally met Miss Zhang.

She was very similar to her nephew. Their faces and expressions give people a very weak and harmless feeling, even a little hazy and pure. The students in the class seemed to like her, especially the boys. The teacher once again called An Yinong to answer the question, but An Yinong could not answer. She looked a little disappointed, frowning and shaking her head, her slender eyebrows knitted, with an indescribable sense of fragility.

When seeing this kind of expression, most people will subconsciously reflect on themselves and wonder if they have done something wrong.

“How amazing.” An Yinong thought, “She is a natural mind control expert.”

Without saying a word, she was able to devastate the original owner, and he didn’t think it was the teacher’s fault, but just his own incompetence.

There was no evidence to prove that she is making things difficult for you. She only trusts you and was willing to give you a chance before she calls you to answer the question. How can this be making things difficult for you? As a student, is it reasonable for you to not be able to answer the question?

No one has ever thought that since a teacher has discovered a student’s weaknesses, why doesn’t he give him targeted guidance on how to study more effectively, but instead asks him about his weaknesses in a “targeted” way every day, making him feel frustrated and painful again and again.

Even if he asked other students in the class, they would only think that the English teacher Zhang Yu was only paying more attention to “He Tiantong” and would not think deeply about what this attention would bring. This deep malice was directed at just one person.

This was the environment the original owner was in before. He was troubled by the pain of not being understood, shrouded by unspeakable malice, and surrounded by conspiracies, traps, and calculations.

He was like a prey pushed into a swamp, and the more he struggled, the more desperate he became. The most terrifying thing was that he was swallowed up in the deep swamp, and the only relative on the shore who could save him stood and had an intimate conversation with the person who pushed him.

“Calm down, host, you are not the original owner.” The system reminded him. The original owner was a 16-year-old boy who was raised too naively by his family, but the host was not that kind of person, and would not stand there and surrender.

“I know.” An Yinong said softly. He was just affected a little, not turned into the original owner.

“The original owner’s troubles, doubts, pain, and hatred all need answers. Forgiving them cannot help him get rid of them, but solving them can.”