My imagination has come true

Chapter 4 Lack of Money
Zhao Yang didn't think it was difficult when he did the last big question on the last paper, at least it wasn't a super-difficult test of extreme thinking. After doing it later, he found that it was indeed a bit cumbersome, but he didn't take it too seriously.

But now after reading the answer given by this classmate Mu, I feel that I was wrong.

This problem can really be solved by combining numbers and shapes. His first reaction at the time was to combine numbers and shapes, but he was still confused by the problem itself, ruled out the simplest and most correct solution, and stepped into a trap.

Zhao Yang couldn't help feeling a little depressed, very slight.

Not long after, Mu Qingyun returned to her seat. After sitting down for a while, she felt that Zhao Yang and Zhang Lan looked at her several times in a row.

"..."

Bothering others?
Mu Qingyun thought to himself, the students in No. [-] Middle School are usually quite polite, except when they collide with the High School Attached to Normal University, they think about it casually, and when they recover, they bury their heads in their studies again.

Zhang Lan still didn't open his mouth until he got home, opened all the test papers brought back from the library, read them carefully, and did it again, but he was still puzzled.

"I remember she didn't study well."

At the beginning, Mu's classmate and her sister got into No. [-] Middle School, but she only got into No. [-] Middle School, and it was spread in the community for a long time.

His grandma listened to her grandson muttering, put on her reading glasses and sat over, and was amazed for a while, "The kid from the Mu family has a good brain and a solid foundation."

Zhang Lan is also in the No. [-] Middle School family home. Most of the residents in the community are teachers from the No. [-] Middle School. They are colleagues with each other, and the relationship with other commercial communities is better than that of neighbors.

Usually, Sun Xiaomei often hinted outside that her husband's ex-wife's daughter was so ignorant and disobedient that the neighbors had almost heard about it.

Grandma Zhang Lan is also a teacher, and she didn't believe much in Sun Xiaomei's words before, but now that she read the test paper brought back by her grandson, she even refused to believe a word.

"This is the stepmother in charge, hey, the child is poor."

Grandma Zhang Lan shook her head and patted her disaffected grandson, "Boy, didn't you see that? People didn't answer these questions randomly. In the first few papers, she used all kinds of solutions. The most basic knowledge points, some of which are used in junior high school, the problem-solving methods seem cumbersome, and some places deliberately make detours, which are all telling you to expand your foundation."

"Afterwards, her thinking in solving problems became lighter and more agile. The last paper, tsk, look, such a complicated problem, three auxiliary lines, perfectly solved, and her quick thinking is no better than that of my class. A few little smarts."

Grandma Zhang Lan appreciated it wholeheartedly, "I have to tell Teacher Mu that this is a good seedling, so we can't delay it."

Zhang Lan: "..."

Mu Qingyun didn't know that she was just doing the questions, and by the way, she changed the test papers for Wang Mengmeng, and even came up with such a story.

Now she only feels that her stepmother, Sun Xiaomei, is getting more and more eccentric day by day.

I'm afraid I can't stay in this house anymore.

Mu Qingyun looked at Sun Xiaomei's uncertainty, and Sun Xiaomei also felt angry.

Recently, she always felt that the neighbors and colleagues in the community looked at her a little strangely, and there were a few who had a good time on weekdays, like Xiao Du downstairs, who came to secretly mention that although she was a stepmother, she could Don't be too unreliable in doing things, don't go out all day to ruin the reputation of the daughter left behind by the family, if you make too much noise, she will also look ugly.

Sun Xiaomei couldn't help accumulating resentment, why are these people gossiping like this, her family's affairs have nothing to do with others!
She really can't bear it, Mu Qingyun is like an old man at home now, she only cooks for herself, and the housework only cleans her own balcony, let her do something, just like a deaf person, not listening to a word .

Even serving the old man and the old lady is not as caring as before. At night, the old man called from the building next door to ask someone to come over to serve tea, but she didn't hear it. Even Aizhen and Aibao can't sleep.

Pooh!
If you don't surrender this girl, won't she go to heaven?
……

Mu Qingyun couldn't understand Sun Xiaomei's state of mind. After studying the exercise books and test papers for two days in a row, she even cleaned up all the test papers she had in hand.

For some interesting topics, she even repeated them two or three times in various ways.

In the WeChat group, there was another message urging to pay the materials fee for the new semester.

Mu Qingyun was silent.

She remembered that before school started, she had spent a long time mentally building up, and finally asked her father for the tuition fee. Her father promised to give it to her before paying the tuition fee, but he still forgot.

Fortunately, Mu Qingyun is very good at planning for a rainy day. She took on some errand jobs during the summer vacation and saved some of the money. Her mother gave her some money, and finally saved all the tuition and miscellaneous fees.

"Money is a good thing."

She really didn't want to reach out to Mu Siping, even though it was her father.

"My bad habit of wanting face, I really can't change it."

Just running errands in scattered time is really inefficient. Besides, it is not possible to take orders every day when you are free.

She kept thinking and thinking, and kept thinking about the library.

"How to make money?"

Wang Mengmeng was a little dazed, but it was rare for Qingyun to be distressed, so she still tried her best to think, "My aunt had a fight with the boss and resigned, and then she picked up some from the community service group to cook and nourish the elderly and children. For meals, it seems like you just need to apply for a health certificate."

"Cook?"

Mu Qingyun pondered for a moment, until he felt that he could try.

Her cooking skills are very good.

Over the years, her grandparents have been in poor health and poor appetite, so she racked her brains to find ways to cook delicious meals, and she also learned how to make medicinal meals for them to nourish their bodies.

Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao were tired from studying, and her grandparents kept talking about it, and she also put a lot of thought into studying home cooking.

In this way, she is still a useless person who eats nothing.

Mu Qingyun clicked her tongue, wondering if she didn't want to know, she was startled when she thought about it, she had worked so hard for more than a year, but it was all for others.

Wang Mengmeng was very active, picked up her mobile phone to contact her aunt, and urged Mu Qingyun to go to the Second Middle School Affiliated Hospital to apply for an urgent health certificate.

In the early morning, the electronic version of the health certificate is freshly released.

"Come on, take a photo of your ID card, upload your health certificate, name, Mu Qingyun, education, uh, junior high school?"

I haven't graduated from high school yet, so it's not just junior high school.

"Introduction... I'm going to blow this one out. I have ten years of cooking experience, and I'm proficient in nutrition. Well, I'm also good at studying. I can help elementary school to high school students with their homework."

Mu Qingyun: "Huh?"

"Oh, you don't know, this one is definitely popular. My aunt hires hourly workers. As soon as I heard that they can help children with their homework, I immediately hired them. You can get two kinds of services for the same price. It's beautiful!"

Mu Qingyun: "..."

Zhang Lan: "Pfft, cough." He quickly turned around and covered his mouth, for fear that Mu Qingyun and Wang Mengmeng would hear it.

Zhao Yang: "..."

Glancing at Wang Mengmeng's cell phone, he wrote down his job number and forwarded it.

He didn't know whether Mu Qingyun's cooking was good or not, but she was definitely capable of tutoring homework.

(End of this chapter)