Lao Liu is extremely serious when it comes to handling scholarships.
He read the results almost word for word, and then asked the Discipline Inspection Commission to post the list and make it public.
As for privacy, I don't care about that.
Jiang Nian wasn't very familiar with the people in his class, so he didn't pay much attention to them.
Li Hua listened with interest, especially when he heard someone's name. The expression on his face was even more intriguing, and he couldn't help mumbling to himself.
Jiang Nian was a little curious and gave him an elbow.
"What are you doing?"
"Do you know who that is?" Li Hua whispered, "I also got a scholarship last semester, and then bought a few pairs of shoes worth 500 to 600 yuan, and now I'm applying again."
Jiang Nian was not familiar with that person and shook his head.
"Didn't say anything."
"Damn it, if I had known I would have applied too." Li Hua gritted his teeth, obviously speaking out of anger.
A phone call was made to his father's work, and everything became clear. Li Hua's family is a standard county civil servant family. They have no illness or disaster. Are you applying for poverty subsidies?
Jiang Nian didn't care, this would indeed happen if the review was not strict.
But as long as the money can go to the people who really need it, unfair situations occasionally happen. If you really can't stand it, just report it.
However, the third class of the Olympiad has more places, and there is no situation where really poor students are crowding out the places. It is just that other classes with more poor students and fewer quotas suffer.
Huang Cairang couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his name.
As for other people's situations, he actually doesn't care too much.
Zeng You lowered his head and read a book. When the class teacher came, he couldn't be so arrogant as to read novels on his mobile phone.
You have to give Lao Liu some face, lest it fall into his hands one day.
His family background is actually not that good, but he can actually get into it as long as he applies.
But there is one rule when applying for poverty subsidy, that is, you must go to the podium to explain the situation. That means complaining in front of the class. He feels it is too embarrassing.
Talking about how difficult your family is in front of the whole class for a thousand dollars is equivalent to exposing the scars nakedly in front of the classmates who get along day and night.
He thought he couldn't do this kind of thing.
After all, the total poverty subsidy is only over a thousand yuan, and you can earn a thousand yuan by working in a few days during the summer vacation.
Thinking of this, Zeng You couldn't help but look at Huang Fang.
Unexpectedly, the girl in my group turned out to be an abandoned baby, abandoned by her parents as soon as she was born, and was picked up and raised by her current adoptive parents.
Her adoptive parents were nearly fifty years old when they picked her up. When she grew up, her adoptive parents were already gray-haired and almost incapable of working.
What's even worse is that Huang Fang's father has been bedridden since he fell from a construction site and was injured.
Zeng You looked away and rubbed his hair. He had never heard Huang Fang say that before.
Maybe it's because the school used to apply for poor students, and they only had to go to the class teacher's office. I don't know when it started, but it changed to need to be disclosed to the class.
Yu Tongjie was a little anxious. It had been a day or two, but he still hadn't seen any movement from that person.
Damn it, you won’t do anything after receiving the money, right?
If he were in the original class, he would have rushed to Hu Nianzhong by now, taken him out of the classroom, and then asked him sharply why he didn't keep his word.
But now we are in Class 3 of the Olympiad, and the level is different.
He couldn't help but clenched his fists when he saw Lao Liu leaving after arranging the list of poor students.
You son of a bitch, you were awarded a poverty scholarship?
I’ve given you financial aid, but you’re still fucking poor!
Suddenly, he saw Hu Nianzhong get up from his seat and run out of the classroom, seemingly chasing the class teacher.
Yu Tongjie's eyes suddenly lit up, OK, I blamed you wrongly.
In the corridor.
Lao Liu couldn't help but turn his head when he heard the footsteps behind him.
"Hu Nianzhong, are you okay?"
He looked at himself, a student with good grades, and his eyes became softer.
He basically knew which of the people in the class was poor and who was not.
There are young masters, young ladies from Nanjiangwan, and students who cannot afford to pay tuition.
The rich are really rich, and the families of poor students are also really poor.
For example, the student in front of me, Hu Nianzhong, has two patients at home. He has been living on various state subsidies, and every time he pays tuition, it takes a while.
In this regard, Lao Liu also helped as much as he could.
Other teachers were afraid of trouble, but he was not.
When the class has to pay class fees, he will help a few students from poor families to pay them in advance. The class fees are not much, less than a hundred dollars.
To be honest, he doesn't care about the teacher's salary, let alone class fees. It doesn't matter even if students borrow money from him, he only sees progress.
Although there is nothing wrong with teaching and educating people, if you can participate in administrative work, your future will be brighter.
"It's okay, teacher, I have a stomachache and I need to go to the toilet." Hu Nianzhong held his stomach in embarrassment.
I had a meal in the cafeteria in the afternoon, but now I feel a little bit confused.
"Well, go ahead." Old Liu nodded.
Hu Nianzhong responded awkwardly and rushed towards the toilet.
But I didn’t want to be stopped by Old Liu again.
"etc!"
"Ah?" Hu Nianzhong stopped in his tracks and looked back at Lao Liu, "Teacher, what's wrong?"
In the corridor, Lao Liu thought for a while and said.
"The seasons have changed recently in autumn and winter. If you keep having diarrhea, go see a doctor. Just ask me for a leave note. Your health is important, and I can lend you the money first."
"No need, teacher." Hu Nianzhong shook his head.
"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will ask you to pay back the money?" Lao Liu rarely made a joke and patted Hu Nianzhong on the shoulder, "You can pay me back when you get a job in the future."
If this chapter is not written well, it will become a private matter. If it is not sure, it will be written more plainly.
It was originally connected to the previous one. After thinking about it, the character transition was too long. So I just split it into two chapters for selective subscription. High-V should only spend five points to read it.
Chapter completed!