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Qin Shou's heart went cold.

His eyes were fixed on the report card, as if he wanted to burn a hole in it with his gaze.

Five points.

Only five points.

Ranked last in the class.

His head was pounding and he could barely think.

Why is it 5 points, why is it only points? Obviously many people say that my mother is very good. It is obvious that my sister will take part of the test paper home every time. She also said that it is no difficulty for her at the level of a primary school student...

He thought that even if he failed a lot in his first exam, he should have scored 80 points. No matter how bad he was, he would still have scored 70 points. After all, he had written all the papers, but how could he only get 5 points...

He looked up blankly and met the teacher's eyes.

"This is your report card. Once again, I would like to commend Shen Yue. He is the first in the class, with 100 points. Everyone applauds!"

Warm applause broke out, but they were not applauding for him.

He looked at Shen Yue, who was sitting by the window, looking down at his test paper with no expression on his face.

"Then, I want to criticize some students in the class. Some students did not listen in class because of their good family conditions, and played crazy after class. As a result, they ranked last in the class in the exam - Qin Shou, said It’s you, take the test paper back and have your parents sign it!”

Fragmented laughter came from Qin Shou's ears. He turned his head and found that many people were covering their mouths and laughing.

They were laughing at him.

He felt aggrieved and confused. He looked up at the teacher, his lips moved, and then he lowered his head to look at his report card.

He wanted to say that he attended the class.

But what if you say it?

It seems even more embarrassing.

So, he took the transcript and returned home without saying a word.

Since the beginning of spring, various resources have become less tense, and houses and other items in the base have begun to be redistributed. As senior technicians, the base allocated their own small building to their family, and the family also moved out of the original dormitory.

The current home has all kinds of basic facilities, and only their family of three lives there.

"Mom, the teacher asked me to sign."

The moment he handed over the transcript, Qin Shou didn't dare to look up at Lin Fengwan's eyes.

He is afraid that his mother will scold him, he is afraid that his mother will beat him, but he is even more afraid that his mother will be disappointed.

After all, my mother is so powerful, but he only scored five points.

Lin Fengwan looked down and signed. There were a total of forty questions on addition and subtraction within ten, twenty two-point questions and twenty three-point questions. Qin Shou got one two-point question correct and one three-point question correct.

Two points are the sum of two numbers, and three points are the sum of three numbers. It is reasonable for Qin Shou to get this result.

After she signed it, she handed it to Qin Shou. Qin Shou still lowered his head, not daring to look into his mother's eyes.

He is waiting for his mother's criticism.

But the criticism lingered for a long time. When I looked up, my mother was no longer in front of me.

Mom didn't criticize him.

He didn't feel relieved, but he didn't know why he suddenly felt unwilling.

Why didn't you criticize him when he did so poorly in the exam?

Is it because I don’t have much expectations for him in my heart?

The next day at school, he felt even more uncomfortable when he listened to other students who had done poorly in the exams crying about how they had been beaten when they went back.

He opened the book silently and began to read silently. After reading it for only two or three minutes, he felt that the words on the book had turned into dancing figures, and that the small black words were crawling around like ants.

So he rubbed his eyes and the handwriting became clearer. To avoid misreading, he used his fingers to poke at the textbook and read it word by word.

Time passed bit by bit, and Qin Shou became more serious than ever before. He listened carefully to the class and tried to write down everything the teacher said. Every word the teacher said was imprinted in his mind, but it happened to be his turn to explain. Those formulas automatically put those things out of order in his mind.

The teacher spent a month teaching Pinyin, but by the time Qin Shou fully recognized the 26 English letters, half a year had passed.

During the past six months, every minute and every second was torture for him. His progress was far behind the class, no matter how hard he tried to make up for it in his spare time, he couldn't do it.

After half a year, there is the final exam. Qin Shou looked at the big "30" on the transcript and was filled with confusion.

Because many of the children with him have no parents, the teacher will not always ask them to go back and ask their parents to sign, but the parent-teacher conference at the end of the semester must be held.

"The parent-teacher meeting is scheduled for seven o'clock tomorrow night. Students who have living relatives need to bring your parents to school. We are going to hold a parent-teacher meeting." After handing out the final exam papers, the teacher said calmly.

Qin Shou suddenly felt panic in his heart.

This is what he fears most. Except for the first time he asked his mother to sign the autograph, later it was his sister who helped him imitate his mother's handwriting.

He didn't dare show his mother the report card at all.

Now, there is a parent-teacher meeting, and every parent will be present. He can't hide anything he wants to.

"Teacher," he raised his hand tremblingly, his face pale, "my mother doesn't have time. She usually has to work overtime and doesn't come back until very late."

The teacher on the podium frowned: "She doesn't have time for this one-time parent-teacher meeting in a semester? Qin Shou, are you trying to lie? Where does your mother work? What's her phone number? I'll ask her personally , does she have time!"

Qin Shou felt even more frightened.

He moved his lips and uttered a sentence: "I don't know my mother's phone number... but she works at the First Research Institute."

"What?" The teacher was stunned.

Due to natural disasters, the original world government quickly collapsed. After integration, the world's top scientific researchers from different countries and nationalities came together to establish seven research institutes.

From first to seventh, the numbers are just numbers, not rankings. Each institute is hosting different research and development work.

Among them, the First Research Institute is in China, right at their base, and its reputation is much higher than that of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

After all, the Chinese Academy of Sciences was only famous in their country.

Is what Qin Shou said true or false?

The teacher's eyes were filled with suspicion.

Those who can enter the First Research Institute are all world-class talents. How could a child like Qin Shou be born?

Could it be that his parents worked as cleaners at the First Research Institute?

Looking at the teacher's eyes, Qin Shou felt a hint of humiliation.

He knew how powerful the First Research Institute was, so he didn't dare to mention where his mother worked.

Because no one believes that a person who can enter there to participate in the core projects will have a child with a score of 30 in mathematics. What is even more sad is that Qin Shou has not worked hard. He is really relying on his greatest strength. Trying to understand.

But he still couldn't keep up.

He didn't think his brain was any worse than others, but the report card gave him another ruthless blow.

He wanted to resist, but he couldn't prove that he wasn't a fool, or even that he was his mother's child.

When the teacher scolded him, she threw the report card in his face. She said that even if he was mentally retarded and studied hard for a semester, he would not get 30 points in the final exam. After all, this time in math, their class only got a perfect score of . indivual.

He's not much better at Chinese. Now he can barely understand Pinyin, and his writing is all crooked, with either one stroke missing or one stroke added.

Am I my mother's boy?

Thinking about this problem, Qin Shou suddenly felt a little scared.