Starting from you are my glory

"Don't tell me." After Mama Yu finished laughing, she pointed at Principal Zhao on the TV and said, "The teachers and principal of No. [-] Middle School are still very good. It was the best choice not to transfer to another school!"

"I don't know who insisted that transferring to another school was the best option back then!" Dad Yu said in a soft voice from the side.

"Hey, let me tell you!" Yu's mother finally couldn't help it anymore, turned around and stared at Yu's father, "Do you have to go against me tonight!"

"It's nothing!" Yu's father just said it quickly and didn't want to make his wife anxious. He hurriedly tried to comfort and protect his son.

If he followed past experiences, Yu Tu would have to wait ten seconds before joining the battlefield to fight the fire. But tonight was special after all, and he might have to cooperate with his father later, so he hurriedly spoke.

"Mom, it's time to interview Teacher Zhang. I'll be here soon."

"I want you to look good when it's over!" Yu's mother saved her emotions first.

"Teacher Zhang seems to be fatter than before."

Reporter Zhou has finished visiting Principal Zhao and is now following Teacher Zhang to the teaching building.

"Maybe it's a problem with the light." Yu Tu also took a closer look. "It's not much different from the meeting a few days ago."

"This is the classroom of Class [-], Grade [-]." Teacher Zhang opened the classroom door, and what he saw was a very familiar place to Yu Tu, but now it was mixed with a strange place.

There are no lively classmates, no books and test papers piled on the table, and the clean blackboard can only be seen between classes that are not consecutive classes.

"Because of the college entrance examination room, the entire classroom was cleaned."

In the camera, Teacher Zhang started from the first desk after entering the door with emotion. While walking slowly, he tapped his fingers in the air and accurately said the name of the student corresponding to each desk.

It's plain and accurate. It's plain and makes people silent. It's accurate and makes people feel depressed.

"Teach and educate people!" Dad Qiao picked up the wine glass on the coffee table and took a deep sip. The wine turned into a turbid breath, and he spit it out deeply.

"Then this is classmate Yu Tu's desk." Reporter Zhou couldn't let this mood continue, otherwise he would just have a tear-jerking discussion.

"Classmate Yu Tu's desk is different from other students' desks."

"It's clean." Teacher Zhang also calmed down his emotions, looked up at Reporter Zhou's office, and then laughed.

"Clean doesn't mean there's no dust." Seeing that Reporter Zhou hadn't reacted yet, Teacher Zhang approached and tapped the desk next to Yu Tu.

Well, Li Ming's.

It is densely packed with formulas, grammar, and pictures, especially on the upper right, a line that has been written repeatedly until it is deeply embedded in the wood texture.

'I control my own life! ! ! ’

Looking at it this way, Yu Tu's desktop with nothing on it can be considered unique.

"It's true!" Reporter Zhou hurriedly waved to the camera, indicating that he would push the camera closer to the two desktops.

"These desks are the new desks that were replaced by the school when they were in their first year of high school and were in their second year of high school." Teacher Zhang looked at the desk with a complicated face, "To be honest, although I usually know that they write and draw on the desk, but because there are Books are blocking it."

"This is the first time I've seen it so clearly!"

Never say my name! ! !

In the Li Ming family, Li's father and mother, who had known for a long time that their son was at the same table as Yu Tu, had a sinking face. They had no next move and were just waiting for an opportunity.

Li Ming prayed crazily in his heart.

However, the great immortal in charge of this aspect was attracted by Principal Zhao's box, so he had no time to listen to Li Ming.

After a long second, the familiar yet unfamiliar name came out of Teacher Zhang's mouth and was accurately transmitted to thousands of households in front of the TV through the TV.

"Turn up the TV volume." Father Li skillfully pulled out his belt, and Mother Li turned up the volume without any hesitation.

"Dad! I've graduated from high school!"

"Dad! If you have something to say, please say it!"

"Dad! Don't hit him too hard!!!"

"This is Li Ming's desk." On the TV, Teacher Zhang touched the notches and writings on the desk, "This kid is a real treasure."

"By the way, Reporter Zhou, you also interviewed him that day."

Reporter Zhou's forgotten memories were instantly revived. Without any further description, Li Ming's appearance appeared vividly in his mind.

"Oh, it turns out it's him!" Reporter Zhou couldn't see any unnecessary expression on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After visiting the classroom, Teacher Zhang took them to his office, where there was a statistical table of all the test scores of the class in the past three years.

"It's so outstanding!" Reporter Zhou spread out all the statistical tables as much as possible on an empty table, and the camera took pictures of them row by row.

"Classmate Yu Tu, he has been number one in the class for three years!"

"He is also number one in the school!" Teacher Zhang's tone was full of pride, "He has set an example and led the way."

"The graduation rate of our class this time is far higher than that of previous years, because of the pressure and motivation brought to them by Yu Tu."

"People are most afraid of not having a goal." Teacher Zhang explained: "When you have a goal, you know to catch up. Yutu is everyone's goal, and."

"He didn't lose himself just because he was No. 1."

"Xia Qing's grades are basically No. 2." Reporter Zhou looked at it and then asked in confusion: "Why don't you see Qiao Jingjing?"

"What you are looking at is the grade list for the first and second grade of high school. In these two years, Qiao Jingjing's grades should be viewed from back to front."

Teacher Zhang randomly picked one and looked at the time. It was the third monthly exam for the first year of high school. "At this time, there are probably more than 20 people in the class."

Reporter Zhou went over and, sure enough, found Qiao Jingjing's name in the 20th place in the class.

"So classmate Qiao Jingjing's grades were not good at the beginning, right?"

"It can't be said that it's not good." Teacher Zhang objectively commented: "I can only say that based on the results at that time, there is a high probability that it will be from second to first level."

"Then why did it change so much later?" Compared to Yu Tu, who had long been sitting firmly on the top of the mountain, Qiao Jingjing, who climbed up from the middle of the mountain, was even more interesting to Reporter Zhou.

"The goal is clear." Teacher Zhang summed it up superficially, "Qiao Jingjing has enough energy to achieve the goal and the spirit of never giving up."

"When you interview classmate Qiao Jingjing, you can ask her specifically."

"This kind of spirit is what many boys lack most nowadays."

"Thank you for your hard work, daughter." Dad Qiao's drink tonight became worse the more he drank. From the report card on TV, he saw his daughter's step-by-step struggle for success, and thought about the past three years, working from 12 to 40 in the evening. Day and night, father Qiao, who was almost [-] years old, had red eyes. As a daughter slave, how could he see this intuitively?

"It's not that bad." Qiao Jingjing hugged her parents, "This is how all my classmates come here."

"There are classmates who spend more time studying than me."

"I did well in the college entrance examination this time, and Teacher Zhang praised me."

"I don't care!" Dad Qiao wiped his eyes hard, "My daughter is the best!"

"Okay, okay, I'm the best!"

After a while, I saw the scene of me and Yu Tu being interviewed. Dad, you must remember how you feel sorry for me now! ! !