Rebirth: If the school beauty is not sweet, why should I lick her?

When I carried your mother on my back.

It was Shudao Mountain again.

The corners of Old Zhou's mouth moved, and he wanted to show his authority as a husband and save some face in front of his old classmates.

But thinking that he might have to sleep on the floor for several days in a row, he finally felt that face was not as important as substance, so he stammered and stopped talking.

The 40-year-old father tried to suppress his son, but the son was the apple of his mother's eye and was suppressed instead.

This situation was like a mysterious cycle of balance, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

Director Deng felt that he had destroyed the harmony of the family of three, and felt that what Zhou Jiangnan said just now was obviously well thought out.

Especially his clear and logical expression was full of firmness, and it seemed that it would be meaningless to persuade him again.

A forced melon is not sweet, and filling in the application form is ultimately the matter of the person involved.

"Jiangnan, since you have thought it through, the teacher can't say anything more. However, there is a bonus in the county for admission to Tsinghua University and Peking University. If you change your mind, please inform us as soon as possible."

Zhou Jiangnan nodded and looked at Zhang Minfu: "Uncle Zhang, thank you for your concern. I know what I am doing, and I will not disappoint you with my future achievements."

Old Zhang drank the remaining white wine in one gulp and sighed: "Alas, Xiangdong, the children have grown up, and we are old."

Zhou Xiangdong also drank the wine, grinning and just smiling.

For him, his son's current achievements are already a blessing.

It really doesn't matter whether he goes to Tsinghua University or not.

This kid can decide to buy a house by himself. He is no longer the little baby who toddles behind his father.

After dinner, the family saw Director Deng and Zhang Minfu off.

The motorcycle roared away, and Old Zhang took the initiative to wash the dishes, while Luo Xiaoying listened to his son's description of the comparative relationship between Lin'an University and Tsinghua University and Peking University.

The couple thought there was nothing wrong with it, as long as the eldest son liked it.

Parents are always so tolerant of their children, and they always say:

Mom and Dad support you.

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The road from Lingjiang People's Cement Plant needs to be overhauled every three years.

Because there are too many heavy-loaded trucks coming and going, the delicate cement road can't stand the behemoths trampling back and forth, and it was smashed in a few seconds.

Director Deng rode his bike with Zhang Minfu back to the county town. Their next stop was Fang Xin's house on the way.

This one is even more amazing, the top scorer in liberal arts in Lingshan City and the second in liberal arts in the province.

Strange things happen every year, and there are especially many this year.

The daughter of this deputy mayor actually applied to Lin'an University, which is really weird.

Fang Xin's identity as the daughter of the deputy mayor gradually became known when the whole county cracked down on her after she was bullied by Huangmao last time. The teachers in the school who knew about it all sighed that Deputy Mayor Fang was strict in managing his family.

The only daughter was actually willing to leave her in the countryside to live a poor life with her grandmother. She studied hard on her own strength and never thought about winning an Olympic award, immigrating through the college entrance examination, or adding a sports specialty to her score.

From Fang Xuchu's reputation as a clean official after he became the deputy mayor, we can see that this official has a very good family tradition.

"Old Zhang, how come Zhou Jiangnan, Zhao Wanwan, and Fang Xin, three seedlings who can go to Tsinghua and Peking University, all applied to Lin'an University?"

"If Zhou Jiangnan and Zhao Wanwan are classmates and privately agreed to go to Lin'an University together, I can understand. Fang Xin is in the liberal arts class, why would she choose like this?"

"I don't know, just ask."

Old Zhang frowned. He heard that Fang Xin and Zhou Jiangnan were very close some time ago.

If the top scorer in liberal arts is really because he went to Lin'an University, then this little bastard has ruined Lingjiang No. 1 Middle School's plan to become a famous school by himself.

But it seems that Director Deng doesn't know about this, so I should pretend that I don't know anything.

It was past seven o'clock in the evening when the motorcycle arrived at Qianjin Village.

Fang Xin was stunned when she saw Director Deng and Zhang Minfu, and then immediately called her grandmother out.

"Grandma, Director Deng and Teacher Zhang from the school are here."

Old Zhang whispered: "Old Deng, it's up to you to do the ideological work for this person. After all, I'm not her teacher."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Director Deng parked the car and greeted Grandma Fang very politely. Grandma Fang warmly invited the two to come in and sit down.

"Auntie, it's getting late. We came here specifically to listen to Fang Xin's thoughts. She is the top scorer in liberal arts in our city, but she didn't get into Tsinghua University or Peking University."

Grandma Fang was stunned when she heard this. She was not an ordinary rural fool. She knew exactly what the status of Tsinghua University and Peking University was in China.

"Xinxin, you didn't apply to Peking University or Tsinghua University?"

"Grandma, I applied to Lin'an University." Fang Xin answered softly and handed the tea to the two teachers respectfully.

Grandma Fang frowned: "Why? Have you asked your father?"

Fang Xin hugged her arm"Because I like Jiangnan, I haven't told my father yet, but he is so open-minded, he will definitely understand me."

Good fellow, he put a high hat on his father first.

If Grandma Fang objects, does that mean her son is not open-minded?

Then the matter becomes a matter between father and daughter, and there is no need for the grandparents and grandchildren to get entangled.

Director Deng didn't think there was anything wrong, but Zhang Minfu, who works in writing, smelled something.

The previous person who said he liked Jiangnan was Zhou Jiangnan, and he really liked the misty Jiangnan.

Now the person who said he liked Jiangnan, I don't know if he likes the geographical Jiangnan or the Jiangnan in the name.

This Jiangnan is probably not the same Jiangnan!

It is not his job to persuade this female student. Zhang Minfu is watching her heart and focusing on a companion.

He couldn't help sighing in his heart:

Damn Zhou Xiangdong, giving birth to a son is really a monster, and it seems that he is going to kidnap Deputy Mayor Fang's daughter, which is really awesome!

My wife at home is still able to fight, should I learn some tricks from him, and then open a small account to brush up experience again?

He drank tea silently, watching Director Deng's persuasion and teaching.

Fang Xin was soft on the outside but strong on the inside, and she refused to give in.

This girl must have made up her mind.

"Alas, Fang Xin, you are confused. Beijing North University's liberal arts are the best in the country. With your background and the blessing of Beijing North University, how much face can you give your father. Do you want to consult your father's opinion? The teacher has a mobile phone, you can call him now."

"Teacher Deng, my father is upright and does not want us to use him as a signboard. Naturally, he does not need me to make him look good. He will not object."

"Xinxin, call your father and listen to his opinion. The two teachers have come here with great difficulty, and there must be a positive answer."

Fang Xin did not use Director Deng's mobile phone, but called her father on the hands-free of the landline.

The voice on the other end of the phone was a bit noisy. It sounded like Fang Xuchu was still in a meeting to study work so late. He only asked his daughter's idea: "Have you thought it through?"

Fang Xin said she had thought it through.

So Old Fang's answer was simple and rough: "Then do it boldly. Dad supports you."

Oh, your mother's time.

Why are these parents so irresponsible?

Can Lin'an University and Tsinghua University be the same?

One is SSSR, and the other is SSR.

Tsinghua University and Peking University are unique after all.

Alas, frustrated, failed, disheartened, and will never love again.

Director Deng encouraged a few words in a listless manner, said some words to save face when leaving Zhao Wanwan and Zhou Jiangnan's house, then thanked Grandma Fang for the hospitality, and rode away lonely on his motorcycle.

On the way, he was still puzzled.

"Lao Zhang, I really can't figure it out. What's her reason for doing this?"

Lao Zhang replied faintly: "Do you need a reason to love someone?"

"Huh?? What are you talking about?"

Director Deng's hair stood on end, his hip muscles tightened, and he said nervously: "Zhang Minfu, what do you have in your trouser pocket? It hits me."

"Keys."

"Sit back a little, don't be so close to me, hold the iron frame behind you with your hands."

"Japanese, you are sick."

Zhang Minfu cursed, can't you put keys in your pocket?

Besides, he can't sit steadily when he's drunk. If he falls and gets injured later, it will be considered a work injury, right?

Is the bastard worried that I will take his position as department head?

People who do ideological work have dirty hearts.