don't force me

When Lin Tingan took the test paper home and asked his mother to sign it, he used a strategy. He first put out the 100 points.

Ma Jing happily gave her son a sweet kiss, and Lin Tingan tentatively said, "That... I didn't pass the Chinese exam."

"Look at what you said, when did you pass the Chinese test?" Ma Jing smiled and stretched out her hand, "Let me see, it can't be lower than the 62 points last time, right?"

Lin Tingan swallowed, feeling that the strategy didn't seem to be working, so he glanced at his father for help.

Lin Yi: "Take it out quickly."

Trembling, Lin Tingan took out a paper that had been folded several times from his schoolbag: "You have to be mentally prepared, I didn't do well in the exam."

Ma Jing opened the paper layer by layer, and a bright red "47" fell into her eyes.

In other people's second grade of junior high school, they had to stand against the wall when they scored 85 points, but my precious son actually scored 47 points in the test!Ma Jing looked at the test paper, her eyes were full of gold stars, and the bright red "47" suddenly turned into a little man with teeth and claws, and he kept putting a whip into her hand, jumping and shouting: " Beat him, beat him, beat him!"

Ma Jing closed her eyes and read the paper carefully.Lin Ting'an looked at his mother's frowning with palms full of cold sweat, and he glanced at his father again. Before his gaze slipped back, Ma Jing roared "Lin Ting'an" angrily, and stood up holding the paper.

Lin Tingan quickly took two steps back: "Mom, Mom, I was wrong, I was wrong."

"47 points, 47 points, my son is awesome, he can test 47 in Chinese!" Ma Jing's voice was trembling, she shook the paper, pointed to a question on it and said, "A car? Huh? Who taught your car to count?"

Lin Tingan muttered, "I'm used to it."

Ma Jing: "Dialect! That's a dialect! Do you know what a dialect is?"

"Clerical error." Lin Tingan took a step back involuntarily, "Mom, I really made a clerical error, I just lost my mind for a while."

"Wandering? You can still be distracted during the exam? Lin Tingan, you are quite capable."

Lin Tingan begged with a bitter face: "Mom, I was wrong, I must answer the questions seriously next time."

"Next time? What about next time with your grades? I'll let you remember it this time." Ma Jing looked around the living room angrily, and Lin Tingan followed her mother's gaze very cleverly. They stopped together on the feather duster placed on top of the air conditioner.

"Mom! Mom! Mom!" Lin Tingan yelled, and rushed to Lin Yi's side, "Dad, Dad, please persuade Mom."

"I want to beat you up." Lin Yi stood up, grabbed his son by the ear, dragged him to the corner of the dining room, and kicked his son hard on the ass.Ma Jing was holding a feather duster, but Lin Yi blocked her behind. She tried hard for a long time but failed to hit Lin Ting'an.

"Old Lin, stay away from me. Don't think I can't hit you if you block him. If you have the ability, you will block him for the rest of your life!"

Just now Lin Tingan was crying like a plucked chicken, half really afraid and half pretending.But as soon as Ma Jing finished speaking, he immediately shut up and looked at his father in horror.Ji Dong shook his head invisibly and stepped aside.

Ma Jing's stick hit his son's leg fiercely, and Lin Ting'an gritted his teeth and suffered the blow.

Ma Jing: "Do you know why I hit you?"

"I failed the exam."

"fart!"

Ji Dong looked at Ma Jing disapprovingly, but said nothing.

Ma Jing swallowed her breath and collected herself: "I beat you because of your attitude."

Ma Jing wiped the balled paper and spread it on the dining table: "Except for the quantifier just mentioned, look at the fifth question. You copied some words in the question stem and wrote it wrong; No. 15 question is Dao The multiple-choice questions are empty for you. Have you ever seen someone who has empty-choice questions? You have to get one of them!"

Lin Tingan stared at the test paper without saying a word, his legs twitched slightly due to the pain, but he gritted his teeth tightly and did not say a word.

"Lin Tingan, I know you don't like learning Chinese very much, but whether you can learn it well is a matter of ability, and whether you can learn it or not is a matter of attitude. I hit you today not because you failed the Chinese exam, but because you didn't take it seriously at all. Learning. If you have a problem with your study and attitude towards doing things, even if you have an Einstein brain, you will accomplish nothing in this life.”

Lin Tingan raised his head and said in a low voice but clearly: "Mom, I was wrong."

Ma Jing stared at her son for a while, then threw the feather duster: "Go back to the house and reflect!"

Lin Tingan rubbed against the wall and moved back into the room, gritted his teeth and pulled his trousers down to his knees. There was already a red mark two fingers wide on the outside of his thigh, which was in hot pain.He touched it cautiously with his fingers, hissing in pain.From one year to now, Lin Tingan has rarely scored 85 points in Chinese, and this time it is just "worse".Since she was a child, Ma Jing's catchphrase was "Lin Ting'an, I will slap you", but she never really "slapped". At most, she greeted her twice with Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon. It didn't hurt much, but it was a bit embarrassing.

Of course, Lin Tingan was never afraid of shame.

This time I really got started, and I didn't hold back at all.Lin Tingan carefully turned over and lay flat on the bed, sighing.

After dinner, the rule of the Lin family is to go downstairs for a walk.Ma Jing requires children to have at least one hour of exercise time every day. Summer is longer and winter is shorter. When it rains, they wear raincoats and go out to tread water, and when they catch up with smog, they do sit-ups indoors.Ma Jing said, how much medical expenses can be saved by one hour a day?

The two bone fractures were not counted, and he deserved it when he took his little friend up the tree to steal the fruit.

It was still the same today, Lin Tingan put down his chopsticks and changed his shoes to go downstairs, because his legs hurt so much, he walked very slowly.Ma Jing looked at him hesitantly, but Lin Tingan consciously slowed down his movements, hoping that his mother would say something.

Ma Jing bent down and picked up the garbage bag at the door of the kitchen: "Take the garbage down for me."

Lin Tingan took a breath and said in his heart, "Mother."

Lin Yi held the teacup and said, "Xiao An, does your leg hurt?"

Lin Tingan glanced at Ma Jing, thinking about how to answer this question. Before he could make up his mind, Lin Yi said: "Walk slowly, if you can't do it, take a break."

"I'm fine." Lin Tingan said through gritted teeth.

Holding the garbage bag in one hand and holding the handrail of the stairs with the other, he slowly moved down, threw the garbage bag into the trash can, turned right as usual and walked slowly along the path. When he was about to reach the gate of the community, he saw Du Xuan behind He hurried over with his schoolbag.

Lin Tingan turned around subconsciously. At that moment, he thought of the Honor Roll posted on the third floor. Du Xuan's name was ranked first. He even clearly remembered how many points he was ahead of No.2.In fact, Lin Tingan didn't understand why he went to the third floor to look at the Honor Roll of the third year of junior high school to find abuse.

"Lin Ting'an." Du Xuan called out from behind.

Lin Tingan turned around reluctantly: "Why?"

Du Xuan looked Lin Tingan up and down: "Are you okay?"

"You want to treat me to some plums?" Lin Tingan asked.

Du Xuan paused, and took out a blue bag from the side pocket of her schoolbag: "Here you are."

Lin Tingan's eyes widened, and he looked at Du Xuan in disbelief.Du Xuan twitched the corner of her mouth and explained, "My classmate gave it to me today."

"Girl?" Lin Tingan asked.

Du Xuan didn't answer this question, but just handed it forward again: "Do you want to eat?"

Lin Tingan wanted to refuse, but stared at the blue bag for a while, snatched it angrily: "If you don't eat it, you don't eat it." As he said, he tore open the bag and stuffed two into his mouth as if to vent his anger, his sore eyes narrowed. for a moment.

Du Xuan smiled gently: "What's the matter today? I only hear you when I'm upstairs."

I don't know if it was because the bag of plums was so sour that Lin Tingan's teeth and heart softened. In short, he suddenly burst out after holding back his emotions all night: "My mother hit me." Lin Tingan didn't realize that he There was such a bit of aggrieved and coquettish flavor in his tone.

Du Xuan unconsciously lowered her voice and said, "Why?"

"I didn't do well in Chinese."

"How bad is it?"

"47 points."

Du Xuan was startled by this result at first, but Lin Tingan, who usually bluffed like this, could not help comforting him: "It's okay, you are not quite used to the textbooks here, you will be fine."

Lin Tingan puffed up his chest: "Really?" Then he suddenly froze and lowered his head in frustration, "I can't understand it. I used to be very bad at Chinese. Sometimes I really can't understand those articles."

"If you have nothing to do, read more books. If you usually read a lot, you will naturally improve."

"Oh." Lin Tingan snorted, thinking that your rhetoric is exactly the same as what the teacher said, and it is of no practical use at all.

Perfunctory also needs to be sincere, and it's too boring for you to be so "perfunctory".Lin Ting'an felt a little angry. Anyway, the friendship of a chewing gum, a bottle of pulse and a bag of plums, this sour, sweet and spicy friendship, is supposed to be quite exciting, why are these words so weak?

Tsk tsk, Lin Ting'an sighed in his heart, after all, he is an "excellent student representative", and his words are all routines, just like the Chinese teacher!

Du Xuan hesitated for a moment, then looked down at her watch: "I still have class to leave first, I will talk to you when I come back."

"It's already seven o'clock, and there is still class?" Lin Tingan's dissatisfaction was quickly replaced by surprise and sympathy, "What time do you have to come back after class now?"

"There is a chemistry class at 07:30, and the get out of class ends at nine o'clock."

Lin Tingan snapped his fingers and said, "You have English on Saturday morning and math in the afternoon, chemistry on Friday night, physics on Tuesday night, writing on Thursday night, and piano on Sunday morning. Do you still have time to rest?"

Du Xuan said lightly: "Yes, am I still free on Sunday afternoon?"

"Ha, you are really content." Lin Tingan shook his head.

Du Xuan waved his hand: "I really have to go, you should go back quickly, it's getting dark."

Lin Tingan looked at Du Xuan, and felt that the schoolbag behind him was really too big, and it weighed heavily on Du Xuan's shoulders, almost pushing him into the invisible deep underground.