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Ren Yan stood outside the classroom and played with his mobile phone for a while, and the parents who had finished the grade-level parent meeting in the auditorium came over one after another.

During the period, the girls from Class 8 gathered together and stood not far away, whispering to each other, discussing this "school grass brother" in full swing.

Ren Yan was standing against the wall. He looked young and didn't wear a school uniform. His appearance was gentle and gentle. On the high school campus surrounded by sacks of school uniforms, he naturally became a beautiful landscape, and the girls in other classes also heard the news. He poked his head out of the classroom, blushing and staring straight ahead.

Li Yi was very puzzled, thinking that Duan Xifeng would not change his head if he went out of the country, so he asked Duan Chuiyu in a low voice: "Hey, what's the situation? This is your brother? Brother Xifeng has plastic surgery in England?"

Duan Chuiyu squinted at him, with a mentally retarded expression on his face.

"Hey! I knew it!" Li Yi approached him, "Who is this guy? Where can I find an extra who is so handsome?"

"..."

Duan Chuiyu had nothing to say.

"You don't know this person?" Duan Chuiyu asked him.

Li Yi was full of doubts: "Where did I know you?"

"You pushed someone into the water in order to rob someone's shoes, have you forgotten who you robbed?"

Li Yi was stunned for two seconds, moved his gaze to Ren Yan, and immediately retracted it, and said in a low voice: "Damn, I just said that it looks like I've seen it somewhere before! What's the situation? When did you catch up with someone?" of?"

"He's my tutor." Duan Chuiyu glanced at Ren Yan, and saw a group of girls who wanted to strike up a conversation but didn't dare to go forward two meters away.

Parents of other students arrived at the door of the classroom in twos and threes. Duan Chuiyu walked up to Ren Yan who was concentrating on his phone and snapped his fingers: "Hey! Stop playing, it's time to go in brother."

Ren Yan looked at the information seriously, and snapped his fingers without warning, causing his eyelashes to tremble in sudden surprise. He raised his eyes and looked at Duan Chuiyu.

"Scared?" Duan Chuiyu felt that Ren Yan's frightened expression was inexplicably funny, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, "Brother, you are not scared."

The heart of a teenager is like silk rain, which cannot be caught or touched. Duan Chuiyu seems to be a little crazy. After half a day of work this morning, he seems to want to call out all the "brothers" in his life.

But Ren Yan sounds very useful.

"You seem to be in a good mood today." Ren Yan said as he walked towards the classroom.

Ding Qi organized the parents to sit in the seats of their children, and asked the class monitor to send the monthly exam score slips to every parent present.

There is not enough space in the classroom, and students can only wait in the playground and outdoor activity room.

Ren Yan followed Duan Chuiyu's lead and sat down in his seat. Class 8 was for two people to sit together. When Ren Yan took his seat, there was already a well-dressed parent of a student sitting next to him, who was Song Ying's mother.

After receiving the grade slip handed over by the class monitor, the parent's expression became visibly displeased.

Ren Yan saw her crumpling up the grade strip and throwing it on the corner of the table, then walked out of the classroom with her mobile phone.

Ren Yan took the grade slip handed over by the class monitor, seeing that it could turn into a single-digit score with a little effort, the veins on his forehead couldn't help but twitch.

With this grade, let alone going abroad, you may not even be able to graduate from high school.

Ren Yan pinched the slender grade strip and twisted it back and forth a few times, thinking deeply.

It turned out that his good student was not only bad at English, but also bad at other subjects.

This test score is really bad, especially in English...

Ren Yan narrowed his eyes. 68 points.

The test paper with a perfect score of 150, the things taught these days have been fed to the dogs by this little beast.

The parent of the student who went out just now came back again, and she sat down with a cold face, brushing the somewhat messy temple hair around her ears.

Ren Yan folded the grade strip into small pieces, held it in his hand and played with it carelessly. He glanced at Duan Chuiyu's desk. The size of the wine glass.

The superficial skills are well done, but the inside is not so good. The belly of the table is full of papers and tutoring materials, and there is only a small clean space in the belly of the full table.

That place seemed to be deliberately isolated from the surroundings. It was three inches square and empty, with only a pen in it.

The homeroom teacher handed out the students' monthly exam papers again. Ren Yan flipped through the papers and glanced at them. He was reading them intently, when a gust of wind blew past his ears, and the familiar fragrance of washing powder blew past his face.

"Let me take something." Duan Chuiyu rang in his ear with a slight panting voice, his arm went around Ren Yan's armpit, and stretched into the belly of the table.

Duan Chuiyu rolled over, half squatted and leaned against the front side, the hair on the back of his head inadvertently brushed against the tip of Ren Yan's nose.

The ends of his hair were stained with the smell of shampoo, lemony, with a fruity fragrance.

Ren Yan felt his nose itchy, leaned back a little, and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Extracurricular exercises in physics." Duan Chuiyu blurted out his answer.

"Li Zong 97, is it also the result of extracurricular practice?" Ren Yanman asked casually.

With a guilty conscience, Duan Chuyu searched for the guidance book without saying a word.

Ren Yan didn't ask anything, Duan Chuiyu pretended to be okay, walked out of the classroom with the physics tutorial book, and took the pen with him.

As soon as he walked out, Duan Shixian came to the door of Class 8 classroom on his back, which shocked Ding Qi.Duan Shixian is the principal of No. [-] Middle School. After all, his status is quite sensitive, and he would not easily attend the parent meeting. Ding Qi did not expect that he would come, let alone that Duan Chuiyu would have two parents attending the parent meeting at the same time.

He glanced at Duan Shixian in surprise, then turned his gaze to Ren Yan under the podium.

Duan Shixian walked up to Ding Qi, his posture was very low, just looking at his clothes, he looked like an ordinary parent of a student, no one present except Ding Qi and Lin Jiaqi knew his true identity.

"Teacher Ding." Duan Shixian called out in a low voice.

"Duan—" Ding Qi paused, and changed his words: "Father Duan Chuiyu, why are you here?"

"Duan Chuiyu's mother and brother don't have time. The last parents' meeting in the third year of high school is over, and I still have to come and listen to it." Duan Shixian knows how important this stage is to Duan Chuiyu's future, and also understands that no one will extend it at this moment. Standing behind him with his arms stretched out, the child must have resentment in his heart.

Xu Yafei is getting older, and the things he cherishes have changed and become less, so why not him.

Adults are different from children. Children think that things that are broken should be thrown away, but adults will choose to repair them.

Ding Qi looked embarrassed, glanced at Ren Yan, and whispered: "But, Duan Chuiyu's brother has come over."

"What? Xifeng?" Duan Shixian looked back following Ding Qi's gaze, and saw an unfamiliar face, he frowned slightly, and said nothing.

"Then this—"

"I see." Duan Shixian said without revealing Ren Yan's identity, "I didn't know his brother would come, so I'll leave first."

The moment Duan Shixian turned around, he turned to look at Ren Yan, who walked towards him.

Ren Yan watched him walk over, and already guessed in his heart that he should be Duan Chuiyu's father.Duan Chuiyu never took the initiative to mention his father, Ren Yan only knew that his parents divorced a year ago, and the relationship between Duan Chuiyu and his father seemed to be very stiff.

"I'm Xiaoyu's father." Duan Shixian whispered, took out a pen from the front pocket of his shirt, asked Ren Yan for a piece of note paper, and wrote his phone number on the paper, "The parent meeting is over, you Can you call me at this number?"

Ren Yan nodded slightly.

According to the original plan, the parent-teacher meeting will last about an hour. During this hour, the students are free to move around in the playground and outdoor activity room, waiting for their parents.

Class 8 is a pilot class. Although there are pure boys, all of them are masters of solving problems, and they rush to rush homework during this free time.The open-air activity room was basically full, and the students who didn't get an empty seat had to go to the library to work hard.

Duan Chuiyu had finished her homework a long time ago, and was sitting on a wicker chair struggling with physics competition questions.After finally finishing knocking, he lay back on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest.

The eyes are closed, but the ears are not clean.

In addition to Class 8, there were students from other classes in the open-air activity room. Seeing that he was free at hand, the courageous girls walked up to him step by step and asked about Ren Yan.

Tu Lei took the lead and walked in the forefront of the masses.

"Hey Duan Chuiyu, what is your brother's constellation? How old is he? Do you have a girlfriend? Can I ask him for a WeChat account?"

Duan Chuiyu opened his eyelids, and glanced at her with a lazy expression.

The moment he opened his eyes, he realized that he was surrounded by a group of female compatriots, and there were a few familiar faces among them, who had handed him small love letters and gifts more than once before.

Duan Chuiyu was too lazy to deal with it, and directly dismissed all the candidates for Mrs. Ren: "He has a girlfriend."

The girls around drew out a long "ah", sad and unwilling.

Duan Chuiyu put on his schoolbag and planned to go home directly. He had just taken a step when his mobile phone notified that he had received a WeChat message.

Chat termination procedure: Your brother should not send you abroad, he should send you to the Academy of Fine Arts.

Duan Chuiyu replied with a question mark.

Mouth:?

Chat Termination Procedure: [image]

Duan Chuiyu opened the picture and took a look.

The picture is a question on Ren Yan's comprehensive science test paper. The question asks "the principle of the electromagnetic pump". I couldn't hand in the papers in advance, so I drew the principle in the form of diagrams when I was bored.

Of course, the result was nothing, and the teacher marked it with a red pen beside him, and sent out a soul torture: What about drawing cartoons with me?You suffer.

Thinking of this, Duan Chuiyu sneered, and replied: Is the painting good-looking?Is there any hope of being admitted to an art academy?

Chat Termination Procedure: .

Through that ".", Duan Chuiyu seemed to be able to see Ren Yan's handsome face that was so angry and expressionless. He deliberately teased him, and typed back: Hey, I'm having a parent-teacher meeting, and I'm still playing with my mobile phone. Be careful when I tell you teacher

Chat Termination Procedure: .

Duan Chuiyu looked at the phone screen and laughed for a long time, and changed Ren Yan's remarks - full stop wholesaler.

There was a faint sobbing sound from the corner of the stairs. Duan Chuiyu stood on the stairs with his hand hooked on the shoulder strap of his schoolbag and paused for a while. He went downstairs in two steps. He saw Song Ying standing at the top of the stairs, facing the wall and wiping her hand I rolled my eyes.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, she was taken aback, and wiped her face indiscriminately.

"What's wrong?" Duan Chuiyu walked over.

Song Ying turned her back to Duan Chuiyu, sniffed her nose, and turned around in embarrassment.

"It's nothing." Her nasal voice was heavy, and she startled herself when she spoke.

Song Ying's eyes were red, she lowered her head and sobbed.

"Did your mother scold you?" Duan Chuiyu asked directly, he had bumped into the stern lady in the corridor just now.

Song Ying bit her lower lip, and said in a tone of resignation and compromise, "I'm used to it."

The word "swearing" is a bit heavy. Her mother is a decent person. In her eyes, the things she said to her daughter shouldn't be called "swearing". Instead, it should be called "demanding".

After transferring to No. [-] Middle School, the single mother who regarded her daughter as the only support, made it clear that she hoped to see her daughter win the first place in the grade in the monthly exam.

But Song Ying didn't meet her request, the so-called "demanding" came at her head, and the invisible pressure piled up bit by bit to form a mountain, weighing her down until she couldn't breathe.

This mountain has always existed since before, and it has been moved several times, and it is still with us, and it is getting heavier and heavier.

The learning progress of each school is different. Song Ying feels that she has put in her utmost efforts in this monthly exam. Where is the capital?There are mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people. She doesn't think she has the absolute ability to get the first place in her grade, so she can't bear this "demanding".

Song Ying pursed her lips, and tears suddenly fell down, unable to stop.

Duan Chuiyu handed her a tissue.

"I, I really think I've tried my best." Song Ying kept wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a tissue, "I'm so tired, I hate moving, I hate going to cram school, I hate drinking those tonic soups... Why do you have to force me to..."

The transfer student who was usually silent and motivated, but now her eyes were red from crying. Duan Chuiyu saw that her eyes were blurred, but she clenched her lips tightly, clinging to the last bit of stubbornness.

In the battle of the college entrance examination, some people rushed forward spontaneously, and some were forced to go forward by external forces. He was left behind those people. He wanted to take a step forward, but felt that his steps were vain. Empty, can not fall to the bottom.

No one has asked for anything from him, and he has never bothered to pay attention to the only one.

After all, all that person cares about is his face as the principal of the university.

Duan Chuiyu said: "Everything you learn is for yourself, and you also have the right to decide what you should do, as long as you don't regret it."

He doesn't know how to comfort people, and he speaks very straightforwardly: "Since I think I've tried my best, let your mother stay where she is cool. It's not her who is working hard at school all day long. What the hell is she doing here? ?”

Duan Chuiyu took out a whole pack of tissues from his pocket, threw it to Song Ying, turned and left.