Dreaming back to the 90s to help my dad catch a rival in love

Regarding Fan Xia's future development, after meeting Police Officer Da Fan in the "real world", Ning Xiaobei has at least confirmed that he will never be reduced to a work-study school, nor will he become a dangerous member of society.

"Fan Xia wants to go to No. [-] Middle School with me, right?"

In the living room on the first floor of Ning's house, after dinner, Ning Xiaobei patted the shoulder of Fan Xia who was sitting next to him, and said to Uncle Zhao who was sitting next to his father.

Originally, he also wanted to find an opportunity to talk to Uncle Zhao about Fan Xia's future, and he also wanted his father to take him to the Workers' New Village.

Who knew that as soon as I got home today, I saw Uncle Zhao helping Dad in the kitchen and washing fish by the sink.

After careful questioning, I found out that there was news from his family's welfare housing.The group has already approved the report, and now the documents are going through the process inside the factory, and the keys will be released in about two months, so Uncle Zhao bought a lot of cooked food and came over early to congratulate Dad.

Unlike Ning Jianguo, who can only work hard, Manager Zhao, who often goes in and out of the leadership office with the factory manager, has a lot of gossip.

"Xiaoxia, are you sure? Do you want to take the No. [-] middle school exam?"

Zhao Jingwen folded his arms around his chest, looked at the embarrassed Fan Xia solemnly, and asked pretendingly.

"Well……"

Fan Xia had nothing to do but nodded his head.

"Nong, a kid, why does he have an idea every day? Last time my uncle asked Nong to enter a better middle school, and Nong ran away from home and wanted to go to the mountains to learn martial arts. Why did Xiaobei talk to Nong, and now Nong even Dare to make the idea of ​​No. [-] Middle School? Do you think Peking University and Tsinghua University can also give it a try in the next step?"

Zhao Jingwen said with a smirk.

"uncle!"

Fan Xia is embarrassing.

"Going to the mountains to learn art" is already a stain that he can't erase in his life, and the thought of it makes him wish he could find a hole in the ground and get into it.However, this uncle wants to take it out from time to time to stimulate him.

"Okay, okay, it's a good thing for a child to ask for progress, why are you hitting him?"

Ning Jianguo said dumbfoundedly.

"But 'walking'...it's hard."

Zhao Jingwen touched his chin.

"Do you need Uncle to 'drag dredge' for you?"

Zhao Jingwen is used to running business and "clearing" everywhere, and feels that everything is easy to discuss.

"Otherwise, Fan Xia, you went to the office to find someone to inquire about. Didn't you say that your class has four eyes, and every day after class, apart from going to the toilet to pee, you just hang out in the teacher's office. Why don't you learn from others? "

"Why should I learn from Ding Zheyang? I'm not a sycophant!"

Fan Xia stared in disgust.

"Don't be so troublesome. Today, our teacher Qiu said that the final recommended places will be determined according to the results of the next mid-term exam-this time it will be based on real skills."

Ning Xiaobei analyzed, "I don't intend to occupy this spot. Anyway, I will definitely pass the self-enrollment exam at No. [-] Middle School. It would be a waste to give it to me."

When others say that, Fan Xia must think that he is farting - that is the city's No. [-] middle school.It is said that his family's self-enrollment exam selects a dozen or so candidates out of hundreds of candidates every year, and those who can pass the exam are "one in a hundred" talents.

But when these words came out of Ning Xiaobei's mouth, no matter how convincing they sounded——

What happened to Yizhong?

His boss, Ning Xiaobei, could pass the exam with his eyes closed!

It is an honor for Ning Xiaobei to be willing to go to No. [-] Middle School.

It's not that Fan Xia's brain is burnt out and he is arrogant, but what Uncle Ning said at dinner just now, except for No. [-] Middle School, in fact, the admissions teachers of the High School Attached to X University and the High School Attached to S University tried their best to find him.

These teachers all said that although Ning Xiaobei's household registration and the area where their school is located are not in the same school district, enrolling junior high school students across districts is suspected of violating the above regulations.But rules are dead, people are alive, as long as Ning Xiaobei is willing to go to their school, they can find a way to "operate and operate" to ensure that he can enter the school smoothly.

But these were all directly rejected by Uncle Ning.

There is no way, the son likes No. [-] Middle School, and the father can only support it.

So, strictly speaking, it wasn't No. [-] Middle School that chose Ning Xiaobei.Instead, Ning Xiaobei chose No. [-] Middle School.

Thinking of this, Fan Xia somehow felt proud.This may be the unique feeling of being recognized as the boss of Xueba.

"So, in the next exam, theoretically speaking, as long as Fan Xia gets grade No. 4 in the exam, he can get this recommended spot."

Ning Xiaobei clenched his fist.

"'As long as the fourth grade'..."

Zhao Jingwen looked at his nephew's dull expression, and looked at Ning Jianguo with a wry smile.

"Is the 'as long as' in Nong's son's mouth a little sticky (very powerful). Taking the No.4 test is like going to the vegetable market to buy side dishes, a little light."

After hearing this, Fan Xia stretched out two small black paws to cover his eyes.

"During the final exam last year, Fan Xia was already No.10 in the class. According to the grade ranking, it is not very difficult to be in the 29th... fourth place in the grade."

As Ning Xiaobei said, he patted Fan Xia heavily on the shoulder, "Anyway, as long as you sprint to the top this time, it will be fine. Fan Xia, I have confidence in you. And I will help you."

Although exams and study are similar things, strictly speaking they are still two different things.At least the exam is skillful.As long as you know how to use skills, it is absolutely feasible to greatly improve your ranking in a short period of time.

As someone who has gone through countless exams, big and small, Ning Xiaobei has a lot of experience in this area.

"Xiaoxia, do you have confidence in yourself?"

Zhao Jingwen crossed his legs and looked at his nephew.

"I...I have confidence in Xiao Bei."

Fan Xia lowered his hands and asked himself.

The boss says he can do it, so he can do it!

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Having said that, it is not easy to improve his grades from more than 20 to No.4 in one and a half months. The fact that No.10 is also an accidental event of "frontal head touching the ceiling" does not represent its true strength.

Regarding Fan Xia's situation, Ning Xiaobei thought hard for three days and made a complete study plan for him.

The plan is divided into two complete parts. First, improve the grades in a short period of time through the sea of ​​questions tactics, and first take the regular mid-term exam.Second, check for omissions in the remaining half of the semester, and may use part of the summer vacation time to thoroughly consolidate primary school knowledge for the upcoming junior high school courses.

"What? Don't you just need to get No.4 in the exam?"

Fan Xia looked at the "Saving Fan Xia Plan" filled with three large draft papers and turned pale with fright. He never thought that Ning Xiaobei was so cruel that he planned to interfere with his summer vacation arrangements.

In the last summer vacation of elementary school, he was going to travel to Beijing.This is what his father promised him a long time ago.

"If you don't want to delay your trip, it's just two weeks of classes at most. I'll plan in detail in the next few days and make a project... Well, I mean, make a schedule."

Excited too much, accidentally revealing her social animal nature, Ning Xiaobei was speechless.

"What's your expression? You don't think that as long as you get the recommended spot, you're done, right?"

He glanced at Fan Xia, and that ironic old father mentality surged up.

"Entering No. [-] Middle School is just the first step. Do you know how stressful the studies in No. [-] Middle School are? They are divided into four classes in one grade. From one to four, they are ranked according to their grades. There are monthly exams every month. Being at the bottom of the three monthly exams means that you will be sent to the next class. Of course, Class [-] has no place to be assigned, so it is also called the 'trash can'. Do you want to go to the 'trash can'?"

Don't ask why Ning Xiaobei knows it so clearly, because in the "real world", he spent his junior high school and high school in No. [-] Middle School, and lived like being whipped for seven full years. experience.

N years after graduating from university, when he dreamed back at midnight, Ning Xiaobei still dreamed from time to time that he was taking the ranking test in the classroom of No. [-] Middle School.

"Even if it's a 'trash can', it's still a 'advanced trash can' from 'No. [-] Middle School'..."

Fan Xia muttered softly.

Last year, the high school admission rate of No. 90.00 Middle School was [-]%, which means that even the middle and upper reaches of the fourth class can be admitted to high school.

"What are you talking about? Do you really want to go into the 'trash can'? Then I don't care about you!"

Ning Xiaobei threatened.

"Don't, don't. I'll study, can't I succeed in studying? Let's take the regular senior high school entrance examination first, right? Come on, come on, open sesame, open sesame... Alibaba is a happy young man."

How dare Fan Xia offend Ning Xiaobei, he put down the draft paper, hummed a song, and picked up Ning Xiaobei's notebook.

Ning Xiaobei said that his notes are all important points, and reading notes is more efficient than reading textbooks directly.

Now Fan Xia simply doesn't go home at night, and lives on the second floor of Ning's house again.After eating and finishing his homework every day, Ning Xiaobei will give him intensive tutoring, and he plans to make up for it until the mid-term exam is over.

The two little guys are studying hard at home, so the other two members of the Ning family can't even watch TV, and Teresa Teng can't even listen to it.

Granny Ning turned around and joined the army of mahjong after dinner. She played eight rounds at Wu Jiamu's mother's house every day before returning to the back of the main room to sleep.

As for Ning Jianguo, he went to play with Zhao Jingwen after dinner.

Zhao Jingwen asked someone to get a set of models of Russian warships from the border. The old Maozi has a rough aesthetic and is just right for Ning Jianguo.Papa Ning went to Zhao's house every day to build a bow today and a cannon tomorrow, and the progress of the project was gratifying.

During the time he was studying the notes, Ning Xiaobei was not idle.Because this mid-term exam is a unified examination for the whole district, and the school teachers did not write the questions themselves, so he studied the examination papers of the fifth grade unified examination in the district over the years-these papers were naturally taken from Teacher Qiu.

As long as Ning Xiaobei opens his mouth, let alone the exam papers, even if he wants the wig on the vice principal's head, Teacher Qiu can work hard.

This is the privilege of a good student.

"That's all."

Ning Xiaobei circled the exam questions that he thought had a high probability of being answered with a red pen, and threw them on Fan Xia's desk.

"As long as you do all these questions. Then give me a correction and check. Then I will explain it to you. There should be no major problems."

Fan Xia felt that Ning Xiaobei couldn't speak very much today—is it appropriate to put the words "just", "as long as" and "should" on Fan Xia?

"However, the biggest problem with your language is your composition. You speak in plain English, with no bright spots and no extra points."

Although elementary school composition is simple, it only requires simple narrative and smooth writing.It does not require novel themes and lofty ideas.However, what Fan Xia usually writes is too straightforward, and it is still difficult to get a high score.After all, he is going to compete with Ding Zheyang and Zhuang Li this time.

Let's put aside Ding Zheyang's composition level.

Let's just talk about Zhuang Li. A few days ago, an article she wrote "The Star in My Heart" had somehow spread to their class. Ning Xiaobei was lucky enough to glance at it.

In the article, Zhuang Li used seven or eight parallel sentences, more than a dozen idioms and all kinds of gorgeous rhetoric to praise her idol, the eternal prince Alan Tam.

The sincere feelings and gorgeous sentences moved the opponent's sister Wang.

Wang Qingyu shed tears when she saw it, thinking about why she couldn't write an article of the same level to praise Leslie Cheung?She is not a competent "Rong fan", she blushes, she is ashamed, she only buys Leslie Cheung's stickers, cassettes and posters...

In short, for those who can write that kind of thing, can't they write compositions at their fingertips?

"In this way, you write these composition topics first. I'll revise them for you after I'm done, and you memorize them. When it's time for the exam, use them appropriately according to the topics. The key is to use more idioms and allegories."

"Come down?"

Fan Xia's dark face turned darker.

He watched Ning Xiaobei draw up seven or eight composition topics on the paper in a "brushing" manner, only to feel that his throat was first bitter and then dry.

"Fan Xia, you can do it, right?"

After finishing the composition questions, Ning Xiaobei put down his pen, took Fan Xia's right hand with both hands, and looked at him with sincere eyes.

"When we arrive at No. [-] Middle School, can we still be at the same table?"

"Of course! Your tablemate must be me!"

Fan Xia nodded without hesitation.

How can there be others by the boss's side?

Ning Xiaobei put down his hand and turned around.

Silly boy, don't you know that in addition to arranging shifts according to grades, No. [-] Middle School even arranges class seating charts according to grades?

A class of No.1 Lao Tzu is bound to win the throne, and wants to sit with me...

Ning Xiaobei turned his head and glanced at Fan Xia who was writing furiously.

Work hard, kid.

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The frontal bone hits the ceiling: Shanghai dialect, describing luck so good~~

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