Dressed until the male god was young

Regarding the matter of Zhou Jiayu dropping out of school, what Lu Ning thought at first was, could it be the butterfly effect caused by his time travel.But after thinking about it, Zhou Jiayu had already dropped out of school for more than a year, so it should have nothing to do with him, a butterfly flapping its wings.

It's just that he couldn't figure out how a social brother who dropped out of high school could suddenly become a top student of Beijing University.

Is it a fake resume?

It shouldn't be, according to the ability of Internet scraping in later generations, if the resume is falsified, it will be scrapped to the bone 800 years ago.

He couldn't figure it out, so he didn't bother to think about it anymore.All in all, with the opponent's ability, even if he didn't go to university, he might be able to become a trend-setter of the times. He should think about his dream of Beijing University.

The next day at school, the mid-term results were announced. Lu Ning, the first in the airborne grade, caused a little sensation, because he was [-] points higher than the second Tian Feng, and with this score, he would be admitted to a key university without any problem.

And when he came home from self-study next night, there were a lot of things on Lu Ning's desk.

Song Chunmei, who closed the stall early and returned home, said with a smile, "Ningning, Mom and Uncle Fang bought you milk and nutritional products. You can take some to school tomorrow."

Lu Ning looked at the milk powder, malted milk essence, brain gold and Hericium erinaceus oral liquid on the table, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

Apart from milk powder, how could he dare to eat more nutritional products in this era?

But these things obviously cost a lot of money, and they came from Song Chunmei's deep maternal love. He didn't want to disappoint his good mother, so he replied with a smile: "I know." After thinking about it, he pretended to add something casually , "However, I will just buy milk powder in the future. I am afraid that I will eat too much nutrition and have no stomach to eat."

Song Chunmei laughed and said, "It's just a few mouthfuls. It won't affect your meal. Starting tomorrow, Mom will cook two eggs for you every morning."

Lu Ning: "Don't bother."

Song Chunmei: "What's the trouble with boiling an egg. You eat it in the school cafeteria at noon and night. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with nutrition, so I can only make up for it in the morning." Then he looked him up and down, "Look at you, how skinny you are. ah!"

Lu Ning smiled helplessly: "Then thank you, Mom."

In the past twenty years, the feeling of loneliness and insecurity has made him a hard worker for money. Family affection is very strange to him—in fact, he is very strange to all emotions.But he had to admit that people are animals that crave affection, and Song Chunmei's maternal love made him feel warm, as if he had really turned back into a child who needed a mother.

As if thinking of something, he said, "By the way, Mom, we will have a parent-teacher meeting this Sunday afternoon."

"Parents meeting?" Song Chunmei was stunned.Although she is now a member of a machinery factory, she is essentially a country woman. Her son is 17 years old. She has never held a parent-teacher meeting. Now when she hears what the child said, she suddenly becomes nervous and asks, as if facing an enemy, " So what should I prepare?"

Lu Ning laughed: "No, just go to the classroom to listen to the head teacher. Teacher Sun, the head teacher, you have met, he is a very good teacher."

"Oh." Song Chunmei nodded repeatedly.

Even though she said so, Song Chunmei still didn't dare to be negligent when she went to the parents' meeting for the first time, especially this time her son was the first in the grade, and she, as a mother, couldn't embarrass him.

She wanted to buy a new dress, but she was reluctant to spend the money, so she bought a piece of cloth and squeezed out a new dress with the sewing machine.

At noon on Sunday, before leaving for school, Song Chunmei, who had put on new clothes, pulled her son nervously and asked, "Ning Ning, won't I embarrass you by wearing this?"

Song Chunmei is less than 40 years old this year. In 30 or [-] years, female stars of this age can even act in idol dramas about dating.But she is a low-level working woman. She has worked hard all year round and neglected maintenance. Her face has long been stained with wind and frost. Fortunately, she is naturally beautiful and her skin is fair. Although her age can be seen and her clothes are outdated, she is still a beautiful woman .

Lu Ning has no idea about the beauty and ugliness of women, but he thinks that Song Chunmei is beautiful, a kind of beauty that shines with femininity.

He laughed and said, "My mother is so pretty, why would she embarrass me? When I go to school later, I'm afraid people will think we are siblings."

Song Chunmei spat: "You're talking nonsense!"

That's what he said, but there was a smile that couldn't be concealed from the corners of his brows and eyes.

Excited along the way, Song Chunmei pulled her son to say no, and walked to the school without knowing it.

As soon as they entered the gate, there was a sound of car horns behind them. Song Chunmei hurriedly pulled Da Ning aside. The mother and son turned their heads subconsciously, only to see a Crown car slowly driving in.

The car stopped inside the door, and the young driver wearing a jacket got out of the car, came to the back row and opened the door, a middle-aged woman with short hair permed, carrying a small brown bag, and dressed in jewels came out.

She glanced at Song Chunmei who was standing beside the car, her rich face showed disgust and contempt, and she said lightly: "If it wasn't for my son, I wouldn't be bothered to come to some parent meeting, sit in a room with poor people, think about it." It hurts all over."

At the same time, a boy got out of the car unhurriedly. It was Guo Zhiwei who had just recovered from his injury for two days.

This graceful and luxurious woman is Guo Zhiwei's mother, Zhang Baoling, the wife of the director of the machinery factory.

Lu Ning is very disapproving of this kind of people. The slogan of "some people get rich first" has only been around for a long time. Those people who got rich by being moths of the country have forgotten that this is socialism, and they have started the bourgeoisie.

As for Song Chunmei, she naturally didn't have the calm attitude of her son. She knew Zhang Baoling, and she was a high-ranking official wife to her. She greeted people obediently: "Section Chief Zhang!"

Zhang Baoling didn't know her, so she snorted as a response, and raised her hand to greet her son who was about to go straight to the teaching building: "Weiwei, wait for me."

He trotted forward and caught up with his son.The teaching director Wang Xinhe came up from the inside, with a fawning expression on his face: "Section Chief Zhang, it is really rare for you to come to hold the parent-teacher meeting in person. Before it starts, go to my office for a cup of tea."

"No, I'd better go to the classroom first, lest Mr. Sun think I'm special."

"Hey, Chief Zhang, you are so approachable."

Lu Ning looked down on these people very much, but when he turned his head and saw Song Chunmei's self-ashamed appearance, he knew that his mother had low self-esteem.

In fact, there is no need to feel inferior. The greatest wealth of parents is not money but children. Isn't my son a hundred times better than Guo Zhiwei?

No, a thousand times.

Forget it, it’s still not comparable, and the price drops.

"Mom, let's go up."

Song Chunmei recovered from her low self-esteem, and hurriedly nodded: "Okay, okay."

Half of the students in the class are children of the machinery factory, and the parents naturally recognize Zhang Baoling. As soon as she came in, many people surrounded her and said compliments.

Zhang Baoling was used to being praised in the small world of the factory area. She was listening to all kinds of compliments, showing off how much her hair was permed, and the bag in her hand was imported. Song Chunmei and Lu Ning entered the classroom.

The red list of Lu Ning's first grade is still posted on the bulletin board downstairs. Parents know that there is a seedling of a key university in the school.No matter how incompetent their own children are, there is no one who does not care about studies and envies good grades when they come to the parents' meeting.

I don't know which parent pointed to Song Chunmei and Lu Ning and said, "That's Lu Ning and his mother, the number one in the grade!"

So Qi Qi, who had been surrounding Zhang Baoling's parents, rushed over to say hello to Song Chunmei.

"Oh, Lu Ning's mother, look at your Lu Ning, not only has good grades, but also looks so handsome."

"You must share it later, how to educate children."

"Yes, yes, I have to learn from you."

Song Chunmei had never seen such a battle before, she was happy but at a loss, she blushed and hesitated, "I... I don't have any experience, it's my family, Ningning, who realizes it."

And Zhang Baoling, the wife of the factory director who was suddenly left out in the cold, looked so dark that she couldn't even cover her face when she saw the situation.

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In the past few days, I have accumulated some manuscripts, and the updates are not scheduled at night, and I will strive for a regular schedule later.