MVP in the next examination room

Lao Feng, who was full of anger, finally found a suitable vent at the parent meeting.

"Mother Yuan Che, take a look. These are Yuan Che's results and rankings in various subjects in this monthly exam." On the "Small Stove" opened for Yuan Che and Tang Ran's parents, Lao Feng seized the opportunity and poured out his bitterness. , "To be honest, after so many years of teaching, this is the first time I have met such a 'special' child."

Dong Meng's mother took over the grade slip that belonged to Yuan Che, her expression was not very good: "He is..."

"It's not a problem with his ability, it's just that he has a bad attitude." Feng Zhizhong said straightforwardly, "It's normal for a child of this age to rebel, but rebelling in this way..."

Old Feng paused, "It's too rare. What do you think is the reason why he adopts this way? I have talked to him several times, but he obviously doesn't want to communicate. Is it because the family usually puts too much pressure on him, or is it because What other reason?"

Dong Meng forced a smile: "Maybe it's the rebellious period, plus I just went to high school and didn't get used to it, so the psychological pressure is a bit heavy...I will definitely have a good chat with him when I go back."

"This kid is very smart," Lao Feng nodded. "As long as he has a correct attitude, his grades will be fine. I really don't want to see such a good seedling so self-sufficient."

Dong Meng agreed with a "hey": "Definitely. Teacher, don't worry."

Feng Zhizhong sighed softly, and turned to Tang Minghua again: "Old Tang, I have actually talked about your son's problems on the phone. I have lost several hairs in less than two months after taking this class. Okay, I have to be pushed over by him."

Tang Minghua smiled wryly: "Yes, he has been in this rebellious period for several years, and now even I can't cure him."

In fact, Lao Feng really wanted to say "If you can't cure it, just give him a beating", but he endured it anyway.

"It's really impossible..." Tang Minghua opened his mouth and said in a deep voice, "It's really impossible, I'd better send him abroad."

Old Feng really couldn't hold back: "Old Tang, with all due respect, Tang Ran's current level of English...he can't pass IELTS or TOEFL."

Tang Minghua: "..."

He glanced at Dong Meng, who was beside him with a sad face, and suddenly thought of exchanging his son with her.

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"Don't follow me all the time, can you?" Yuan Che frowned and looked back, "Aren't you annoying?"

The entire first-level department of high school was holding a parent-teacher meeting, and there was no room for them in the classroom, so school was dismissed early.The boarding students were left to show their parents their seats, and most of the day students were planning to spend some time there, as the last carnival before the "execution".

After the last class in the afternoon, most of the boys in the class went to the cafeteria to have dinner. After eating, Tang Ran decided to go to the Lanhuo Internet Cafe to play: "Let's not play Fengyun Jue this time, let's play gunfight. I will beat this thief Slip, I will definitely take you to lie down and win."

"No," Ren Yuzhen looked a little sluggish, "I don't have any interest in games now."

"Tie Tou, you haven't finished copying the punishment, have you?" Jin Luo looked at him sympathetically, "Tsk tsk, Mr. Ren is really a werewolf."

Teacher Ren - Ren Yuzhen's father, because of the betrayal of "information" and the incident of moving the computer last time, punished his son with his elbows out to copy the plot of the game 50 times - he personally searched for it from the Internet and printed it out for him.

Ren Yuzhen copied from his notebook every day between classes, from novice to full-level, learned about each sect and each branch line in detail, and copied so much that he almost vomited.

"Young man," Tang Ran looked at Ren Yuzhen bitterly, "How can a young man be overwhelmed by such a storm?"

"Brother Ran, I'm not only broken," Ren Yuzhen said, "I'm also wilted."

Tang Ran turned his expectant eyes to Yuan Che.

Yuan Che didn't intend to cooperate: "I'm wilted too."

"How could you wither?" Tang Ran didn't want to believe it, "How could you wither!?" Such a good technique.

Yuan Che glanced at him indifferently: "I'm scared by your full-level skills."

Tang Ran felt very wronged: "It was an accident, I never play often, okay? If you don't believe me, go to see my shootout, solo the whole audience, and you will win a group."

Yuan Che planned to take advantage of the time when Dong Meng came to the school to hold a parents' meeting to go back and get some clothes, and didn't want to talk to him: "Don't look, let's go."

Only Jin Luo gave him face: "Brother Ran, Brother Ran, I'll go!"

"Go for a few," Tang Ran said with a bad attitude, "You are also wilted."

Jin Luo: "...???"

At the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, it got dark early, and when Yuan Che came out of the bicycle shed, the twilight had already enveloped the campus.

He rode his bicycle towards the alley to the south, and when he was about to enter the alley, he heard a sound behind him.

Tang Ran caught up rather quickly.

"I'm not bothered." Tang Ran replied, "Where are you going, why don't you go home and do your homework? It's a pity to waste such a good time."

"Are you a plaster?" Yuan Che stopped the car and said impatiently.

Tang Ran looked quite innocent: "No, no one will play with me."

"How old are you?" Yuan Che was really convinced, "You won't go to Qin Shuo?"

"He can't, there are arrangements." Tang Ran said, "He will be busy getting beaten soon."

That was pretty busy.

Yuan Che originally wanted to say that since you are so uncomfortable at leisure, why not go and accompany him, but in the end he didn't say anything, turned around and pedaled on his way.

Tang Ran's face was shy, and she fell behind neither far nor near, and didn't know what she wanted to do.

The alley was neither long nor short, and at this time, there were only the two of them in it.

Because it was not completely dark, the street lamps at the alley were passive and slowed down, and it seemed that they had no plans to turn on now.

The two of them rode their bicycles in silence, one in front of the other, and when they were about to leave the alley, four or five people suddenly appeared in front of them.

Yi Shui'er was wearing a pressed black peaked cap, with his hands in his trouser pockets, walking unsteadily, some with cigarettes in their mouths.

It's not a good thing at first glance.

Ben Yuan Che came over.