MVP in the next examination room

On the second day after the monthly exam, the grades of each subject and the ranking of the department were all released.

Lao Feng asked the school committee to paste the two forms on the back wall of the classroom. Ren Yuzhen was not even a step away from the wall when the students surrounding him pushed him against the wall again.

After reading his own, Jin Luo took advantage of his height and began to enthusiastically broadcast the rankings for the students who didn't squeeze in: "Shuozi, I saw you, and you are still in front of Brother Ran, it hasn't changed!"

"Sister Ting, you got two!"

"Old Ding! Oh, you are here, then you can see for yourself."

"Li Hong—"

Li Hong knew that his grades this time must be terrible, so he lay on the table covering his ears, howling: "Shut up! I won't listen, I won't listen—"

Shengjing Middle School sometimes attaches great importance to the sense of ritual. The routine parent meeting after the monthly exam is held on the second day after the ranking. For this reason, the school also sent invitation letters to the students in advance, asking them to take them home and hand them over to their parents.

The delicate red letter looks very festive, but in the eyes of the students with unsatisfactory scores, it is Zhang's gloomy reminder.

Yuan Che went back to the family courtyard of the power plant at noon.Yuan Ming's nose was sharper than a dog's, and he was already sitting at the dining table on time, with a mournful face on his face.Yuan Che entered the door, threw the invitation letter in front of him without looking sideways, and said in a cold tone: "Parents meeting."

"Love to go or not" is written on the face.

Yuan Ming rolled his eyes half a circle, looked down from the invitation letter, put on an air of a parent, and asked, "How much is the exam?"

Yuan Che still looked like he didn't want to answer: "You'll know if you go or not."

Dong Meng brought out a dish from the kitchen, saw the red invitation letter on the dining table, looked at Yuan Ming's expression, reached out to take it, and said, "I'll go."

Yuan Che reminded lukewarmly: "You have a night shift tomorrow."

Dong Meng was taken aback for a moment, and after thinking about it, it really was true.

Yuan Che glanced at Yuan Ming impatiently, and stretched out his hand to pull the letter: "It's fine if you don't go, it's just right."

Yuan Ming jumped up as if someone had stepped on his tail, and slapped the paper, almost tearing up the invitation letter: "Can you tell me again?"

Yuan Che lowered his eyelids slightly, and cast a slightly playful gaze on Yuan Ming's face.

Yuan Ming seemed to want to slap, but just as he moved his hand, he suddenly realized under Yuan Che's gaze: In terms of fighting, he is no longer the opponent of this brat.

Yuan Ming put down his right hand swallowing his anger, pulled the invitation letter, gave Yuan Che a vicious look, and sat back down again.

***

Yuan Che changed Tang Ran's clothes and wanted to soak them in the basin.

But Dong Meng walked out of the bathroom at some point, and asked him after a few steps: "What's wrong with your face?"

Yuan Che paused, reached out to turn off the faucet, rolled up his clothes, and said nonchalantly, "Walking carelessly."

Then he went out sideways to find a paper bag, and stuffed the clothes in with his back to Dong Meng, intending to wash them in another place.

In the afternoon, Yuan Che was called by Lao Feng to the office for an interview, and the content was similar to last time.Director Feng himself was a little tired of talking, and even asked Yuan Che "what do you want to do" several times, but got no answer, and then sighed a few times with melancholy, and asked Yuan Che: "Who will your parents meet tomorrow?" Come?"

Yuan Che's drooping eyelids flickered: "Not yet."

There was a "chuan" between Lao Feng's eyebrows, and he took a deep breath before he could restrain the urge to roar again: "What's so difficult about it? Last time it was your mother who came here, this time I called your father! The child's Things won't be empty, will they?"

At the same time, Tang Ran was also being questioned in the chemistry teacher's office.

The same encounter with students burning their homework, the father of the school committee reacted much calmer.He looked at Tang Ran with a look of extreme concern—or caring for the mentally retarded, and asked seriously: "Is burning papers fun?"

Tang Ran turned his eyes slightly, looked at the window and said, "...it's okay."

Teacher Ren didn't speak for a while, opened the drawer and rummaged through it for a while, finally found a stack of old papers that were overprinted, and handed them to Tang Ran: "These are useless, here, you burn them for fun."

Tang Ran: "..." Caring for Alzheimer's? This is it?

Seeing that he refused to answer, Teacher Ren smiled to himself, threw the paper back into the drawer, and said to Tang Ran earnestly, as if teaching a kindergarten child: "If your hands itch in the future, feel free to ask me to get it. You are welcome. We will send it to you." The new paper that goes down is dead, ah, I don’t think burning one is very enjoyable.”

Tang Ran closed her eyes, raised one hand to cover half of her face, a little dumbfounded, wondering if she should be thankful that the school committee's father is not the head teacher of class 12 - otherwise this life... would be really difficult.

*

After evening self-study, Tang Ran and Yuan Che went to the bicycle shed to push the cart.

Tang Ran unlocked the lock first, straddled the car seat to block Yuan Che's way out, and raised his chin awkwardly at him: "Sleeping God, old place, hey dog."

Yuan Che unlocked the lock in his hand. Hearing this, he raised his face and gave him a sideways glance: "My dog."

Tang Ran smiled and said: "Tsk, I really admire you. You can fall asleep while sitting and chatting. Isn't the quality of sleep better?"

Yuan Che: "..." Although he was unconscious when he fell asleep for the second time last night, and he did sleep quite well in the second half of the night, he remembered that he had finished what he had to say.

Yuan Che: "Fart, which eye did you see me chatting and falling asleep?"

Tang Ran: "Don't believe it? Don't believe me, try again tonight."

Yuan Che raised his foot to kick him, Tang Ran stepped out of the way with a smile, turned a corner and rode out: "Come on, I'll tell you if you catch me."

Although Yuan Che was not interested in whether he saw with his left eye, his right eye, or both at the same time, he didn't mind chasing after him and scolding him for being an idiot.

The night wind was cold, and the two teenagers raced on the road against the wind. They chased each other and rode for a while. In the end, they didn't know who would win and who won, but laughed and cursed and whistled all the way.

The two said goodbye politely at the fork.

Tang Ran said, "See you tomorrow, Sleepy God."

Yuan Che: "See you tomorrow, idiot."

*

Tang Ran stopped the car in front of the courtyard gate in a good mood, holding the handlebar with one hand and digging out the keys in his pocket with the other.

After touching it a few times but failing to find it, he tried to recall for a while, only to realize that he seemed to have put the key in the pocket of his hooded sweater.

He had to press the doorbell on the courtyard wall.

Although there is a nanny at home, Tang Ran has always been used to bringing keys to open the door since she was a child.This day I waited at the door for 5 minutes, but no one came out. Tang Ran frowned and pressed it again.

About another 5 minutes later, there was no one in the yard.

Lights were lit in the dark hallway, and dim light poured out from the half-closed door. Aunt Zhou, who was wearing thick winter pajamas, walked to the gate of the courtyard. Only then did Tang Ran see the sleepiness on her face—it was obvious that she had fallen asleep. Yes, I was just called by the doorbell.

Behind Aunt Zhou was a little boy who was pulling at the corner of her clothes, also yawning, his eyes full of sleepiness.This is her borrowed son here.

Tang Ran was surprised to find that there was a strange man standing next to the two of them—also dressed in home clothes, his face was almost carved out of the same mold as that of the little boy.

Tang Ran's brain, which had been down for two seconds, began to run slowly. She vaguely recalled that one morning, Aunt Zhou seemed to have asked Tang Minghua that her man had recently come to work in the city from the countryside, and he had not found a suitable rental house for the time being. Can't come to stay at home for a few days...

Aunt Zhou looked at Tang Ran apologetically: "Xiaoran is out of class? I'm so sorry. I don't know what's wrong these two days. I always feel very tired. I'll be sleepy before ten o'clock... Hurry in, hurry in, How long have you been waiting?"

Looking at their neat family, Tang Ran had an illusion in a trance—as if he was not going back to his own home, but knocked on the door of a family of three by mistake.

Tang Ran didn't go in, but stood outside the courtyard and asked, "Who is that, my dad hasn't come back?"

Aunt Zhou said: "Ah, Mr. Tang said he was going to City B, and he won't be back until two days later. The flight is tonight."

Tang Ran paused, then nodded slightly: "My phone is out of battery, so I'll come back and say, I'm going to spend the night at my classmate's house today. Go to sleep."

After speaking, without waiting for Aunt Zhou and the others to respond, they turned the car around and left.

It's neither temper tantrum nor temper, but the scene in front of him really makes him feel... No matter how he looks at it, he is the redundant one in the picture.

Tang Ran couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart—the house that Tang Minghua had worked so hard to earn for half his life was just a foothold similar to a hotel for their father and son. The convenient accommodation provided by the nanny family is suitable.

After eleven o'clock in the evening, Yuan Che took out Tang Ran's sweater from the paper bag, and went to the bathroom to fill in the water.

The old couple had already fallen asleep, and Yuan Che closed the door behind his back.

The moment the clothes were thrown away, something fell out of the pocket and landed with a crisp sound.

Yuan Che looked down at the metal ring with three keys strung at his feet, bent over and raised it, and sent a message to Tang Ran: "I just found it. Are you in a hurry to bring it to you tomorrow?"

Tang Ran didn't return.

It's normal not to look at your phone at this time.Yuan Che put the keys by the sink and went to wash the sweater.

After about 15 minutes.

Yuan Che was just lying on the bed when his cell phone rang suddenly.

Tang Ran: "Are you asleep? Open the door for me if you're not asleep."

Yuan Che put on a coat and got out of bed. When he opened the door, he felt a little guilty: "I have the key, you..."

Tang Ran waved his hand: "That's useless, I'm not here to get the keys."

Yuan Che watched him stuff the key into the bag casually, and asked, "It's almost twelve o'clock, what's the matter?"

Tang Ran didn't know why he was so nervous in the middle of the night. It was his style to find a hotel to stay in, but after leaving the community, he rode his bicycle with his brain empty and came here for some reason.

He looked behind Yuan Che, and suddenly had an idea, and said, "Ah, let me see Oreo."

Yuan Che: "..."

If there's someone who can take advantage of it, he should cut it straight away.