Sine theorem

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Are students with good grades necessarily good students?

Do students with poor grades necessarily have bad conduct?

Should they be despised?

Yan Jin often thinks about this question when she is tossing and turning in the middle of the night.

He didn't know if it was right for him to decide to be a bad student in the past, and he didn't know if it was too late for him to decide to be a good student now.

At first he struggled a little.Yan Jin is not a genius, his qualifications are mediocre, and he only got into the direct promotion class by relying on his own diligence and hard work.

He also couldn't understand those poor students who were doing nothing before, thinking that they were wasting their own and other people's time.But not being used to it is not the same as looking down on it.

It took him a month to get used to the life of poor students, restraining his urge to listen to the class and take notes.He thought that he would be able to accept the status quo well.

However, he was not reconciled.

He was unwilling to give up his studies just because of a small family accident, unwilling to lose his unassailable position on the previous red list, and unwilling to be despised by others because of poor grades.

And Xie Ting is here to break his reluctance.

But he still insists on writing his own exercise book every day, and he can figure it out by himself if he doesn't know it.This is the back road he keeps in his heart.After all, he still has a little thought in his heart—hope that things will get better one day, he no longer needs to pretend to be a poor student; he can pursue what he wants openly; he no longer needs to face a bad family environment ;He will also have a very good and close person who can listen to him tell the sufferings of these years.

Fortunately, when he could hardly hold on, Xie Ting came.It was like shining in the darkness before dawn... a ray of light came in, split the darkness, and sprinkled on his heart that was wrapped in layers.

A truck passed by the window, and the light from its headlights flashed past the open window.Yan Jin leaned on the head of the bed, as if awakened by this gleam of light.He shook the phone, turned on the screen, and there was a text message sent to him by Yan Donghai on it——

"Xiao Jin, next Sunday is your birthday, why don't... Dad hold a birthday party for you?"

Yan Donghai was very happy when he heard that Yan Jin did well in the exam.I even took the time to attend the parent meeting of the [-]th Middle School.By the way, I also remembered Yan Jin's birthday that I haven't celebrated for a long time.

Yan Jin also forgot a little, originally wanted to return a "no need", but after thinking about it, he hasn't had a decent birthday since his mother passed away.Most of the time, it is deliberately ignored in the busyness.

Yan Jin lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling. After a long, long silence, he finally replied: "Yes."

The other end of the phone answered in almost seconds.

Yan Donghai: "Okay, do you want me to reserve a box for you?"

Yan Jin: "No, I want to do it in my rented house."

Yan Donghai: "Um..."

The other end hesitated for a long time before sending the second message——

"Then...can Dad go?"

The screen turned on, and the shimmering light from it illuminated a small corner.Yan Jin thought about it seriously, and found that there were very few opportunities for Yan Donghai to spend his birthday with him. He was almost 17 years old, and the number of birthdays Yan Donghai spent with him could be counted on one hand.

"You do it."

Yan Jin didn't care if it was late at night, so she sent a text message to Xiaoniang.

【Jade (Jin)】: Miss, are you free next Sunday?

[Xiao Niang]: Yes, what's the matter?

【jade (晋)】: It's nothing serious, I will celebrate my birthday next Sunday, and I will have a meal at my rental house.Are you coming?

The little mother was a little embarrassed and sent him two crying faces.

[Xiaoniang]: I have an appointment with Meng Shixin next Sunday. Forget it...I'll come when I'm free.

Yan Jin frowned, raised her hand and sent a message, "You can bring him with you."

[Xiao Niang]: Really?Very good!I will definitely prepare a big gift for you next Sunday.

Yan Jin curled her lips, smiled briefly, and threw the phone to the bedside.He lay down on the bed, vacillating between talking to Xie Ting now or tomorrow in person.He looked at the clock on the wall - it was 02:30 at night.

Teacher Xie should be asleep, right?

Yan Jin felt that Xie Ting's sleep should not be disturbed, so she pulled up the quilt and fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning he talked to Xie Ting, and to his disappointment, Xie Ting said that there might be school arrangements for next Sunday, and we'll see the situation then.

Yan Jin almost forgot that Xie Ting was still a college student and would be busy with her own studies.He asked, "Mr. Xie, are you going to graduate school in the future?"

Xie Ting was gnawing on fried dough sticks, and said inarticulately, "Well...maybe maybe?" He shrugged, "It will depend on the situation."

Yan Jin: "Why do you depend on the situation?"

Xie Ting raised his eyebrows: "The situation decides me, not me decides the situation, OK"

Yan Jin picked up her bag, looked at Xie Ting's smooth and fair cheeks, and suddenly remembered something.

"Mr. Xie, do you remember something you didn't do?"

Xie Ting was in a daze, and asked, "What's the matter? Didn't you change your homework some day? I'll go to school to make it up."

He sneaked up to Xie Ting's side and blew into his ear: "Mr. Xie, you promised me to give me a kiss, did you forget?"

Xie Ting choked on the fried dough sticks and coughed, "What, what?"

Yan Jin leaned on the dining table and pouted her lips: "I never thought that Mr. Xie is a person with no credibility, and he has a bad memory. We made a bet, have you forgotten?"

Xie Ting, who had finally managed to catch his breath, was choked again, and it took him a long time to remember... It seemed that he had made this bet.

Xie Ting was a little embarrassed, so he just smiled and looked at him without saying a word.

"When is Teacher Xie going to cash it out?"

Xie Ting wiped his hands with a napkin, "Aren't you joking? Do you know what is called the aggressive method? This is to motivate you. I never thought that there would be a time to honor it."

Yan Jin was depressed for a while, then thought of something, touched the small head of the mushroom, and took the initiative to wash the dishes.

Xie Ting didn't notice anything wrong, clapped his hands and put the bag on his back. "Hurry up, it's getting late today."

Yan Jin let out a "hmm" in a sullen tone.

Yo, this little fart is quite childish.

Xie Ting felt that he was making trouble for no reason, and let him follow behind him sullenly all the way, and greeted the classmates who greeted him sullenly all the way.

Yan Jin's feet are still not fully healed, and although they have thrown away the support brackets, their ankles are still a little swollen.Visually, it looks better, but in fact, it is not very good for walking.

Usually Yan Jin would go to school with Xie Ting's arm, but today he didn't know what to do, so he deliberately didn't want him to help him.Seeing that he was going to be late, Xie Ting turned around and watched him walk slowly.

"Yan Jin, what are you doing all day, I spoil you, right?"

Yan Jin shook her head, not very interested.Seeing that he couldn't be coaxed, Xie Ting could only let him be bored by himself.

Since Yan Jin turned out to be nailed to the top of the list, her already high popularity has skyrocketed.The love letters that Little Fatty received to him every day were used recklessly to make drafts, and the unused ones were kept for origami airplanes to play with.

Yan Jin didn't want his help, but some bold girls around were eager to try.Seeing him grinning, Xie Ting finally lost sight of him, and took his arm, "Hurry up, we're going to be late."

Yan Jin nodded obediently, sharing part of the weight with him.

"You, how are you thinking about the transfer?"

"I do not want to go."

It was Yang Wenbo who brought up the transfer of shifts.Nineteenth Chinese and science subjects were assigned early, and I filled out the application form for liberal arts and science subjects in the first semester of high school, and divided into classes according to the results of the final exam.Xie Ting was quite concerned about this question, and asked Yan Jin, "Is there a shift system in the Nineteenth High School?"

Yan Jin nodded: "Yes, but it's a bit special"

Xie Ting had never understood the shift system of the Nineteenth Middle School, and there were many things that Yang Wenbo hadn't had time to introduce to him.

"What kind of special method?"

Yan Jin blinked, "Other schools divide classes according to the grades at the end of this semester. Ours is different. We are divided into classes according to the grades of each semester."

Xie Ting choked, "As for your grades, tsk."

Yan Jin didn't care, he smiled: "The fifth class is also very good. Besides, Xu Dongyang leads the class, I can't stand his dog temper. Maybe every week I have to persuade him to quit."

Xie Ting thought about it, and deeply agreed.

Yang Wenbo had approached him several times, always asking him if he wanted to be transferred.Xie Ting heard that he really wanted him to go to a good class, but Yan Jin said to Yang Wenbo directly in the office: "Mother Yang, you are unnecessary. You see, I used to be in the fifth class. It's different than a certain class." Did someone lead a class? What does this mean? It’s the teacher’s problem, not our students’ problem.”

Yang Wenbo listened to his nonsense without interjecting, and sipped his tea leisurely.

"I know that you and Teacher Xu are not getting along. I can transfer Teacher Xu to the first year of high school. He also has this wish."

Yan Jin didn't say anything, he was actually reluctant to thank Ting.

"Think about it again, a good learning atmosphere...is really important."

Yan Jin didn't speak, and it took a while before she said——

"Okay, I'll think about it."