Chi Guang

Chapter 110 Parents Meeting

Before the division of subjects, the nine exams were peeled off in one breath, Xu Chichuan lay on the table with a tired look: "Finally, I can calm down for a few days."

It did not stop for three days. On the fourth day, during the lunch break, Li Yuzhun carried a stack of rankings into the classroom and hurriedly put them down: "The rankings of the monthly exam results, one for each person, and the monitor will send it."

"Damn it so fast?!"

"Okay, it's time to die."

"Damn, I thought I could live for two more days."

"Brothers, remember to burn some paper for me at the first seven."

"Fuck!" Qiu Ming looked at the ranking and exclaimed, "Yibai Math 140!"

Everyone looked back one after another, staring at the little boy in the corner of the third row from the bottom, with different eyes.

"Awesome, fuck me."

"I got so many points in the test, my dad must dig out my great-grandfather and grandpa together and tell them the good news of this glorious ancestor."

The girl at the back table poked him on the back with a look of envy: "Can I ask you questions I don't understand in the future?"

"Amitabha, Brother Yibai," the boy at the front desk turned around and clasped his hands together: "Can I worship before the math test?"

Li Yibai's face was flushed red, his white knuckles were about to break off the cap of the pen, his chest breathing became more and more rapid, his back was bent even more, his head was buried deep in the pile of books, looking at his tense back, Xu Chichuan Quietly clenched his hands.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, a louder voice took the first step: "Come directly to worship you Brother Yu, one step is in place, and bless you to get promoted and get rich and marry a wife."

"Okay," the boy stood up and made a bow with a smile, "Then brother Yu will send you a beautiful wife."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah!"

Li Yibai secretly looked up from the pile of books amidst laughter, Luo Yu winked, Liu Maoyuan understood: "Our school committee is also awesome, Chinese 130, first in grade."

"That's right," Qiu Ming consciously slipped his words, and grabbed Xu Chichuan's hand, as sincerely as possible: "Chuan'er, let me inhale Yang Qi before the next monthly exam."

Zhu Dong, who passed the Chinese language, raised his hand high: "Take me, take me!"

Xu Chichuan: ...

Qiu Ming was still about to say something, but suddenly felt a gust of cool wind sweeping past his back, turned his head to meet the dark eyes of the class leader Mu, and threw away his hand like an electric shock: "Mumumumu, brother Mumu!"

"Tsk," Luo Yu smiled strangely: "Xiao Maomao, accompany brother to the square to pick oranges at night."

"Huh? That orange is not tasty, it makes my teeth sour."

"I want to eat sour ones." Without any fear of Mu Shihai's sharp eyes, "Eating too much sugar will make you sweet, and sour ones will relieve your greasy."

The class bell rang at the right time, interrupting the invisible shadow of swords and swords in the air.

The ranking given by Li Yuzhun is based on the scores of the general subjects. The last four columns separately calculate the scores and rankings of the main subjects plus the comprehensive literature or comprehensive science. Among the sixty names, Mu Shihai can be seen at a glance: class Ranked No. 40. Second, Chinese 113, Mathematics 111, English 103, Science Comprehensive 198, Wen Comprehensive 212, um... let’s make do, I’m only a freshman in high school, so I can check for gaps and make up for the gaps, and I can get a better exam next to myself two copies.

许迟川数到No.20三个才找到自己——语文135、数学116、英语138、理综跳过不看、文综276，嗯……总分665。

It's alright, I can report to Shen Sijing.

At the class meeting in the evening, Li Yuzhun came to the classroom ahead of time with the PPT that he had done all afternoon: "How are you doing, everyone, are you satisfied with this result?"

The projector was turned on, and a row of large characters appeared on the screen—the analysis of the first monthly exam of Class [-] of Senior High School.

"Whether you are satisfied or not," said two bright lights behind the lens, "I am quite satisfied."

This satisfaction was directly reflected in the parent-teacher conference on Friday afternoon.

Shen Sijing came early, and Xu Chichuan took her around the school for a while: "This is the square, this is the teaching building, over there is the gymnasium, over there is the basketball court..."

"It's quite big," she nodded with satisfaction: "The environment is also good."

"Of course." Xu Chichuan raised his tail, "Of course the school I chose is not bad."

"Where is your tablemate? Male or female? Will her parents come?"

"Well, man," he said with some guilt, "it's Mu Shihai."

Shen Sijing was taken aback: "Are you at the same table?"

"Yes," Xu Chichuan pinched his hands and said calmly, "Ms. Li arranged it."

"Then his parents...who will come?"

"I don't know, I probably won't come." Mu Shihai didn't tell Mu Xingyong that there was a parent meeting at all: "It's almost time, Mom, I'll take you to the classroom."

Therefore, Xu Chichuan's heart was shocked when he saw a man in a neat suit in Mu Shihai's seat flipping left and right with the report card.

Mu Xingyong actually came.

It was completely different from the selfishness and coldness in Mu Shihai's description. The man in front of him was personable, and he stood up and gave up his seat and offered his hand: "Hello, Mu Xingyong, Mu Shihai's father."

Shen Sijing packed up her emotions and stretched out her hand: "Shen Sijing, Xu..."

"I know, Xu Chichuan," the man looked at the child behind her, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes: "Mu Shihai is in the same class and at the same table in junior high school, and a top student in Wenzhong [-]."

What else did the two of them say? Xu Chichuan couldn't hear him at all, so he ran out quickly and bumped into Qiu Ming head-on: "What's wrong, Chuan'er?"

"It's okay." He shook his head, "Where's Mu Shihai?"

"I didn't see it, it seems to be back to the dormitory, hey you..."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Chichuan ran away without a trace, and went straight to the back mountain where Mu Shihai lied to him for "only 5 minutes" last time. Before going up, he saw Mu Shihai coming down from the dormitory, full of anger, His face was as thin as ice.

"Brother... hiss!"

With a sudden jerk, Mu Shihai hugged him tightly, with such strength that his bones ached: "Stay away from him."

"Did you hear me, stay away from him!"

"I heard it, I heard it," quickly stretched out his hand to smooth the mad lion's fur: "I promise! Avoid him."

Mu Shihai didn't notice that his arms were shaking.

When I received a call from Mu Xingyong, I thought the man was here to ask the teacher about his crimes, but he came to the door and asked which class he was in: "What are you doing here?"

Mu Xingyong never attended his parents' meeting during the sixth year of primary school and the third year of middle school.

"A parent meeting," the man on the other end of the phone said with a smile, "Let's find out how my son is doing in school."

"And the situation of making friends."

Cold all over.

He couldn't stop Mu Xingyong from coming, and he didn't know what the man wanted to do, so he hung up the phone and frantically searched for someone in the school until now.

"Don't be afraid," hugged back with both hands, met the pair of clear eyes, the screaming and struggling beast in the chest finally calmed down, and gradually became clear: "I will protect you."

In the classroom, Li Yuzhun was talking about PPT with a smile like a spring breeze. Don’t look at the group of children lying on the wall outside the door and on the window, listening to the children who are anxiously stomping at the bottom of the wall. Surrounded by people, Shen Sijing sat on the seat and flipped through Xu Chichuan's textbook. The man next to him suddenly stood up and held out his hand to her: "Ms. Shen, I'm going first. Nice to meet you."

She was a little surprised: "Don't you ask the teacher in charge?"

"No need," the man shook his suit and put on his wallet: "I probably know everything I want to know."

Looking at the back of the man leaving, Shen Sijing's eyelids suddenly moved slightly, and a trace of uneasiness flashed across her heart, which was fleeting before she had time to study it carefully.

After waiting for a while, there were finally fewer people: "Hello, Teacher Li, I am Xu Chichuan's mother."

The man's eyes lit up: "Hello."

At this moment, 329 was in a mess. Qiu Ming's mother came to the dormitory. She didn't find the Conan manga hidden under Mu Shihai's desk, but she picked out an NBA magazine from the crack of the desk—it probably missed it when she hid it.

With a cry, Mother Qiu had already screwed on her son's ears, and the flesh on her arm shook with Qiu Ming's howl: "Stinky boy!"

"Hiss! Mom! Mom! Tap tap tap tap!"

Xu Chichuan grinned and touched his ear unconsciously.

Amitabha.

The sound of the door opening saved Qiu Ming's life.

Li Yibai opened the door, followed by a middle-aged woman who was not tall. The sweater on her body had been washed to white, and the corners were also fluffy. A few dried cement marks on the trouser legs became more conspicuous. A hole was made, and the sole of the open side was glued casually with glue. The embarrassed eyes and restless fingers were all exactly the same as Li Yibai's.

Li Yibai held her hand: "Mom, come in."

Xu Chichuan was the first to react, with a big smile: "Hello, Auntie."

"Hello, auntie," Qiu Ming rubbed his ears, expressing a weeping and laughing expression: "My name is Qiu Ming, and I sleep on the opposite bed."

Mu Shihai also bowed slightly: "Hello, Auntie."

Mother Li was a little at a loss: "Hi, hello, I..."

"Yeah! Yibai!" Qiu's mother has already held Li Yibai's hand, and she is more enthusiastic than her own son: "Sure enough, he is a math 140 student. He is smart and loves to learn. child!"

Li Yibai blushed and stammered, "Thank you, thank you, auntie..."

Qiu Ming watched helplessly as his mother's other hand skillfully embraced Li's mother, who was equally cramped, and envy quickly flowed from the corner of her mouth: "I said, big sister, you are really lucky to have such a good son who is sensible and filial, Unlike me, there are only two bastards in the family who are not worry-free, the old and the young are going to torture the old lady to death."

Qiu Ming: ...Just scold my dad, why scold me! !

When Shen Sijing came in just in time for the climax, Qiu's mother was talking about Qiu Ming's three-year-old overturning the rice bowl and the dog snatching bones from the ground, and how he went home last week and dried the last three popsicles in the refrigerator in one go. Seeing Shen Sijing was even more excited, three Stepping forward in two steps at a time, tears filled his eyes like a master of the Red Army's Long March. He couldn't speak for a long time, and finally choked out a word: "Six six five!"

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