Quick Travel: From Beginner to Master

When Zheng Xiufen returned home, she immediately saw her husband Jiang Guohua sitting on the sofa, flipping through a newspaper and humming an unclear tune. She dropped her bag, walked over and snatched the newspaper from his hand.

Jiang Guohua looked at his wife displeased, "What are you doing? Are you angry outside again?"

What are you talking about!Zheng Xiufen pinched the flesh on his arm hard.

Jiang Guohua was in terrible pain. He moved to the other side of the sofa and sat down, muttering tenaciously: "You can't take it out on me, either."

His wife has a very bad temper, and she doesn't accept anyone's fault in the family except her youngest son. Seeing that she will immediately make trouble for him when she comes back from a trip, is she probably angry with the wives she often plays with?There's no point in asking him. Can a grown man like him care about women's affairs?

Zheng Xiufen reluctantly moved over with him, folded her hands on her chest, and waited condescendingly for her husband to ask her what happened.

Jiang Guohua scratched his head and reached out to take back the newspaper, but Zheng Xiufen made a red mark on the back of his hand.

Now he was really angry. The newspaper said that the country had recently introduced a policy. He was thinking that his company could get involved, and he was studying the application procedures, but his hands were empty.

"If you have anything to say, please tell me! Zheng Xiufen, do you find it annoying to do this every day? I'm not a roundworm in your belly, so I don't know what you are thinking about all day long!"

Zheng Xiufen was not afraid at all. Why was she so confident in this family?

Because she gave birth to three sons to the Lao Jiang family!There are three of them. Others would be overjoyed if they gave birth to just one. The men of the Lao Jiang family are not allowed to listen to her.

"Jiang Guohua, why are you talking to me?"

Jiang Guohua regretted it as soon as he heard what she said. His many years of experience told him that he would definitely be found out about Chen Sesame and rotten millet later, and there would be endless quarrels.

In order to prevent the situation from escalating, he gave in without hesitation, "Stop, stop, stop, I was wrong, okay, I was wrong."

Zheng Xiufen's breath was suddenly held in her chest, and she couldn't get it out. She swallowed it back and felt uncomfortable. She could only give Jiang Guohua angrily and sit next to him.

Jiang Guohua glanced at his wife's face, then asked carefully, "What's wrong? Are you so angry?"

"What's wrong? Ask your son Jiang Yu!"

Haha, that's strange. This kid Jiang Yu is willing to make his mother angry?Jiang Guohua didn't believe it. He tended to blame his wife for causing trouble.

Zheng Xiufen didn't have to hold back for two seconds before she poured out the whole story, "It's not because of Yingdan's quota. You said you would talk to him on Sunday, but he stayed at school and didn't come back. I'm not too anxious anymore. Then I went to him and told him that Xiaoxuan should go to school but he didn’t agree. If he didn’t agree, he would beat me. Look at my hands..."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to let Jiang Guohua see the mark. But where was the red mark on her delicate white wrist?

The corner of Jiang Guohua's mouth twitched. When he noticed something was wrong in his wife's eyes, he immediately changed the subject and asked about the business, "Xiaoyu doesn't want to, are you sure? Did you not say it properly?"

Zheng Xiufen felt a little guilty when she remembered her bossy attitude, and soon became confident again, "Is this important? The point is that he doesn't listen to us now. Isn't it best for him not to let him go to Yingdan? I'm not saying, As a father, you really need to take good care of him. He disobeys his parents at such a young age, which makes me so angry..."

Jiang Guohua deeply believed that Xiaoxuan's decision to go to Yingdan was the most correct choice. He was smart and could speak well. As long as he could win over a few students from Yingdan, would the Jiang family's business still have to worry about it?What leaks out from people's fingers is more than what they have worked hard for for three years.

The image of his second son's always honest and cowardly face emerged in his mind, which further strengthened his idea.

Xiaoyu, for the sake of the future development of the Jiang family, my father can only wrong you.

"Don't worry, my wife. There are still several months before we go to Yingdan to report. We can always find a way to get Xiaoyu to agree."

Jiang Guohua gently patted Zheng Xiufen's hand to comfort her. It was a pity that the company could not do without him, otherwise he would have to go to school to find Xiaoyu and ask what was going on.

Now it seemed that he could only wait until next weekend. He leaned back on the sofa and let out a long sigh. Hey, even the dick was no longer a worry.

It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon when Ling Liang woke up. He pulled back the quilt and went to the bathroom at the corner of the floor to wash his face.

He looked at the appearance of the original owner in the mirror. His features were delicate and childish, but his whole body showed a sense of shrinking for no reason. This was a typical sign of lack of self-confidence.

Family has such a great impact on a person.

Ling Liang straightened his clothes and stood up straight. His whole demeanor had undergone a huge change.

The young man's eyes were firm and resolute, and his posture was as tall as a green bamboo. It seemed that nothing could stop him from moving forward.

He wiped the water off his hands and turned back to the dormitory.

Opening the drawer of the original owner, the enrollment certificate issued by Yingdan lay quietly in the center.

The original owner had touched this thin piece of paper many times, but in the end it became an out of reach dream for him.

Ling Liang took out the enrollment certificate from the drawer.

In fact, to be serious, even if the original owner entered Yingdan Middle School, he could only be an ordinary student, and he was too taciturn to be bullied.

It is a consistent routine for aristocratic middle schools to accept students from ordinary families. They pursue elite education. Since they want to ensure that they educate elites, competition is inevitable.

On the one hand, the purpose of recruiting ordinary students is to increase the admission rate, and on the other hand, it is to set a few benchmarks for elite students. The original owner has a strong learning ability, so it is hard to say whether he will attract jealousy here.

When he thought of this, he asked 999: "Is the admission quota at Yingdan Middle School only for ordinary students? Is it suitable for children from rich families?"

999 flipped through Yingdan Middle School's information and quickly gave an answer, "This exam is specially selected by Yingdan Middle School to select top students. Host, it is not easy for you to resell your quota."

The admission quota could not be resold, so Ling Liang was not too surprised. He was just worried about what might happen, so he asked more questions. If the quota was universal, then he would lose his income in vain.

"okay, I get it."

Ling Liang regretfully put the certificate back, locked the drawer, took the original owner's school bag, took out the textbook, and looked at it carefully.

It's Monday in a blink of an eye.

The old junior high school where the original owner attended was very famous in the city. The learning atmosphere was first-class, the scenery was quiet, and the environment was pleasant. Before seven o'clock, the sound of reading could be heard on the campus.

Ling Liang entered the class with his schoolbag, talking to 999 in his mind as he walked.

"The high school entrance examination is about to take place. Do you think I am taking the exam with junior high school students even though I am such an old person? Do you think I am bullying the younger ones?"

999: "If you could stop the smile on your face, your words would be a little more convincing."

Ling Liang laughed even harder when he heard this. He also knew that this was immoral, but the feeling of killing a novice village by a full-level god was so good, how could he break it?

999: "Host, don't forget, no matter how well you do in the exam, you still have to go to No. 52 High School in the end."

This handful of cold water was so powerful that Ling Liang couldn't laugh at all.