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"If you said you would agree to my request, let's keep count." Since Song Ci'an agreed last time, he has owed six requests so far. If he continues to improve in this final exam, it will be seven.

"Well, count." Song Ci'an said.

The results came out quickly. The results were announced in the morning and the parent-teacher conference was held in the afternoon of the same day.

After the results were announced, the school would hold a mobilization meeting for senior high school students, so all high school sophomores were summoned to attend the final commendation and summary meeting in the school auditorium.

Compared with previous years when only a transcript was issued, today's various matters are particularly troublesome.

"Hey, Brother Song, you said there is no suspense with you in first place." Wang Jin on the side winked at Song Ci'an.

"Students, be quiet and don't talk." The director of the department looked at the noisy class and patted the table. "Now everyone lines up to go to the auditorium. After the commendation meeting, everyone can go home. But please note that at 2:30 p.m. Bring your parents to school together."

No one can be happy in front of the results, especially when there is a parent-teacher meeting in the afternoon, and there are sighs in the classroom.

This commendation meeting was particularly cumbersome. Before the meeting, the leaders talked a lot before getting to the awards ceremony.

After they entered the auditorium, their transcripts were posted on the exhibition list at the school gate. The top 100 leaders in the grade will read out the results, while the others will have to go out and look at the results later.

This is undoubtedly more exciting for students with top grades. As for the students whose grades are relatively low and who will never get into the top 100 in their grade no matter how much smoke comes out from their ancestral graves, I'm sorry, but I don't care.

"First place, Song Ci'an, Class 2, Grade 2; Second place, Jiang Yanbai, Class 1, Grade 2; Third place, Suzhou, Class 2, Grade 2; Fourth place, Wang Xinyu, Class 7, Grade 2... The tenth place, Grade 1 Lin Huai from Class 22." The top 100 people came to the stage in groups of ten to receive their awards. The first place will receive a scholarship of RMB 50,000, the second to fifth place will receive a scholarship of RMB 10,000, and the sixth to tenth place will receive a scholarship of RMB 5,000.

Most people who can study in this school are not short of money, and the scholarship is more of an affirmation for them. Of course, there are also students like the original Song Ci'an who are short of money, and scholarships can also solve their urgent needs.

The students seemed to be shocked by Lin Huai’s ranking in the top ten of his grade:

"Younger? Tenth grade?"

"It turns out that everyone's IQ is 250, but I am the only one who is stable at 50."

"If my IQ were lower, I could get a disability certificate."

……

Although Lin Huai's progress in the past six months has been obvious to all, most of the students in this class know how hard Lin Huai has studied in the past six months, and he has made great progress in every exam. He can get this ranking this time because of his own efforts. Caused by.

But in the eyes of foreign students, Lin Huai's sudden rise from the bottom of his class to the top ten in his grade was tantamount to a critical blow.

However, the school leaders seemed to be aware of Lin Huai's efforts over the past six months, and even called on the students to learn from Lin Huai on the podium.

"Brother Lin, Brother Lin, let me take a look." Wang Jin turned his head and looked at the certificate of honor in Lin Huai's hand, and stretched out his hand.

Lin Huai handed the certificate of honor to Wang Jin.

Wang Jin took Song Cian's certificate of honor in his hand again and sighed, "As long as I can get one of these two things, my dad will have to tear up my family's genealogy and start writing it from me!"

Lin Huai burst out laughing, "Your father will skin you if he hears this."

"Hey, you don't understand. If I can get these results, my father would like to have me as a prisoner." Wang Jin raised his head and looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, making a serious look.

The school was very lively in the afternoon, and the open space next to the school gate was filled with private cars. There is a dedicated student reception at the school gate. If some students come early and their parents cannot find the classroom when they come later, there will be dedicated students to help them find the classroom.

Many parents stood in front of the exhibition list looking for their children's results. They couldn't find the first one, um, normal; they couldn't find the second one, and the smiles on their faces gradually became unbearable; they couldn't find the third one, and their faces gradually became gloomy. Oh, mainly because there were nearly a thousand people in the second year of high school and there were four transcripts, and there were nearly two hundred people on one.

Parents stand together in twos and threes and discuss their children's grades. Parents with good grades will naturally straighten their backs, while those with poor grades will inevitably be scolded by their parents.

"Mom, this is our class." Song Ci'an led Song's mother along the corridor. At the end of the corridor was Class 2, Grade 2. Over the past six months, Song's mother's health has almost recovered, and she will go to the hospital for check-ups in a timely manner.

The head teacher was communicating with other parents. When he saw Mrs. Song coming, he greeted the other parents and walked over to Mrs. Song.

"Hello, this is Song Ci'an's parent, right?" Apart from meeting Song's mother when she entered the first year of high school, the head teacher didn't know much about Song's mother since she knew that Song's mother was in poor health.

However, I learned from Song Ci'an that Song's mother was almost in good health after the operation, "Are you in good health?"

Song's mother didn't seem to expect that Song Ci'an's class teacher would come over and even know about her physical condition. "My health is not serious. Are you Xiao'an's class teacher?"

"Yes, Mom Cian." The head teacher seemed very happy, "Song Cian's grades are so good because of the guidance from your parents."

Song Ci'an, who was listening to the two chatting, stood behind and always paid attention to Song's mother's physical condition. After all, it was not complete yet, so she had to be careful at all times.

It was already ten minutes later when I took Mrs. Song and sat down on the seat. The two of them arrived not too early, but most parents were either complimenting each other together, or checking with the class teacher at the classroom door about their children's condition.

"Is the Song Ci'an you mentioned just coming in?"

"Yes, Dad."

"Look at others, they are looking at you. Tsk, why are there such big differences between people." There was a sigh in his tone.

He looked at his father's expression of hatred and said, "Why don't you say that my genes are good? Look at my mother, how gentle she is."

"Be careful if I tell your mother that you dislike her for not being gentle."

"Then be careful if I tell my mother that you are hiding private money."

……

Listening to the discussion outside, "Mom, the head teacher asked about our family's situation." Song Cian was explaining why the head teacher knew about Song's mother's physical condition just now.

Mother Song felt relieved after hearing this, "I've always been at ease with your child."

Some parents also came in one after another in the class. Seeing the parents gathered around to learn from Song's mother, Song Cian walked out.

Mother Lin, who was wearing light makeup and smartly dressed, said something to the boy next to her, "You're not late, are you?"

Lin Huai raised his wrist and looked at the time, "Mom, not yet, don't be so anxious."

The two of them had planned to come early, but at noon, Lin's mother went to the company because she had something to do. She had just left the company and rushed to school, so she was almost late.