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On the afternoon of the parents' meeting, all the first and second graders were free to move around on campus. About [-] people were basically distributed in the playground, small shops, cafeterias, and libraries.

The noise outside is like a big class break, and the class sits quietly with a group of parents listening to the teacher's speech.

After the parent meeting, school was over, and Tang Shan followed his father home directly.Lin Jinglei also got off the court, first went to the small shop to buy water, and then went back to class to have a look.

His seat was the same as when he left, no one had sat in it, and Principal Lin was not present.He was leaning against the wall of the corridor to drink water, and in the corner of his vision, there was a sneaky figure lingering at the door of an office on the other side of the corridor.

Turning his head, he saw Yu Zhaoyu, bent over and leaning against the door panel with his legs bent, listening to the conversation in the room.

Lin Jinglei felt that Yu Zhaoyu's cautious look was quite funny, and while watching, he carried a water bottle and went downstairs with two male classmates.

The first thing he did was to run to the parking lot to see if his uncle's car was there, and when he saw the familiar car, he kicked the front wheel.

Even though he saw his uncle with Teacher Ming last night, he didn't respond to Lin Tai and his aunt, and lied that everything was normal.

He didn't know if it was right to do that, but he knew it was definitely wrong for his uncle to do that.

Lin Jinglei is usually the least willing to take his uncle's car, but today he really wants to go home with Principal Lin.

He just leaned against the front of the car and waited. He never knew why the wait was so long. It felt like a long time. When he looked at his watch, it was only 2 fucking minutes.

In the well-lit office, two men were talking, and one of them was Yu Zhaoyu's father who followed the teacher back to the office after the parents' meeting.

"Ms. Zou, is there any way to improve my son's grades faster? I thought that I should let him go to a similar university. He can't be as uneducated as I am. Do you think I should enroll him in a cram school or Please teach me well, it doesn’t matter how much money you spend.”

Zou Jing sat on the office chair and smiled politely, but didn't answer immediately.Parents like this are rare. It is true that they care about their children, but they are a bit blind. The first thing they want to do is to use money to solve the problem if their children's grades are not improving. Why can't they find the reason from the children's own conditions.

"I don't recommend the two methods you mentioned. Many parents have this misunderstanding, thinking that extracurricular supplementary lessons will help improve their children's grades. In fact, it is not the case. Usually, many children become normal after receiving extracurricular supplementary lessons. If you only want to make up for extracurricular knowledge after acquiring knowledge, the gain outweighs the gain..."

You Zhaoyu could hear clearly through the door, this poor teacher really could write ink, but his father couldn't understand.

Zou Jing said while thinking: "According to my understanding of him, he is weak in cultural subjects, and he basically has to start from scratch if he wants to get a high score. He is impetuous and not suitable for studying hard. It is too difficult for him. , It’s a waste of time if it doesn’t achieve results.”

"Grass," Yu Zhaoyu muttered in a low voice, "Does this mean I'm fucking stupid?"

After hearing this, You Gang expressed anxiety: "Then what should we do?"

"I suggest that he try to take the entrance examination for sports specialties, and his physical fitness has an absolute advantage. In this way, the standard of cultural courses does not need to be too high and he can be admitted to an ideal school."

You Gang hesitated: "That will be very tiring."

Zou Jing smiled: "Tiredness is certain, after all, it tests physical strength and endurance. Many children I have taken care of before will choose this path, and the results of persistence are good. But they are all in the second semester of high school or You have to practice in the third year of high school, but if You Zhaoyu starts to practice now, it will be relatively easy."

You Zhaoyu couldn't hear the voices in the room anymore, he guessed that his father was making a decision.Don't, he doesn't want to run around the playground all day like those seniors in the second and third grades, how can he eat, drink, skip class and play games.

"Row."

After hearing his father's categorical affirmation, You Zhaoyu was dumbfounded, and bent his elbow back to open the door that was not closed tightly.

You Gang sat with his back to the door, and he didn't see his son who appeared at the door.And Zou Jing, who was facing the door, saw it clearly. The boy gritted his teeth and waved his arms at him. When his father turned Erlang's legs at a different angle, his half body quickly retracted.

Yan Zizheng played football with his sophomore seniors on the football field for an afternoon. When he was riding his bike to go home, he saw Lin Jinglei squatting on the front of a black car in the parking lot diagonally opposite.

The kid didn't know what he was thinking, he lowered his head and fingers and drew scribbles on the car body. He looked very irritable, and his aura was not in a good mood. The gloomy sky and the fallen leaves of the trees were all accompaniments.

Yan Zizheng slowed down his bicycle and rode over a little bit. He had the urge to say hello, but he didn't know what to say to begin with. When he arrived at the front and back, the words he had thought about before and after were about to come out, but suddenly turned into a loud cough.

Lin Jinglei, who was thinking about things, was too involved, and after being slightly startled, he turned his head to look at the person who made the sound, and frowned: "What are you doing?"

Yan Zizheng didn't get off the bicycle, he stretched his legs and put his feet on the ground: "I thought you couldn't hear me."

Lin Jinglei withdrew his gaze, and said in a low voice, "Go away."

Yan Zizheng raised his eyebrows: "If you tell me to leave, I will leave. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me?"

Finding fault, Lin Jinglei got up to get off the front of the car.

When he jumped, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket jumped out first, and then his feet landed on the screen of the mobile phone, so fast that when he heard the cracking sound, it was too late.

"Damn it!" Lin Jinglei immediately bent down to pick up his phone to check it, and his distressed facial features gathered together.

Seeing this scene, Yan Zizheng didn't know whether to laugh or laugh out loud. He couldn't bear it, so he turned the handlebars and rode the bike away.

But he was dragged along with the car and the people.

"You're leaving now?"

Yan Zizheng turned his head: "Otherwise."

Lin Jinglei roared: "My phone screen is broken!"

"It's not my business."

"You have to talk to me."

Yan Zizheng pointed to the camera diagonally above while talking: "You stepped on it yourself, why don't you go and watch the replay?"

Lin Jinglei didn't let go, he held onto the edge of Yan Zizheng's bicycle tightly, insisting that if Yan Zizheng didn't come over to tease him, he couldn't jump off in a hurry and step on his mobile phone.

"let go."

"Not loose."

Yan Zizheng jumped off the car: "Why didn't you let me go, did you step on it yourself?"

"If you don't pay me for the screen, don't even think about leaving."

One of the two wanted to leave, and the other refused to let go. The bicycle was shrugged by two forces.

After hearing the unlocking sound of the car parked beside him, Lin Jinglei knew that Principal Lin would arrive at the battlefield soon, and gave an ultimatum: "You pay me."

Yan Zizheng looked at Lin Jinglei with a half-smile and insisted: "I can't accompany you, I have to go home."

Lin Jinglei was taken aback: "What the hell I said was to pay for my mobile phone screen."

After saying this, he saw Principal Lin approaching, raised his hand and said, "Alright, let's go, I'm unlucky."

Yan Zizheng left on his bicycle, rubbing Principal Lin's shoulder, looked back at the figure of the young man who opened the door and got into the car, laughed abruptly, and quickly stopped him, saying that he was doing something strange What strange words.

"Where did you go when you didn't come back last night?" Lin Jinglei asked after getting into the car.

Lin Guodong started the car and turned around: "I have dinner."

"Dinner? Can you find a better reason? What's going on between you and Teacher Na Ming?"

"Children don't inquire about adults' affairs."

"It's that sentence again, then you should look like an adult first." Lin Jinglei moved his eyes from the car window back to the driver's seat, "Do you know what you are doing? Is there something wrong with your brain?"

Lin Guodong frowned, unable to deal with the question of blame on his nephew, he said irritably, "What do you know?"

Lin Jinglei became impatient: "At least I fucking know not to give up."

The car that had just driven out of the campus suddenly stopped. Lin Jinglei, the co-pilot who was not wearing a seat belt, leaned forward quickly, and before he sat upright, his uncle issued an order to evict him.

"get off."

Getting off immediately, Lin Jinglei slammed the door heavily before getting out of the car, watching his uncle's car drive away before continuing.He understood the situation, Principal Lin had acquiesced to the affair in marriage, which made him feel sick, and he didn't even want to go back to that home.

Autumn has come in full force, and the scene after dusk and before night is full of vicissitudes of life in the streets.Lin Jinglei walked slowly along the street until he reached Zheng Qiaoyin's cold drink shop before stopping.

He entered the store and ordered two drinks, emphasizing and emphasizing that more ice should be added.

Zheng Qiaosheng's familiarity with Lin Jinglei is not all because of his hard-to-forget appearance, but also the fact that they almost got into a fight over ordering when they met for the first time.While preparing a cold drink, he fixed his eyes on the boy with a sad face sitting at a table not far away, leaned over to the back door and said, "Your mixed-race friend is here, and he doesn't look very happy."

After hearing this, Zheng Qiaoyin trotted out, looked in Lin Jinglei's direction, smiled and whispered to his brother: "Brother, next time he comes, call me right away."

It was getting dark, and before he got up to leave, he wanted to invite Zou Jing out for a meal. First, he thanked him for patiently answering his questions, and second, he wanted to express his friendliness so that the teacher could treat his son well in the future.

You Zhaoyu stood at the door and heard that his father was going to invite Zou Jing to dinner, and he was instantly depressed. He would rather go home and play with the dog than have dinner with Zou Jing.

Zou Jing still shook his head like the last time You Gang left him to eat at home.

You Gang could tell that the young male teacher didn't like the tricks he used to deal with people in society.Whether it's money or dinner, even saying good things is superfluous.He didn't force it any more, and patted his waiting son on the back before going downstairs: "It's impolite to say goodbye to the teacher."

You Zhaoyu turned his head to look at the man standing in the room, with an expression of extreme reluctance coupled with rather crisp words, which was very incongruous: "Goodbye, teacher."

Zou Jing was amused by the boy's serious disagreement, and nodded: "Goodbye."

You Zhaoyu turned around and followed his father, knowing that his father valued him for taking time out of his busy schedule to attend his parents' meeting, but he really didn't want to be a sports student.

He hoped that there was still room to change his father's thinking, and sat in the car on the way home to persuade his father as much as possible, but his father was completely brainwashed by Zou Jing, and he couldn't listen to a word he said.You Zhaoyu no longer dared to say more. Since he was a child, as long as it was decided by his father, he would not escape at all. Even if he resisted to the end, he would be enforced in the end.

Besides, his father has three highs, he doesn't want to do good or bad to the only person in the world who is willing to support him with rich clothes and good food.

"Why did Yan Zizheng's grades drop so badly, please avoid dealing with him in the future."

"He didn't answer well."

"Do you know how to get in touch with children with good grades more? It will help you improve your grades. Even in the future, these people will be more useful than your cronies."

It's all about what, Yu Zhaoyu is even more depressed, whoever he gets close to is because they get along well, how can it be so complicated.

When he was young, it was because Yan Zizheng studied well with his father that he let him get in touch with him more. Once he met, he became a good friend. To act rebelliously is the opposite of You Zhaoyute.

"Also, I think you are a good class teacher. It's good luck to be hired by you. Listen to him more. Son, high school is the most important three years. It can determine your future destiny. Look at Dad, what is money for? Useless, I don’t even have the confidence to train employees, and I am looked down upon by many people behind my back. Knowledge is more useful than money, learn more..."

You Zhaoyu knew that his father's biggest wish was that he could study well, but he was not born to study, and he was not interested in learning at all. Maybe they didn't have this gene in Lao Youjia.

When the car turned a corner, Yu Zhaoyu saw Yan Zizheng in front of the bright window of the beverage shop at home. Although the girl standing beside Yan Zizheng was driving fast, he would never admit that it was Gong Yue in his life.

Yan Zizheng received a text message from Zhaoyu asking him where he was, he hesitated for a while before replying that he was at home, he could not express that he came here with Lin Jinglei.

When Yu Zhaoyu didn't reply, Yan Zizheng put away his phone and planned to leave.

In her sight, Gong Yue, whom she met at the door just now, sat diagonally across from Lin Jinglei, talking and laughing with the two girls.

Not long after Yan Zizheng left the school gate, he saw Lin Jinglei getting out of the car angrily, and kept pushing the car behind keeping a distance. He didn't know why he had a strong feeling to do this. When he arrived at the store, he didn't enter the house, but It was through the window watching Lin Jinglei drinking a drink under the chirping of Zheng Qiaoyin opposite.

After drinking two glasses of cold drinks, Lin Jinglei got up to leave, and his phone vibrated in his pocket after leaving the house.The cracked screen made it hard to tell who the caller was. He struggled to pick up the phone, and there was Lin Tai's voice.

"Brother, let's go back tomorrow."

Lin Jinglei's eyes lit up: "Really? Don't leave again."

"No, it's my parents who are going through divorce procedures."

Lin Jinglei's eyes lit up while holding the phone, then darkened again: "That's right."

Lin Tai, who was still calm just now, suddenly choked up: "Who said that there must be a road for the car to reach the mountain, sometimes there is no road at all, and there is no turning or slowing down, only broken bones. This is their love, no, it is marriage, they Ah, there is no more love, I don’t know when it will be gone, our family is destined to break up.”

Lin Jinglei was not good at comforting people, besides, he felt uncomfortable at this moment, so he hung up the phone after saying a few words.

After walking down the steps and looking up again, Yan Zizheng was standing in front of him, he was taken aback for a moment, then spoke in a low voice, he didn't even bother to use the scroll.

"Get out of the way."

Yan Zizheng pointed to the phone Lin Jinglei was holding: "The screen, I will pay you."

The fact that the phone can be repaired without touching the small treasury did temporarily divert Lin Jinglei's thoughts from worrying things. He looked at Yan Zizheng: "Really?"

Yan Zizheng nodded and went to push the bicycle parked beside him: "There is a repair shop nearby, if you want to go, hurry up."

In addition, Lin Jinglei just didn't want to go home, so he followed Yan Zizheng's pace.