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Although the teacher would send Song Liangzhi a text message to inform him of the parent meeting, Song Yuan still sent Song Liangzhi a message in person.It's just that Song Yuan never thought that Song Liangzhi would agree.This was the first time that Song Liangzhi rushed back from another city for him.When he was about to beat someone to death, Song Liangzhi almost ignored him.

I have to say that parents like good grades.

Ms. Lin Yin canceled her performance at the Provincial Grand Theater due to schedule issues. She kept saying that she would come to Jiangjing to see where Song Yuan studied at school.Every time she video chats with Song Yuan, she always has to say: "I hope I'm here?"

"Mom, why do you want to ask this?" Song Yuan sighed helplessly, videotaped him at night, and then asked him if Yang Xiwo was there just to blow up his relationship with Yang Xiwo.

"I just asked casually. Why did you go to Yang Xi's house?"

"Mom, I'm studying."

"What about him?"

"Helping people make up lessons, oops, Mom, I have to study. Chat with me again on the weekend."

"Okay, then you work hard. Take good care of yourself and love yourself. Mom will try to go home to see you this year."

Song Yuan hummed lightly.

The parent meeting of the second year of high school was coming soon, and the subtitles had already been updated on the screen at the gate of the school, and four banners were hung high, looking very grand.They still have classes on Friday morning, self-study classes after a class in the afternoon, and parent-teacher meetings at 03:30 p.m., and students go out and hold grade assemblies standing up.

Before the lunch break, Zhong Yu was handpicked by Lao Gao to draw on the blackboard, and Yang Xiwo was in charge of writing a few words because his handwriting was beautiful.As soon as Yang Xiwo came to the stage to write, Song Yuan always had to make trouble, scribbling and drawing next to Yang Xiwo's writing.As soon as Song Yuan went up, Kan Long and Zhu Jun had to act as shit-stirring sticks to interfere with Zhong Yu's painting.

Kan Long drew a fat little girl on the blackboard, and asked with a naive smile, "Old Pig, take a look, do I think of Zhong Yu in my drawing?"

"picture!"

Zhong Yu glanced at the fat little girl with big ears on the blackboard, kicked her foot, and cursed: "Your girlfriends will be like this in the future!"

Yang Xiwo let out a tsk in reproach, and said in disgust: "Stinky idiot, don't make trouble."

"Why do you write so beautifully on the blackboard?"

Yang Xi I imitated Song Yuan's tone and expression, and said proudly: "This is my brother's charm, you can't learn it!"

Song Yuan stretched out a hand and poked his waist, and said with a snort, "Hey, you still want to learn from me?"

Zhang Yunfeng stood and looked at the other three people making trouble, and said, "You three hurry up and come down, Lao Gao will definitely talk about you later!"

Song Yuan responded indifferently: "Just say it..."

"Ahem..." Lao Gao stood behind Song Yuan, reached out and patted his head lightly and said, "Really?"

Song Yuan laughed and said flatteringly, "Teacher, I'm here to help!"

Lao Gao pointed to the two fools who were laughing while playing "I Guess What You Draw", and said with a speechless sneer, "Take them down and play with the blackboard like a fool."

The school spent huge sums of money to invite a well-known gratitude and inspirational educator to carry out an inspiring report called "Don't Let Love You Down", which aims to educate students to be grateful and establish a relationship with parents, teachers, and classmates. communication bridge.

Song Yuan didn't have a standing posture, and couldn't help laughing out loud. As soon as he saw this theme, he knew it was chicken soup brainwashing education.He laughed at Yang Xi and me: "Our junior high school has also carried out, and Laozhu and Hanhan used to cry a lot."

"Damn it, you're the one crying so hard, old Song Mingming. Xueba, if you don't believe me, ask Hanhan!" Zhu Jun motioned to Kanlong, blinking his eyes and telling him to cooperate with him.

Kan Long received the signal and said firmly: "That's right, the boss is still crying with snot bubbling!"

"Are you two courting death? Little monk, don't listen to their nonsense."

Yang Xiwo chuckled and said, "I believe it!" Song Yuan's tears were particularly low, and every time he watched a movie where there was a tear-jerking scene, he would often cry secretly.

"Don't believe it, it's really them! Brother has always been very strong."

The inspirational lecturer introduced it with eloquence and emotion, starting from the national war, making them cherish life.Waves of warm and sad music sounded, reminding them of who took you to school when they were young, and who carried you to the hospital when you had a cold... The lecturer's low and sad voice echoed on the rostrum beside the playground, "I want to Think about it, your parents look disappointed in you, are you sad because of poor grades? What do your parents expect of you? Students, calm down and think about it, as long as you study hard, you can Get a few extra points. But do you have it? When it’s cold, mom would rather run two streets to buy you vegetables, cook and cook soup for you in order to save two dollars, and dad is reluctant to change clothes for himself , They don't even dare to tell you that they are sick, for fear that you will be distracted..."

Yang Xi and I haven't responded yet, there are already slight weeping sounds from all around, especially the continuous choking sound behind me.Yang Xi, I thought it couldn't be Song Yuan, right?He secretly turned his head to look at Song Yuan who was staring at him.

For some reason, Song Yuan sneered instantly, flicked the tip of his nose, and said, "They said it wasn't me, but they really turned to look at me."

Yang Xi looked at Kan Long choking, blowing his nose with a tissue, his eyes were red, and shouted, "What are you looking at, have you never seen a macho cry? It's so sad..."

Zhu Jun wept tears silently, and said in a hoarse voice: "I just want to support this lecturer because I think it is not easy to make money."

Kan Long laughed through his tears and said, "Go away, you were the one who cried first."

"You cry first!"

Song Yuan chuckled lightly and said, "Can you quarrel even if you cry like this?"

"Old Song, you are ruthless!"

"Who said that?" Song Yuan immediately leaned on Yang Xiwo's shoulder with her mouth aggrieved, rubbing her forehead against Yang Xiwo's neck, and said pitifully, "I'm crying..."

Yang Xi raised his hand and pushed his head, and said disgustedly: "I'm sweating, it's so hot when you hold me."

"I don't care, I want to hug." Song Yuan continued to rub against his neck, playing with Yang Xi's ring necklace that I hid under my clothes and hung around his neck with one hand.

A'du inspected the students on the playground with a majestic expression. Seeing that Song Yuan in the back row was going crazy, he came over and grabbed Song Yuan's clothes.

Song Yuan roared in a low voice, and shouted irritably: "What are you doing, Hanhan..." Song Yuan turned his head and saw that it was Adu. He was stunned for a moment, stood up straight, and said with a playful smile, "Is the director you?"

"What does it look like? Pay attention to your standing posture and listen carefully."

"Oh!" Song Yuan nodded and looked up at the inspirational speaker. Seeing that A'Du was walking away, he took a tissue and began to wipe the back of Yang Xi's neck.

Yang Xiwo turned around and said softly to Song Yuan, "Where did you get the tissues?"

"I picked it up from the ground!"

Yang Xi and I stared at him with a confused face, Song Yuan raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his nose, and said with a smile: "Hanhan, he expected to cry, so he took out a dozen tissues."

Yang Shenggang was sweating all over after work. Before entering the classroom, he made an appointment with Yang Jue's father to meet at the door. It was his first time attending a parent-teacher meeting and he didn't know what to do.

Lao Gao stood on the podium and asked, "Parents who have arrived, please sit down according to their seats."

Yang Jue's father, Yang Jiancheng, looked at the seats of the projector and said, "Uncle, you are the last group against the wall."

"Okay, I got it." Yang Sheng took a clean top and went to the bathroom to wipe his sweat and change before entering the classroom.

There are more and more people in the classroom, and the heat is like a steam oven, making people sweat profusely. There are only six electric fans swinging leisurely.Song Liangzhi didn't come in until it was about to start.Beside him was a man in his thirties, waiting outside with a laptop.

Lao Gao went out and asked, "Which parent is it?"

"I came with our boss, don't pay attention to me."

"It will be a bit long, why don't you go to the office and sit down." Lao Gao pointed to the office at the end of the corridor, and he came in again to check the number of people and started the parent-teacher meeting.

"Warmly welcome all parents to attend the parent-teacher meeting of Class 21. I am the class teacher and math teacher..." He showed the learning situation of the first half of the semester in ppt on the projector and made a summary, focusing on the final exam and the next high school. study planning.

Song Liangzhi glanced at Yang Sheng, saw that his skin was dark, his fingers were rough, and his trousers seemed to have dirt, so he probably guessed his occupation.He said softly: "Hello, my father, Song Yuan."

Yang Sheng looked at the delicate and fair Song Liangzhi in surprise, and said politely with a slight smile in non-standard Mandarin: "Hey, Song Yuan's father, hello, I am Yang Xi's father."

Song Liangzhi never thought that the dark-skinned man in front of him was Yang Xiwo's father, and he was shocked.

The two fathers peeked at each other silently, but neither dared to let the other know.

"Father looks so gentle, how can he teach such a polite and lively child, I really want to ask."

"What kind of father can teach such a powerful son? I really want to ask for advice."

Lao Gao began to talk about his third link, which is to comment on the comprehensive analysis of the grades of each student in the class this semester, publish the average score, analyze each student's strong and weak subjects, and put forward targeted opinions and future study plans.This part is to praise the three students with excellent grades in the class. These three students are naturally Yang Xiwo, Song Yuan and the monitor Zhang Yunfeng.

When Lao Gao showed Yang Xiwo's notes, error book, homework and test paper pictures, all the parents were amazed.

Kan Long's father: "Is this printed? The characters are so beautiful? Why doesn't our family, Aaron, learn a little bit? Don't you want to make friends with others?"

Zhong Fulai's mother: "Is this grade good enough to get into Tsinghua University and Peking University? This is amazing, which parent? If our family can do this, I will burn incense and worship Buddha."

Yang Jiancheng always only knew that Yang Xiwo had good grades, but he didn't expect Hao to become a master, and he secretly felt lucky that he was his relative, and Yang Jue could still be tutored by him to save the child's life.

When everyone sighed, Yang Sheng felt a strong sense of pride in his heart, and he was complacent: "That's not true, and I don't want to see whose son it is."

"Yang Xiwo, who is No.1, is the first in grade, and has been No.1 since he was divided into arts and sciences. He has participated in many competitions on behalf of the school..." After Lao Gao praised Yang Xiwo, he showed Zhang Yunfeng's personality academic performance.

"The one I showed is the monitor of our class. His grade is around 140. He is excellent in character and learning. He is usually humble and low-key, willing to help others. He has always been a good helper to the teacher..." Lao Gao praised vigorously His darling squad leader spit all over the place, making Zhang Yunfeng's mother feel shy when she heard it.

Zhang Yunfeng's mother couldn't help but said to the surrounding parents: "My son, my son..."

"Song Yuan, No.3 in our class. He is a good example of hard work and persistence. Everyone has potential. He is usually warm and generous, full of ideas, sunny, energetic and polite. He is from the bottom ten of the grade Climbing up, it's about grade 170 now. Let's take a look at his notes and homework, although the handwriting is not as good as the first two, but this handwriting is much better than his previous handwriting..."

Song Liangzhi looked at Song Yuan's notes, and always had an illusion in his heart: "This word is a bit like Yang Xiwo's."