Yama

Although he is not the monitor, and his grades in the class are only hovering in the middle stage, but in just over two weeks, He Ping's kindness, humility and helpfulness have left a good impression on many students and teachers, so occasionally I like to ask him for help with anything.

No, in the last self-study class in the morning, the head teacher of class (4) asked him to help count the results of the weekly test. The teacher's office in the second year of high school is very large, with sixty to seventy square meters divided into areas for more than a dozen used by teachers.He Ping lowered his head and looked serious, but his ears were involuntarily pricked up to listen to the chatting and judgments of the teachers of various subjects.

"Yan Cheng's grades have regressed this time... Did he fall out of the top ten in the class?" A teacher asked Wu Tie.

Wu Tie snorted coldly, "I don't know what I'm thinking about."

"Let's make a girlfriend. You should pay attention at this moment. If you slack off, it will be difficult to make up for it."

"It's not that serious, isn't physics and chemistry the same as the first two, isn't it, Teacher Wu?"

Ms. Wu is the physics teacher of class (1) who is dubbed the "devil old lady". No student is allowed to wander off in class. Basically, as soon as anyone takes their eyes off the blackboard, chalk and erasers may fly towards you at any time, so most of the students resent her in private, but the devil old lady likes Yan Cheng very much.

"Well, I did okay in the exam." To get a compliment from her is even harder than ascending to the sky.

"It's okay for seventeen or eight-year-old children to have a small love affair. It's not our era anymore, is it Mei Yanyan?"

"Mr. Li, you are out of date, even I know that it is Jing Yao from class (2)."

"Hey, the school belle, that's a good match. Jing Yao's grades are also good. It's no problem to be in the top ten in age. The two of you will work together to strive for common progress."

The teachers were all happy talking, when they heard a displeased cold snort from the corner, everyone looked back, and saw Teacher Zhu typing on the keyboard in pain with his one-finger Zen, the few hairs on his head He also stood up anxiously.

"No matter what step you make, you will get worse each time, and you will repeat the grade if you go any further!" Teacher Zhu gritted his teeth.

The other teachers couldn't help laughing secretly when they heard this. Yan Cheng actually did a lot of troublesome things, but he knows how to measure and usually doesn't make people too embarrassing. It's too late to teach his teacher to be a treasure. But only this mathematics teacher Zhu.

From the first year of high school, Yan Cheng's math score under his hands has never been higher than 65 points. At the beginning, Teacher Zhu was very anxious. How could it be good? Later, I found that things didn’t seem to be the same thing. No matter how difficult the exam is, Yan Dawang’s score will always be a little bit, very precisely controlled around 5 points, which makes the old bald man so angry. Fewer and fewer.

The reason?

People Yan Cheng said, there is no reason, it is just that the old bald man is not pleasing to the eye, and he is born wrong.But all the teachers are well aware that if Young Master Yan really doesn't like Mr. Zhu, how could he still be able to teach class (1), it's just a joke.

And they can only play with them.

He Ping heard these teachers often mention Yan Cheng's highly excited and friendly tone, which was closer than his own son. He couldn't help but think of the fact that the students in class (11) who had heard before did not pass the test because the pass rate of all subjects was lower than that of his own son. One out of ten, their new class teacher was so angry that they rushed into the principal's office and argued that they would change classes, and almost went on strike.

People are more mad than people.

"Hey, Teacher Wu, have you confiscated all these things from your class yet?" A teacher asked while sorting out the student information sheets on the table.

Wu Tie nodded, "Well, Huang Kai, Ji Qiao...there are two students who haven't handed in yet."

"Oh, Ji Qiao? Did you come from the branch school? This time, you got the top five students in the weekly test of your (1) class? Are your grades so good?"

When Ji Qiao was mentioned, Teacher Zhu in the distance cheered up, "You are a very smart kid, and you are very active in solving problems."

"Liberal arts and science are not partial to subjects, and Chinese has passed 85. It's not easy."

Wu Tie also nodded, "It's just that the composition is a little too fastidious, and the central idea is biased, but it's quite interesting to think about it when you write it."

"Why did you enter the branch school?"

"Probably not performing well. Fortunately, it is not too late. There is a good chance of cultivating more in the future."

……

He Ping didn't put down his pen until all the teachers had left. He sat on his seat and waited for a few seconds. Seeing that no one would come for a while, he got up slowly and walked to Wu Tie's desk. Open the top stack of documents.It is that each student has to submit several survey forms every year, filling in home address, parents' unit, and various other things.

He Ping was the first to find Wu Zixu's. Father: Wu Xiang'an, mother: Lu Yuru. They didn't know each other, but both of them were party members, and the work unit and address fields were all blank.

Then turn to Wang Xitang, father: Wang Xiang, mother: Yan Yun.

He Ping shook his hand and nearly sent the paper flying.

Wang Xitang's mother, He Ping, doesn't know him, but his father, Wang Xiang...is the current mayor of U City.

He Ping stayed there for a while before slowly calming down. He was struggling in his heart whether to continue, but he still couldn't resist the eager curiosity, so he flipped out the information about Yan Cheng hidden at the end.

Compared with Wu Zixu, Yan Cheng's information was even simpler. He only filled in his name, date of birth, and didn't even fill in his home address, but he wrote his parents upside down.

Father: Yan Hongzuo.

Mother: Tan Ying.

Despite the psychological preparation, even though the students in the attached middle school knew it well, He Ping felt that it was very shocking to see the truth in black and white.He is just a small person. The biggest star he saw was at the concert, and the biggest official he saw was the deputy head of a certain district in U City. He only watched it from a distance at his wedding.In order for him to enter the attached middle school, his father arranged more than a dozen dinners and gave away more than a million dollars.Now, he has become a classmate with the son of that big man who appears on the seven o'clock news every now and then, how can He Ping digest it immediately.

Even if he didn't know much about it, Yan Hongzuo would always know his name. It is said that U City is a big springboard. Before anyone wants to make a fortune, he always comes here to make a circle of gold-plated achievements and go back. Yan Hongzuo is the most typical example. example.Two years ago, he was the Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee of U City, but now, he has jumped to the top of the mountain.

When Ji Qiao came in, what she saw was He Ping's staring eyes, as if he hadn't recovered.

Hearing the movement, He Ping turned his head and saw Ji Qiao hurriedly stuffing the things back, while greeting him, "You, you didn't go to eat?"

Ji Qiao glanced at the student information on the head teacher's desk, then looked at the one she had filled out in her hand, her brows were slightly frowned.

He Ping's face was half red and half white from his cold eyes, but he still pretended to be calm and said, "I...help the teacher tidy up. When you finish writing, just give it to me, and I will hand it in for you together."

Ji Qiao ignored his extended hand and put the information at the bottom by herself.

He Ping was thinking about how to get out of the siege when he heard footsteps outside, followed by voices.The visitor did not enter the office, but stood at the door. The conversation was not loud, but it was enough for the two people in the room to hear clearly.

"...I came here to talk to you about the English test."

"Ah."

"I know it's a little more difficult this time. I have specially strengthened the listening part. Many students are not good enough for this, but I always think you are fine. I also read your paper, mainly because of the filling in the blanks at the back. Points are deducted for the question, is it careless?"

"Um……"

"It doesn't matter, this can be practiced, what about the reading comprehension later? Is there not enough time?"

"Ah."

"I remember you used to be very fast in solving problems?"

"Well, there are too many questions."

"... a little too much, I will pay attention next time. Then... if you think there is any difficulty in studying, the teacher can make up for you. When do you think you have time?"

"Not recently, I still have to play."

"...Oh, extracurricular activities are also very necessary. But if there is something wrong, you must ask me. You have the teacher's phone number. It can be done after class or at any time. You are now a sophomore in high school, and your grades must remain stable. , the third year of high school will not be too hard."

"Ah."

"Well, you go first, don't be stressed, it doesn't matter if you fail the exam once."

"Ah."

The conversation ended quickly, and the people outside also left.It's hard to continue with one side being hot and the other being cold.

He Ping, who already had a strange expression on his face, became even more strange after hearing this passage.

The one who was cold was Yan Cheng who had no choice but to run away, but the one who was hot was Teacher Wen, who was known to be mean in his class and had no good looks towards anyone?Think about how she usually arrogantly treats the students. It is rumored that there is someone above her who usually ignores the dean. Almost all the girls in the class have been scolded and cried by her, and of course there are boys.Just listen to the flattery she said to Yan Cheng just now, even the wording "I will pay attention next time" came out, isn't this putting the cart before the horse?

After He Ping finished his daze, he realized that Ji Qiao had left at some point.

He Ping paused, but still couldn't help but flip through the student information just now, and saw that the column of Ji Qiao's parents was completely blank, and only a name was filled in the supplementary record below.

father:

mother:

Aunt: Chi Shuxuan.

The author has something to say: the parents of the students just remember the last name of Father Yan~