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After the first class, Jian Cong came to the office.

He is a regular customer in the office, he knocked on the door and walked in without seeing anything outside.

Lu Yanxue roughly told him what happened just now, Jian Cong knew something, he closed the door behind his backhand, and asked, "Boss, are you looking for me to talk about volunteering?"

Zeng Hui'an was used to Jian Cong's laughing and joking attitude, so he was quite relaxed towards him, and said with a smile, "You've been doing well recently."

"Hey, don't praise me, I can't stand it, maybe tomorrow I will revert to my old ways."

Zeng Hui'an took a book and went over to beat him, "Are you quite proud?"

Jian Cong held his head and hesitated for a second, "Don't dare, let's get to the point and get to the point."

Zeng Huian smiled at him angrily, sat down to drink some tea, and asked, "Is there anyone from your family coming to the parent meeting this time?"

Jian Cong's hippie smile froze, and immediately put on a nonchalant expression and said, "I'm busy, and I'm being trained when I come to school, what are you doing here?"

No. [-] Middle School holds two parent-teacher meetings each semester. One is a new-semester parent-teacher meeting at the beginning of the school year. Parents summarize their children's performance in this period and carry out safety education.

It has been almost two years since the first year of high school and the second year of high school. Zeng Hui'an only met Jian Cong's mother three times. The bad news of Jian Cong's mother came at the second parent meeting in the second semester of high school——

Since then, the position of Jian Cong's parents at the parent meeting has been vacant.

There are 37 people in the experimental class. Some parents even come two at a time. They have to take notes after listening to the meeting, and have a private meeting after the meeting. Jian Cong's empty seat has also become the most conspicuous thing in the parent meeting. one place.

Zeng Hui'an's minoring in psychology at the University was not for nothing. Once Jian Cong's expression moved, Zeng Hui'an could guess what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Zeng Hui'an felt regretful and heartbroken.

He is an upright and upright teacher who has spent most of his life working for the students. He can't work hard, but he devotes all his heart and mind to "scheming" with these "thorns".

"It's the end of the year, can your dad come?"

Jian Cong smiled and said, "You should tell me about volunteering."

"Okay, let's talk about volunteering." Zeng Hui'an cut straight to the point, stabbed him with a knife, and said, "Your freshman year is determined not to be a Q student, but how is the progress bar now?"

Jian Cong: "..." How about we talk about the parent meeting?

Seeing that Jian Cong was speechless, Zeng Hui'an was so angry that he stood up from his seat in a hurry, and said angrily, "Tell me about you! Tell me about you!"

How much he admired Jian Cong in the past, now he hates iron for being weak.

Jian Cong's expression on my face is also very innocent.

Zeng Hui'an would be sulking, but thinking that Jian Cong had improved in the past two months, and his grades had also improved, Zeng Hui took a rest and sat back down.

"You young people, why don't you know how to live for yourself? You have to find some sense of social recognition. When others say you are right, you dare to move forward if you do well. Otherwise, you would rather go backwards than know how to move forward. .”

——He turned left and right in what he said, but Jian Cong only understood half of it.

Zeng Hui'an didn't expect him to be very good at Chinese. After realizing this, he would understand what he meant.

Jian Cong's language comprehension is not high, but he is good at running errands. Seeing that Zeng Hui'an's teacup was empty, he filled it for him from the kettle next to him, and then obediently stood back to continue listening to the training.

Zeng Hui'an couldn't get angry no matter how big he was, he asked helplessly, "What's your father's phone number? It's his personal one, not the one who's always in meetings."

Jian Cong explained sincerely: "He said he was in a meeting, and he was in a meeting when he hit him privately. Maybe he turned off the phone."

Zeng Hui'an rubbed his brows and thought for a while, then waved to Jian Cong, motioning him to go back: "I will still contact your father, you continue to behave well, and, next class, call the monitor."

If some people are a zombie vaccine, then Jian Cong's father is a zombie virus to Jian Cong. In short, Jian Cong has been in a bad mood for most of the day, sick, like a yellow cabbage.

But compared to him, the rest of the class today are quite happy.

There is an elementary school near No. [-] Middle School. It has been two years since we moved here. Recently, there is news that the junior high school of this school will also move here.

The students of No.[-] Middle School are full of complaints, because since the elementary school moved here, the decent stationery store next to the school has sold toys, and it has been occupied by elementary school students for a long time. But elementary school students who leave school early.

Forget it, anyway, you can still eat in the cafeteria or go home to eat, and once the junior high school moves over, the schedule is almost the same as that of the third middle school, and the difficulty factor of squeezing the bus can be seen by the naked eye.

So from the first year of high school to the third year of high school, everyone's idea was to beg them to move after we graduated.

However, something happened yesterday afternoon, and the expectations of the three middle school people may really come true.

There is a construction site near the No. [-] Middle School. There are few people going to and from it, and there are no traffic lights at the intersections. So yesterday afternoon, a primary school student was almost hit when crossing the road. This happened quite a few times, but it happened yesterday. The passing reporters looked at it, and then there was news that the relocation of the junior high school over there would be delayed until the construction here was completed.

People from the three middle schools all expressed their joy and joy.

However, Jian Cong didn't pay much attention to this matter. After all, his home was close, and moving to ten or eight schools would not have much impact on him.

And in order to comfort Jian Cong, who has become a dog, and in case he finds an excuse to sleep in late tomorrow, Lu Yanxue specially took him to have a hot pot meal.

What is easier to feed than a foodie?If you are not happy, just eat a delicious meal, if you are not happy, then... Lu Yanxue put down his chopsticks, this really can't be eaten twice.

"Teach you a way to relieve spicy food." Jian Cong chatted with Lu Yanxue while eating.

Lu Yanxue looked at him.

Jian Cong pointed to the door of the store and said, "Squat there, stick out your tongue, and the saliva will soon stop being spicy."

Lu Yanxue took a sip of water, pressed the cup on the table, and said, "Check out."

Jian Cong is also hot, so hot that he can spit out fire when he opens his mouth, and his legs are weak when crossing the road. He climbed onto Lu Yanxue's shoulder and breathed into Lu Yanxue's ears, and then said in surprise: "I'll go, your ears are so hot .”

Lu Yanxue pursed his painfully hot mouth, and decided not to argue with him.

Jian Cong chuckled to himself, and said, "At the same table, did I tell you?"

Lu Yanxue's Adam's apple twitched, and before he could say "what did you say", he was pushed violently, and then suddenly heard the sharp and long sound of the brakes "squeaking".

He looked back and saw that Jian Cong was lying on the ground with a child in his arms.

Lu Yanxue ran over like crazy, and Jian Cong was already unconscious.

Sometimes, disasters come without warning, and the person who was talking to you one second fell into a pool of blood the next.