young sir

10 minute later.

"Gestalt?"

Bi Ziyun threw it.

"Read b,c?"

Bi Ziyun threw it again.

Half an hour later, Bi Ziyun put down his pen and quit.

The English test was over, and the invigilator just walked out of the classroom.Rebecca stepped forward and patted Bi Ziyun's shoulder, and said very sincerely: "Oh, thank you so much just now!"

Rebecca's Mandarin is correct, and she also has an on-demand accent.

Bi Ziyun: "...Aren't you a foreigner?"

Rebecca found a rubber band from nowhere and tied up her blonde hair with a shawl: "My mother is American, and she ran away as soon as I was born. I grew up in the Northeast and never went abroad."

Come on, it's no wonder that most of the English papers can't be done.

After finishing the last day of math and physical chemistry exams, Bi Ziyun had a faint feeling that he was about to die.

Rebecca, who was sitting at the back table, was completely unaware of the despair in her heart, and she kindly invited herself to her birthday party at home at night, and said that if it was too late after the party, it would be fine to stay at her house.

Bi Ziyun only felt like crying but no tears.

He knew that most foreign girls had cheerful and generous personalities, but he didn't expect that Rebecca in Northeast China didn't inherit her mother's language talent, only her character part.

After finally escaping from Rebecca's clutches, Bi Ziyun was going home to lie down and rest for two days, to meet the hell roaring of Brother Hua and the Queen Mother next week.

The precious weekend time passed in a flash. The results of the first monthly exam in the second semester of high school were freshly released, and the bright red score list was hung on the window downstairs of the teaching building of Gunan No. [-] Middle School.

There are a total of nine subjects in the monthly exam, with a total of 1050 points.

The average total score of the first grade was 720, and the highest score was 978, exceeding the average score by more than 200 points.

The No.1 Laurel of the grade belongs to Class [-] of Senior One, Fang Nan's classmate.

10. Young eagle

Shengshi's exam questions this time are not difficult, but the angle of the questions is very tricky.After the results of the monthly exam came out, the results of many classes in the first year of senior high school were not satisfactory.

In Gu Nan’s campus post bar, many provincial students came to post, laughing at Gu Nan’s cramming-style exam-oriented education, and being helpless when encountering innovative questions.Unlike them, who are practical, they have always implemented quality education, and they often hold various competition classes, so that they can get started with any kind of problems they encounter.

The students in Gunan suddenly became unhappy, and organized a group of surfers to wash the Provincial Post Bar, and the students of the two schools gradually started an online scolding war.

Annoyances are small things, most are exams.

Bi Ziyun did not participate in the actions of the students to "rectify the name of the school". He encountered another more difficult matter.

Bi Ziyun's monthly exam results are still serious, his performance in literature and history is at the upper-middle level in the class, and mathematics, physics and chemistry are still at the bottom.

Especially mathematics, compared with the last exam, it has not improved but decreased.

Tang Runhua thought that he should pay more attention to this newly transferred student, so he took Wang Jin together and called Bi Ziyun's parents.

On the phone, Tang Runhua expressed his full understanding of Bi Ziyun's weak foundation, the lack of strong learning atmosphere in No. [-] Middle School and other factors, and finally hinted at Su Lijuan euphemistically. Although most of the students' grades were not ideal this time, Bi Ziyun's The results of mathematics, physics and chemistry still held back the whole class.

Wang Jin told Su Lijuan very straightforwardly that it is a good thing that Bi Ziyun has artistic talent.But if his math scores don't improve much, he may not even be able to reach the cultural line of art schools in the end.

Su Lijuan had a pleasant conversation with the two teachers, and before hanging up the phone, she sincerely thanked the two teachers for their care for Xiaoyun.

After hanging up the phone, she crossed her hands and looked at her son standing in front of her without saying a word.

Bi Ziyun had just returned from school's evening self-study, and before she put down her schoolbag, she was dragged into the living room by her mother.

He just got the report card of the monthly exam, and was about to take it out and show it to his mother for signature.But looking at the expression on his mother's face, I'm afraid he already knew his test results.

Su Lijuan pointed to the fruit on the tea table, signaling Bi Ziyun to eat it.

Bi Ziyun's heart was full of alarm bells, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He looked at the washed apples on the plate, but he didn't dare to take a step forward.Don't look at my mother who is usually gentle and gentle, and looks very good-tempered, but she is actually a volcano that can erupt at any time.

Once the mother is dissatisfied, the death situation is a hundred times more serious than the unsmiling father.

Su Lijuan did not directly scold, but just sat on the sofa and began to detail how difficult it was to take care of Bi Ziyun and this family for so many years.

"You wanted to learn the piano when you were four or five years old. At that time, the price of the piano on the market was very high, and it was not affordable for ordinary people. Your father hadn't been promoted at that time, and his monthly salary was only so little. Me and Your father said that even if you sell everything you want, you will still have to learn the piano—”

"When you were in elementary school, we invited you the best teacher in the provincial orchestra. A class cost a few hundred dollars, and my mother was reluctant to buy the skirt she liked at that time."

Bi Ziyun thought to himself, here we go again.

Sure enough, after more than ten minutes, Su Lijuan picked up the tissue on the coffee table and began to cry.

This is my mother's trump card against her since she was a child, the effective tear tactic.

Whenever my mother starts to cry, I will immediately soften my heart, and then I will apologize to my mother vigorously, and vow to make it right in the future.Mom will stop crying only if she gets her own guarantee.

Knowing that this trick is very effective for him, he tried it repeatedly.

If it was in the past, he would have leaned forward and bowed his head obediently to his mother to apologize.

Bi Ziyun pursed her lips and sat down on the sofa.

"Every time I make a mistake, you have to tell me how difficult it is to raise me, what about me? Has it been easy for me since I was a child?"

"Mom, have you ever considered my feelings?"

Su Lijuan, who was wiping her tears, didn't expect her son to say that, and froze in place for a moment.

When I was in junior high school, most of the children were going through the second-grade illness and rebellious period. At that time, Xiao Yun was all focused on piano practice and competitions, and never quarreled with herself.

My kid...has he finally reached puberty?

Bi Ziyun was also taken aback suddenly, he didn't expect to say what was in his heart so directly.

He didn't know what happened to him today.

Just now when I saw my mother crying in front of me, the guilt just surfaced in my heart, but was overwhelmed by a sudden burst of anger and grievance.

He really doesn't like reading, especially science, but that doesn't mean he hasn't tried hard.But he seems to be born at odds with numbers, as soon as he sees the dense formulas in the textbook, he will have a headache.

In the band rehearsal after school in the afternoon, Zhou Yi led those followers to taunt him, and even talked about the fact that he sat in the last examination room, and he almost posted a notice on the wall to spread the word. .

Bi Ziyun has always looked down on people like Zhou Yi, so he usually doesn't bother to haggle over every detail with him.

But that doesn't mean he can bear it.

The teacher's accusation, mother's disappointment and classmates' ridicule flooded into Bi Ziyun's mind at the same time, and he suddenly felt as sad as if he was about to explode.

If the group of people from the orchestra were standing beside him now, he must have gone up and punched them hard.

Su Lijuan was frightened by the expression on her son's face, and many words were stuck in her throat, and she remained silent for a long time.

"You want your son to be perfect, to do whatever you want, how can there be such a good thing in the world?" Bi Ziyun said, "Since you are disappointed in me, why don't you give birth to another one?"

"By the way, our school really has such students. Are you satisfied with finding someone to be your son?"

"Nonsense!" Su Lijuan stood up abruptly, and as soon as she raised her hand, Bi Ziyun ran upstairs with her schoolbag and closed the bedroom door heavily.

Hearing her mother crying and calling her father downstairs, Bi Ziyun buried her head deeply in her fingers, and the curtains in the bedroom were drawn tightly so that no light could penetrate.

I heard an old song on my dad's car radio before. The title of the song is "The Price of Growing Up".

"Maybe growing up will turn dreams into jokes

Time has changed the appearance of you and me

I lost my innocence, lost my childishness, and lost my dream. Perhaps this is the price of growing up. "

Adults always say that the world after entering the society is more cruel and ruthless than the campus.But even in school, he didn't feel much better.

When I was in No. [-] Middle School, everyone lived a mediocre life without much expectation for the future, and naturally lived a carefree life.

After coming to Gunan, Brother Hua would say on the podium every week in the class meeting that you must become an excellent person.

How can one be considered a good person?

Bi Ziyun thought of the bolded name that was at the top of the score list hanging in the window.

In the past, he was good at playing the violin, and his appearance was not bad. He was liked by the elders around him, and he was also sought after by the girls in the school.

He thought it was excellent.

There are so many wonderful people around right now, especially that one.

Study hard and work hard, and other aspects are not bad at all.Wherever it shines, it makes everything around it look eclipsed.

In this comparison, I seem to be nothing, and I am nothing.

He is only 16 years old, so far away from growing up.But it doesn't seem that far away.

Lao Cao walked into the classroom with a stack of report cards, his face beaming, as if he had encountered something great.

"My class is ranked fifth in the monthly exam this time, barely in the front, and we must continue to maintain it in the future."

After a short pause, he continued cheerfully: "But I believe everyone