little master

fifteen.

As an older unmarried young man, my first parent-teacher meeting experience was with my employer, which is a bit unreal when I think about it.

On the way, the young master uncharacteristically told me some precautions, there were a lot of them, and in summary, there were two main points-shut up and smile.

Oh, and, don't embarrass him.

I said it's not up to me whether to lose face or not, young master, do you think I'm handsome?

His thinking was jumping too fast, he might not have kept up, he was half a beat behind, and then looked at me with an expression of "are you sick?": "I'm talking about business, what are you thinking about? Did you hear that? "

"I heard that," I said sternly, "Isn't it only when you are handsome that you have a face, and I don't understand these things myself, so I can't see it."

He said, "I don't understand either."

I complimented: "I believe in the vision of the young master."

The young master was probably taken aback by this sentence, he looked up and down reluctantly, and said perfunctorily, "It's okay."

I smiled: "But I think the young master is more handsome."

Him: "Humph╯^╰"

During the time I spoke, I had already walked more than half of the way. Seeing that I was getting closer and closer to the school, there was nothing unusual about him being by the side. I was very nervous to pretend to be a parent.

There is no way, after all, this is the first time in my life, everything has to go through a process.

He seemed to see that I was a little nervous, and laughed at me: "My parent meeting, why are you nervous?"

I said, I was afraid of embarrassing you.

The young master froze, and got out of the car while muttering: "Just tell me what you're talking about."

I:"……"

But to be honest, I'm a little shy of this scene.

Because my grades were not good when I was a child, when there were parent-teacher meetings in primary and junior high schools, eight out of ten times my dad would come back and beat me up. Thanks to my rough skin and thick flesh, I was not beaten.This caused me to hate the root of all evils, the parent association. In high school, even though my grades improved, I didn’t dare to let my dad go again.

But I didn't expect that the psychological shadow from that time could still remain until now, which caused my heart to be pounding when I arrived at the parents' meeting.

But after thinking about it, this is not my parent meeting, and it will never hit me on the head.

What am I talking about?Just get over it.

But I really overestimated my patience.

Before I entered the door, the young master hesitated to say: "Try to find a seat at the back, if you are bored, you can play with your phone for a while."

At that time, I told him nonchalantly that it was okay and I was not afraid of being bored.

Now I really want to go back to the past and strangle the self who said he was not afraid of being bored.

too naive.

I never thought it would be so boring.

How on earth could they resist not sleeping in this head teacher's class?I feel like I'm going to get over it after listening to the 5-minute self-introduction.

Not only is the head teacher giving lectures, but the chat content of the people next to him is also very suffocating.

This school is an aristocratic school, and the people who look around are either rich or expensive. The lady on the left is talking about high-end and custom-made skin care for the season, and the boss on the right is discussing when the king of coolness should break. I am a bodyguard. In the middle, the mood is very indescribable.

Forget it, I survived the open parent-teacher meeting by secretly playing with my mobile phone and echoing from time to time. The teacher said a lot in front of me, and finally said that I need to find a classmate’s parent to communicate face-to-face in the office.

I sat up straight and heard him call:

"Qi Qingyuan."

No one responded.

"Didn't Qi Qingyuan's parents come?"

Qi Qingyuan?I said it silently twice in my mouth.Why do you think this name is so familiar?

I glanced out of the window inadvertently, and met the young master's annoyed expression.

After a moment of surprise, I remembered that the young master's name is not Qi Qingyuan?

If eyes could kill, I'm afraid I would have died under his indiscriminate attack through a layer of glass.

It's over, it's over, these two words are all over my mind.

I actually forgot the young master's name? ! ! !

Is this life lost?

Is it too late to order the coffin now? ? ?