Back in high school, I attacked my rival

In front of the gate of Tunan Senior High School, a woman with a sallow complexion, a kerchief on her head, and a floral gown got out of a taxi. Just after she got off the car, she frowned and pulled her kerchief tightly.

The sun is too poisonous.

Standing by the iron gate, Zhou Aoqing looked his whole body up, down, left, and right. After confirming that it was correct, he lowered his head and walked in timidly.

"Jie Qingyang's child's life is not good. His father lost his job when he was born, and he has been relying on taxis to make ends meet. I am not in good health, and I spend a lot of time on drugs. For this child, we usually live frugally and spend all our time Spend it on him, count on him to win the gold list, Guangzong Yaozu, Director Zhao, don't demote him to the parallel class just because of his unsatisfactory test results this time..."

Zhou Aoqing knew very well that the other party only valued learning and didn't pay attention to the style of affection, so it would be no good to ask him to come.Sure enough, she told her son's test scores as soon as she came, and she felt dizzy for a moment after hearing it.

But it didn't affect her combat effectiveness at all.

Zhao Deyou is the director of the school office and the head teacher of Jie Qingyang's science innovation class.

In school, he only covers the sky with his hands, and manages the class even more.When the students heard his voice, they lost their courage and ran around a hundred meters away.

It's no exaggeration.

Zhao Deyou was sitting on the leather chair, holding his beloved teacup in his hand, his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of something shiny, his face turned cold, "No, Ms. Zhou, I didn't call you here today to talk about this," Zhou Aoqing Pretending to wipe away tears, clenched his fists, covered his nails, and made a twitching sound, "What's the matter, Director Zhao, can you finish it in one breath?" "It's Jie Qingyang who is going to transfer from the science class." In the liberal arts class, the words are fierce, the behavior is reckless, and there is no one. It’s useless.” In the past, these children saw him like a mouse seeing a leopard, running around, let alone Jie Qingyang, a well-behaved student. Not only was he fluent in speech and answers, but he also had a clear logic. He listed the top ten benefits of studying liberal arts. For the first time in his life, he was stumped by students.

It's the other way around!

The white cloth scarf on Zhou Aoqing's head couldn't wrap it anymore, she stood up from her chair, "I'll go find him right now."

"Don't get excited, let's talk about this matter calmly, Jie Qingyang must not read the text..."

"I can't get over it, Director Zhao. My son has a restrained and honest personality. He can't be reckless. He must have been bullied." Someone moving his son is equivalent to riding on her head.Will not be tolerated.

Zhao Deyou didn't even frown, "This kind of thing will never happen, and I know that your child has always been the number one in the school, and has received wide attention from all parties. He is a treasure in the hands of the teacher. How can he bully you?" "Nangao Yishen, Jie Qingyang, since entering the school, his grades have always remained at the peak state - the first in the urban area, never falling below 700 points.

Able to complete a college entrance examination mathematics test paper in three to 10 minutes with full marks.But in the eight-school joint examination two days ago, the last math test was handed in blank, resulting in a total score of only 555 points.

Obviously, he is expected to break into the top three in the joint examination of the eight schools, and the name of the school will be shocked.

The leaders of the school, from the director to the principal, took turns to communicate with each other, wanting to know why they handed in blank papers, and only math blank papers, whether they had any objections to the math teacher, or what.

Jie Qingyang said that he didn't know there was an answer sheet.

……

Then within two days, the great god himself moved the table and clamored to go to the liberal arts class.

When Zhou Aoqing heard others praise her son, her heart jumped up with joy, and she said, "Director, don't agree, he must have something to hide. My child has lacked love since he was a child, and my father is always on the go. I am weak..."

Jie Qingyang couldn't bear to listen outside the office door. He pushed open the door and called out "Mom" in a hoarse voice, "Can we stop pretending? The white cloth towel can't cover the big waves, and the liquid foundation is too fake. Like a layer of yellow paste, the exquisite and translucent nails are still shining, no matter how low your voice is, you can't hide the delicateness.

He was deceived by this mentally retarded and clumsy acting for 18 years.

There is no defense against relatives.

Originally, he had just heard that his mother had arrived at school, so he rushed over from the classroom excitedly. After all, in another world, his parents were not alive.

But then I saw the playwright's mother talking nonsense, which was a bit over the top.

He is so poor now, it is purely the reaction of two first-time parents who want to try to raise their children poorly and then tell him that they are worth over [-] million.

He was instilled every day that his family was very poor and could no longer afford to support him. He must study hard, and the whole family counted on him to succeed.

At that time, he was really as deep as the sea as soon as he entered the school, and from then on he could only study high.

From elementary school to high school, his grades have always been among the best, and he received bursaries and scholarships to supplement his family.

As a result, the couple suddenly came to him that year and told him, hey, son, you don't have to work hard. There is a mine at home. Are you surprised or unexpected...

"Xiaoyang, it just so happens that you are here, tell mom quickly, are you too tired from studying recently, or are you under a lot of pressure?" Zhou Aoqing walked over, touched Jie Qingyang left and right with concern, and said sadly: "Son , Is it because someone bullied you that you want to transfer to another class? Look at this thin guy, his face is much haggard, don't worry about anything in your heart." "Mom" Sang's voice was hoarse, and her call was full of emotion, revealing Qingyang's eyes were wet. In the previous life, their mother and son had a harmonious relationship. The only thing that disagreed was that his mother didn't like his girlfriend and strongly opposed them being together.

But he was so obsessed with his first love girlfriend that he married her in regardless of everyone's opinions.

In the end, my wife cheated on the same man many times, and it was useless to save her.

A wife's derailment in marriage is a blow to a man.

In his last life, he was 30 years old, had a successful career, had an outstanding appearance, and his parents were healthy and reasonable. With such good conditions, his wife chose to betray him time and time again, and whoever could bear it.

"Son, why are you so sad? What's wrong with you? Talk, are you being bullied?"

Zhao Deyou:? ? ?When he quarreled with me just now, he was full of energy and articulate.How to return two faces, question jpg.

"Mom, I'm fine. Why did you come to school? Didn't you stay at home?" Jie Qingyang choked for a moment, still not wanting to expose the couple's special hobbies. It’s really all right.” “Why is it all right? The teacher said that you are going to transfer to a liberal arts class. He also said that you only scored more than 500 points in the eight-school joint exam. Is there something wrong with your health? Why did you drop so much all of a sudden? You didn’t even give it to your mother.” Buffering opportunity, you know that mom is not in good health," Jie Qingyang showed bitterness, he didn't know that he would be reborn suddenly, and he woke up on the last math test subject of the [-]th high school entrance examination, at that time he thought it was a dream , but I still picked up the paper to do the questions in a timely manner, and later found that something was wrong, unlike a dream, I can’t do that kind of questions, and the feeling of racking my brains is too real.

A 30-year-old brain does the math of a 17-year-old.

…Sitting there like an idiot, I scratched my head and scratched my head to think about the formula the whole time, tried my best to do three questions, and ended up forgetting about the answer sheet.

Fortunately, it was not transcribed, and the score was zero, which seemed deliberate and decent.

He had to admire himself back then. He could score 555 with a score of zero in mathematics. This figure seemed to be mocking him.

"At that time, I had a stomachache and couldn't finish the questions, so I didn't do it." Jie Qingyang saw Zhou Aoqing's exaggerated expression and said immediately, "It's healed now, don't worry, Mom, you still don't know how I am."

That's right, Zhou Aoqing's brows didn't relax for a moment, and then he frowned deeply, "Then why do you want to go to the liberal arts class, the science grades are so good, you don't have to learn the liberal arts from scratch, why are you crazy, the family has no money to make you trouble, dad They are all running long-distance cars now." Jie Qingyang: ...don't lie to me a little, Dad is going abroad to discuss business.

"No matter which class he is in, the tuition and living expenses are free." As soon as Director Zhao said the words, he realized that he had said something wrong, and changed his words: "Well, no, they are both sophomores now, and they can't keep up with the progress."

"Just entered the second year of high school, only one or two books. Besides, there is a round of review in the third year of high school," Jie Qingyang casually glanced at Zhao Deyou. The former head teacher, no matter how many years have passed, still has lingering fears. Hide if you can.

If you want to have a better life in high school, staying away from Zhao Deyou is the first rule.

"Why do you want to transfer to a liberal arts class? What's the reason?" Zhou Aoqing felt the determination to reveal the foreign dialect. The situation was more serious than imagined. His son was well-behaved and sensible, with excellent character and learning. It is the pride of the whole family.

She suddenly looked at it vigilantly: "Did you fall in love with a girl from the liberal arts class?"

Knowing a child is like a mother.

The author has something to say: Note: Although he is a 30-year-old man, he is still young at heart. The campus is surrounded by teenagers every day. He must have a good mentality. The younger he lives, the more mature he is The more gentle, except for rivals.

So don't say he doesn't look like 30 years old.