Sand sculpture tyrant always called my wife

The two-day exam was finally over, Bian Yunluo fell ill after hanging up the water, but recovered more than half of it quickly.

Friday is the time to release the grades and papers.

The teachers took turns to come to the classroom to attack the students from all angles and from all angles.

It was Bian Yunluo's turn to attend class at the end of Class [-], and after class was over there was a parent meeting.

Bian Yunluo walked in with the test paper and age ranking list.

Except for very few children in Class [-], all of them were criticized by different teachers insinuatingly, and when they saw Bian Yunluo, they felt frightened from the bottom of their hearts.

"Everyone did well in the exam this time." Bian Yunluo pushed his glasses. In fact, he didn't care much about the class ranking of a single subject. After all, in the final college entrance examination, he looked at the total score.

"Everyone has seen the age rankings. According to the number of students admitted in previous years and your target colleges, you should know better than me where everyone's shortcomings are." Bian Yunluo knocked on the paper in his hand on the podium.

"The teachers of other subjects have also analyzed it for everyone, so I won't say more. The class representatives and monitors will come and distribute the rolls."

Bian Yunluo didn't scold them too much, he seemed to be really satisfied with the result of this exam, and calmly explained the papers to the children in Class [-].

Many children slowly adjusted their depressed mood.

After class, Bian Yunluo walked to Jiang Zhan's side: "Take your papers and follow me to the office."

Bian Yunluo can understand the situation of fluctuating grades or partial subjects. Rather than scolding, he wants the students to know which direction they should work hard in the future.

But there is only one exception, and that is Jiang Zhan.

Jiang Zhanzhang's condition is called partial if it sounds good, but he can go home if it sounds bad.

The grades of several subjects were kept in the twenties and thirties, except for physics, which he only scored five points...

It's true that even if the answer sheet is placed on the ground and stepped on, it will score higher than him.

Jiang Zhan knew he was wrong, and obediently stood by his desk waiting for Bian Yunluo's reprimand.

"Are there any difficulties in studying?" Bian Yunluo flipped through Jiang Zhan's test paper. He remembered that Jiang Zhan came back from England. Why is his English score so terrible?

Not to mention the five-point physics test paper.

Jiang Zhan glanced secretly at Teacher Wang across the way, and shook his head quickly.

Bian Yunluo didn't miss his small gestures, "If you have anything to say, the teachers will help you." Sure enough, there was a problem, and it was all his fault for not caring about Jiang Zhan in time.

Obviously knowing that Jiang Zhan is a shy child, it is indeed his dereliction of duty to be so negligent.

"I can't understand Teacher Wang's writing on the blackboard!" Jiang Zhan shouted.

His Chinese was not very good at first, and the writing on the blackboard written by Mr. Wang was terribly scribbled. He couldn't recognize half of the words, and he had to guess in class.

Of course, even if you understand it, you may not understand it.

"Also, the English questions are too strange. I can clearly understand them, but I just don't do them right." Jiang Zhan was extremely wronged, and he seemed to be able to avoid all the answers accurately.

Bian Yunluo understood that, except for the special factor of Mr. Wang, Jiang Zhan probably didn't adapt to the exam routines of this kind of exam-oriented education in China, and couldn't grasp the key points.

"The students who participated in the competition next week will start tutoring. If you are not in a hurry to go back at night, you can stay and listen. Can I take the time to tutor you?" Bian Yunluo pushed his glasses.

"Okay, okay." Jiang Zhan agreed wholeheartedly, instead of going home and scratching his head to do homework, it would be better to have a teacher at school to guide him.

"Okay, let's go back today, the parents' meeting will be held soon, I will talk to your family." Bian Yunluo returned Jiang Zhan's rolled paper to him, patted the boy on the shoulder, and signaled him to go out.

There was still a quarter of an hour before the parent meeting started, and the downstairs of the sprint was full of parents, who were rushing to their children's class together.

Bian Yunluo stood at the door of the classroom. Most of the parents of Class [-] were here. With a glance, the middle-aged man sitting in the general seat was the most eye-catching, even somewhat familiar.

Bian Yunluo thought to no avail, and pulled back his thoughts, maybe he was thinking too much.

Parents sat in their children's seats, and on the table were age rankings and rolls of children's subjects.

Ying Bozhou flipped through his nephew's roll paper, and then looked at the age ranking, feeling a little dazed.

For more than 20 years, he has never encountered such a thing at a parent meeting.

"I heard from my girl that your son came back from abroad just now." The mother of the class monitor next to her looked at Ying Bozhou excitedly while holding the roll paper of her daughter's top ten grade.

Ying Bozhou seemed to have sensed it, and "slapped" the embarrassing nephew's report card upside down on the table: "Yes."

"The English must be very good. My daughter's English is the worst, but she is the first in mathematics. I wonder if it's convenient for them to help each other?" The monitor's mother subconsciously went to Jiang Zhan's paper while talking. Take a glance.

It happened that a corner of Jiang Zhan's English paper was exposed, with a brilliant score of 34, which blinded the monitor's mother.

The two looked at each other in embarrassment, and the monitor's mother was full of sympathy, and comforted Ying Bozhou with difficulty: "I didn't get used to it when I just returned to China, but I gradually adjusted."

Ying Bozhou's swear words got stuck in his throat, and he was embarrassing. No wonder Jiang Zhan was so humble when he came to beg him for a parent-teacher meeting.

Even why their homeroom teacher is so good-looking, it will definitely not hurt you to come here, this kind of nonsense can be said.

"All parents have arrived, then our parent meeting will begin." Bian Yunluo closed the classroom door, pushed his glasses and stood still on the podium.

As usual, he first made a brief comment on the results this time. Bian Yunluo had learned about the previous results of the children in Class [-] before, and after praising a few children who had made better progress, he tactfully nodded to those who had regressed, and then announced competition thing.

"The time for the college entrance examination is getting closer, and the pressure on the students is also increasing. I hope that parents will not be too harsh while supervising their studies." Bian Yunluo raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Encouragement is also very important. Every child is excellent, please rest assured.”

Bian Yunluo's parents' meeting rarely talked nonsense, and it always ended quickly.

Parents, who are always impatient, were unexpectedly a little unsatisfied, even though Bian Yunluo said that the parent-teacher meeting is over and everyone can go home.

But there are still many parents left behind, surrounded by Baobian Yunluo, who seem to have endless questions.

Ying Bozhou rolled up the roll paper of his hapless nephew, and wanted to escape from the classroom.

He decided to go home to this stinky boy and find five or six private tutors to tutor him properly. He would lose all face of the old Ying family.

In fact, the most terrible thing was that he recognized Bian Yunluo on the podium.

Because Bian Yunluo was needed to cooperate with his son's treatment, Fang Yun naturally investigated Bian Yunluo. Ying Bozhou didn't read the information carefully, but saw the photo above.

Unexpectedly, meeting a real person would be in such a scene, Ying Bozhou was afraid that the other party would recognize him too.

"Jiang Zhan's parents?" Bian Yunluo crossed the crowd and called Ying Bozhou, "Wait a minute, I have something to tell you."

Ying Bozhou frowned and returned to his seat. He didn't bother to squeeze forward, so he waited for the parents in front to leave after asking.

People in their 50s and almost [-]s, is it possible that they still have to be taught by the teacher?What's more, there is a high probability that this teacher will be his daughter-in-law.

Ying Bozhou was so wronged that he wanted to die, and wished he could go home and cry to his wife.

On the surface, he looked extremely impatient, with his arms folded over his chest and his legs crossed, with a stinky face.

Seeing this, Bian Yunluo felt deja vu, and at the same time worried about Jiang Zhan's family situation.

That day when he overheard Jiang Zhan complaining that no one at home wanted to attend his parent meeting, Bian Yunluo realized something was wrong.

Jiang Zhan was a shy kid, so he was able to complain so loudly. Apart from thinking that there was no one in the classroom at that time, it must have been a long-standing grudge and lacked the company and care of his family.

Bian Yunluo saw off the parents in front, moved a stool and placed it next to the podium, looked at Ying Bozhou, "Jiang Zhan's parents, come, please sit down."

"It's like this. I think you've seen Jiang Zhan's achievements." Bian Yunluo poured Ying Bozhou a glass of water, and seemed to be planning to have a long talk, "Learning is not a rush, Our teacher will try his best to help Jiang Zhan."

"But it also requires the cooperation of parents." Bian Yunluo looked at Ying Bozhou pointedly.

Ying Bozhou nodded secretly, expressing his agreement: "Teacher Bian, don't worry, I will hang Jiang Zhan up and beat him when I get home tonight."

Now there are only two small ones in the family, and a question with a score of 750 can't even get a hundred and fifty.

The other one, now that his brain is broken, he hangs around outside every day, pestering the old lady, and calling him his wife.

There is no worrying thing, Bian Yunluo must have recognized him, and when he said Jiang Zhan on the surface, he should actually be in the state.

"No, I mean that Jiang Zhan lacks the company of his family." Bian Yunluo persuaded softly, "Family's care, encouragement and company are essential during the study process. I know you are busy with work, but you must always find time Accompanying the children."

"I heard from the director that Jiang Zhan has an older brother, and people of similar age will get along more harmoniously." Bian Yunluo only knows that Jiang Zhan's family is rich, and his parents seem to be very busy. Even when the school starts, his brother sent him .

I just thought that Jiang Zhan and his brother were not much different in age.

Ying Bo Zhou Fu said to his heart, "Teacher Bian is right." This is definitely connoting his son.

Unexpectedly, a high school teacher would have such a high EQ, Ying Bozhou immediately admired Bian Yunluo.

Seeing that his persuasion was effective, Bian Yunluo felt relieved and sent Ying Bozhou away.

Ying Zaizhou, who was waiting at the school gate, lowered his head and sent a message to his little wife. He planned to take her to a hot spring tonight, and he would come back on Sunday, and he would accompany Bian Yunluo to set up a stall that day.

[Flowers bloom and wealth]: Why don't you come out, I think the school is almost empty, don't let me go in to find you.

Sitting next to Ying Zaizhou, Mian Mian gnawed pork jerky, swayed her short legs, and accidentally saw a custom phosphor luxury car whizzing by outside the window: "Wow——"

Ying Zaizhou raised his head upon hearing the sound, and looked in the direction Mianmian's gaze was pointing at.

Frowning in disgust, this familiar color is the same as the vulgar aesthetics of the couple in the organization, it's really unlucky.

After receiving the news, Bian Yunluo quickly packed up his things and came out, lest Ying Zaizhou rush into the school again in a moment of impatience.

Finding him was a minor matter, Bian Yunluo was mainly afraid that Ying Zaizhou would say something strange in front of others.

The previous confinement gift pack and dinosaur pajamas really surprised him.

"Get in the car and go to Mingyue Hot Spring." After Bian Yunluo got in the car, Ying Zaizhou gave the order directly. The driver stepped on the accelerator, and the black car drove in the opposite direction of the fluorescent powder.

Bian Yunluo heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the sound, he was still worried about how to deal with the confinement gift package in Zhouzhou tonight, but he didn't expect to go out, it was really great.

It's a pity that the sky didn't come true, and there were things Bian Yunluo remembered in the big bag in the trunk.