After wearing a book, it is difficult to escape the law of true fragrance

The three-day holiday passed quickly, and after school started, the final exam was immediately ushered in.

After the final exam is the parent meeting, so in order to have a peaceful Spring Festival, everyone pays special attention to this exam.

Because this time involves a parent-teacher meeting, I have a holiday immediately after the test, and I will notify the report card at the parent-teacher meeting.

On the day of the parent-teacher meeting, Bian Cong woke up early on purpose.

Song Wan was tidying up the shelves, and when she looked up and saw him coming downstairs, she was a little surprised and said, "The sun is coming out from the west, why did you wake up so early today."

"Mom," Bian Cong yawned and said lazily, "You should dress up today."

Song Wan smiled: "Why? There is a parent meeting and you have to dress up."

"Of course not," Bian Cong walked up to Song Wan and squeezed her shoulders, "The main reason is to let other parents know that Xueba's mother is so young, beautiful and gentle."

"Pull it down," Song Wan said with a smile, "You're the only one who is still a bully?"

"Your son must be a top student. Let me tell you quietly, your son came in second in the exam this time."

"Second?" Song Wan looked at him with surprise in his eyes, but it quickly passed by again, "It's the last one, right?"

"Positive number! Positive number! Mom, why don't you believe in your son's strength."

"It's not that mom doesn't believe it." Song Wan looked at him helplessly, "It's really because your strength doesn't allow it."

"..."

He forgot that the impression of Bian Cong's poor grades has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.His efforts for a while may not be enough.

"Ah! my good mother, you must have some confidence in your son."

"Alright then!" Song Wan smiled and sighed, "Just listen to my son and dress up to attend."

The results of the final exam had already been spread in the group, and while reading the report card in advance, he took the No. 2 exam again, and Fu Chenyan was the No. 1. There was only one multiple-choice score difference between the two.

Speaking of Fu Chenyan, after the incident last time, the relationship between the two of them seemed to be getting closer, but not too close. In short, it was not like the elementary school students quarreling like before, but it was definitely not to the point of shaking hands and making peace.

At noon, Song Wan returned home after the parents' meeting. Before entering the room, she started calling Bian Cong's name, "Bian Cong, Bian Cong, come down quickly, hurry up."

"What's the matter?" Dad Bian poked his head out from the shelf, "Is our son being criticized by name again?"

"No, no, come here and show you something."

"What?" Papa Bian put down his work and went over.

"Thump, thump, thump, thump!" Song Wan took out a certificate of award from his bag as if juggling, "Look! Our son has won a certificate! It's still an award for outstanding progress!"

"Really?! You didn't lie to me, did you?"

"Why lie to you! See for yourself." Song Wan stuffed the certificate into his hand.

Dad Bian stared wide-eyed, carefully looking at the bold and black letters on the certificate.

"Bian Cong! Progress Award! Really, my wife, our son actually won a certificate!"

"Yes, and our son did very well in the exam this time, No.2, the teacher also specially named him for praise, it's the first time, Lao Bian," Song Wan said with emotion, "It's really the first time in my life."

"Mom, you're back." Bian Cong also came down from the stairs at this time.

"Hey, my eldest son, come here and give Dad a kiss."

so happy?Bian Cong raised his eyebrows, it seemed that he knew the result.

"Oh, it's nothing unusual," Bian Cong pretended not to care, "it's just a certificate."

Dad Bian: "Look at it, I'm so proud."

"Oh, my good son, Dad really didn't expect to see you get the award while you were alive, really..."

"..."

"Dad, why are you crying, don't get excited, don't get excited."

"I'm not crying! These are tears of happiness!"

Kind of humorous.

Bian Cong smiled, walked over and hugged the two of them, "Mom and Dad, thank you, I will make you proud."

In the evening, Song Wan prepared a large table of favorite dishes.Bian Cong was in a good mood, and told them anecdotes about his first counterattack in the exam, which made them laugh.

"Bian Cong, tell mom honestly, your grades have improved so quickly, can't you do without the help of your deskmate?"

"No, I rely on real talent and learning."

"Come on, I heard that you are the first in every exam at the same table. Your class teacher also said that you two were arranged to sit together to improve your grades."

"Really?" Papa Bian said, "Then why don't you invite him over for a meal another day?"

Bian Cong: "Oh, Mom and Dad! You don't believe in your son's strength so much. Fu Chenyan didn't help me much at all. I relied entirely on myself!"

"Okay, okay, you're relying on yourself," Song Wan brought him some food, "but why didn't your family come to hold a parent-teacher meeting with such a good grade in the exam at the same table?"

Bian Cong was taken aback: "No one held a parent-teacher meeting for him?"

"That's right, I got the report card by myself," Song Wan said, sighing, "It's true for parents, even if you are busy with work, you can take time to participate. Why are you so careless about your children?"

"Maybe he's busy." Bian Cong said.

"Bian Cong, call your tablemate to come over to play when you have time."

"Why are you calling him?"

"Thank you, I have helped you a lot in your studies. Besides, the two of you are also at the same table. Let him come to our house to play."

"..."

"talk later."

As soon as the new year is over, and more than half a month later, the school will start.

On the first day of school, he went early, and there was no one else in the class, only a few girls were chatting in the front row, where they went to play during the Chinese New Year, how much money they received, whether they met classmates, etc.

While listening with one ear, he will purse his lips and smile when he hears something funny.

Speaking of meeting his classmates, Bian had hardly seen Fu Chenyan during the whole winter vacation, and only happened to meet him twice a year ago.Both times, he was the one who came to buy cigarettes.

It's easy to remember what he was doing.

At a quarter past seven, everyone in the class arrived one after another, including Fu Chenyan.

He is still the same as before, silent, arrogant, and strangers are not allowed to enter.

He sat down and Biancong glanced at him.

The hair was cut short, the eyebrows were exposed, and the facial features appeared more three-dimensional.

Strange, I haven't seen you for a winter vacation, why do you feel a lot more handsome?

Tsk tsk tsk, sure enough, out of sight, out of mind, beauty comes from distance.

Fu Chenyan put down his schoolbag, took out a small box of candy from his pocket, knocked out two pieces, and stuffed them into his mouth. He caught a glimpse of Bian Cong looking at him from the corner of his eye.

"Do you want to eat?"

Bian Cong was stunned for a second, then blinked, "Don't eat."

"Hand out."

"......OK then."

Biancong stretched out his hand, and Fu Chenyan gave him two candies.

"It's not poisonous."

Fu Chenyan: "..."

"Don't try to hurt me."

"I'm not like you." Fu Chenyan put the candy away.

"What's wrong with me!"

Fu Chenyan looked at him, "What do you think?"

"Be courteous for nothing, such as making tea for someone?"

"..."

He was talking about the incident that caused him to cheat.

Bian never had a guilty conscience and stopped talking.

He stuffed the sugar into his mouth and crunched it into pieces.

It's quite delicious, mint, not too spicy, not too sweet, cool and refreshing.

In the second semester of the second year of high school, the pressure of the course increased, some subjects also entered the review stage, the college entrance examination was slowly approaching, and the atmosphere in the class became tense unconsciously.

It was April, the weather was getting warmer, and Nancheng High School ushered in the annual spring sports meeting.

The school's sports meet is only attended by the first and second graders every year, and the senior three students only participate in the opening ceremony due to curriculum reasons, so most of the competitions are averaged to the first and second graders.

The last sports meeting that I can officially participate in in high school for three years, everyone in the class is very active, and everyone wants to apply for a few more events.

As the sports committee member of the class, Jiang Hao'an is in charge of statistics.

"Hey, Brother Cong, what project are you applying for?"

"Any other projects?" Bian Cong asked.

"Let me take a look," Jiang Hao'an flipped through the registration form, "There are also high jump, shot put and three thousand."

Bian Cong: "..."

"Brother Cong, which one should you report to?"

While Bian Cong was thinking, Fu Chenyan came back with water, he put the water glass on Bian Cong's table and said, "It's lukewarm."

"Thanks." Bian Cong unscrewed the cup and took a sip.

"Hey?" Jiang Haoan looked at the two curiously, "Brother Cong, Xueba, the relationship between you two has improved!"

"..."

With a mouthful of water in his mouth, he almost choked.

"What are you counting?" Fu Chenyan opened his mouth to break this awkward moment for him.

"Oh yes yes yes, this," Jiang Hao'an pointed to the registration form, "Xueba, which project do you want to apply for?"

"What else?"

"High jump, shot put, and three thousand."

"Three thousand."

The answer was straightforward, without even thinking about it.Bian Cong looked at him, feeling a little dazed.

"Okay! Xueba is refreshing." After Jiang Hao'an registered, he asked Bian Cong, "Brother Cong, how are you?"

Bian Cong hesitated a little, "Is this a must?"

"Ah... it's better to participate," Jiang Hao'an scratched his head, "We are in a liberal arts class. Most of the girls in the class have signed up, so we boys can't lag behind."

"...Then, report one?"

"Okay, which brother to report to?"

"Then, then three thousand."

"Okay!" Jiang Hao'an finished registering in two strokes. Looking at the registration form, he suddenly smiled and said, "It's a coincidence, from brother to Xueba, now you are competitors."

After Jiang Haoan registered, he moved to another place.

Bian Cong took a sip of water and looked at Fu Chenyan. He was looking at a math problem with his head propped up, and the pen was spinning in his hand.

"Fu Chenyan, are you running fast?"

Fu Chenyan stopped writing and glanced at him, "It's okay, why ask this?"

"Just, just ask."

Fu Chenyan hummed, and went to read the questions again.

"Then, how fast can you run?" Bian Cong asked again.

"About twelve minutes." Fu Chenyan replied, "How long have you been?"

"I?"

Hehehehe, it starts in 10 minutes.

After hearing no answer, Fu Chenyan guessed by himself, "Half an hour?"

Bian Cong is in a hurry, his consistent principle is that I can say that I am a hot chicken, but others!No!OK!

Especially Fu Chenyan!

Not to mention! !

"Who do you look down on?! Tell you! My three thousand is not more than twelve minutes."

"Oh, that's amazing," Fu Chenyan nodded in approval, "Then I'll see you then, and I look forward to your breaking the record."

Bian Cong: "..."

Hehehehe.

I fucking thank you!

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