Chapter 21 Chapter 20 Parent Meeting (Part 1) (No.105—No.110)

Zhang Ping did not break his promise. After spending a short and frightening weekend, during the flag-raising ceremony on Monday morning, some students began to spread various news about the highest grades in each academic year.I just heard that some students were called to the school on Saturdays and Sundays to help check scores and rank out report cards. Under the flow of work with a clear division of labor, the scores are continuously spit out from the printer like some kind of product. I don't want to know how many points I got in the test, I don't care at all, I even hope that it won't come out, if someone accidentally sets the Academic Affairs Office on fire, the computer and papers will be burned, and the world will be peaceful.

I held the camera high again and took random shots around me. A group of people chattered together, the central figure could not be seen clearly, there was only one figure from the back, it seemed to be Chu Tiankuo, right? A girl was holding an unknown book and looking down intently, her brows were slightly frowned, because a boy with Mohawk hair dyed red at the end was pulling her braid behind her back with a playful smile. There are still many photos with blurred focus, but I can always find one or two strange faces, which are clear and vivid. I looked down, amidst the noisy and excited crowd.Suddenly, I felt calm in my heart.

There will be many, many exams in the future. As Yu Huai said, yes, we will all get used to it, so that we can’t remember the results and rankings of each exam.Naturally, they would not remember such a Monday morning, such a featureless flag-raising ceremony. But I remember.The images of their youth that they discarded casually are all in my hands.I am the most low-key rich man on the playground. I thought I might be laughing sadly.But I didn't have the guts to take a selfie. I photographed their youthful years, but left my own behind the photos. When the teacher of each subject enters the door, he will hold a large stack of papers in his arms, step in hastily, patrol the classroom, gesture to the class representative, and then hand the papers to them, leaning on the podium without saying a word, watching the class representative command a few students Distribute papers.

The room was buzzing non-stop, but upon closer inspection, it seemed that no one had spoken, their expressions were solemn, full of anticipation and a little panic. So I am very strange.Where did this buzzing voice come from? Han Xu is the representative of the mathematics class. Zhang Feng handed a stack of papers to Han Xu, who was also cold-faced, with a blank face, as if it was a solemn ceremony of passing the throne of the Devil's Cult. Mathematics was my worst subject, but I was the first to hand out my grades.Knowing that I will not have any good results, but my heart is still beating drums, without the slightest self-consciousness.I have been comforting myself, mathematics is mathematics, it is a blessing to be able to die quickly, and the rest of the subjects will be only high or low.

But when Han Xu approached me with a death-like pale face, I still subconsciously grabbed something beside me—it turned out to be Yu Huai's hand. I could feel him jolt along with my body.I don't know if it's because of my actions, or because my hands are as cold as dead bodies. However, he did not break free. At that moment, the brain is no longer functioning.The paper fell lightly from the sky, just like the three-foot white silk that the eunuch threw to the empress in the cold palace in the TV series, it was so lofty and ethereal that it was very arrogant. 148? I opened my mouth wide, and the remaining sanity made me tilt my head to glance at the name in the left gutter.

Oh, Yu Huai's. He frowned, pulled him in front of him with his idle right hand, and began to seriously check where the two points were deducted. While turning the pages, he said, "Why are your hands so cold? It's just a midterm exam. Are you really so scared? Just close your eyes and it's over!" I ruthlessly shook off his warm left hand, but I didn't know what to say to refute him.But after making such a fuss, he didn't feel nervous anymore. Although his fingers were still cold, they were no longer stiff. "Sorry," I sneered, "I... didn't mean to..."

From the corner of the eye, he caught sight of his Adam's apple sliding up and down unnaturally, but his tone remained calm. "I'm dying of ice, let's not be an example." cut.I pouted. However, does not being an example refer to not being able to grab his hand, or is it not being able to grab his hand when it is cold? Is it ok if I get hot? His face was so calm, it was hard for me not to think wildly.At this moment, two or three papers floated in front of my eyes as if blown by the wind. Nothing to look at.The appalling bright red score made me immediately believe that it was mine. I hurriedly lay down on the table to protect it, and looked around nervously.

Yu Huai blinked and was about to say something, but suddenly called me with a blushing face. "... Geng Geng... why are you rushing to my paper... I was not careful just now... can you give it back to me..." I laughed, stood up and handed the paper back to her. It turns out that I am not the only one who can get this kind of score.Simple is really a sister who can share weal and woe.I was right about her from the start. After a full day of bombing, I'm numb.When the teacher was teaching the paper, I took it carefully with a red gel pen. I remember that the paper was full of dense handwriting, trying to drown the bright red scores in the red waves I set off.

At least it doesn't look so harsh that way. The report card is sent to the hand, starting from the name on the left, then mathematics, Chinese, foreign language, physics, and chemistry, a total score, followed by history, geography, and political scores, and the far right is the total score of the eight subjects. That is, there are two total points, but it is the first total that really matters.History, geography, and politics are just meanings. After all, most people still want to study science. I found that the first place on the report card ranking was actually β——I was wondering, and glanced at the far right. Her total score is lower than mine?

At this time, Zhang Ping cleared his throat in front of him: "What about our report card... I discussed it with Xu Yanliang, and we used random sorting, so we don't have such a bloody big ranking. I don’t object to the rough rankings. See which echelon you are in, and you have a direction to work hard. Let me just talk about the top three. The first is Han Xu, the second is Yu Huai, and the second is Yu Huai. The third is Zhu Yao. Both Han Xu and Yu Huai are ranked in the top 30 of our school year, everyone applaud and congratulate." I breathed a sigh of relief.Although no ranking does not mean that the ranking does not exist, but at least, facing such a dense report card, it is estimated that everyone will just look at the total score and estimate the approximate order, and will not be too fussy.My face was preserved to some extent, and I couldn't help smiling gratefully at Zhang Ping.

He actually saw it, and proudly raised his chin and stroked the back of his head. Of course, I also heard someone in the class complaining dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing, how can I arrange the mess!" I am sad.Unlike people like me who just want to hide their shame, there are still many people who think that making this kind of ranking list to maintain privacy is a useless effort that wastes everyone's time and energy.I wanted to complain about Zhang Ping, but I didn't have the confidence. I asked Yu Huai cautiously: "Hey, do you want the ranking to be ranked or not?" He was absent-minded: "It's all the same to me." I sigh.indeed.Anyway, he's in the top three. He turned around again, looked at me with bright eyes, as if thinking of something, and said, "But...in fact, it's better not to line up, it's so boring." I nodded vigorously, my eyes were a little sour: "Yes, yes.... How boring." He was silent for a long time, and I suddenly felt warmth on the back of my hand. This time he took the initiative to squeeze my hand, very carefully, very brotherly, and said: "It will be fine, take your time." My dad asked about the midterm exam at the dinner table, but I didn't reply, I just told him that there will be a parent-teacher meeting on Wednesday at five o'clock sharp. He nodded to show that he understood, and then continued his efforts: "Then your grades are out, right?" I opened my mouth—it’s not that I don’t want to tell him, but I just don’t want to tell my horrific grades in front of Aunt Qi and Lin Fan—no matter how embarrassing it is, I only show it to my family.After all, they are... outsiders. There was a few seconds of silence at the dinner table, and suddenly Aunt Qi stood up to serve soup, and said with a smile, "I just finished the exam, how could it be so fast. Geng Geng, do you want more soup, Auntie will serve you another bowl?" I handed over the bowl obediently and smiled gratefully. At night, I lay on the desk and didn't want to do anything, and the door was left open. I vaguely heard the conversation between my dad and Aunt Qi in the living room, mixed with the jingling sound of Aunt Qi washing the dishes. "Go and comfort her alone, I don't think she's in the right mood. If I'm with Fanfan, she won't be able to tell you anything." I don't know what it feels like.My father is very dull, but an outsider has a thorough mind and sees you clearly, which is not moving no matter what. My dad entered the house as promised, closed the door behind him, blocked the sound of Lin Fan's four-wheel drive and Aunt Qi's washing dishes, and put a glass of milk on my table.I lay on my stomach and didn't get up, so I said "thank you, Dad" dully. "Did you... not ideal?" He asked tentatively. I said "hmm". "...how many ranks?" "I don't know, our class is not ranked." The moment I said this sentence, I was extremely grateful to Zhang Ping. "...Then..." He seemed to be speechless, stood up and walked around twice, patted me on the back, rubbed my head again, and said, "Victory and defeat are common things in military affairs, common things, don't take it too seriously It will get better. After all, there is a gap between you and others when you enter school. You have to admit this and take it step by step." He was so gentle, but instead of being angry at the beginning, I turned to complaining about myself for not living up to expectations.Indeed, for a period of time, I attributed my grievances to my parents forcing me to enter a perverted school that did not belong to me, but at this moment, I felt deeply weak.Other people's children are capable of bringing glory to their parents, why can't I do anything? I nodded, my nose was blocked and I didn't dare to make a sound, the side of my face was pressed against the table, and it hurt a little when I moved.Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, hidden between his cheeks and the table, he couldn't see them. "If you're struggling with the sciences, don't worry, after high school, we'll study liberal arts, good boy." So those troubles seemed to disappear all of a sudden. I just remember that I want to study liberal arts. My current pain is just because I haven’t waited for everything that belongs to me. Not the end of the world. If it was Yu Huai, he would definitely ask disdainfully, how do you know that you will get better if you study liberal arts? I have no idea.But I believe that there is no unparalleled road, even if God has made up his mind to destroy me, I can't admit it.Admit it, and lose all hope and courage.I only have two options, you have to give me a way to survive, you have to give me a way to walk. I couldn't sleep in the morning, so I went out very early. When I got to the classroom, there were only a few classmates, who were scattered on the seats and bowed their heads to read books. They were all people I didn't know well.I sat down on the windowsill at the end of the classroom, with the faint morning light behind me and the empty back door in front of me.No one in the classroom knew what I was doing.The window sill was full of sundries, exercise books, and a football and a basketball. In the net pockets were Yu Huai's and the others' treasures.I shrank into the gaps of the sundries, hid most of my body behind the curtains, my spine pressed against the cold glass in the morning, and the cold air burst.During the general cleaning before November, Zhang Ping once faced the miscellaneous things on the window sill with grief, with a mournful face, waved his big hand, swept two school uniforms and a stack of waste papers to the ground, and said loudly: "This fucking life is not enough. Already?!" The whole class burst into laughter.He came back to himself, scratched the back of his head embarrassingly, and said: "No, this is really not good, you have grown up... This is not how you live... You children, girls are not like girls. , boys... Not to mention, when they grow up and have wives, they will have to be severely repaired!" Everyone continued to laugh unsteadily, and Yu Huai took the opportunity to answer loudly: "Teacher, is this based on experience?" Zhang Ping blushed and waved his hands: "You boy...wait for me!" I thought about it slowly, the corners of my mouth curled up, full of joy.The small and warm little emotions related to "living life" overflowed my heart, but there was also a sense of fear that the good times were about to end. Happiness that can be frightened is real happiness.