What is it like to have a good pair of parents?

Jiang Xiaokui feels that the answer to this question is three words for her: pressure, force, and big.

It's not that Jiang Xiangyang and Wen Xun put much pressure on her, they are definitely a pair of good parents, and they always unconditionally support her any ideas that are out of line - but in fact, she has never mentioned any ideas that are out of line, and I am not sure if they will agree if they really mention an out-of-line idea.

Her pressure comes more from the outside world and from herself. Because her parents are very good, the outside world will inevitably have expectations and requirements for her. And she doesn't know why Zhengzheng will lose, she has such excellent parents, but she is an ordinary girl who can't be more ordinary.

Since she was sensible, Jiang Xiaokui realized that her parents were very ordinary. Because she can always see them on TV, she can always hear some uncles and aunts treat them with great respect, and she can always hear others say that she has always liked her father's songs.

Since elementary school, Jiang Xiaokui realized that she was an ordinary person. Because she found that she had to think about the topics that others could easily do, she thought about them for a long time, even if she couldn't be more careful, her grades were still in the middle.

Later, when Wen Xun went to hold a parent-teacher conference for her, she heard her homeroom teacher say to her mother, "Xiaokui is very smart, but she is sloppy." ”

But she knows that she just isn't very smart, and she's really not sloppy.

She knew it was comfort.

It's not a comfort to her, it's a comfort to her mother, after all, her mother is such an excellent person, think about it with normal thinking, everyone will think that she is not willing to accept her daughter is mediocre.

Jiang Xiaokui stood outside the classroom, silently listening to the teacher's words, and her face and eyes were hot.

- This is a puzzling and distressing positive and negative thing.

Since then, Jiang Xiaokui has studied hard and finally stabilized her grades in the top ten of her class.

I heard the conversation between the head teacher and the mother again, and what the head teacher said was, "Look how smart this child is, with a little bit of heart, his grades will come up." ”

Jiang Xiaokui was a little sad, sad that all her efforts were brought by the sentence "smart", but she was also happy, happy that she covered up her stupidity and didn't let her mother feel disappointed.

However, this is only elementary school.

Jiang Xiaokui in junior high school can still make up for her not very smart mind with hard work and the learning methods she has summed up, but when it comes to high school, she is completely bad.

Before the liberal arts and sciences were divided, the huge pressure of studying nine subjects at once overwhelmed her, and she got up early every day and was greedy for darkness, but she still couldn't find a way to learn subjects like physics. In the first big test, she scored the lowest grade in the class, and the head teacher called her over to talk.

"Jiang Xiaokui, I know that you have been living in the limelight since you were a child, which will inevitably have a certain impact on your mentality, but I still want to tell you that studying at this stage is the most important thing for you, and in high school, talent is not everything, and if you don't work hard, you won't have grades. ”

Jiang Xiaokui squinted and looked out the window, silently retorting in her heart - no, talent is very important, I have seen with my own eyes that those who are in love still do better than me.

Is it that hard to accept that she is an unintelligent person?

It's hard.

Jiang Xiaokui asked herself, not only could others not accept her mediocrity, but she herself could not accept it, but she was the most difficult one to accept. If it weren't unacceptable, she wouldn't have tried her best to study secretly after she entered junior high school, try not to work hard in front of others, and make a picture of easy to get high scores but indifferent to her grades.

Thinking about it seriously, Jiang Xiaokui felt that her approach was quite annoying.

But she didn't want to prove that she was better than anyone in this way, she just had a hard time accepting her inferiority.

The head teacher was still chattering, but Jiang Xiaokui gradually couldn't hear what she said, and her thoughts drifted to the nine skies with the white clouds outside the window.

She came up with an idea that she had never thought before - since she couldn't do it if she tried hard, it was better not to work hard. It seems to be careless about the grades.,It seems to look pretty cool.,It's better than studying hard and taking the count-down.。

For a moment, she felt more relaxed than ever, as if someone had lifted the burden on her body.

Jiang Xiaokui, who has been a good student for many years, wants to start learning to be a bad student from this day on.

The next morning, as always, was kicked off by the morning reading.

"Shiwei September - the order belongs to the third autumn - "

Today I read "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng".

Jiang Xiaokui put down the book and didn't read it anymore, and turned her eyes to look out the window.

Downstairs, there is a group of boys who have skipped morning class are playing, it is already late autumn, and the late autumn in City B is very cold, but they are still wearing thin autumn clothes, as if they can't feel the temperature. Jiang Xiaokui looked at them intently with her face in her hands, and suddenly, a tall boy hit a beautiful three-point shot.

Jiang Xiaokui's eyes lit up.

"Did you play well?" someone asked her.

Jiang Xiaokui nodded. Later, she remembered that the seats in the class were all single-seaters, so who asked this.

She turned her head and met the head teacher's face, which had an expression of wanting to eat people. The rest of the room was holding back themselves, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

This is the first day from a good student to a bad student, Jiang Xiaokui's psychological quality is naturally not so strong, she was startled and stood up suddenly.

"Jiang Xiaokui! I just talked to you yesterday, and today you are here again distracted? You are about to divide the arts and sciences, have you thought about what to choose? The exam is so bad, don't you know that you don't care at all?!" The head teacher yelled at her, seeing that she didn't react, she was angry, "You go out now, copy the preface of King Teng's Pavilion fifty times, and you won't need to read every morning in the future, when will you finish copying and come in!"

After listening to the head teacher's reprimand, Jiang Xiaokui's emotions in her heart changed from fear to faint joy.

- She doesn't have to read it in the morning. None of those who don't study are in the morning, does that mean she's closer to them?

Go to his study, she doesn't want to learn to vomit blood and take the countdown exam again.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xiaokui's heart was crossed, and she walked out of the classroom with her books in her arms, without listening to the nagging of the head teacher who had not stopped after she went out.

She stood in the corridor outside the classroom, put the book on the windowsill and leaned over to copy the "Preface to the Pavilion of King Teng", but after copying and copying, she felt that this was not a bad student's style, and the teacher asked her to copy her, did she have to copy it?

She put down her pen and began to look at the sky. Until the bell rang for the end of the morning reading, she wrote a total of one or two lines.

The students who had just been playing downstairs came up, and Jiang Xiaokui saw the man who shot a three-pointer. He was a head or so taller than her, wearing a jersey a few sizes larger than his own and a loosely draped school uniform jacket.

When he saw Jiang Xiaokui, he snapped his fingers at her inexplicably.

If it was before, Jiang Xiaokui must have thought that he was a psychopath. But now she has a dangerous idea - early love, which is the standard for students who do not study. Can I try it too?

Before she could figure out whether her palpitations just now were startled by snapping her fingers or the legendary heartbeat, Jing Pengze, the representative of their class's mathematics and physics class, walked out with a stack of homework books with a black face.

"Jiang Xiaokui, what about your math and physics homework?"

After deciding to be a bad student yesterday, Jiang Xiaokui tried not to write homework for the first time since she went to school. As for the subjects she doesn't write, of course, it's physics and math that she hates the most.

She was actually still playing the drum in her heart, but she opened her mouth lightly and threw two words to Jing Pengze, "I didn't write it." ”