Since half past one in the afternoon, Principal Jin has been restlessly looking forward to Lin Miao's arrival.

But the more anxious she was, the more reality turned against her.

Principal Jin waited for Lin Miao to come on the left and Lin Miao on the right, until after the class bell rang, she was still standing in the school communication room, and stayed for more than 10 minutes. In addition to being depressed, he was inevitably a little worried about whether Lin Guorong would send his son to a better school.

For example, the son of the Education Bureau, Plaza Primary School.

She sat behind her desk in frustration, and she didn't have much to do with her work for a while.

Principal Miao went home at noon and didn't come back in the afternoon, probably going directly to the newspaper office of Dongou Daily.

A proposition essay written by a 6-year-old child can be sent to a newspaper.

The more Principal Kim thought about it, the more entangled he felt.

A prodigy who has not been seen in a hundred years!

Just slipped out from under your nose?

Is this cheap plaza elementary school?

"No, I've got to get this kid back. Principal Jin gritted his teeth, took out the contact book of the district agency, and flipped through it violently, and after a few minutes, he turned to the office number of Xicheng Street.

She picked up the phone on the table and dialed it, and waited for half a minute before someone on the other end picked up the phone and asked lazily, "Who?"

Principal Kim reported to the door.

The other head immediately became a lot more polite, and said with a smile: "Principal Jin, I'm sorry, our Section Chief Lin is in a meeting, why don't you wait an hour and call over." ”

Principal Jin hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, then you can tell me after they finish the meeting." It's been 20 minutes since class, and I don't see Section Chief Lin and his children coming to school, so I'm afraid that something will happen to the children......"

After hanging up the phone, Principal Jin lay down on the back of the chair weakly, thinking in great frustration: It's over, it's still in a meeting, and the child must be sent to another school at noon. Lin Guorong is too dishonest in what he says and does......

Lao Jin was making up all kinds of brains, and suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the office door.

She thought it was Principal Miao who came back, walked over slowly, and opened the door.

When the door opened, there was a young woman standing outside the room, who was beautiful and fashionably dressed, with a little bit of alcohol.

Principal Jin looked down again, and there was a little bean standing next to the woman, it was Xiao Lin Miao who she had been waiting for for a long time!

"Are you...... Lao Lin's lover, right?" Principal Jin was a little surprised by Jiang Ping's youth—because Lin Guorong was old, and Jiang Ping looked much younger than his peers, so Jiang Ping was mistaken for Lin Guorong's daughter by a few stupid people who didn't have long eyes, and this kind of thing was not once or twice. Fortunately, Principal Jin is a smart person, even if he subconsciously felt that Jiang Ping might be an ignorant girl who was lured by Lin Guorong, he still stood on the plane of logic and asked Jiang Ping's identity.

"Yes, yes, I'm his wife. Jiang Ping said apologetically, and then lied casually, "There was something at home just now, a few guests came, and I went out late, I'm really sorry......"

"It's okay, it's okay, you kid...... It doesn't matter if you don't attend class or not. Principal Jin laughed, invited the mother and son into the door, and then happily poured tea for the two.

Jiang Ping rushed to Lin Miao with her arms all the way, just in time to catch up with her thirst.

She was not afraid of burning the tea, and after a little blowing, she was in a hurry to drink it in small sips.

Principal Jin looked at Jiang Ping, who was anxious, and then looked at Lin Miao, whose expression was as calm as water, and felt that the mother and son did have five or six points of resemblance between their eyebrows and eyes, but their style of doing things was very different. She couldn't help but wishfully believe that Lin Miao was so good, it should be Lin Guorong's good teaching. No wonder Lin Guorong can do wind and rain in the district in his early thirties, and it seems that he does have a certain level.

"Lin Miao's mother, Lin Miao is usually at home, what kind of books does his father let his children read?" Anyway, he was late for class, so Principal Jin was not in a hurry to send the child to the classroom, and began to talk very cunningly.

And Jiang Ping never turned around when he spoke, and immediately replied one by one: "I don't have a few books at home, let alone children, it's my Ah Rong, I've been married to him for so many years, and I haven't seen him read any books!"

Principal Jin thought Jiang Ping was polite, and said with a smile: "You are really modest, Guorong is so valued by the leaders of the unit, he is so cultured, how can he not read books......

Burst......

Lin Miao heard Principal Jin praise Comrade Lin like this, and couldn't help but want to squirt out the tea in her mouth.

Lin Guorong, male, 34 years old, graduated from junior high school, technical secondary school diploma in Oucheng District cadre advanced course.

Because of his beautiful handwriting, loud blowing, familiarity with official document routines, and close proximity to leaders, he has been labeled as "level" by uninformed people all year round. But Lin Guorong's belly is filled with ink or grass - let's put it this way, compared with his peers, Lin Guorong can barely be regarded as a little literate by virtue of his talent; but compared with Lin Miao, who got a double bachelor's degree in an undergraduate, and then was admitted to a graduate school, and engaged in a master's degree in Marx's basic theory research for three years, Lin Guorong is actually not much better than illiterate, at most it is the difference between whether he can express a thing in slightly accurate sentences.

Lin Miao actually didn't really despise her father.

After all, in Lin Guorong's era, the vast majority of the staff in the agency are basically secondary school and high Chinese.

Lin Miao simply despised the diploma of secondary school - the kind of contempt that came from the subconscious, from the heart, and was full of a sense of class superiority.

Jiang Ping didn't have the heart to chat with Principal Jin, in fact, she didn't like to have too much contact with any official figures. Compared with the big and small leaders that Lin Guorong often invites to his home, Jiang Ping is more willing to talk to the neighbors who sell fish, haircuts, repair shoes, and are unemployed in the streets and alleys, and talk about some chickens and dogs, as well as all kinds of bullshit and peachy news.

Half a cup of green tea was in her stomach, Jiang Ping quenched her thirst and couldn't sit still.

Anyway, her son has already been sent to school, and she is like she has completed her task and is about to go home.

But of course the excuse is still needed, Jiang Ping pretended to be very busy again, put down the teacup, hung the fashionable little leather bag on her shoulder, and said with an embarrassed face: "Principal Jin, I still have guests at home in the afternoon, I have to go back quickly, otherwise it will be bad if the guests come and close the door." The child will be left to you to take care of, and I'm sorry for you. ”

"It's okay, it should be, the child was originally handed over to the school to take care of!" Principal Jin didn't doubt Jiang Ping's words, and got up to send her downstairs.

As soon as Jiang Ping left, Principal Jin began to use Lin Miao's words again. However, it is impossible for Principal Jin to be beaten to death that the ghost skills of a 6-year-old kid will be several times stronger than Lin Guorong's small fritters.

"Miao Miao, your father is usually at home, really doesn't read?"

"Of course. ”

"What's that going on?"

"Mao Xuan", "Mao Xuan", "Deng Theory", "Das Kapital", "Zizhi Tongjian", recently I have been reading Montesquieu's things......"

Principal Kim fell silent.

Grandma's, so cultured, your mother was really humble just now......

"What about you? What books do you read?"

""Mao Xuan", "Mao Xuan", "Deng Lun", "Capital", "Zizhi Tongjian", "Capital" I will memorize many paragraphs, Aunt Principal, do you want me to recite it to you?" Lin Miao asked with an innocent face.

Principal Jin trembled inwardly, and his expression was very embarrassed.

Not only did she not know how to memorize Das Kapital, but she had never read it at all.

She was actually crushed by a 6-year-old child in terms of knowledge......

What kind of family education is this......

Dare to ask what your ancestors did......

Lin Miao casually bluffed, and Principal Jin was completely bluffed.

No one is going to be wary of a 6-year-old.

People always think that such a young child should not brag.

With extremely complicated feelings, Principal Jin sent Lin Miao to the third-grade teacher's office. Teacher Liu, who was designated as Lin Miao's homeroom teacher, happened to be in class at this time, so Principal Jin took a few more steps and personally led Lin Miao outside the third (6th) class classroom.

Teacher Liu, who was lecturing, immediately stopped when he saw the principal arrive, and hurriedly ran out to meet him.

Lin Miao looked up at the teacher.

He really didn't have any impression of this Teacher Liu.

Mr. Liu looks to be in his early thirties, with an average appearance, a long face, lean, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking at the thickness of the lenses, and the degree of myopia should not be high. The height is also average, and it is slightly worse than 1.6 meters by eyesight, but it is not short in Dongou City, which is generally not tall, and it is a standard average. The only thing that is a little recognizable is her temperament.

It's not the bookish spirit of Principal Miao's teaching and educating people, but a sense of authority and oppression similar to that of a correctional officer.

Looking at her face a little fierce, Lin Miao estimated that the children in her class should be more afraid of her.

Principal Jin pulled Teacher Liu aside and whispered: "This is the child of the chief of Lin in the west street of our city, and I will be in your class in the future, the child is still young, you usually pay attention to take care of it." ”

Teacher Liu didn't receive the news beforehand, she looked down at Lin Miao, who was at the kindergarten level, and said with a puzzled face: "Principal Jin, I'm in the third grade here." ”

"Skipped a grade. Principal Jin said, "This kid has already learned the level of the graduating class at home, and we let him take the exam in the morning, so you don't have to worry about learning at all, he is wronged by being in the third grade." ”

When Teacher Liu heard this, he couldn't help but have three points of surprise in his eyes when he looked at Lin Miao.

Teacher Jin was still worried that Teacher Liu would not be attentive enough, and added: "This child's father, he may be the leader in a few years, you must pay more attention." The child is so young, you must not bump into it, in case something goes wrong, if the child's parents come to the door, my face may not work. ”

Teacher Liu nodded, and directly erased the three points of surprise in his eyes, and changed it to very unprovoked.

It's a hot potato!

"Alright, you can take the child inside. If there is any situation with your child in the future, you must tell me in time. Principal Kim finally admonished.

Teacher Liu watched Lao Jin walk away, then looked down at the pink and tender little guy beside him, lamented in his heart that he couldn't avoid it, took Lin Miao's little hand, and walked back to the classroom with a solemn face.

There was no sound in the classroom from beginning to end.

Even though many children were full of curiosity when they saw Lin Miao, no one dared to speak under Teacher Liu's two-year experience.

"Students, this is a new student in our class, and his name is ......" Teacher Liu remembered that Principal Jin didn't tell her the child's name, so she had to bend down again and ask in the same tone as a kindergarten child, "Child, what's your name?"

Lin Miao said: "My name is Lin Miao, Shuangmu Lin, the five elements lack water, and the three water Miao." ”

Teacher Liu blinked.

She swore that she had been in primary school for more than ten years, and it was definitely the first time she had heard a child introduce herself like this.

The five elements are short of water......

The children of the leaders are really not ordinary.