The next morning, the first class of the second grade was in Chinese class. The female teacher stood on the podium and showed the topic of the class through PPT, my father.

"I'm sure you all have dads. If it weren't for Daddy, you wouldn't exist. Who wants to come on stage and tell everyone about their father?" the female teacher smiled.

Jia Qianqian sat by the window, his left hand on his cheek, and his eyes looked at the scenery outside the window. Her head was empty and in a daze, and there were no other thirty-one classmates who raised their right hands high, scrambling and eagerly trying.

Jia Qianqian's primary school is one of the city's best schools. Children who go to school here do not follow the usual principle of proximity, but often follow only three scenarios.

The first is that they have good grades and have successfully passed the school's independent enrollment examination; second, they have money in their families and are willing to pay a large amount of money for building the school; and third, they are powerful in their families.

Jia Qianqian was able to enter the school according to the first situation in an open and honest manner, and was assigned to the current class with the first place in the comprehensive score.

If you can't cut the queue in advance, then you can only enroll through another normal channel, and there are two ways. First, the child must have an independent household registration in the central city, rather than a collective household registration, to be eligible to participate in the lottery. Although the odds of winning the election are not as difficult as winning 5 million, they also represent enough luck.

Second, the child has a degree in the area where the school is located. To put it bluntly, there must be a corresponding school district house in the home. In this way, you have the qualification of the small lottery.

Even if the probability is many times greater than that of the big shake, it does not mean that it is 100% selected. After all, the number of places in the school is fixed every year, and there will be neither one more nor one less.

A chubby little boy was first named by the female teacher and stood happily on the podium. He looked at his classmates sitting in the audience, gave his right hand a thumbs up, and said proudly: "My dad is a big boss, and he sits in a big Mercedes-Benz."

Our family lives in a large villa and a Filipino maid. My dad had thousands of people working for him. If he doesn't like someone, he can fire the other party's squid. ”

After he finished speaking, many people exclaimed "oh" sounds. The little fat man's face was ruddy and happy, and he strode off the podium, and sat down again, triumphant.

The female teacher ordered another look-looking Si Swenwen, and the male classmate wearing glasses stood on the podium. He suddenly held his head high and said, "There is no big Mercedes in our house, no big villas, and no Filipino maids.

However, my father is the director, so I am the little director. Wherever my dad went, there were always a bunch of people smiling all over the place. ”

After speaking, he also got many exclamations of "oh" from his classmates. Glasses triumphantly stepped off the podium and sat back in her chair.

At this moment, some children raised their hands high, some children couldn't help but stand up when they raised their hands, and some children couldn't wait to rush to the podium......

"This time, let me ask a girl to come up and talk about her father. The female teacher saw from the actions and expressions of these children that they all wanted to show off on stage. In their minds, their father is the most awesome man. Even if it's not like that, it's not bad.

She paused, her eyes locked on Jia Qianqian, who was different from them during the search, and then said, "Jia Qianqian, you come to the stage to talk about your father." ”

"Her family is poor and doesn't even have a car. Every day to and from school, I was walking. Her dad is definitely not going to be a great character. A little boy's contempt for Jia Qianqian came out coldly.

The sound of "hahaha" was one after another, and most of the children laughed. After all, they each have cars in their homes.

The little fat man didn't laugh, but suddenly stood up angrily, his two little fists clenched tightly. He put on a posture that a boxer could attack at any time, and yelled: "If you dare to bully Jia Qianqian, I will beat you to death." ”

Then, the little glasses that didn't laugh turned sideways at the classmate who was laughing at Jia Qianqian, glared angrily and said with a look of disdain: "Xu Jie's father is a section chief, and he is still under the control of my father!"

Jia Qianqian's heart is very calm. Her face was equally calm, neither angry nor ashamed. She looked at the fool with the eyes of a fool and looked at the classmate who ridiculed her.

At the same time, Jia Qianqian was not moved by the righteous behavior of the little fat man and the little glasses who came forward to protect him. It's not that I don't know, the two of them like her.

Who makes it difficult for a person to give up his natural beauty, and the embodiment of wisdom and beauty? It is very normal for a boy to fall under his pomegranate skirt.

"Everybody gave me peace. Let's let Xu Jie come to the stage and talk about his father. The female teacher, with her palms facing down, signaled the students to be quiet while trying to divert everyone's attention.

"Teacher, I haven't said anything about my dad yet!" Jia Qianqian stood up and said.

The female teacher looked embarrassed. Her original intention was to let Jia Qianqian talk about her father, and then lead everyone to learn from her, after all, she not only ranked first in every exam, but also got a perfect score.

Xu Jie said that her family didn't have a car, which reflected from the side that Jia Qianqian's family background should not be too good. Rather than let her continue to be embarrassed by the laughing stock, it is better to stop there. As a homeroom teacher, she has the unshirkable responsibility to protect the good students who come out of poor families.

Jia Qianqian moved to the side, and then walked straight onto the podium. She turned around 180 degrees to face her classmates in the audience and said: "My father's name is Jia Youwei, he doesn't do his job all day long, he is idle, and his dream is to become a writer." Although the ideal is quite plump, the reality is very skinny.

He never wrote anything serious about it. However, just a month ago, my father wrote a short story called "Ordination", which was published in the latest issue of the city-level literary journal "Jingbei Literature".

And the last thing I could stand about him was that he would break into my bedroom every night without invitation, and sit on the edge of my bed to read me a fairy tale.

Only he could do such a childish thing. For this, I was too physically and mentally tormented. Ay...... I really don't know when it's a head?"