My name is Xiao Sheng. Not long ago, the high school entrance examination was over, and I ended my junior high school career.

The transcript of the high school entrance examination was sent to the class teacher, and I had a deep grudge against this setting. After the exam, I knew I was miserable, so I didn't want to meet the junior high school homeroom teacher with a rich expression.

Now my junior high school homeroom teacher is saying to me bitterly: "How did you do it, how did you do it! How did you get this 30 points worse than the No. 1 middle school in the city! Look at Liu Huidong's grades, they are nearly 50 points higher than you! He went to the No. 1 middle school in the city, and you went to a private middle school like this?" His face was distorted, like an abstract painting. I'm angry.

I forgot to say that it rained during the high school entrance examination, and I was sad and in a bad mood, and I don't know if I was out of shape because of a rain. I was one of the best in my class and didn't get into the key 1 middle school of the city, and Bauhinia is just a private middle school. No matter how you look at it, the grade should be a little lower.

"What should you do, what do you say! How can you go to such a private middle school to get admitted to university! Your father entrusted you to me, how can I explain your grades? How can I explain it!"

It was quiet because I was the last person left in the class, and the others had already taken their diplomas and transcripts and acceptance letters before me. There were just the two of us in the office.

The head teacher left me for the last lecture, in fact, he was venting his emotions at me, I understand.

Thinking of this, I looked at this abstract painting, which was gradually distorted to the extreme, and my heart was a little clear. "It doesn't matter!" I said. The head teacher's words stopped, as if the machine gun that was frantically spitting out tongues of fire had finished firing bullets, "Let's go, let's go." The head teacher waved his hand and motioned for me to stay away from him.

So I turned and walked away, with a sunny heart. When I walked out into the street, I started feeling sad again.

"What should I do?" I asked myself, how do I deal with my parents?

The streets were filled with laughing students and young couples, and I felt like a hurried pedestrian. No one can relate to my mood at the moment. How do they understand me? Do they know how uncomfortable it is to be in front of abstract paintings? They are faced with a sunny smile all day long.

On the way to the door, there are fewer and fewer smiling faces. My home is in a very remote neighborhood and I moved there a few years ago. The environment is nice, but it's far from my junior high school, and I ride my bike to and from school every day. And the interaction between neighbors is cold. I looked at their stiff faces and didn't dare to say hello.

Finally I came to the door, I took out the key, slowly poked into the key jack, the sound was indescribably harsh, I pushed the door open in fear.

The sound of chopping vegetables could be heard in the kitchen, while there was a glimmer of light in the master bedroom.

My dad was a music teacher at a university, and he hated the flute the most, and I don't know why he gave me such a name, but he was busy taking classes and conducting at school all day long. In his spare time, he enjoys cooking.

My mother is an accountant and often works late. Sometimes my dad and I have already slept and my mom comes home from a day's work. So I developed a habit of staying at the door.

In general, my family is still quite well-off, yes, and my junior high school homeroom teacher, who is my father's classmate.

When I walked into my mother's room, I saw the computer glowing white. My mom checked in across the computer, and she already knew I was back, so she didn't look back and asked, "How is it?"

Of course I knew what she was asking, and after a little bit of phrasing, I said, "It's just enough to get on the Bauhinia," and I watched my mom's movements closely.

Mom's hand paused for a moment, and this time my heart lifted. "Oh. Mom said flatly.

Dad came out of the kitchen and guessed that he had just chopped a green pepper when he smelled it. It seems that there are tiger skin green peppers again for dinner today.

"Son?" asked Dad softly. I didn't hide it, and reported the grades and cut-offs. And then I was apprehensive.

"Yes, yes. In fact, we have long discussed letting you go to Bauhinia, but you have always wanted to go to City No. 1 Middle School, and we can't say anything. Yes, you can. "Dad seemed a little happy, and I noticed that his habit of talking and repeating was a bit like my junior high school homeroom teacher. It is estimated that when Dad was classmates with his junior high school homeroom teacher, their homeroom teacher had such a habit of repeating words. Dad turned around and walked into the kitchen again, "Huh!" was the churning of the vegetables after the oil was hot. And a little bit of Daddy's bel canto.

"Bauhinia's principal is your father's hair boy. My mother seemed to understand my doubts and explained.

I didn't get scolded? I didn't get scolded! Hehe! My heart relaxed, and I had a pretty happy dinner.

As a private middle school, the teachers alone still can not compete with the city No. 1 middle school, the famous teacher shelf is quite large, although the class competition system of the private middle school is very advanced, but it is still not as good as the old famous teachers of the city No. 1 middle school. So Bauhinia found another way, starting from the source of students, and came up with an enrollment strategy, based on the score of the grade, the high score can reduce the tuition fee, the higher the score, the more the reduction. For example, if I go to Bauhinia with my grades, the tuition fee will be 20% lower than that of City No. 1 Middle School. Bauhinia can also provide accommodation, and the cost of accommodation is also lower.

The key for my parents to let me go was not these, but that they didn't have time to take care of me, who was already in my third year of high school.

No one objected, and I just got into Bauhinia. It's a mistake.

After getting the notice and getting the approval of the parents, the holiday really began.

There is a middle school called Bauhinia

Bauhinia Middle School, in fact, is not bad, but after every college entrance examination results are announced, Bauhinia Middle School is worse than the city No. 1 Middle School. For example, the best score in the college entrance examination of Bauhinia Middle School in a certain year was only 629 points, and the city No. 1 Middle School won the provincial champion that year, with 689 points. That year, he scored 680 points in the college entrance examination, and the principal of Bauhinia Middle School felt that he could breathe a sigh of relief, looking at the first place in the city's No. 1 Middle School with only 676 points. However, the first place in the first middle school in the city has participated in the competition and independent enrollment, and the strange one has added five points. It is these five points that make Bauhinia miss the champion of the city. Of course, this year, the city No. 1 Middle School did not hype the name of the first place in the college entrance examination, after all, it was very thrilling to win. With a bonus of five points, it is more than one point for Bauhinia. It's just a high score. As for the number of people in the upper book, Bauhinia is naturally a big difference because it does not have a good source of students.

The classmates of Bauhinia Middle School hate the principal so much.

However, Bauhinia Middle School has achieved results that are not as good as those of City No. 1 Middle School in terms of sports. Therefore, the public's perception of the two schools is: those who want to take the road of the college entrance examination sharpen their heads and squeeze into the No. 1 Middle School in the city, thinking that Bauhinia Middle School is not a place for students to go. Of course, the name of Bauhinia Middle School is also a little fancy, which makes many parents feel quite uneasy.

Bauhinia Middle School has a famous tennis training base, and it is said that the talents of the provincial tennis team are mainly selected from here. Therefore, most of the sports students in Bauhinia Middle School choose tennis. And the No. 1 Middle School in the city usually even has physical education classes for students to play freely, how can it compare to Bauhinia? So the principal of Bauhinia also talked about masturbating because of this.

Even if you know that there is a future in Bauhinia to learn tennis, there are always exceptions. For example, Yan Zheng chose basketball.