Standing in front of Song Cheng was Lu Wuyuan, there were sixty people in the class, his grades were ranked fifty-eight, all the students in the class lived in the school, and he was the only one who did not agree to live in the school, so angry that Song Cheng slapped the table and said, Call your parents!

Lu Wuyuan stood in front of him, and said without being arrogant or humble: "I just have to make the decision on this matter." ”

Song Cheng went directly to the phone, dialed the number and asked, "Hey, is it Lu Xun's father, I am his homeroom teacher, is it like this......"

Five minutes later, Song Cheng hung up the phone a little speechlessly, the students are unreliable, and the parents are even more unreliable, such an important matter, Lu Xun's father actually said that he likes it, what an extremely irresponsible parent.

Anyway, Song Cheng knew that Lu Xun came in by connection, and the principal specially mentioned to him that his identity as Uncle Jiang was not ordinary, and asked Song Cheng to teach him well.

However, Song Cheng has always been not optimistic about this kind of student who occupies his family background and does not study well all day long and knows that he is messing around, he treats all students equally, since the parents of the students agree, he has to wave his hand to him and say, "Go back to the class." ”

Lu Wuyuan nodded, said goodbye to the teacher, and walked out of the office.

Because this student once had an accident in which several day students were killed on the way home from evening self-study, it is a common thing in this school that day students do not go to evening self-study; If Lu Wuyuan lives in the school, there are at least six people in a dormitory, not only will there be no room for pranayama and practice, but also the two self-study classes in the evening will greatly shorten the time for him to learn other knowledge.

A few days before the start of school, Lu Wuyuan met Lu Xiaomao on the street, and after learning the news, he said hello to Lu Yecheng in advance and didn't want to live in school, and promised that his grades would not decline, and he would be consciously diligent.

Lu Yecheng was also reluctant to let his son live in school, after his son's injury, he looked at some things a lot, thinking that he could still struggle for twenty or thirty years, and then his son could take over the career he had worked hard for, even if there was no way out.

What's more, now Lu Xun is sensible and diligent, and he feels a little distressed, and he hopes that his son can spare a little time to go out to play with friends of the same age - since his son knocked his head to amnesia, his brain is as if he has changed people, and he strictly arranges time every day, exercises, learns all kinds of knowledge, and his interests are much wider than before.

Moreover, my son began to massage his arm a week ago, saying that he saw a set of acupressure in a medical book, which allowed him to dredge the meridians and improve the recovery of his arm that had been injured for many years. Lu Yecheng looked at his son's serious face, although he didn't think so, but it was not good to brush his son's mind, so he began to massage for half an hour every day.

Lu Ye cost to enjoy his son's filial piety, but never expected that his son's massage technique was very professional and comfortable, and he did not only press the arm, and very regular, from the back to the shoulder and then from the shoulder to the arm, the cycle dozens of times, each time after pressing he felt that his arm was faintly hot, a week later, he felt that his fingers and elbows were a lot lighter.

Lu Yecheng was amazed, and asked Lu Xun where he learned the massage techniques, Lu Xun said that he went to a professional massage shop in the county some time ago to observe a few times, and then studied on the Internet and books for a long time before slowly getting started.

Lu Yecheng looked at his son's indifferent expression, but in his heart it was as sweet as eating a jar of honey, his son has grown up sensible, and he has to work harder as a father.

He is not worried about his son's current grades ranking at the bottom, and he sees his son's self-discipline and hard work, after all, when he was in Lizigou, the teachers there could not impart much knowledge.

So when Song Cheng called, Lu Yecheng said a bunch of things to Song Cheng about decompression and burden reduction, which directly made Song Cheng so angry that he hung up.

Lu Xiaomao's mother used to work in the county, because it was inconvenient to take a child alone, so she left Lu Xiaomao in Lizigou to go to primary school, and now her salary is high and time is free, so she took Lu Xiaomao out and put it in the county junior high school, but Lu Xiaomao's grades were not good and he was ranked in class six.

Lu Xiaomao told Lu Wuyuan that the junior high school in Lu Wuyuan County stipulated that students should live in school for evening self-study, and his face was sad and depressed, his mother would not be so open-minded as Lu Xun's father, even if the students in the ordinary class could choose by themselves, his mother packed his quilt directly into the bed in his dormitory.

So when he knew that Lu Wuyuan was in the top class and didn't live in the school, his surprised eyes were about to fall out.

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After entering junior high school, Lu Wuyuan arranged a more compact schedule for himself, getting up at five o'clock every morning, and when the sky was still dark, he ran along the moat of the county town to a remote park to complete a set of palm techniques.

There is a mountain one kilometer away from the park, because the stairs are too steep, the scenery on the mountain is not particularly good, since the center of the county has built a Baihua Park, the park forest and mountain here are deserted for normal time; It happened to be a good place for Lu Wuyuan to exercise his physical fitness and light skills.

At this moment, it is the early autumn season, the maple trees in the mountains are slowly dyed red by the autumn wind, the half-green and half-red maple trees hide a path made of stones, and Lu Wuyuan, who is wearing a dark blue sweatshirt and has a resolute face, strides up lightly.

Day after day, the autumn breeze is bleak, and the last red leaves fall from the treetops of the maple trees.

The end of the year is approaching, and the first snow of the year has arrived.

The bell for the end of class had already sounded, but the head teacher Song Cheng was still standing on the podium chattering about the test papers.

Because today is Friday, this class is the last class of the semester, after this class, students go home to review, and wait for the next week to finish the exam and then have winter vacation.

So after hearing the bell, the students' expressions were all excited and high-spirited, and they didn't have the heart to listen to the teacher's lecture on the test papers.

After Song Cheng finished the last question, he glanced at the students below, naturally knowing their thoughts.

"I know how you're feeling right now, but I'm going to waste ten more minutes of your time." Song Cheng slowly walked around the classroom, and it was not until the students who had packed up their textbooks sat upright and listened carefully to what he had to say that they walked up to the podium with satisfaction.

"The final exam is coming up next week, and although it's only two days, the teacher still hopes that you will make up for your weaker courses, which is still a little useful for some students with poor grades." Song Cheng's gaze turned around on the students who were at the end of the crane in several classes, and then fell on Lu Wuyuan, who was looking down to read a book.

Song Cheng came in because of the student's poor grades when he entered the school, and he usually didn't pay much attention to him; Because of the day study, most of his classmates are considered to be an outlier who takes privileges, and they are extremely unconvinced and contemptuous of him, so few people will take the initiative to communicate with him.

This student on the fringes of the student also has no consciousness of wanting to have a good relationship with his classmates, after listening to the class every day, he reads books by himself during recess and self-study classes, Song Cheng originally thought that he was indulging in messy novels, but he didn't expect this student to read a variety of books, including social humanities, historical records, geography and mountains, and even some more professional books such as medical science.

People didn't read books during class, and they didn't read novels and comics, and Song Cheng didn't want to confiscate his books, and even this student came to ask him for some knowledge he didn't understand, and asked him to recommend some books.

Although Song Cheng didn't like students to be messy at school, Lu Xun had never deserted in class, and seeing his eyes so eager for knowledge, he had to draw a few books from his bookshelf that he was more interested in and lend them to him.

Unexpectedly, Song Cheng was surprised by the results of these preliminary exams, and he found that Lu Xun's grades were improving every time, and he slowly advanced from the penultimate in the class to the top twenty; Even in a recent monthly exam, his results went straight into the top ten, which had to surprise several other teachers and students in the class.

After seeing the results, Song Cheng didn't have the heart to let him study at night, because this student was very self-conscious, and even if he didn't come to school, he might be self-disciplined to complete all the courses.

Song Cheng talked about some more things that he didn't have, and when he saw the uncontrollable expressions on the faces of the students below, he smiled secretly, and announced the end of class with a wave of his hand.

The classroom erupted with the sound of students jousting, followed by the sound of chairs moving and the students running out of the classroom in joy.

Lu Wuyuan walked outside with his schoolbag, surrounded by other students, and parents with large bags behind him, he didn't have anything to sort out if he didn't live in school, so naturally he didn't hand it over to Lu Yecheng to pick it up.

The school is two streets away from the Lu family teahouse, Lu Wuyuan walks back every day, on the way back, he passes by the food market to see the daily prices, and reports to Lu's father when he goes home, and Lu's father will set what the cakes and side dishes will be delivered for free on the second day.

Lu Wuyuan walked out of the school, and just wanted to turn to the right, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lu Xiaomao's expression was downcast, carrying two huge packages and standing under the poplar tree not far away.

"Lu Xiaomao." Lu Wuyuan saw that there was something wrong with his expression, and walked over and called him.

"Lu Xun." Lu Xiaomao saw Lu Wuyuan's eyes flash, and lowered his head after a moment.

"What about your mother, why didn't she come to pick you up?"

Although Lu Xiaomao is in a different class from him, he lives in the same direction, because his mother is busy at work, and he will automatically entangle Lu Wuyuan after school every Friday and go home with him.

Lu Xiaomao suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with tears.

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