The next morning there will be competitions, and in the afternoon there will be the closing ceremony of the school sports day, which must be attended by athletes or not.

Early in the morning, the refreshed He Dashao drove to pick up He Wei, but he didn't go upstairs directly, but sat in the car and called her home.

It was Mother He who answered the phone, and it was He Qingdong, and she came to send her daughter to school, and asked, "So early?" Have you had breakfast? ”

Of course I haven't eaten it.

So, a few minutes later, He Wei, who was rubbing her sleepy eyes, saw He someone in her restaurant who was once again justifiable and entered the room, comfortably drinking the millet porridge boiled by He Mu with a soup bowl, and a plate of wild vegetables and minced meat and japonica rice dumplings that He Wei also participated in.

"Today it was raining, but if it gets heavy, don't ride and take the bus. Don't forget to bring your monthly bus pass. Mother He waited for her daughter to finish breakfast, handed her an umbrella and asked her to stuff it in her schoolbag for later use.

He Qingdong had already finished eating when He Wei sat down to eat, and was sitting on the sofa chatting with He's father about the news in the "Today's Morning Post" ordered by He Xidong, but his ears were always listening to the movement in the restaurant.

Hearing Hemu's broken thoughts, he frowned slightly, taking the bus in the rain? Is this usually the case? At the end of school, although it is not yet the peak period of the most congested traffic, there is no guarantee that there will be a seat, right, there is no seat to stand all the way, and she is carrying a big schoolbag, her small body can afford it?

Father He saw him staring at the newspaper on the coffee table, motionless, as if the newspaper had an enmity with him, yes, after He Qingdong left, he took the newspaper and studied it over and over again for a long time, but unfortunately most of the words recognized him, but he didn't know them.

Mother He cleaned up the kitchen and came out, and when she saw Father He sitting on the sofa and flipping through the newspaper, she couldn't help but be surprised: "Can you understand?" I don't know what time to waste, didn't I say that I should go to the store early to catch a few small benches out? Dongzi came back from school to deliver the goods, but he didn't go at this point? ”

Father He was shocked to realize that time had passed for so long, as soon as the newspaper was put aside and went to the store, he walked to the door and was about to change his shoes, but he didn't know what to remember, so he turned back and picked up the "Today's Morning Post" on the coffee table, and put it under his arm, planning to take it to the store to ask Xiao Wang next door, what was the content, so that the eldest nephew of the daughter teacher saw it so bitterly and hatefully......

……

He Qingdong sent He Wei to school, made an appointment to pick her up after the closing ceremony, and drove away, saying that he was going to do something.

He Wei stood at the school gate, looking at the black jeep driving away, and couldn't help frowning. It was fine when I sat in her restaurant for breakfast, but I didn't see him frown on the way to school, and I didn't know what was going on.

[When I come to pick you up in the afternoon, holding his little hand can enhance the relationship and read the heart, what a good thing. 】

The system has been bored for too long, and when he heard that there was something he could contribute, he was busy bubbling and plucking He Wei.

He Wei frowned: It's better not to. It always feels weird to always eavesdrop on what other people are thinking.

"He Wei—"

Halfway through chatting with the system, He Wei was stopped by Qian Duoduo, who rushed into the school gate: "Are you okay at home?" ”

"Huh?" He Wei looked at her puzzled: "What's going on at home?" ”

"Huh? Didn't Mr. He say that? You have something at home, so you ran the 800 meters and went back without even having time to see the results. ”

Belch......

Mr. He's accomplice!

“…… It's okay. By the way, what is the total score of our class? He Wei hurriedly pulled the topic away.

"Our class......" Qian Duoduo's temperament is also a gust of wind and rain, belonging to the kind of heartless and lungless, being brought up by He Wei's topic, even if yesterday's incident was revealed, he pulled He Wei and ran to the playground excitedly, reporting the current score and ranking of their class while running.

He Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At the closing ceremony in the afternoon, the principal held the microphone and first gave a speech happily, to the effect that this year's school games were held successfully and how many school records were broken, including a special point to the 800-meter girls' group of the second grade of junior high school where He Wei was, saying that all students should learn like this group of athletes, gritting their teeth and fighting hard when sprinting...... Balabala...... Finally, the top three classes in the grade will be awarded.

He Wei didn't win the award herself, but her class won the award, and she won several, but the class leader and the sports committee couldn't hold it, so they dragged He Wei up.

The second overall score, the second in the men's team, the fourth in the women's team, the sportsmanship award, and the spiritual civilization award are a big improvement from the fifth place in the first year of junior high school.

The head teacher was happy to be angry and smiling for a long time, and even when he criticized and educated a few boys who were not serious in class, he was not as strict and fierce as before.

For the students in He Wei's class, this is the biggest gain of this school sports meeting. Hi Da Puben.

In the eyes of the principals and the teachers of various subjects, the biggest gain is that He Wei participated in the sports meeting, and then declared the "municipal three good students".

It's really hopeful.

Although the honorary certificate and prizes have not yet come down, the Education Bureau has already passed through the tone after receiving the application materials submitted by the school, as long as there is no accident, the next step is to go through the procedure and take some time.

As He Mu said, the entire Qing City, or Xiaoqing City, has a total of more than 100 dozens of junior high schools, and there are a few "city-level three good students"! Imagine that every year Mingjiang Middle School selects the best students from the second year of junior high school and submits them to the Education Bureau for approval, the chances of passing guò are that it will take three or five years to get that one.

This time, just after the preliminary examination, the Education Bureau let out a mouthful, saying that it could be done without accidents.

Can the headmaster be upset? Once it is done, Mingjiang Middle School will be able to break the spell of "three good students at the municipal level" in three or five years, and march to the honorary title of "three good students" at the provincial level, and it will definitely be good for the next enrollment.

But He Wei is really good, except that sports is a hard injury. But last year, she also worked hard, and she stayed after school every day to run and practice, so she was so hard at her that hard work, no matter how you want to declare it, you have to try it. Fortunately, her main subject grades are top-notch, and she participates in the discipline competitions at the municipal level, and she also has many awards and small awards.

He Wei didn't think about it so much, it was good to be rated, but it didn't matter if it wasn't rated. The results are always there, so you won't be able to enter the gate of Qingshi No. 1 Middle School if you lose the election, right?

In fact, when she was really rated as a "municipal three good student", and then came down as a "provincial three good student", and thus received a tuition-free special admission letter from Haicheng No. 1 High School, the principal and teachers of Qingshi No. 1 Middle School cried. It would have been great if they hadn't been rated at the beginning, they wouldn't have been robbed by Haicheng No. 1 High School if they weren't rated, and if they weren't rated up, they would have lost a college entrance examination general in vain......

Of course, that's a story for another time, so let's not mention it for now.

Back to the present, after the closing ceremony of the school sports meeting ended with the cheers of the students, He Wei and Qian Duoduo carried the tables and chairs back to the classroom, and were intercepted by He Chifeng halfway through. As for the desk, he casually ordered a boy to carry it, and at the end he wrinkled his brows and said: "Tall and big, let the two girls carry the desk, okay?" ”

The boy was red-faced by what he said, and he shouted in his heart, he just carried a desk into the classroom, didn't he want to go to the toilet to liberate the water that he had held all afternoon, and was stopped by the physical education teacher, what should I do? Continue to hold back? Or carry your desk to the toilet?

When He Wei came to the sports office, she understood the reason why He Chifeng called her - someone was sitting in He Chifeng's special seat, looking through the student handbook of a certain class.

Seeing He Wei coming, He Qingdong beckoned to her happily: "Come here, I'm looking at your physical education test this semester." ”

He Wei: "......"

Please let it go!

He Chifeng told the two of them a few words, and then got off work first, and his wife called and said that he had stewed the pot he loved to drink, and if he didn't go back to drink the pot, he looked at a pair of young Qingqing here and me, how masochistic was he?

As for inviting the two of them to drink together at home, he thought, but what did his nephew say? Ming'er is leaving Qingshi early in the morning, don't disturb his last solitude...... In short, the child is older and dislikes Lao Tzu, not to mention that he is not a human being, just an uncle.

He Chifeng left in a congested manner, He Qingdong also got up and put on the school uniform jacket for He Wei, and at the beginning of the afternoon, the sky was overcast and began to cool down.

"Let's go, too."

"It's not raining yet, I'd better ride back, don't bother you to send it."

When He Qingdong heard her say this, he stared at her with faint eyes, staring at her scalp, and finally added weakly: "If it doesn't rain and don't ride back, my mother will ask......"

"I'll take the bike for you."

How to bring? She didn't understand for a moment.

It wasn't until he came to the parking lot and watched him rack his bicycle on the roof of the jeep that he found that there was a special frame for stationing bicycles on the jeep. It looks like it's new, it can't be just bought today, right?

"Give me my phone."

Sitting in the car, He Qingdong started the car and said to He Wei.

He Wei blinked: "I didn't bring it." ”

If you put aside the three-cube space, she really didn't bring it.

He Qingdong glanced at her helplessly, "Is there a pen and paper?" ”

"Yes." Although He Wei didn't understand what he meant, she obediently took out a pen and sticky notes from her schoolbag.

He Qingdong took her hand, copied a set of phone numbers on the sticky note, and said: "In the future, if the weather is bad, don't go to the bus, call this number, tell the other party where you are, and someone will pick you up." ”

He Wei: "No, don't be so troublesome......"

He Qingdong raised his eyebrows: "Huh? ”

After a pause, he said in a soft tone: "The riding time is too long, the variables on the road are too large, and I don't feel at ease when I squeeze the bus." So, either listen to me, or transfer to the school at your doorstep, choose one of the two, which do you choose? ”

In his selfish heart, of course he hoped that she could continue to stay in Mingjiang Middle School, not because Mingjiang Middle School had a promotion rate that was a few places higher than the community middle school where Wen Xinyuan was located, but because there was his uncle there, and there were multiple eyeliners, so he was always relieved, right?

He Wei glared at him speechlessly, why is this person so domineering! Can't she arrange it herself? Can Shenma listen to his words and feel warm in his heart?

[It's still sweet, isn't it? ] 】

He Wei: ...... R1152