Seeing that the college entrance examination was approaching, Xu Lin became more and more anxious, and his grades in several mock exams were at the bottom of the class, which was seriously inconsistent with his personable image of a white-faced scholar.

Fortunately, he has the pocket money given by Zhang Cuixiang, and the generosity of changing the norm makes him a little more chic in the eyes of girls.

often invites boys to eat popsicles and drink soda, and he also has a group of younger brothers, and he feels that he is still the center of the class.

But one thing changed his "status" in the hearts of his classmates.

Zhao Wen, a middle school student of the same type as him, won a sewing machine because of the award, and his status in the hearts of girls suddenly came to the top.

Xu Lin is proud of himself as a high school student, but he knows how much water he has in his academic qualifications. If he can't find a sense of existence in his grades, he will find a sense of existence from his appearance, personality, and class status.

Therefore, as soon as he noticed that his "class center" status was off, he was extremely anxious.

In fact, the students are studying hard, trying their best to get an extra score, and no one really notices the small change in the direction of the class.

But Xu Lin relied on the presence of the class to live, and Zhao Wen became the center of the topic for girls, which made him scratch his heart like a hundred claws, and he was not happy to the extreme.

During a recess activity, Zhao Wen talked about how excited he was when he learned the news of the award, his mother was eager to supply the sewing machine, and talked about how easy the pedal of the sewing machine was, how good the sound of sewing needles on clothes was, and how the new shirt on his body was sewn with a sewing machine.

The surrounding girls exclaimed, and approached Zhao Wen to see the dense stitches on his clothes.

Xu Sen felt very uncomfortable and didn't understand what there was to talk about a broken sewing machine.

couldn't get used to Zhao Wen's smug appearance, he unconsciously sarcastic: "What's so proud, the event you won the lottery is not my mother's event." If it weren't for my mother, would you be able to watch a movie, and would you be able to get into a sewing machine? It's a little thing to be so excited, still young and frivolous! ”

Hearing this, a girl exclaimed: "Xu Sen, is that fashion contest on TV and newspapers really organized by your mother?" ”

The people around her are the promoters of the big event, and the girl feels very proud, and the light of amazement in her eyes is about to overflow.

The more excited Xu Lin became, the more he had to show that he was light, he glanced at the white shirt on his body, and said nonchalantly: "What is this, the textile factory in the town can become a garment factory, and it is also my mother's credit." ”

"Really?" Not many students know that Zhang Cuixiang is the organizer of the fashion competition, let alone such a major event that changed the fate of the entire textile factory. gathered around Xu Lin at the moment, wanting to hear him say more details.

Xu Lin's two sentences easily diverted everyone's attention, and the people around Zhao Wen were unwilling, Liu Yiming sneered: "Are you talking about your shrew? In order not to let your brother go to jail, he is holding the thighs of other people's public security? Or when I was a child, I carried a knife to the school to find a teacher to settle accounts? If your mother had such a great ability, the sow would be able to climb the tree! ”

Liu Yiming laughed while talking, and with the funny movements, the people around him laughed.

Xu Lin clenched his fists, his forehead was bruised, and when everyone was not paying attention, he grabbed Liu Yiming's neckline and smashed his fist into Liu Yiming's nose.

Suddenly, two tubes of red blood flowed out of Liu Yiming's nose.

The squad leader exclaimed: "Xu Lin, what are you doing!" Hurriedly ran over and pulled Xu Lin away.

Xu Lin's eyes shot a light of hatred: "Let's see if you dare to talk nonsense again." ”

In this kind of time when the whole class is watching, Liu Yiming can't admit it.

Tilting his face and cocking his neck, he shouted: "How about I scold?" Your mom is a shrew! You're a vain liar! ”

When Xu Lin heard this, like an angry leopard, he flew up and kicked Liu Yiming.

"Stop him!" The class leader was shocked.

But the kick was still strong.

The classmates in the class consciously grabbed the two parties.

Seeing that the two of them were very angry, the squad leader hurriedly asked people to call the head teacher.

Zhang Cuixiang heard that the head teacher wanted to meet the parents.

Xu Lin in front of him hung his head, looking a little frustrated, and some unwilling to admit defeat.

"What did the head teacher tell me to do?" She asked.

"Because I was fighting with my classmates." Xu Lin turned his head and said.

"Has my son been wronged?" Zhang Cuixiang's expression was gentle and her tone was soft.

Xu Lin turned his head to look, and his eyes immediately turned red: "He scolded you, so I beat him." ”

Zhang Cuixiang hugged him: "Good son, go, my mother will give you a breath." ”

"Hmm!" Xu Lin nodded heavily.

Liu Yiming and Zhao Wen's parents also came as the parents of the parties.

Zhao Wen's nose was red, swollen and blue, and his parents were angry and aggressive. Zhang Cuixiang is very peaceful.

When Dad Zhao saw Zhang Cuixiang, he turned his head disdainfully and snorted coldly, feeling that this woman's nonsense was not worthy of talking to him.

Mother Zhao shouted: "It's you shrew!" Where did my son say something wrong! You also taught that your two sons can only fight, Lao Xu wants to know, and he jumps out of the ground angrily! ”

Zhang Cuixiang slapped it over.

Mother Zhao covered her face and screamed, waving her claws to scratch Zhang Cuixiang.

Zhang Cuixiang pressed her head and kicked her over.

Mother Zhao shouted again, crying: "Old Zhao, you are a dead man, you can watch your wife and son being bullied." ”

The teachers, who had a premonition that something was wrong, finally came to stop it.

"Parents, calm down."

"Sit down and talk about something."

"Harmony is precious, and harmony is precious."

"The children are watching, don't set a bad example for the children."

"Xiao Zhang, come over with tea, several parents are discouraged."

Zhao's mother was pulled to the chair by the teacher and sat down, looked back at her man's indifferent expression, and immediately broke down and cried.

The teacher hurriedly took out a handkerchief.

Zhao's mother snatched it, crying and complaining, and the teachers around her kept nodding to appease.

Zhang Cuixiang sneered: "Are you wronged? You have a grievance. How much damage your child has done to our children, I don't have any points in my heart. also sprinkled in front of the teacher, with the face to teach your child to talk like a matchmaker, and talk about right and wrong behind his back, this child is not atmospheric, and the designation is not promising. ”

Mother Zhao is a person like you, you say she's not good, she wants to quarrel with you. If you want to say that her son is not good, she can fight with you.

After listening to Zhang Cuixiang's words, he stood up with a bang, and he was about to kick someone with a pair of legs, and the strength was so great that the two male teachers almost couldn't pull it.

Zhang Cuixiang waved her handkerchief and smiled: "Heh, splash in front of the teacher, and have the face to let your son say that I am a shrew, who is a shrew, I believe everyone can see it very clearly." ”

Mother Zhao was about to be angry, and her voice was like a whistle scolding.

Zhang Cuixiang immediately wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief: "When we were the second child, I was powerful, but at that time I was helpless, if I didn't get tough, you people would ......"

She glanced at the crowd.

"Sooner or later, we will be bullied to death, Yiming's mother, you still have the face to say that you are wronged, who has my grievances, tired and tired to pull the child up, and in the end I will be scolded by others, I might as well die." Lao Xu, my life is miserable, if you know that our mothers have lived so hard, how can you bear to leave so early......"

After some singing and fighting, Zhang Cuixiang wiped the corners of her eyes and sincerely suggested: "Yiming Mom, if your man dies early, you can still compare with me." Or are you looking forward to the early death of your man? ”