(28) Is it scary for me to enroll in a make-up class?

After we reached the second year of junior high school, all the parents and teachers kept repeating in our ears how important the second stage of junior high school is to us, how much study during this period will affect our future lives, and so on, and then constantly urged us to study, banned all our extracurricular activities, and paid special attention to whether we were in early love. Many parents confiscated their children's mobile phones for fear that this thing would have an impact on their children's learning, and even more, because they were worried that their children would not be able to keep up, they enrolled them in a lot of extracurricular cram schools, which occupied almost all of their spare time.

In such an environment, Fu's mother began to apply for cram school for Fu Chengwen, but my parents still didn't force me to do anything I didn't like. They didn't confiscate my phone, they didn't sign me up for any cram school, and they didn't care if I read martial arts novels, which made me a little worried about whether the two of them had given up on me.

In order to verify my idea, I took the initiative to tell my mother that I wanted to go to cram school with Fu Chengwen. As a result, my mom didn't say anything at the time, and my dad came to talk to me in the evening.

"Son, have you been under too much pressure lately? Dad told you, don't have too much pressure, your mother and I don't have the idea of how good you have to be in the exam, you just need to do your best. ”

"But Dad, I don't know if I'm doing my best."

My dad said it calmly and easily, but after he finished speaking, I suddenly became worried and couldn't help complaining. After hearing what I said, my dad realized the problem, thought about it and thought about it, and then said to me earnestly:

"Try your best, it's easy to say, it's very difficult to say. But in any case, it has to do with your purpose and sense of responsibility. Let's take your study as an analogy, we think that you do your best, because you listen carefully in class, and complete the tasks assigned by the teacher on time, as long as this is the case, we don't mind what you do in the exam. What about yourself? How do you do your best, you think? ”

"I didn't think about it, I just thought that I would just do a good job of the task assigned to me by the teacher and you, and then find Fu Chengwen to accompany me to sharpen my gun before the exam, and then I can't control what the test will be, just forget it......"

I muttered quietly, for fear that I would be scolded for telling my dad out loud. As a result, my dad not only didn't scold me, but also laughed and said to me:

"Oh, this is really your mother's own daughter, do you know why your mother doesn't want to be a teacher?"

Seriously, I've thought about this question for a long time before. Because compared to my mother's current job, the profession of teacher not only sounds noble, but also certainly much easier than her now, and she can also take vacations with students during winter and summer vacations. What a career, but my mother didn't even want to go to school, and ended up wasting her teaching certificate.

I really couldn't figure out why, so I shook my head at my dad. My dad laughed again and explained to me:

It was because she felt that the teacher's responsibility was to teach and educate people, and it would affect the child's life, and this responsibility was too arduous for a person like her who did not like to be responsible, so she gave up. You are now, just like your mother, you really responded to their words, you just don't learn from the good, and you don't fall into the bad one. ”

"Dad, you're ......"

"Okay, your mother and I don't force you, you can do it yourself. If you really want to learn, you can go, but if you go, you have to learn well, don't learn worse and worse when the time comes, otherwise I won't stop you when your mother beats you. ”

With that, my dad got up and prepared to leave. But when he reached the door, he turned again, and said to me in a pretended deep voice:

"A lot of things are discovered by yourself, your mother and I try to be a good example for you, you have to be serious, rely on yourself to observe, to learn."

The voice fell, followed by the sound of the door closing. I glared angrily at my door and slammed my homework on the table with a lot of force to vent my frustration.

Pretending to be deep, really, this is not an excuse for the two of them to be too lazy to care about me and know that they are going to play!

Hmph, I don't care about it, I can't take care of myself.

I'm going to book this extracurricular class!

The next morning, I repeated my thoughts to my mom before going to school, and my mom said "got it" and went back to her makeup to keep myself from being late. I didn't say anything more to her, I grabbed two pieces of bread, took a glass of milk and went out of the house.

The bread slice was snatched away by Fu Chengwen as usual, and I didn't bother to bother with him. After I finished drinking the milk, I started talking to him about enrolling in extracurricular classes.

Fu Chengwen didn't expect that I would take the initiative to ask for study, and I was almost choked by my own saliva to spit out the sliced bread I had just eaten. After finally settling down, he asked me with a coughing face, his eyes widened:

"Do you feel any pain?"

"No, what's wrong?"

I looked at Fu Chengwen blankly, and wiped my face by the way, thinking that he would ask me this because of something dirty on my face. What I didn't expect was that it wasn't me, but him.

"You hit your brain when you go out, otherwise how could you want to go to any extracurricular class."

"Fu Chengwen! If you don't beat you for three days, you'll go to the house again to uncover the tiles, right, I just want to take a make-up class, what's wrong! ”

I showed no mercy, grabbed the collar of his school uniform with my left hand, and picked up the bottle of milk in my hand with my right hand to smash it into his head. However, Fu Chengwen's hands and feet are much more flexible than mine, and before my threatening posture was set, he snatched the bottle from my hand, and screwed my hand behind me by the way.

"This three-legged cat's kung fu still wants to fight with me, go back and learn more from my dad, you haven't practiced martial arts for a long time, and my dad is worried that no one will fight with him."

"Then you can't blame me, who made me a scumbag. Oh, don't divert the topic, I must sign up for the make-up class with you, what do you say you are learning? ”

"If you tell your mother about this, you'll know what the two of us are learning at night, so you don't need to worry about it now."

"Can you let go of your old man's hands now?"

"Next time, remember it longer, don't do it when you know you can't beat it, otherwise who cares about you when you are beaten."

After Fu Chengwen finished speaking, he let go of me, and helped me rub my shoulders and wrists by the way. I didn't care about my own arm, and after hearing him say this, I began to wonder what class my mother and Fu's mother would both sign up for us.

Physics must be learned, and it would have been better if our teacher had given us make-up lessons in person.

Her eyes look best when she laughs!