Following.

Yucheng No. 1 Middle School.

Senior 1st grade, Teacher's Office.

Qiao Yu stood in front of his desk, staring at the tea leaves floating on the table.

This tea is the Nanshan clouds and mist picked by the master, who got up in the morning and went up the mountain in the morning to pick the buds and leaves himself.

To taste this tea, you should use Xiaonanshan Mountain Spring to make tea and roast tea, only to know that the taste is mellow and beautiful, and the fragrance is clear.

Today, the tea is soaked in boiling water in a glass and has been drunk in a big sip like a cow.

Qiao Yu looked distressed.

"Old Zhou, we can't accept this person."

Director Wang put the tea leaves in the cup and picked up the two test papers on the desk.

"Look at it, I scored 120 points in the comprehensive exam, and I scored 20 points in the comprehensive exam, and I got worse in Chinese and mathematics."

"Director, give me face, our little six is a good seedling for learning."

The one who spoke was called Zhou Zhengrong.

He is in his forties, and he is very burly.

He is the backbone of the Qiao family.

A princeling veteran minister.

"Good seedlings?"

Director Wang looked at the scores on the test paper and sneered.

"Our No. 1 middle school, a provincial key famous school, has the highest admission rate every year, and it is all good seedlings."

"Not only do we have good seedlings, but we also have excellent teachers, special teachers, and grade groups to grasp a lot."

"If a bad student is brought in, it will not only lower the promotion rate, but also the annual teacher evaluation, do you want it?"

He stood up and patted Zhou Zhengrong on the shoulder.

"Lao Zhou, don't make it difficult for me, let the child find a technical school and learn a craft, which is better than anything else."

Technical?

Zhou Zhengrong's face darkened suddenly.

The prince of their family, four books, five classics and six arts, Wu Luo Wentao, where is the bad student?

But.

When he saw the bright red score on the scroll, his heart suddenly soured.

Times have changed.

The ancestral religion is different from what is learned in school.

The prince can come out this time.

Maybe that's a good thing, too.

He gritted his teeth and began to smile:

"Director, you can help, we have an old friendship."

"This kid is willing to put in the effort."

"Please bring it yourself, and if you have something to help in the future, you can always ask."

His attitude lowered and he bowed his back, this posture made his burly height a head shorter than the chubby Director Wang.

Qiao Yu looked at his broad back in a daze.

When I was little.

Go to Xiaonanshan to study with a teacher.

The mountain road is long and steep, and Uncle Zhou hunched his back like this, carrying her up the mountain every day.

One back for three years, rain or shine.

She frowned slightly, intercepting his plea.

"Uncle Zhou."

"Little Liu!"

Zhou Zhengrong turned around and scolded.

The Qiao family has rules, the elders are talking outside, where is there no reason for the juniors to interject.

The bell rang for the end of class.

Teachers walked in the office one after another.

Director Wang didn't have time to mess around with them.

He picked up the lesson plan and prepared to go to class.

"Director, think about it again."

Zhou Zhengrong was in a hurry and hurriedly grabbed him.

"Old Zhou! What do you mean? ”

Director Wang is on fire.

"I've said it all, friendship is friendship, rules are rules, our No. 1 Middle School is a key high school, not a technical school outside, anyone can stuff it in."

He pointed at Qiao Yu:

"This kind of student, to put it bluntly, can only be delayed, your parents can't teach well, and now you want to send it to our school, it's useless!"

"If it affects the admission rate of our school, can you be responsible or can I be responsible?"

His tone was righteous and unceremonious.

A lot of teachers looked this way.

But no one spoke.

Admission to a middle school is not something that can be entered by relationships.

How many parents come to plead, this kind of thing, they are not surprised.

Isn't the ending all gone?

They shook their heads, ready to bow their heads and prepare for class.

"Hey, why is this essay still written in classical Chinese?"