A great director who grew up happily

When the music started, Chen Jinnian ran over carrying a flag and a sign, and quickly gave instructions, "Hurry, hurry, stand in formation, we're following behind Class 2."

"Yidi, stop looking in the mirror and come over here and hold up the sign."

"Oh, I see." Wang Yidi came over from behind and took the guide sign for Class 3 of Grade 3.

For large-scale school activities like this, the format is almost unified across the country. Each class forms a square formation, and the prettiest girl in the class holds a sign in front of the square and shouts slogans as she passes the rostrum.

After they finished doing all this, they just stood there stupidly in the sun to act as the atmosphere and cheer for everyone.

After the teacher representative finished speaking, applause was given;

When the principal and secretary finished speaking, they applauded;

After the parent representative finished speaking, applause was given;

After the student representative finished speaking, there was applause;

Be a wooden emotional clapping machine.

Chen Jinnian stood in the first row of the queue, holding the class flag boredly, just hoping that it would end soon.

On the rostrum, the principal spoke briefly for ten minutes without stopping. Chen Jinnian was surprised that these two sentences were so long.

Also, who wrote the principal's crappy manuscript? It's so long and boring, and forcedly sentimental. Why does it feel like it's written in the style of Teacher Pan Shuai?

Chen Jinnian was complaining wildly in his heart.

Another hour passed before all the speeches were finally concluded.

Chen Jinnian didn't know about the others, but when Huang Zhitao finished his speech, he was almost asleep.

"Hey, Jinnian, what are you doing? Go and get the balloons." Wang Yidi patted his arm and said.

"Ah, ah, it's done." Chen Jinnian looked around and found that everyone had dispersed. He rubbed his eyes and said, "Let's go. I'm exhausted."

"It's only been a short time and you're already complaining of being tired. I'm much more tired when I practice dancing," said Wang Yidi.

"I'm not physically tired, I'm mentally tired. As soon as the principal opens his mouth, I feel sleepy. Recording his speech can help me with my insomnia."

Chen Jinnian felt that the principal was a congenital hypnotic saint with a built-in sleep-aiding buff.

After receiving the balloon.

Chen Jinnian and Wang Yidi were whispering about what to write on the balloons, while Fang Yifan was inviting Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao to see a movie.

However, Huang Zhitao was a little hesitant because Ji Yangyang was also there and she didn't want Ji Yangyang to misunderstand her, so she asked, "Ji Yangyang, are you going to see it?"

Ji Yangyang is a little angry now. His father, the district chief, has been sitting on the podium all the time. Even at the school, he is still acting like a leader.

"No, I want to go to the race..."

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Chen Jinnian punching him, "Ji Yangyang, of course he's going. Why not, right, huh?"

Only then did Ji Yangyang react, but he didn't say anything, which was considered as his agreement.

But Fang Yifan was unwilling again. What's the big deal? I invited the goddess to watch a movie, and you kid followed me. "No, I didn't buy his ticket."

"Count it in on me, Yidi, we'll go too later." Chen Jinnian said.

"Ah, my mother might not agree." Wang Yidi said in a dilemma. She also wanted to go, but her mother was too clingy.

"It's okay, I'll go and talk to him later. It's okay with so many people going together." Chen Jinnian said.

The parents in the stands also came down to the playground to look for their children.

During this process, Chen Ming unexpectedly ran into Qiao Weidong, "Hey, Lao Qiao, you're here today too?"

Before Qiao Weidong could say anything, Song Qian, who was standing beside him with a cold face, said sarcastically, "It's you. You haven't cared about the child for so many years, and you had to follow me here today."

"Why are you begging for mercy? Yingzi is my daughter. Can't I, as her father, come over?" Qiao Weidong said with an unhappy look on his face.

"Oh, you still know that you are a father. Have you taken care of your children for so many years? Now they are in the third year of high school, and you come to pick peaches, bah." Song Qian spat fiercely.

"Don't be angry, don't quarrel. We can't quarrel today." Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel on the playground, Chen Ming and Su Ying hurriedly persuaded them.

Fang Yuan and Tong Wenjie happened to come over and hurried to try to stop the fight when they saw that something was wrong.

Finally, the three fathers went to one side and the three mothers went to the other side.

"Hey, hello, I think we've met before. I'm Fang Yifan's father from Class 3. I sat behind you at the last parent-teacher meeting." The more Fang Yuan looked at Chen Ming, the more familiar he looked, so he asked.

"Yes, yes, I am Chen Jinnian's father, and my son is also in Class 3." Chen Ming didn't recognize Fang Yuan, but he quickly agreed.

"So you two have met before? That's a coincidence," Qiao Weidong said with some surprise. "Let me introduce you. This is my good friend, Fang Yuan. And this one is my high school classmate. We're doing business together now, Chen Ming."

"Oh, it's amazing. The circle in Beijing is so small. We are all acquaintances, haha." Fang Yuan said.

Chen Ming also chatted for a while, but he was still thinking about his son, "Did you see where they went? Why can't I find them?"

"I just saw Class 3 disbanding to get balloons." Fang Yuan stood on tiptoe and looked over. Seeing several students holding a lot of balloons, he said, "Isn't that them? Look, it's them."

"Yes, yes, I saw my son."

They quickly waved and called their children over.

After coming over, Chen Jinnian said directly, "You're all here. It's just right. We got a lot of balloons, one for each person. Let's write our wishes quickly."

The three families also gathered around their children and began to write down their wishes.

Chen Jinnian picked up his pen and wrote down his wish, "I am the king of the world."

Mother Su Ying took a sneak peek and said, "Son, are you okay? What kind of wish is this? Are you planning to rule the world?"

"Hey, you don't understand this, right? This is Leonardo DiCaprio's classic line on the Titanic. It was also the winning line that Cameron shouted out on the Oscar podium in 98," Chen Jinnian explained.

As a director, if you can achieve the status of King of Cards, you will have no regrets in your life.

This is certainly his wish.

"Mom, what did you write?"

Chen Jinnian leaned over to take a look, but his mother quickly covered her mouth, blocking it tightly from him.

Dad Chen Ming was still struggling with what to write. If he wrote that he was admitted to Peking University or Tsinghua University, he would probably be criticized by the mother and son again.

As for the rest, he didn't know what to write. After thinking about it, he finally wrote: "Box office hit". He felt that this was what his son wanted.

Just as he finished writing, there was a loud bang, which scared him.

Everyone looked over quickly and saw Qiao Yingzi standing there with a wronged look on her face, the hydrogen balloon in her hand had exploded into pieces.

Qiao Yingzi didn't understand why her dream of space travel was not respected at all. Her mother only cared about whether she could get 700 points in the exam and whether she could be admitted to Peking University or Tsinghua University.

Feeling extremely aggrieved, she ran away with tears in her eyes. Seeing this, Fang Yifan immediately followed her.