A great director who grew up happily

"That's what you reminded me before, and I really let you guess it. It's just an emoticon, such a trivial matter, but you got angry at home and made a big deal out of it." Ji Yangyang sat on the sofa and said with an unhappy face.

"I'm not surprised. Did someone talk to him?" Chen Jinnian asked.

"Tsk, I don't know, and I didn't ask. He just ordered me to write a self-criticism and hand it in." Ji Yangyang took a sip of water, then slammed the bottle on the table.

"Brother, please be gentle." Chen Jinnian looked at his own coffee table with a painful expression.

But Ji Yangyang didn't seem to listen and continued excitedly, "What's even more outrageous is that he wants to call the principal, teachers, and Fang Yifan's parents to hold a meeting to listen to our self-criticism. Is he sick or has nothing to do?"

"What about Fang Yifan? Wasn't it him who caused the mess?"

"Don't mention him. He makes me angry. He was the first to start the fight at the beginning of the school year. He was the first to break the rules in basketball. And he also sent out this emoticon package. And yet, I still have to write a self-criticism."

After saying these words, Ji Yangyang sat there sulking.

Seeing this, Chen Jinnian called Wang Yidi, who was watching the show on the side, back to the bedroom to do some homework. It seemed that she had not done many homework in the past two days, but had eaten a lot of melons.

After coming out, Chen Jinnian finally spoke: "Okay, I know everything. So what exactly do you want to do by coming to see me? Just tell me. There's nothing to hide. I don't even want to say it over the phone."

"Please write a self-criticism for me." Ji Yangyang said vaguely.

"No." He refused flatly.

"Five go-kart tickets."

"Ten!"

"make a deal."

"Huh?" Chen Jinnian was stunned for a moment. Ji Yangyang agreed so readily that he had a feeling that he had lost money on this deal. If he had known earlier, he would have said twenty tickets.

But once I agreed, I couldn't go back on my word, so I sighed resignedly and said, "When do you want it? How many words do you need?"

"It has to be submitted tomorrow morning." Ji Yangyang looked up and said, "As for the word count, just write as much as you like. Li Meng always asked you to write in the past, so just write as much as you like this time."

"What do you mean by let me watch? I have never written a self-criticism. Don't slander my innocence out of thin air." He retorted quickly.

Chen Jinnian has indeed written many self-criticisms in the past two years, but they were all handed over to Li Meng privately, and no one else should know about it.

"Huang Zhitao told me. She said she found a lot of self-criticisms written by you in the class teacher's drawer." Ji Yangyang directly exposed his lie.

"Okay, Ji Yangyang." Chen Jinnian picked up the bottle of water on the table, weighed it with his hands, and said in a bad tone, "So there's someone behind this. I was wondering how you, with your stubborn mind, could come up with the idea of ​​hiring someone to write a self-criticism."

He propped the bottle against Ji Yangyang's shoulder and continued, "So the strategist's surname is Huang. When I go to school tomorrow, I'll tell the homeroom teacher right away that the class representative's hands are not clean."

"Get out of the way. Whose hands are dirty?" Ji Yangyang was a little angry and embarrassed.

Chen Jinnian looked at the other party's reaction, chuckled, and said, "You can tell me to shut up, but tell me where my game console is."

"Where is your game console? How would I know?" When Ji Yangyang said this, his eyes were a little evasive, and he saw all of this.

"How could you not know? If you hadn't taken it, how could my game console still run on its own? Tell me quickly." Chen Jinnian pressed.

"Okay, Qiao Yingzi took your game console away. She said she would return it to you after playing with it for a few days, and she also asked us to keep it secret for the time being." Ji Yangyang had no choice but to sell Qiao Yingzi.

His relationship with Qiao Yingzi was ordinary, and he only agreed to keep the secret for Huang Zhitao's sake.

"What kind of evil thing does she have? If she wants to try it, she can ask me for help. Although I may not lend it to her, she can try it."

After hearing what he said, Ji Yangyang felt that Chen Jinnian was really despicable. No wonder Qiao Yingzi chose to take it without telling him. So this is what happened.

Then, Chen Jinnian pulled Ji Yangyang up from the sofa and pushed him out the door.

"Okay, now that we've finished talking about all this nonsense, you should get out of here right away. Don't disturb the world of two people between Yidi and me."

When Ji Yangyang was pushed out of the door, he gave him a middle finger to express his praise for Chen Jinnian.

Fang Yifan also needs to reflect on himself.

Because of Qiao Yingzi's incident yesterday, Ji Shengli didn't feel comfortable bringing up the matter. He talked to Fang Yuan this afternoon and proposed a solution.

Both children need to write a self-criticism and have the principal witness it. The school also keeps a file of it so that there will be evidence in the future.

Fang Yuan also graduated from the School of Political Science and Law, so he was naturally sensitive to such matters. After seeing Ji Shengli off, he quickly called and called Fang Yifan back from the library.

"Dad, what do you want to talk to me about? The midterm exam is coming soon. Don't delay our review."

Fang Yuan put on a stern face and handed him the phone: "Here, take a look at this, did you make this emoticon package?"

Fang Yifan glanced at it and immediately panicked, covering it up by saying, "It was just a joke."

"Are you kidding?" Fang Yuan's tone became more serious. He pointed at the picture excitedly and shouted, "Do you know how much trouble you have caused? Do you know how much trouble you have caused others?"

Seeing that Fang Yuan was really angry, Tong Wenjie quickly intervened and asked Fang Yifan to sit down and explain things carefully.

Fang Yifan recounted the entire incident, including the matter of Lei'er's cell phone, and emphasized that the phone contained voice messages and photos of his deceased aunt.

Lin Lei'er also stood aside, a little reserved, and added a little about what happened. However, unlike Fang Yifan's subjective explanation, his statement was more objective.

He even told Fang Yifan about the fact that Chen Jinnian called to remind him to withdraw the emoticons. Fang Yifan was so scared that he quickly gestured to Lin Lei'er to shut up.

"Just be quiet for a moment." Fang Yuan turned around and warned Yifan, then asked in a gentle tone, "Are you saying that Jinnian noticed the problem at that time?"

"Yeah, my cousin was with me at the time, so I heard it too. Chen Jinnian said my cousin was stupid and that because of your relationship with Uncle Ji, my cousin was just asking for a beating."

After Lin Lei'er finished speaking, Fang Yifan's face turned green.

Tong Wenjie's temper was instantly ignited. She poked his head with a finger, "Fang Yifan, it's okay if you're not sensible. But how come someone reminded you and you didn't change? You really don't have a brain."

"I thought he had a good relationship with Ji Yangyang, so I thought he was trying to scare me."

"You don't deserve to be scared," Tong Wenjie scolded, then grabbed his ear and walked towards the bedroom. "As an outsider, I know I have to solve the problem first, paying for the phone and helping to recover the data. But you, as my brother, only know how to make trouble. I'm going to give you a good beating today to teach you a lesson."

Fang Yuan, who was originally very angry, shouted worriedly, "Wife, just show your respect, don't be too harsh."

"Shut up!" Tong Wenjie shouted.

Then there was the sound of a door slamming shut, shaking the whole house.

Fang Yuan stood outside the door, looking extremely anxious, praying in his heart that the child would not be hurt. If the child was hurt, he would have to write a self-criticism on his behalf.

"Ouch." A painful wail came from the bedroom.

When Fang Yuan heard the noise, his heart finally settled down.

I couldn't help but sigh: "I can't avoid what's coming."