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Think back to what Fang Nan said just now.

Fang Nan's face was very serious, and he said to himself, see you next semester.

The 2011-2012 school year is coming to an end, and the 2012-2013 school year is about to begin.

At this time, he still didn't know that Fang Nan's saying of seeing you next semester actually had a different meaning.

24. Classification

The parent meeting was divided into two sessions, and Bi Ziyun happened to be placed in the second half.He took his mother to find a seat and sat down, waiting anxiously for Brother Hua to come in.

Su Lijuan carried her newly bought platinum bag, put her high-heeled shoes against the corner of the desk, pursed her mouth and said nothing.

The annual parent meeting is also the main venue for parents to socialize and socialize. They are also parents of students. If a child does not do well in the exam, the parents will feel ashamed.

She didn't have much hope for her kid's grades, but she still had to do enough to save face.Wearing a full set of name tags on her body, she entered the classroom of the third class, and as expected, she didn't see any parent who was more well-dressed than herself.

When the time came, Tang Runhua came in from the door with a thick pile of report cards.

"Hello, parents and students." He greeted everyone present, "I am Teacher Tang Runhua, the children's class teacher."

As soon as Tang Runhua stood still on the podium, all the conversations in the classroom stopped, and everyone's attention turned to the head teacher.

"Parents must have heard that from the first semester of the second year of high school, our third class will be divided into science classes. This also means that students who choose liberal arts in our class will be assigned to several other classes next semester. Go to liberal arts class."

"Next, I will send the report card to the parents, and then announce the list of students in our class who can enter the fast class of liberal arts and fast class of science. After the parents and students have confirmed that they are correct, I will ask everyone to fill out a report card. The form of intent to select essays and reasoning, you cannot repent after submitting the form, please make your decision carefully.”

After talking about the things to be explained, Tang Runhua passed the transcripts down from the first row.

Su Lijuan got the report card and searched for Bi Ziyun's name on it for a long time, and finally found it at the end of the second page.

"No. 49." Su Lijuan handed the report card to her son beside her. "Your class has more than 50 students. How did you get the test?"

"Oh." Bi Ziyun groaned guiltyly, took the report card and read it carefully.

Seeing the single subject scores on his report card, his heart suddenly became cold.

Chinese 139, Mathematics 80, English 140.

History 88, Politics 90, Geography 87, Physics 7

Bi Ziyun rubbed his eyes, it was indeed seven points, he was not mistaken.

Physics 7, Chemistry 13, Biology 22.

Fang Nan supplemented so many knowledge points for himself, but he still failed the exam.

After the grades were handed out, the atmosphere in the classroom was divided into two completely different categories, some were elated and laughed out loud, while others were dejected and silent.

Bi Ziyun obviously belongs to the latter.

After everyone confirmed the results, Tang Runhua said, "Have all the students checked correctly? Next, I will read the list of students in our class who can enter the fast class."

"The ones whose total scores have reached the fast class of science are Li Qiushi, Sui Yang, Wang Yihuai, and Ming Sihan."

"The ones whose total score has reached the express class of liberal arts are Lin Mingming, Gao Yi, and Bi Ziyun."

"Among them, Li Qiushi's grades have reached the fast-track line for arts and sciences at the same time. Everyone applauds and congratulates!"

There was a burst of applause in the classroom. The children who were admitted to the fast class were from other people's families, and the parents were really unhappy.

"Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun, did your head teacher just say your name?"

Su Lijuan's eyes widened in disbelief, and she grabbed the arm of her son beside her, "Is that you? Did I hear correctly?"

Bi Ziyun froze in place for a while, and tore the report card off the table amidst the applause.

He clearly failed in math, how could it be...

Bi Ziyun looked down along No.1, 108, 92, 98, 105...

The math scores of the whole class were much lower than usual. Even the math class representative scored 110 points.

Perhaps it was because the difficulty of the test paper was relatively high this time, and the math scores of the whole class were not ideal. His score of 80 could barely be counted as the middle grade.

Until the end of the parent meeting, Su Lijuan did not recover from the huge shock.

She knew her son didn't like to study, so she found a relationship and stuffed him into Gu Nan No. [-] Middle School in order to find a better learning environment for him, and she didn't expect him to study well.

Gu Nan is the focus of the province at any rate, and being able to come to study can be regarded as the best among his peers.Who would have thought that not only did his son not embarrass himself, but he was admitted to the top class in one go?

"Hey, hello, is it Second Aunt? Guess what, Xiaoyun—"

Su Lijuan sat in the driver's seat and started texting and calling various relatives and friends.

Looking at the ecstatic mother, Bi Ziyun secretly made a decision.

For some reason, the moment he heard Brother Hua say his name, Fang Nan's figure immediately appeared in his mind.

There are so many living beings, and he also has someone who wants to share his joy with him.

Su Lijuan had just hung up a call and was about to make another call when she heard her son in the passenger seat say, "Mom, lend me your cell phone and let me send you a text message."

Taking her mother's phone, Bi Ziyun rummaged through the call log for a long time, and finally found the number she dialed from the KTV the night before.

"I'm in the liberal arts fast class."

"Thank you for these two weeks."

Receiving number: unknown number

Recipient: (Stranger)

After the parent-teacher meeting in Class [-], Lao Cao returned to the office with a stack of completed interest forms.

He saw Fang Nan standing in front of his desk from a distance, and he was the one who asked Fang Nan to wait here.

The standard configuration of the parents' meeting is that one parent leads one student. Fang Nan's parents are not allowed to attend the parents' meeting. He can't let Fang Nan sit alone in the classroom and watch other students bring their parents. Together.

Fang Nan saw the homeroom teacher came back, and nodded slightly at Lao Cao: "Teacher Cao."

Lao Cao sat on the office chair and motioned for Fang Nan to sit down too: "Have you seen your final exam results?"

Fang Nan: "Yes, I see."

"You're not bad." Lao Cao took a sip of tea and patted Fang Nan on the shoulder, "Mathematics is so difficult this time, you gave me a score of 140, more than ten points higher than No.2."

"It's just luck." Fang Nan said.

Lao Cao shook his head with a smile, and found Fang Nan's report card from the drawer: "In terms of science scores, you are the first in the whole grade, and in terms of liberal arts, you are ranked fifth in the grade. How about it, think about it Have you selected the essays? If it weren't for the strong teachers in the fast class, I would really be reluctant to let you go."

He stared at Fang Nan in front of him for a while, and then said: "Yesterday, the final seminar was held in the grade, and Director Tian even mentioned a few words about you."

"Science, you have always been the first in your grade, and you have never been down. The grade means that you are a very rare and good seedling, and I want to train you in the direction of competition. Every summer, our school will select a group of people. Go to the competition summer camp of mathematics, physics and chemistry, if you can come back with a national award, not only will you have a high bonus, but you can also get the independent enrollment quota of P University and Q University in advance."

"Compared to science, your liberal arts is a little less stable, but you are also the best in the grade. So I told Director Tian that we, as teachers, should not interfere with the students' decisions casually. It depends on what you want to choose, we all I respect your opinion."

"I haven't decided yet." Fang Nan bowed his head and thought for a while, then said.

Lao Cao nodded his head to express his understanding, and handed Fang Nan a form of interest in sub-subjects: "Then you go back and think about it for a few days, and you can just send it to my house when you have made up your mind."

Fang Nan took the form from Lao Cao and stood up from the chair: "Thank you, Mr. Cao, then I will go first."

He stuffed the form into his schoolbag, said goodbye to Lao Cao, then turned and left the office.

As soon as he walked to the door of the teaching building, the phone in Fang Nan's trouser pocket vibrated a few times, indicating that there was a new text message.

He took out his phone and saw a text message box pop up on the screen, the sender was "Bi Ziyun's mother".

"I'm in the liberal arts fast class."

"Thank you for these two weeks."

When Fang Nan was 16 years old, it was a disaster.

The father was imprisoned, the mother was on the verge of collapse, and the originally wealthy and happy family of three became torn apart in an instant.

He became a walking dead who can only use his brain, aimlessly going back and forth to school, dormitory and part-time shop every day.Shouting at the basketball game, fierce and tense verbal disputes at the debate, and ice cream bubbling in the freezer of the small shop in midsummer have all become distant existences that are beyond reach.

He stumbled forward amidst the confusion, but accidentally encountered a cloud.

The clouds in the sky could not wave away all the haze, but they gently opened a gap in the boundless darkness, allowing the sunlight to shine in along that gap.

"It's better for you to choose science. It's easy to find a job after science. If you study well, you can do scientific research, be a university teacher or something. Those things in liberal arts are too rigid..."

He still vividly remembers every word Fang Guangliang said when he visited the prison that day.

Growing up, my father was my only benchmark.Later, the building was about to fall, and the pole that had been standing upright in front also fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

Now there is no one around him, no more nagging from his parents, only he is alone, responsible for all his choices.

Fang Nan stared at the few short lines in the text message, stopped at the corner of the stairs, and stood still.

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