Lao Tzu is good to him

In fact, Qin Sinian remembered this mighty person before.

But he knew that Bai Xunguang probably didn't recognize him.After all, I have been trying to find ways to reduce my sense of existence here.

He still remembers that it was at the opening ceremony when he just entered school, and he delivered a speech as a student representative.Halfway through the speech, the door of the auditorium was suddenly pushed open.

The headmaster in a suit and leather shoes took a boy by the back of his neck and slipped him in.

The crowd was in an uproar.

The scene was actually a bit joyful, but due to the serious face of the principal, no one dared to laugh.

When he passed the podium, the boy who was being escorted up made a grimace at him, which startled him.

When he finished his speech and returned to his seat, he heard the students around him talking about the person just now.

So he knew that the man was Bai Xunguang, the principal's nephew.

The reason why it came out like that was because Bai Xunguang was late early in the morning and quarreled with the teacher, making him cry.

He knew that he had caused trouble and wanted to avoid the limelight.As a result, he was not very lucky. When he ran to the school gate, he happened to meet the principal who had finished the meeting, so he was arrested and came back.

At that time, I saw the boy with his head up and his chest smiling after being scolded through layers of crowds. He looked like he knew he was wrong but dared to do it next time.

What did you think at that time?

Are you a little envious of his background?Or do you envy him that he can live as he pleases?

But now... oh!He will walk around this person in the future.

When I returned to the classroom, the fourth class just started.

He returned to his seat and borrowed a baby warmer from the girl in the front row.The two of them are the only two recruits in this class, and they feel a little sympathetic to each other as their own.

Qin Sinian stuck Nuan Baobao to his stomach while reading classical Chinese.

He felt that no matter what he had to survive the few days before the final exam, as long as he could do well in the exam, his parents would be happy to come back early to attend the parent meeting after taking leave.

At noon, the sky gradually became cloudy, and snowflakes began to fall in the afternoon, and a thin layer of falling white piled up on the ground in no time.

The English teacher directly changed the afternoon running exercises into an in-class vocabulary test. The whole class complained incessantly, and his stomach began to hurt again amidst the sound of reciting ABCD.

white!follow!Light!

He viciously called the name several times in his heart, his head hurting from anger.

The person Qin Sinian was talking about was taken away to the director's office.

The cronies and friends were sent back to the nest. The director knew very well the principle of capturing the thief first, and because of his status, he began to persuade him with kind words.

"Student Bai, you have been in class for almost half a year, and you haven't taken the quiz yet. Even if you are not in a hurry to graduate, you only have two years left. Now is the time to lay the foundation for class, why not?" Can you not do homework? This study, the foundation is very important. If you don’t study hard now, you will not be able to keep up with the progress in the next stage. Then when everyone else is reviewing and preparing for the graduation exam, don’t you have to start from scratch? The teacher knows that you are not stupid, so why can't you put your mind on your studies? You are a student now, and your task is to study hard. No matter what job you want to do in the future, you will need the knowledge you have learned now..."

Bai Xunguang couldn't help but yawned, "My mother said, as long as I'm happy, teacher, don't worry about it."

The director refused to give up, and continued to persuade him.

Bai Xunguang didn't get enough sleep this morning, he was sleepy to death.The director's whispering in his ear was more like hypnosis, which made him just want to go back to catch up on sleep now.

He was full of learning and learning, and interrupted him impatiently, "Okay teacher, I know what you said, then I'll go back to class first."

"You! Well——OK, let's go back. Remember to make up your homework!"

"Know it..."

Hearing the loudness of the sound, the director estimated that the person had already jumped up the stairs.

He shook his head, packed up the materials, and prepared to record and report this week's situation.

Because the snow was falling more and more heavily, except for those students who were about to graduate and had to stay and study by themselves, everyone left school an hour earlier than usual.

When Qin Sinian returned home, he couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone and call his parents.

It may be busy over there, so it took more than a dozen rings before picking up.

"Hello?" Qin Sinian sat on the edge of the bed shaking his legs, pinching his fingers a little nervously.

"Hey, son."

"Dad, when are you coming back this year?"

"Well... this is not certain, what's the matter? The money is still enough."

"It's enough money." Qin Sinian heard the roar of the machine from the other end of the phone, and said hesitantly, "Dad, I will have a parent-teacher meeting next week, can you and Mom come back..."

"Next week's parent meeting..." Father Qin repeated it twice, and said, "Isn't it the Chinese New Year, it's getting busier and busier, every year, look..."

"...I see."

As soon as Qin Sinian heard him call his nickname, he knew it was useless, and felt a sense of grievance in his heart. He didn't want to continue listening, so he hung up the phone and threw the phone aside.

He curled up on the bed, his forearm pressing hard on his eyes.

After a while, a water mark ran across the side of his face.

Don't obedient children have candy?He is so good, why not?

always like this.

They always do.

Is the work of those two days more important than your own children?

After lying on the ground for a while, he reached for his phone and sent a message: the phone just ran out of battery.

This reason was extremely clumsy, he wished his parents would call again, even if it was to accuse him of being ignorant.

But they still didn't say anything.

He had had enough of the sound of breathing at home all year round.