Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 1141 Volunteer (Part ) - Same

When a gentle knock sounded at the front door of the Chinese language group office, the head teacher who taught Chinese was looking at the information on the desk in front of him with a thoughtful expression, looking at the ones on the left for a while, and then for a while. Look at the one on the right, wondering what he is thinking about.

Hearing the sound, he looked up and was stunned for two seconds, then hurriedly waved to Xu Ting's mother and father, motioning them to come over.

Xu Ting's parents looked at each other and said, "We've found the right person" and walked straight to the southeast corner of the office.

Before they were even halfway there, they saw the young, elegant head teacher with short hair, wearing a blue shirt and glasses, stood up, and the couple paused. Did they see it wrong just now? Are you going to let them go out and talk?

The next second, he saw the head teacher quickly pulling two chairs from the right and placing them in front of his desk.

It's so cultured. The couple looked at each other and hurriedly walked over without waiting for the gentle class teacher to signal again. Xu Ting's father was about to speak when he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten the name of the class teacher? !

Seeing his smiling face without speaking, Xu Ting's mother couldn't help but twist his waist behind her.

speak?

Xu Ting's father turned his head and saw his wife's slightly reproachful eyes. The smile on his face settled, and he curled his lips in embarrassment and hinted: I forgot the name of the class teacher.

What's wrong? Convulsions? Xu Ting's mother glanced at the opening of her house in confusion. You know that he is always useless and you have to rely on yourself at critical moments.

"Teacher, I heard that you are in a hurry to find us. Did Xu Ting cause any trouble?"

"I have something to do, come on, come on, don't stand, let's sit down and chat." The young head teacher pointed to the two chairs in front of him enthusiastically, "Sit down, sit down, you guys got here really fast."

Xu Tingma:......

Fast? That's not the case, she didn't even waste any time, she just rode on Lao Wang's car next door and rode over like flying.

It's May now, and there is still one and a half months before the high school entrance examination. Although the work in the fields is also important, the most important thing is that my son goes to school.

What happened? Xu Ting's mother pulled up the chair at her feet and sat down. She looked at the class teacher with a smile on her face and thought to herself, maybe it's not about the entrance to the high school entrance examination, right?

"Da, oh, what happened to Xu Ting?" Xu Ting's dad pulled up the chair and sat down, and asked hurriedly, "Did you get into a fight with a classmate?"

fight? What kind of person is your son? Hearing this, Xu Ting's mother couldn't help but glare at the people around her. Even his own son couldn't fight! I deserve it! I don't have any idea at all.

"Huh? That's not true," the head teacher waved his hand, "Xu Ting is not that kind of student."

"That's good," Xu Ting's father smiled and rubbed his hands on his knees, "I don't worry if it's not a fight."

Without exception, Xu Tingma glared at the people around her. She knew him too well. When she was excited, she couldn't say anything to the point. It was up to her to do the talking.

"Teacher, why are you so anxious to see us today?"

"Because of this," the class teacher fiddled with the information spread out in front of him, "About the application for the high school entrance examination." "What a coincidence." Xu Ting's father slapped his thigh, "Yesterday, I was thinking about it with my mother, preparing Let’s see if you have time tomorrow and let’s come over and have a chat. It’s such a coincidence and such a good connection, right?”

When the person next to her looked like she was in a silly mood that was similar to that of the class teacher, Xu Ting's mother couldn't help but sigh in her heart. If she had known this, she might as well have come here by herself. This guy is starting to be embarrassed again.

Xu Ting's mother reacted in the next second and asked hurriedly: "Teacher, is there something wrong with Xu Ting's volunteer form?"

"There is indeed something wrong." The head teacher pushed the information spread out in front of him to the table. "I have two questions. First, have you discussed the wishes filled in on this application form?"

The couple hurriedly put their heads around to see: Yunling Middle School, their first choice; Yunling Middle School, their second choice; Yunling Middle School, their third choice? ! !

what's the situation? ? ?

The couple looked at each other, right? He looked down at the volunteer form in front of him again, and his son's name was clearly written on it.

Xu Ting's mother began to feel upset. Could it be that the child was confused because of the hot weather? Actually all three choices are for Yunling Middle School? Who gave him so much confidence? Or is this kid starting to give up on himself? Do you think your grades are enough to pass the vocational high school? Just write nonsense? !

Isn't it? She never puts pressure on her children.

The child's grades have been very stable since elementary school, with scores of 70 or 80. There are 40 to 50 children in the class, and he is always ranked between 30 and 40. It doesn't matter, he is a boy, and it is nothing for a primary school student to have poor grades. Sure enough, when I was promoted to junior high school, I went to junior high school smoothly, and my grades improved, and I was among the top ten in my graduating class.

In junior high school, there was no distinction between fast and slow classes in the first and second grades, and my son’s grades were as stable as ever. There were forty-six children in the class, and from the first grade to the second grade, they were steadily ranked between 30 and 30. Among the nine, there are six classes in the school, and he cannot be found among the top two hundred.

Looking at her son's unremarkable grades and thinking about his father's family of three brothers and sisters, she felt relieved. It would be best if he could go to high school and then go to college. It would be best if he had a decent job in the future. If you really can’t go to high school, you can go to a vocational high school. Perhaps she had been lucky that her son was the one who usually had average grades but was a dark horse in the college entrance examination? Isn't that what Xiaoshengchu means?

What's more, she found that her son never relaxed in his studies. Of course, he never studied as hard as Wang Jing of the old Wang family next door: getting up at dawn and reciting words in front of the pond in the south. After the sun came up, he would sit at the door of the courtyard to read Chinese and eat. After dinner, I went back to the house to write math. In the afternoon, I started memorizing history, geography, biology, and politics. When the sun went down, I started doing physics again...

It's like this every day, it's like this during winter vacation, it's like this during summer vacation, it's like this every year. Naturally, she is envious of such a well-behaved, sensible, and good-reading child. Children who can read have good grades since childhood. They were class monitors in elementary school, first grade, second grade, and now third grade. I heard that they are... Still, I have participated in so many competitions that I can’t even put the certificates on the wall.

So much so that Mr. and Mrs. Wang walked with great energy every day, and they were not tired from working. They talked non-stop all day long, saying that the mock exam was about to take place, and that they were about to fill out their application forms. The current college entrance examination in the city was silent. However, Yun No. 1 Middle School, which belongs to Yunling County, cannot pass the exam. We can only look at the provincial key Linnuo Middle School, Qingya Middle School, and Yunling Middle School...

As she listened, she began to curse in her heart. She was so embarrassed that she thought about it for a second. Who allowed Lao Wang to have a son who was admitted to Lingnuo Middle School, and now he has a daughter who has been the monitor of the squad? Fortunately, the youngest son of Lao Wang's family is now in the third grade. He is still very naughty even if he is not the monitor!

She originally thought that the children in Lao Wang's family were all good at studying, but she didn't expect that it remains to be seen.

Listening to Lao Wang's talk, she learned about a few key high schools and two or three general high schools, but it didn't seem to have much to do with her family. She originally wanted to ask Lao Wang if he knew about the vocational high school, but after thinking about it, she decided not to ask, so as not to see Lao Wang's little look.

Envy is envy, belly slander is slander, but you still have to live your life.

But, what does your son mean now? All three applications were filled in the same way? What's the cramp?

(End of this chapter)