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After school was over in the afternoon, the weather was calm. After Tang Xin passed the exam, except for Qiu Qiang who couldn't stand Qiu Qiang calling him senior brother and his creepy smile, he spent the rest of the time listening to lectures and thinking.

Is there any way to improve performance once and for all?

After school in the afternoon, Tang Xin, Sun Dao, and Cheng Mu, who were carrying schoolbags at the school gate, chatted and chatted. After a while, Ye Qiu, who was late, came out, and Tang Xin greeted him anxiously.

"Have the papers been approved? Did I pass?"

Ye Qiu looked Tang Xin up and down with wide eyes, making Tang Xin feel anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

"You are 89, Sun Dao is 43."

The class monitor and English class representative is easy to use. It's a piece of cake to sneak in and out of the office to check the grades.

Tang Xin breathed a sigh of relief, and Sun Dao cursed secretly, and then began to talk to himself in a bad mood.

He could bear that Tang Xin scored higher than him in the test, but his score was twice as low as Tang Xin, which was a bit abnormal!

"Tang Xin, to be honest, have you cheated?"

Sun Dao put his arms around his neck and began to question him.

"You sit next to me, if I cheat, won't you know?"

Tang Xin shook off his arm, then hummed a song and walked towards home quickly.

The sun sank to the west, and the afterglow was brilliant. Tang Xin felt very comfortable watching the dusk scenery.

The three people behind him looked at Tang Xin with a look of joy as if he was in a trance, Ye Qiu with doubts on his face, Cheng Mu's crescent-like eye sockets were very sweet, and Sun Dao was a little depressed: This day is too bad!

Stepping briskly back to the community, after saying goodbye to the other three, Tang Xin still hummed a song and walked up the stairs, came to the house, took out the key to open the door, entered the house, dropped his schoolbag and bent over to change his shoes, just changed his slippers Picking up his schoolbag and wanting to go back to his own room, he casually glanced at the living room, Tang Xin's eyes froze, and he leaned back against the wall as if hit by a bolt from the blue.

On the coffee table in the living room, there were several dishes. Tang Bin and Xie Wanling couldn't describe them with kind expressions. They were a bit flattering?

The parents smiled and stared at Tang Xin. Before Tang Xin came back to ask, Xie Wanling pointed to the dishes on the tea table and said with joy, "Son, are you hungry? Look, your favorite The steamed dumplings at Juxiang Pavilion, the grilled squid on Bei'an Road, the salt and pepper shrimp at Yuecuilou, the squirrel fish cooked by my mother, plus a few side dishes, come and eat, it won't be good if it gets cold .”

Tang Bin also took out an exquisite mobile phone packaging box, and said with a smile: "Son, haven't you always wanted a mobile phone? Look, do you like it? If you don't like it, you can exchange it for something you like."

Facing the performance of the two couples, Tang Xin raised his hand in flattery, shook his hand and said: "Today, today is not my birthday, and I didn't win an award either. The last time you were so abnormal was in my primary school." When I took the double hundred test, it turned out that the teacher corrected a math problem wrong, and Ye Qiu got a perfect score in the class, and I became a 99. Dad, Mom, don’t you want a divorce?”

Tang Xin suddenly felt that his parents were so courteous, as if they were trying to curry favor with him, or in other words, most likely, they were trying to comfort him about the harm he was going to suffer.

Tang Xin seems to have seen this episode in a TV series. In order not to make the child sad, the parents first cheered the child up and then told the child about the divorce.

"Bear child, what nonsense are you talking about? Who told you that your mother and I are going to divorce?"

Tang Bin's expression changed immediately, Xie Wanling's smile faded away, and she glared at Tang Xin reproachfully.

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Tang Xin walked into the living room, put his schoolbag on the sofa, wiped the sweat from his head, and sighed, "Scared me. Then what are you trying to do? I don't have any great achievements that deserve your praise."

"Hey, hey, he has made great achievements. Isn't it just that his English scores have improved. Do what you can. Son, come here, Mom has something to tell you."

Xie Wanling's expression was normal now, and she called Tang Xin to her side. After Tang Xin passed by, she reached out to grab a shrimp, but Xie Wanling slapped her hand away.

"Just now you told me to eat it while it's hot, why don't you let me eat it now?"

Tang Xin rubbed the back of his hand, quite speechless.

Xie Wanling took Tang Xin's hand and said earnestly, "Son, your homeroom teacher called today and told your parents that your English test scores have improved a lot today. Mom is very happy because your homeroom teacher said that if you If you can work harder, maybe you can make a copy next year."

"Oh... now I understand, you want the horse to run fast, so you have to feed the horse first. It scared me to death. I was just wondering if you didn't get divorced, wouldn't it be Plan to drive me out of the house to fend for myself, this big farewell dinner, I thought I was Jesus and you two were Judas."

Tang Xin finally understood the reason for his parents' abnormal behavior today. He was still a little surprised that the homeroom teacher called his parents. It was just an ordinary test, and it was an English subject, so he paid so much attention to it.

"Don't think nonsense. When your mother talks to you, you should be serious. What kind of nonsense is your metaphor? Your mother and I hope that you can run fast, bah, and hope that your academic performance will improve quickly. You think this is for What? Your mother and I have no vanity, and we don’t care about other people’s opinions. The key is that you become a talent. If you can pass the college entrance examination next year, you can get into a good university, and it will be easier for you to find a job in the future. This is all for Your own life is happy."

Tang Bin scowled and taught his son a lesson, but Tang Xin asked suspiciously: "Isn't it said that it is difficult for college students to find a job now? Isn't there a lot of job seekers who come out of prestigious schools?"

"It's completely wrong if you think this way. If you go to a good school and study a good major, no matter how difficult it is for you to find a job in society, can it be more difficult than graduating from high school?"

Tang Bin stroked his glasses, as if he was too serious and ran counter to today's purpose.

The original intention was to reward and encourage the son, but now it has become a reprimand?

Tang Xin scratched his head and said seriously: "Okay, I understand, parents don't worry, I will definitely work hard in the third year of high school, live up to your expectations, and work hard for my own life."

"That's right! Son, go wash your hands."

Xie Wanling once again showed Tang Xin a warm smile.

Tang Xin picked up his schoolbag and walked towards his room. When he turned the corner, he turned around and smiled into the living room, "Thank you, Mom and Dad."

When he turned around again, Tang Xin rubbed his moist eye sockets.

The sumptuous family banquet was spent in a warm atmosphere, and Tang Xin clearly noticed the occasional sadness of his mother Xie Wanling.

It should be because the business of fast food restaurants is deserted.

"Son, I didn't give you this mobile phone to keep you busy and playful. I usually use it when I have urgent matters to contact my parents. At other times, especially at school, remember to turn it off. If the teacher confiscates it, you will want the mobile phone later. Then earn your own money and buy it.”

After drinking and eating, Tang Bin handed the new mobile phone to Tang Xin.

As for mobile phones, Tang Xin didn't care too much. He was used to playing with computers. No matter how fun mobile phones are, he didn't have much fun. Besides, he had already made up his mind to study as soon as possible in the next year, and he would not have free time to spend playing with mobile phones.

Tang Xin didn't think Samsung's touch-screen mobile phone was novel. After getting tired of Sun Dao's mobile phone in junior high school, he almost never brought up his interest. Mobile phones, in his eyes, only need Two functions are enough: call, text message.

After tidying up the mess in the living room, Tang Xin went back to his room. After 5 minutes to understand the functions of the mobile phone, write down the phone number and switch it to silent mode, he threw the mobile phone aside.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Tang Xin was more concerned about how to save his mother from forcing a smile in front of him.

After locking the door, Tang Xin opened the four-dimensional pocket and began to look for props that could save the fast food restaurant from declining business.