Incense to the ancestors, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 51

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A taxi stopped at the school gate of Luohe City No. [-] Middle School, and the wheels rolled up catkins flying all over the ground.

A man in a tunic got out of the car.

He looks 50 years old, but his sideburns are already silvery white.

He was dressed plainly, wore glasses, and had a pen pinned to his chest. He looked very much like a schoolteacher, but there was a sense of majesty without anger between his brows.

Looking at the familiar Luohe No. [-] Middle School, he looked dazed for a while, and sighed:
"Since graduating, more than 30 years have passed in a flash. Does anyone still remember my name, Wei Wenzhong? Luohe No. [-] Middle School, my alma mater!"

By the side.

A woman in suit pants who looked like a secretary smiled respectfully: "Director, your name is well known in the education field, who doesn't know?"

"This time you were promoted to the director of the Luohe City Education Bureau, and you can be regarded as returning home."

"Under your leadership, the education in Luohe City will definitely achieve new achievements."

Wei Wenzhong heard the words, but said with a serious face: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm just the deputy director now."

"Also, our visit to Luohe No. [-] Middle School this time is a private visit to Luohe No. [-] Middle School to secretly investigate the education and teaching work of Luohe No. [-] Middle School. Just call me Mr. Wei."

The female secretary in suit pants realized her mistake and nodded hastily.

At this moment.

Many people came to the gate of the campus, all queuing up to enter the school, making a lot of noise.

The female secretary inquired about it, then came back and said in a low voice, "They are all the parents of the students."

"This Friday, Luohe City will hold the city's joint entrance examination, so Luohe No. [-] Middle School is holding a mobilization meeting today, as well as a parent meeting."

Wei Wenzhong laughed when he heard this.

He was the one who proposed the city's entrance exam this time.

"Well, then just go in and listen, take a look."

The two followed the parents of the students and moved forward slowly without rushing or crowding.

But at this time, a middle-aged fat man came, glanced at the crowd, he also stepped back slightly, stood still and waited.

Wei Wenzhong took a look at the middle-aged fat man, and found that he had parted hairstyle, wearing a leather jacket, a bunch of keys pinned to his waist, and shiny leather shoes.

This attire looks very much like a migrant worker from the countryside. He likes to show off, but he is basically uneducated.

Wei Wenzhong took the initiative to greet with a smile and said, "Are you also the student's parent? What's your surname?"

The middle-aged fat man turned his head and nodded with a smile, "Miangui's surname is Wang, Wang Dabao, my dog ​​is a third year student in Luohe No. [-] Middle School."

As soon as he spoke, his tone was polite.

Surprise flashed in Wei Wenzhong's eyes.

This plain-looking parent who looks like a wage earner actually knows how to use modest names such as "Miangui", "My humble man", and "Dogzi".

Cultural people!

Wei Wenzhong was in awe, and there was a little more intimacy and recognition in his eyes.

After all, he is also a man of culture.

"Mr. Wang, it's a great honor to meet you. If your surname is Wei, how old are you? If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Wei. Brother Wei!" Wei Wenzhong said, holding out his hand.

Wang Dabao grinned, "Brother Wei!"

As he spoke, his upper body leaned forward slightly, stretched out his hand with four fingers together, his thumb opened to hold Wei Wenzhong's hand, but the palm was facing upwards, with moderate strength, and he let go of his hand after shaking it up and down three times.

"A friendly handshake?!"

Wei Wenzhong's eyes flashed with surprise again.

Peeping the leopard in the tube.

This parent named Wang Dabao is not only a cultural person, but also a person who understands etiquette.

Even the handshake is so particular.

So, he smiled and asked: "Brother Wang, judging by your temperament, your child should have a good academic performance, right? Which top class is he in?"

Wang Dabao shook his head and said: "My son's academic performance is not good, he is the last one in the class, and he is in the ordinary class."

Wei Wenzhong: "."

He was a little embarrassed.

Wang Dabao smiled indifferently, "Academic performance doesn't represent everything. I always think that children's moral education is more important."

"Although my son's academic performance is poor, he respects his parents at home, helps each other with his classmates and friends outside, is kind to others, does not show his temper, does not gamble online, and does not fall in love early."

"I firmly believe that my son will not be worse than anyone in the future."

When Wei Wenzhong heard the words, he gave a thumbs up and praised: "Listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books. I completely agree with Brother Wang's point of view."

Hearing that Wei Wenzhong recognized his point of view, Wang Dabao couldn't help but light up his eyes, took out a pack of cigarettes, and passed one over.

The two were smoking a cigarette, chatting about education, and they looked like they hated seeing each other late.

next to.

The female secretary was surprised that the deputy director actually called an ordinary-looking student's parent a brother.

If other leaders see this, their jaws may drop in shock.

The flow of people was no longer crowded, and Wang Dabao and Wei Wenzhong entered the school.

Following the crowd, they came to the playground. There were many vacant chairs behind, and the parents sat down one after another.

"Brother Wang, where is your son?" Wei Wenzhong asked with a smile.

Wang Dabao scanned the group of students in front of him, and quickly found Wang Xiaobao, pointing his finger: "Look, that's my son, Wang Xiaobao."

Coincidentally at this time.

Wang Xiaobao and Zhao Zhigang and others talked, showing a profile.

Wei Wenzhong saw it, his eyes lit up and said: "What a handsome young man, he has a good temperament. Those so-called academic masters seem to be inferior to him!"

But I was a little strange in my heart, how could such a temperamental and spiritual child be the last one in academic performance? !

He glanced at Wang Dabao beside him, and felt that this brother Wang might be too modest.

lying to him.

Wang Dabao noticed his gaze, smiled slightly, and handed him another cigarette.

At this moment.

The previous school leaders were in place one after another, and all the teachers in the third year of high school were also in place.

Gao Zhiqiang, the director of the grade group, took the microphone and said "Hi, Hey" a few times, and then announced that the "City Entrance Examination Mobilization Conference" is now starting.

"In the first item of the meeting, the student representatives will speak. The top student representative, Murong Jialan, is invited to come on stage, and the poor student representative, Wang Xiaobao, is invited to come on stage."

The sound echoed across the playground.

In the student group, towards the top class, Murong Jialan, wearing a blue and red school uniform, was holding a speech script, shaking her long hair, and walked up to the podium confidently.

In the direction of the ordinary class, Wang Xiaobao got up and walked towards the podium.

But his hands were empty, and there was no speech.

The students chattered in a commotion.

The school leaders sitting in front were also surprised. Gao Zhiqiang, the head of the grade group, looked at Zhao Suqing, who was not far away, with puzzled eyes.

Zhao Suqing also looked puzzled.

She had already asked Wang Xiaobao this morning if she was ready, but she didn't expect that Wang Xiaobao didn't even have a speech script.

"Perhaps he has it in his pocket!"

Zhao Suqing explained somewhat unconfidently.

"Hehe, maybe someone has an article in his belly, so he can give a speech casually! After all, he is an underachiever!"

The head teacher of Class 1 of the top class said with a sinister smile.

The other teachers also laughed when they heard this.

Zhao Suqing stared angrily, but her face was full of worry.

Could it be that Wang Xiaobao really didn't write the manuscript, so he went on stage and talked nonsense? !

among parents of students.

Wei Wenzhong also saw this scene, and said in surprise: "Brother Wang, your son actually speaks as a representative of poor students? It seems that he didn't even write the speech, so he is very confident!"

Wang Dabao nodded with a smile and said, "Isn't it just a small student representative to speak? What kind of manuscript do you need? It's because of the truth. Open your mouth and it's an article!"

Wei Wenzhong was taken aback for a moment, smacking at this sentence, he felt more and more that Wang Dabao was unfathomable.

When it comes to speaking, one set of one set.

This guy, like me, is also a certain leader who came here for a private interview on Weibo, right? !

at this time.

On the high platform in the distance.

Wang Dabao and Murong Jialan stood in front of the speech table.

Of the two, one has an outstanding temperament, like a god like a fairy, and is unbelievably handsome, and the other is unparalleled in beauty, a school girl in a top class.

They stood side by side like a golden boy and a jade girl, causing many students in the audience to make a noise.

Zhao Zhigang said a little jealously: "Wang Xiaobao is not as handsome as I am usually, but once he stands on the stage, why do I want to beat him up?!"

Tian Zhikai said quietly: "The snow is pressing down on the branches, although the mud is not low, once the red sun rises, it will still be at the same level as the sky. I have a feeling that Wang Xiaobao, this bastard, may become a blockbuster today!"

The direction of liberal arts classes.

In Class 11, Senior Three, Zeng Zixuan's eyes were always on Wang Xiaobao.

Seeing him standing on the podium, he was clearly speaking on behalf of the poor students, but he had a confident and sunny smile on his face, not discouraged, not shy, and calm.

Her temperament is even better than that of Murong Jialan next to her.

"As expected of a school grass, if you stop there, people can't stand it!"

Wen Ruoxi rubbed her legs, blushing and said in a low voice.

Zeng Zixuan gave her rare nod in approval of her words.

"Sure enough, people who can write love poems like "Rain Lane" are not ordinary people, Wang Xiaobao, Xiao Gang, come on, I look forward to your speech ing"

on the high platform.

A group of school leaders and teachers also saw Wang Xiaobao, and couldn't help being slightly astonished.

"This is Wang Xiaobao? Doesn't he look like a poor student!"

"It doesn't look like it, but don't be fooled by his skin."

"Golden and jade are out of the ordinary, but in fact he is indeed a poor student. He is the bottom one in Class 8 of the third year of high school. Every time he takes the exam, his name is in the bottom ten of the whole grade."

Several school leaders discussed in low voices.

Principal Li Han touched his bald head, but he didn't speak, and the look of doubt flashed away in his eyes.

Many top students in the school's top class were poached from other schools by him.

With his years of experience in seeing people, he has a strange feeling.

This poor student named Wang Xiaobao seemed to be not that simple, which gave him an urge to "poach people".

He picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea.

Gao Zhiqiang, the director of the grade group, understood and waved to Murong Jialan, signaling her to start the speech first.

Murong Jialan nodded, adjusted the microphone, took out the manuscript, and began to read.
"Hello everyone!"

"Today, I am honored to speak here as a representative of the school's "excellent students".

"First of all, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks and high respect to all the leaders who have been guiding me in my studies, and to all the teachers who have taught me seriously and given me valuable knowledge."

"Time flies, like a fleeting moment. The reason why I can achieve such good results is that I am very grateful to my teachers. They have shaped our souls with their great charisma. They are persuasive, dedicated and responsible."

blah blah blah.
Murong Jialan's voice echoed on the playground through the microphone, and the beautiful and beautiful voice was transmitted to everyone's ears.

Such as seiyuu massage.

On the stage.

All the school leaders and teachers nodded frequently, with satisfied smiles on their faces, feeling that Murong Jialan is worthy of being the top student in the top class, and her speech was indeed sincere and very positive!
commendable.

offstage.

A group of male students looked at Murong Jialan obsessively, and the girls felt ashamed.

Parents behind.

Then one by one sighed with sourness and jealousy: "With such an excellent girl and such good looks, which boy will be worthy of her in the future?!."

in the crowd.

Murong Jialan's grandfather, Murong Huayu was also there.

But he is very low-key, wearing very plain clothes and a peaked cap, making him inconspicuous in the crowd.

Hearing the evaluation of his granddaughter from all the parents around him, he slightly raised the corner of his mouth and smiled complacently.

Indeed, how can ordinary people be worthy of my Jialan?
"If you want to say that someone who is worthy of Jialan, unless it is the tall man I met in the park that day. Hey!"

Thinking of this, Murong Huayu felt sad for a while.

Because Gao Ren hadn't shown his figure since he caught a glimpse in the park that day. He went to wait in the park every morning, but all he waited for was disappointment.

"I don't know if I will have the opportunity to witness the demeanor of an expert again in my life"

"Master, where is your old man?"

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