The beloved wife of the reborn scholar

Chapter 90 The day of registration (1)
Zhuo Xuan chose a Saturday to go to school to register.There were too many things, Zhuo's mother proudly packed the clothes, quilts and so on, and let the post office come and go.How convenient it is to pick it up at the post office when it’s time for school.

The three of them headed to school without packing lightly.

When you get off the station, you can see the banner of the provincial central government to pick up people from a long distance.Zhuo Xuan showed the notice to the receptionist, and the three of them carried a schoolbag on their backs. The classmate who received the reception looked at it again and again to see if the three were fake, and came empty-handed.

When we got into the car, there were already quite a few people sitting in it, all with large and small bags of luggage on the car, which is why the receptionist looked sideways at them.

When I went to school, there were people everywhere, looking for classrooms and dormitories with notices.The students ran around with their parents, dragging a lot of luggage behind them.Those seniors and the teachers on duty are very busy.

The three stood there, looking left and right.Glad again that I was traveling light.The three divided the work, Zhuo's father took a taxi to the post office to pick up the luggage, and Zhuo's mother took Zhuo Xuan to pay the money.It was agreed to meet downstairs in the dormitory.
The financial office of the school is full of people, and it is crowded. Even with the air conditioner turned on, the temperature cannot be lowered.The electric fan blows fiercely at the teacher.Even so, the teacher was sweating profusely.

After finally being squeezed out of the accounting room, the clothes on his body were wrinkled.

When we arrived downstairs in the dormitory, Zhuo's father had already brought all the luggage.The things are packed into a package by the post office, and they can be directly resisted, which is convenient and simple.

This time Zhuo Xuan lived in a better place than the junior high school, on the third floor, not too high or too low.After registering with the dormitory auntie and paying the key deposit, I went upstairs.

After entering the dormitory, the berth was arranged by the school, the other three students had already arrived, and Zhuo Xuan was the last one, so there was no need to clean the dormitory anymore.

Zhuo Xuan was used to making the bed, so she asked Zhuo's father to help deliver the things, and Zhuo's mother helped Zhuo Xuan pack the clothes into the closet.This kind of division of labor and cooperation can be done in a few seconds.

Even so, get it a little faster.The whole family went to the restaurant outside to settle their lunch.Open the room at the guest house where I stayed last time.

This time the waiter in the guest house is still the same one, I remember Zhuo's father once praised Zhuo Xuan like a flower.Zhuo's father and Zhuo's mother were all laughing.

Mother Zhuo and the others will not go back today.It will be much cooler if we leave early tomorrow morning.

The three of them took a nap in the guest house, maybe because they were busy today, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon when they woke up.Zhuo's mother suggested to visit Zhuo Xuan's classroom and school.I just came here and haven't paid attention to it.

After going to school, there are a lot less people in the school.In the teaching building, the three of them wandered around for a long time but couldn't find the classroom.I happened to meet a male teacher in his 40s with a pair of glasses passing by.

"Hi teacher, may I ask, do you know how to get to the classroom of Class [-], Senior One?" Zhuo Xuan asked the teacher respectfully.

"Class Seven." The teacher rolled his eyes and pointed to a classroom in front; "That's Class Seven."

Zhuo Xuan bowed to the teacher: "Thank you teacher."

"Thank you teacher." Zhuo's mother and Zhuo's father also thanked the teacher.

When the three of them were about to pass by, the teacher stopped Zhuo Xuan: "Student, what's your name?"

Zhuo Xuan was very puzzled, but she still replied obediently: "Teacher, my name is Zhuo Xuan."

"You are Zhuo Xuan, good, good." The teacher smiled inscrutablely, leaving Zhuo's family full of greetings.What is good, is it a good grade or a good name.

(End of this chapter)