Reborn 1980: A poisonous wife is not easy to mess with

Chapter 228

Principal Feng and Li Houyuan both agreed?
Yu moved forward slightly startled.

Well, since that's the case, he doesn't have much to say here.

After thinking about it, Yu Qianqian asked another question: "You guys rushed to sign up on the last day, didn't you just want to hide this news all the time?"

Hmph, I never imagined that the first-year group wanted to ambush the third-year group. Is this trying to cause trouble?

Knowing that Yu Xiangqian misunderstood, Wang Yan smiled bitterly: "Fortunately, I was able to catch up with the registration time, Mr. Yu, you don't know, I have been sweating for the past two days.

Anya didn't know about the preliminaries before, and by the time she found out, it was already too late.

In addition, she had to go back to prepare some registration materials, and asked for a day or two of leave with me, so she hurriedly prepared these materials. I almost thought that she would not be able to catch up with the pre-examination registration . "

Now in the first year of high school, there are still people who don't know that there is a pre-examination before the college entrance examination?

Yu Xiangqian was also speechless; it was because the parents were too careless, or the students themselves were too careless. They were all in high school and didn't know much about the college entrance examination system.

While Yu Xiangqian and Wang Yan were talking, Anya had already filled out the registration form for the pre-examination, neatly piled it up with her own registration materials, and put it on the table together with the registration fee:
"Teacher Yu, Teacher Wang, I have already filled out the registration form."

Yu Qianqian hurried over to check it, and when he saw that it was correct, he took the stapler and clicked it, stapled the application form and several attachments into one copy, put it on top of a large pile of application forms, and patted hard:

"You've caught up with the time. We will report to the Education Bureau tomorrow morning."

Sitting down and counting the pre-examination fees paid by Anya, he gave her a receipt and handed it over casually, "Take the fee receipt."

"Then it's hard work, Teacher Yu." Seeing that Anya had accepted the receipt, Wang Yan thanked him again and again, and walked out with Anya.

After Yu Xiangqian put the money away, he sat down and carefully counted the registration forms handed in by the students.

Not all students in the third year of high school take the preliminaries.

Participating in the preliminary examination is to compete for places to take the college entrance examination. Some students feel that there is no hope for the college entrance examination, and they make up their minds that they only need to get a high school diploma, so they simply don't waste the money.

No. 320 Middle School, No. 321 and No. [-] Classes, each class has about [-] or [-] students. In the end, [-] students signed up for the preliminaries, including An Ya, exactly [-] students.

In fact, Yu had counted once before Qianqian, counting again is just to confirm.

Seeing that the numbers were correct, Yu Qianqian took out the drawn form, turned to the last page, compared it with a ruler, and drew another line of grids at the bottom, wrote the number "321" in front, and put Anya's name and The basic information is filled in.

In the age without computers, tables were made by comparing them with a ruler and then drawing them by hand.

Yu Xiangqian is a math teacher. He draws tables by hand. Others' drawings may be a little crooked. He must be neat and tidy.

The height of each row and the width of each column will never deviate a bit, and it looks like it is printed out after tabulation with EXCEL.

Of course, everyone has never even touched a computer these days, let alone know what EXCEL is or not.

But this does not hinder everyone's appreciation of the tables made by Mr. Yu.

After filling in Anya's information, and calculating the total of the registration fee, Yu looked forward at the tall and thick stack of registration forms and materials, and got up to look for a woven bag.

He remembered that after the opening of the woven bags from the fashion textbooks at the beginning of the school year, they were all taken away by the comrades in charge of the logistics of the school office. If such a large pile of forms were not packed in a woven bag, it would not be easy to take them to the Education Bureau tomorrow. what.

As soon as Yu moved forward, Meng Mingzhu glanced at his back suspiciously, then walked into the office.

She seemed to have seen Wang Yan taking Anya out of their office in the third grade group just now. What are these two people doing here?
Could it be that Wang Yan and Anya found out about her going to Daqiao Village?

Hmph, knowing it is not afraid, she does not believe that Anya can produce evidence, An Xiaoyue's parents will not say anything, and they will definitely not come out to testify for Anya.

Even the village chief surnamed Han, she probably listened to what she said.

Meng Mingzhu was thinking about something, and threw the lesson plan on the table with a "slap", and just took a sip of tea from the big enamel mug, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

If it was about Daqiao Village, shouldn't Wang Yan and Anya go directly to Feng Shaoquan? What's the use of coming to Yuqianqian?

Yu Xiangqian believed that she did that, so what can he do to her?At most, one or two words of verbal criticism will do.

As for Anya's vengeful nature, how could she let it go so lightly?
Meng Mingzhu turned her head, got up and walked to Yu Qianqian's desk to look for any clues.

There happened to be a wind blowing outside, and because the windows were not closed, it blew the top pages of Yu Qianqian's stack of registration forms stacked up on his desk from time to time.

Meng Mingzhu quickly stretched out her hand to hold it down, and was about to find something to press it on, when her eyes suddenly froze between her fingers. On the topmost pre-examination registration form, the candidate's name seemed to be——

Anya!

Anya? !
How can this be?

Isn't she just in the first year of high school? How could she take the preliminaries?

Moreover, even if Anya can take the preliminaries now, she has only been blown away by Village Chief Han of Daqiao Village. Can Village Chief Han give Anya a political review certificate?

Maybe Anya's political trial certificate was forged?

Thinking of this, Meng Mingzhu was secretly happy, and hurriedly grabbed the registration form and turned it over.

The political examination certificate was neatly written, and the big red stamp was formally stamped, but the inscription and the stamp were impressively "Qinghe Street Neighborhood Committee"!
Qinghe Neighborhood Committee?
Anya lives in Qinghe Street, but her household registration is still in Daqiao Village. What qualifications does the Qinghe Street Neighborhood Committee have to issue her this political review certificate!

This is a scam organization!This is a political issue!
Now, she finally caught Anya's mistake!

A look of joy appeared on Meng Mingzhu's face, and she carefully flipped through the other attachments, her hand shook suddenly, and almost tore the file in half with a "hiss".

There is also a handwritten household registration certificate in front, with two lines clearly written on it:
This is to certify that Comrade Anya, a resident of our jurisdiction, is registered at Qinghe Street, Yongji County.

The date of inscription is today, and it is also stamped with the red official seal of the Qinghe Street Police Station.

resident!

When did Anya become a resident of the city?

Meng Mingzhu figured it out as soon as she thought about it.

Anya wanted to take the pre-examination and the college entrance examination ahead of time, so she must go back to the village to obtain a political certificate. After hearing what she said, the village head Han refused to give Anya this certificate. I moved to the city and asked the neighborhood committee to issue this certificate!
Meng Mingzhu subconsciously covered her chest, feeling that her heart was hurting from anger.

She cut off Anya's dirt road, but Anya skipped that dirt road and ran directly to the main road.

When will it be as easy to open a "rural to non-agricultural" account as buying cabbage and radishes at the vegetable market?

(End of this chapter)