The boss is at the same table, she pretends to be good again

Chapter 3 Pingyang High School
Li Mingting walked a few steps and turned around, only to find that the car was still parked in place, and Father Li was still watching her in the car.

The two looked at each other, and Dad Li waved his hands and smiled gently: "Go, Dad will watch you enter the school."

Li Mingting didn't move, and after a while she said softly: "Father, it's not easy for mom, I hope you can understand her."

Although she knew, they might still end up divorcing.

But as a daughter, she still hopes that her parents' marriage can be repeated like she was born again.

And the result of restarting is happiness and peace.

When Father Li heard this, he was stunned. It was a long time before he heard his hoarse voice.

"Dad knows..."

Li Mingting nodded slightly, then turned and entered the school gate.

After Li Mingting disappeared, Dad Li got out of the car and smoked a cigarette at the school gate.

How could he not know his wife's hard work and difficulty?
It's just that he, who is in the quagmire, has more energy than he wants...

Pingyang High School was full of teenage boys and girls, returning to such a young and energetic environment, Li Mingting felt that his mood was bright and lively.

She found the administrative building according to the road signs, and then touched the office of the director of the academic affairs office.

The office door was ajar, and there was a square dance Divine Comedy inside, and a male voice dubbed it by himself while dancing: "One big, two big..."

Li Mingting turned his head silently, waited for a few minutes and found that the people inside still had no intention of stopping, so he could only bend his fingers and knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door, but the music inside didn't stop: "Which bastard?"

Li Mingting said warmly: "Hello, teacher, I'm Li Mingting, a transfer student, and I'm here to report today."

The music stopped abruptly.

Li Mingting also heard the rapid sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground.

Soon, a man's voice sounded a little tight but obviously serious again: "Come in!"

Li Mingting pushed open the door and looked around the office.

The space is large, with a sofa, a bookcase, and some valuable antique toys, and there is even a pot of rare orchids in the corner.

And next to the orchid... is a big speaker that lets off the square dance music.

Li Mingting lowered his eyes to hide his expression, and walked to the desk.

The man sitting behind the desk is very young, probably in his early thirties, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking refined.

He looked at Li Mingting, with undisguised excitement in his eyes: "Student Li, we have completed the procedures for you before you come here, and now you are only waiting to enter the class. There are 12 classes in the second grade, and our side... "

"I'm going to Class 7."

The director was stunned for a moment, and after recalling Class Seven, he hurriedly said, "Class Seven is a liberal arts class. I remember that you filled in the information about science."

"I want to transfer to liberal arts."

The director was stunned: "Why?"

Li Mingting pursed his lips and smiled, but did not speak.

The director couldn't persuade me any further, so he just said tactfully: "Then do you want to think about other classes, after all, it's the second semester now, class seven..."

"Is there any problem with Class Seven?" Li Mingting's voice was calm, with some doubts in his eyes.

The director choked back all the remaining words in an instant.

As the director of academic affairs, he can't expose his shortcomings in front of new classmates!

Forget it, there is no difference in Class [-] except for one more Rong Heng.

As for Rong Heng...

He will make that kid stay away from this little boy.

After brushing her face in front of the director, Li Mingting sat in the office obediently waiting for the head teacher to come and lead her.

Huang Zhixue, the head teacher of Class No. [-] of Senior High School, is tall, thin, and lost most of his hair at a young age.

Less than 3 minutes after receiving the call, he appeared in front of Li Mingting.

(End of this chapter)