Regardless of whether the son's rebellious period has passed or not, for Cheng's father, his son's willingness to learn and make progress is the greatest comfort to him.
Sure enough, if you are close to vermilion, you will be red, and if you are close to ink, you will be black. Following a good student is learning well.
After playing with that Su Xingchen for a long time, I wanted to ask for a tutor.
Cheng's father was relieved, and told his wife about it.
Cheng's mother was also very surprised, but the couple took this matter very seriously, so they called two gold medal tutors that night, both of whom were retired senior teachers from the best schools in H City.
Su Xingchen meditated in the dormitory all night, and he woke up the next day feeling refreshed. He got up early in the morning and went to Teacher Zhao's house.
Although I heard from Su Xingyue that Mr. Zhao is Zhao Moqin's grandfather, but I have been to Mr. Zhao's house so many times, but I have never seen Zhao Moqin once, but she doesn't care, it would be better not to see him. She is here to study, not Seeing Zhao Moqin, it would be troublesome to see him.
However, I heard about Mr. Zhao’s grandson from the mouths of several students who were also reviewing at Mr. Zhao’s house. They knew that his grandson’s grades were very good. But each one is hung in a photo frame, like a painting, on the wall and on the bookshelf.
Like Su Xingchen, Cheng Kangyao has been abandoned for several years. On the first day when he came to Cheng's house, the tutor got to know him first, and then found out that he had to learn everything from scratch.
Several of them are very experienced old teachers, who are also very experienced and methodical in teaching students.
Cheng Kangyao may be rebellious, but this time he took the initiative to ask for a tutor to come back to class. Active learning and passive forced learning can achieve different results.
Before Cheng Kangyao studied, he had already made up his mind, and his grades surpassed Su Xingchen's. Then Su Xingchen looked at him with a shocked face, and studied even more vigorously.
Su Xingchen didn't come home for two days on the weekend, Su's father guessed that the child was angry at home, so he took the initiative to call her and ask her if she still had enough money.
Su Xingchen was silent for a while, saying that it was not enough.
Su's father transferred another two hundred yuan to her: "Save some money, buy whatever you want to eat and drink, and tell me if it's not enough."
Su Xingchen gave an 'hmm' and said, "There is an amulet on the spider plant on the balcony. I begged for it. You should wear it."
Originally, Su's father was disappointed by her indifference, but when he heard this, he immediately cheered up, and went to look for her on the north balcony at night, and sure enough, he found a folded 'talisman' in the flower pot of Chlorophytum, and he I made a small transparent bag, sealed it, and put it in my pocket. I was afraid that the laundry would be ruined, so I made a thin rope and hung it on the car keys as a keychain.
During the weekend, the amulet waterproof bags that Cheng Kangyao bought also arrived. He placed several orders at once. They were all red cloth bags on the outside, with waterproof compartments inside, and there were various shapes and patterns, all of which meant auspiciousness.
The amulet was stuffed inside, so he was not afraid of getting wet, but he still hung it on his body carefully, afraid of being seen by others, and felt embarrassed. He even made a rope and hung it around his neck. The long rope was dragged all the way to the chest.
Not to mention wearing a lot of clothes in winter and not being able to see it, even in summer, no one can see the bag stuffed into the collar of the clothes.
The amulet she gave was pressed against the chest, and the palm of the hand was held on the amulet against the heart. Lying on the bed and sleeping, I felt sweet.
Cheng's father thought that his son's rebellious period was over. After all, he knew that he was in high school, so he couldn't delay any longer, and he had to study hard. He thought that his son should say goodbye to non-mainstream killers, and his green hair would probably be dyed back. .
After all, boys are all about saving face. Except for the rebellious second year, which adolescent boy is willing to wear a green hat and swagger through the market
Unexpectedly, when he came back from get off work at night, he saw his son dyed the iconic black hair that had already grown out greener.
Maybe it was because of two days of hard work, Cheng Kangyao felt very good about himself. When he came to the school and looked at the group of scumbags who followed behind him, he felt that he was different from them.
My image is so tall, and I am so fresh and refined compared with them.
So the students who came to the class one after another saw that their Shamat Emperor not only did not sleep on the table today, but also took out a paper from his schoolbag to do it like Su Xingchen did.
The Emperor Killing Mat actually brushes the papers when he is not taking the exam? Is the sun out in the west
Taking advantage of the beginning of the evening self-study, before Teacher Chen came, all the shocked friends gathered around and took the paper from Cheng Kangyao's hand, "Damn it, I thought I read it wrong, Cheng Kangyao, are you really doing the paper?"
"No, where did you get the paper?"
"Okay, why did you think of doing the test? Are you trying to break away from our Shamate family? Are you going to run wildly on the broad road of the Shamate family together and never return?"
"Cheng Kangyao, have you been stimulated by something?"
Cheng Kangyao snatched back his paper triumphantly, feeling that he was 2.8 meters tall and handsome to a new height even though he was serious about brushing up the questions.
He flicked his green hair: "That's why I'm Emperor Shamate, and you are just minions. Do you think I'm the same as you? Don't judge the emperor's vision by your short-sightedness."
"Cut~"
After Cheng Kangyao finished speaking, he immediately booed: "I still believe Su Xingchen, you?" The killers despised their emperor: "People who fail the exam are not qualified to say such things!"
Cheng Kangyao was gritted his teeth angrily by them: "Wait, this emperor's achievements will definitely blind your dog's eyes!"
The class bell rang, and the killers returned to their seats. When they saw Cheng Kangyao really immersed in the paper, they couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness and panic in their hearts.
When people like you start to work hard and only you are still immersed in the mud, you can't help but want to break free from this emotion.
I don't know why, seeing Cheng Kangyao like this, they can't help but turn out the book, even if they don't know how to write at all, they also take out the subjects they think are the easiest to read, and if they don't, they will draw cartoons on the book by themselves .
Even drawing comics is better than sleeping on the table, chatting and spanking with people, which makes them feel at ease.
Su Xingchen and Cheng Kangyao's sudden efforts sounded like a wake-up call in their minds. It's high school, the most important thing is time, shouldn't they also work hard
Is it true that the three years of high school are really going to pass like this
Someone came to ask Cheng Kangyao where the papers came from, Cheng Kangyao didn't hide it, and said directly that he asked the family to hire a tutor.
The killers were still shocked, what the hell, they were so scheming, and they were working secretly behind their backs, the pressure was so great!
Su Xingchen was also quite surprised, but she was happy and surprised, and smiled approvingly at him.
With that smile, Cheng Kangyao was as if he had been spat with chicken blood, and the corners of his lips were smirking with honey all morning, brushing the questions and brushing the questions.
When Mr. Chen came in, he saw that the discipline in the class was obviously better than usual, and expressed his comfort, especially when he came down and saw Cheng Kangyao was also seriously brushing up the questions, he was not a little surprised.
It was right not to separate the two of them, isn't this one affecting the other
Then look at the scumbags around Sha Matt, they are all looking at them decently with their books, and they can't help but nod to them with a smile.
Shamates have never seen such affirmative smile from Mr. Chen to them. In the past, they are gentle and tolerant. It turns out that being affirmed by others feels so good and so refreshing!
They vaguely felt that they seemed to have found a new way to attract attention.
After Mr. Chen stayed in the class for less than ten minutes, the physics teacher came with the test papers and occupied the first evening self-study class on Sunday night, and then the chemistry teacher also came and occupied the second class. The first sentence the teacher said was: There is a student in this class who has made great progress, so keep working hard.
So the entire Class 16 knew who the Shamat who tortured and killed half of the scumbags in the ordinary class in the forum was.
Su Xingchen!
The killers found that the teachers who had completely ignored them in the past, almost every teacher who came in praised Su Xingchen.
Except for the English teacher.