The atmosphere was suddenly awkward.
In fact, Wen Ruan also felt that such an answer was not good.
But she searched the memories in her mind seriously, and found that there was really no such person.
Qin Ziran's expression froze for a moment, but he just lowered his eyes and smiled helplessly.
Just as he was about to introduce himself to Wen Ruan, he found that it was time for the parents' meeting, and more and more people noticed the movement here.
After all, all the parents are here now, and there is no delay, so he can only walk up to the podium.
"I'm so glad you parents took the time this year, what I'm going to talk about today..."
After ten years, Wen Ruan returned to such a classroom.
Such a desk, and the teacher talking on the podium, it is easy for her to recall the feeling in high school.
For example, sleepiness and desertion.
Wen Ruan was unable to concentrate after listening for about five minutes. She stretched out her hand to support her chin, picked up the pen on the desk, and drew circles on the paper in front of her.
First draw a cartoon image of yourself.
Then I drew a handsome boy with a cartoon image.
Then draw a heart or two between the two, and then use an arrow to go through it.
Wen Ruan looked at his picture with satisfaction, and raised his hand to mark his and Fu Zhihuan's names on the heads of the two cartoon figures.
Happy.
"Okay, that's about it, and then I will ask the parents of outstanding students in the grade to prepare, and I will go downstairs to give a speech on the national flag platform later."
After an unknown amount of time, Qin Ziran on the podium finally came to an end.
Wen Ruan straightened his body and regained his spirit.
finally reached! This exciting moment!
She had already prepared a perfect set of speeches on the way here, and she was even trying to figure it out in her mind. When she read out the series of touching scripts, the parents in the audience applauded tearfully.
Qin Ziran looked down at the list, frowned imperceptibly, and read: "The outstanding students in grades selected by our school are—"
All eyes subconsciously looked at Wen Ruan.
Jiang Zishen had never fallen out of the top three in his grades since he was a child, and since he was the monitor of the class, his class activities had never fallen.
Besides, the outstanding students in the grade had already been selected, and basically all the parents knew that Jiang Zishen must have won this award.
"It's classmate Wang Zhichen. Please ask the parents of this classmate to come down to me. Other parents can go downstairs first and wait in the school playground."
When Qin Ziran pronounced the name, there was an uproar and low-pitched discussions.
Wen Ruan was also stunned.
How could the school suddenly change its mind about something like this
Then, a middle-aged woman next to Wen Ruan got up from her seat, raised her chin high, and walked towards the head teacher.
She is slightly fat, wearing gold and silver and an expensive shawl, but she looks like a proud bamboo mouse.
"Why is it Wang Zhichen? His child's grades can't be compared with Jiang Zishen's, right?"
"That's right, I heard that he doesn't participate in school activities very much, but Jiang Zichen has won many competition awards."
"Don't mention it, the family is rich, and the teaching director is still his cousin. If he doesn't give this place to whom?"
"Yes, at first they thought that Jiang Zishen's family would not be able to come, so they planned to justify taking the spot. Who knew that Jiang Zishen's family suddenly came to be a parent, so they started to grab it."
These words didn't seem to be prepared to hide the volume at all, as if they could be said loudly to the people around them.
This group of parents always looked down on Wang Zhichen and his family's behavior, and they couldn't help discussing it now.
Wen Ruan raised his head and looked outside the classroom.
Jiang Zichen leaned against the door. Although Wen Ruan couldn't see his expression, he knew that the child should have heard everything.
Wen Ruan took a deep breath, stood up, and walked out the door.
She knelt down in front of Jiang Zichen, put her hands together, made an apologetic gesture, and smiled helplessly: "I'm sorry, I was late and didn't communicate with the teacher in advance, so they changed people temporarily."
Jiang Zi sank, and after a long time he said sullenly, "I know why."
Wen Ruan froze for a moment.
Jiang Zichen raised his head, hesitated for a long time, and then said: "Actually, I don't care about this quota. I just think that my father may be happy after seeing it, so I want it. Now that my father is not here, I don't care if I want it or not."
After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked into the classroom, packing his schoolbag without saying a word.
Wen Ruan stood up, looking at the small figure in front of the desk, the anger surging in her heart could no longer be contained.
She stopped a teacher casually, asked the location of the dean's office, and started to seek justice.
But after walking a few steps, Wen Ruan stopped.
She could indeed scold the dean, but Jiang Zichen still had to live in this school for three years.
Children listen to what their teachers say.
She didn't want Jiang Zichen to be excluded for the next three years because of her impulsiveness.
And at this moment, Qin Ziran finished dealing with his parents' affairs.
He turned his head and saw Wen Ruan outside the door, so he reached out to straighten his collar, and then walked towards her.
Qin Ziran stood beside Wen Ruan, and his voice was especially gentle: "Wen Ruan, don't worry, I will negotiate this matter with the school for you, and give Jiang Zichen a good way to deal with it."
Wen Ruan nodded, "Thank you."
In fact, the teacher has relatively little say in these matters, but it is already a relief for him to be able to say these words.
Qin Ziran hesitated for a while, and then continued: "You probably don't remember, you joined the guitar club when you were in college, and I'm the vice president of this club."
Wen Ruan was a little annoyed because of Jiang Zishen's incident.
She recalled it, and she seemed to have a vague impression, perhaps because she was not in a good mood, so she just nodded politely: "That's right, long time no see, but I have to go to the flag station first—"
"Wait a minute." Qin Ziran frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to hold Wen Ruan's arm, and said in a anxious tone, "I'm sorry, Wen Ruan, I have something to say to you. Because I'm afraid it will be difficult to meet again next time... "
Wen Ruan was taken aback.
She raised her head and carefully observed Qin Ziran's expression.
flushed cheeks.
Eyes dodge.
Look shy.
Could it be that… !
Wen Ruan gritted her teeth, and decided to speak out first to avoid embarrassment: "Sorry, I have someone I like."
"ah… ?"
Qin Ziran raised his head with a blank look in his eyes: "I want to ask if you have Qin Sushan's contact information? I wanted to chase her when I was in college..."
"..."
That's embarrassing.
Wen Ruan suddenly understood what tit for tat was.
But the most embarrassing thing is yet to come.
Because when Wen Ruan turned his head, he saw Jiang Zichen standing by the door expressionlessly with his schoolbag on his back, looking straight at him.
She quickly changed the subject, trying to hide her panic: "Let's go downstairs to the playground."
Jiang Zishen didn't say a word, but quietly followed Wen Ruan for a while, and when almost everyone around him had disappeared, he suddenly said, "Aunt Wen, do you like Uncle Fu Zhihuan?"
"?"
"??"
This sentence made Wen Ruan jump three feet in shock, she immediately froze in place, and slowly turned her head to look at Jiang Zichen in front of her.
Is he a child prodigy
But for the sake of dignity, Wen Ruan would of course deny it: "How is it possible hahahaha I hate him the most."
"But you just started drawing in my sketchbook."
Jiang Zishen put down his schoolbag calmly, took out a notebook from inside, spread out a page, and held it up to Wen Ruan: "Look, it also says 'Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan are united forever'."
Wen Ruan was silent.
There is nothing greater than death, and she didn't understand the meaning of this sentence until today.
"Can you give me this book?"
"Then you have to promise me something later."
This kid is still blackmailing
Wen Ruan gritted her teeth: "Success."
Fu Zhihuan parked the car at the gate of Jiangcheng Primary School.
The work ended earlier than expected, and the estimated time was almost exactly the end of the parent meeting.
Instead of going in, he leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette, looking down at the crowd coming and going at the school gate.
Finally, the gate of the school opened, and a few parents came out sporadically.
After a while, the crowd filled the school gate like a flood.
Fu Zhihuan narrowed his eyes and looked carefully for a while.
Finally, a figure was accurately captured from the crowd.
Wen Ruan looked very impressive among this group of parents and students. She was raising her head and talking to the people around her at the moment, with crooked eyebrows and a smile that couldn't be hidden.
Fu Zhihuan turned his gaze away.
A man stood beside Wen Ruan.
He looked about twenty-six or seventeen years old, tall and tall, and smelled like a book.
He looked back at the person in front of him, with a touch of tenderness in his eyes, and after a while, he stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Wen Ruan's head.
It was the setting sun at the moment, and there was still a glow in the sky.
In this scene, the picture looks very warm and beautiful.
Fu Zhihuan didn't move for a long time, but suddenly felt a little irritable.
He stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, and straightened his body leaning against the door. Then he stretched out his hand, closed the car door heavily, and walked towards Wen Ruan.
"Ah! I remembered, so at that time, it was you who asked someone to deliver milk tea to Qin Sushan to our dormitory every day!"
"Yes, yes, is she moved?"
"She gained ten catties, and then said every day in the dormitory that she must find this vicious villain who delivered milk tea."
"… sorry."
In a short period of time, perhaps because of the marriage of their good sisters, Wen Ruan and Qin Ziran have leapfrogged from the stage of "who is this person" to "good girlfriends".
"I'm about to take a taxi to take Jiang Zishen back first. Don't worry, this matter is on my shoulders. I will definitely trick Qin Sushan out to meet you."
Qin Ziran bowed gratefully: "Thank you."
However, when he stood up and looked up, he found a leaf above Wen Ruan's head. Without much thought, he subconsciously reached out and pulled the leaf away.
Wen Ruan glanced at it, but didn't take it seriously.
"Then I will leave this matter to you." Qin Ziran was extremely sincere.
Wen Ruan made a "harmful" sound, and waved his hands: "Don't take it to heart, we are all related, and we still care about these things."
"what relationship?"
A harsh male voice suddenly sounded.
Wen Ruan froze for a moment, feeling that the voice was somewhat familiar.
Fu Zhihuan lazily leaned against a pillar not far away, raised his chin at her, and asked with a half-smile, "Acquaintance?"
The author has something to say: Although there is no fat chapter.
But I double updated.
It's a day if I don't sleep!
Tomorrow I will also strive for double updates!
This chapter is also random 50 red envelopes!