General Peng was not moved to tears. Instead, his brows furrowed even deeper. "Are you causing trouble at school again?"
Transferring schools is not the first time for Peng Guoqing.
A poor student will still be a poor student even if he changes schools.
The college entrance examination is coming soon, and Peng Guoqing will be going abroad soon. If it is not a particularly big trouble, Mr. Peng feels that he can tolerate his useless son for a while longer.
Since I'm not studying seriously at school anyway, does it matter which school I go to?
The disdain in his father's tone stung Peng Guoqing.
He opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself, but didn't know where to start.
"I'm going to transfer to Rongcheng... Don't you think Xie Qian is capable and let me keep in touch with him? I've thought about it for a long time and I think I have to be closer. As the saying goes, a meeting is a sign of affection. If I hang around him all day, then I'll be his best friend!"
If Peng Guoqing said that he wanted to study hard and make progress every day, General Peng would not believe a word he said.
But Peng Guoqing's excuse was very good.
Young people's feelings are indeed developed through interaction.
This useless son is not good at anything, but he has some talent in building relationships.
The same is true for the circle of young people in Beijing. If you hang out with a bunch of playboys, you will only become worse and worse. If you hang out with people like Xie Qian, you can't get any worse than you are now.
Mr. Peng readily agreed: "Sure, I'll have my secretary arrange for you to transfer to another school."
No one asked Peng Guoqing why he suddenly had this idea.
This is how the father and son get along on a daily basis.
Mr. Peng asked his son if he had anything else to say. Peng Guoqing thought that since he had already made a phone call, he should at least ask for some benefits, so he followed his father's tone and mentioned pocket money.
General Peng was not surprised at all.
——You really can’t expect too much from trash!
"I'll ask my secretary to transfer the money to the account."
After saying this, General Peng hung up the phone.
Peng Guoqing laughed at himself.
In fact, he has no shortage of pocket money.
Before, I chased Xie Qian and wanted to lend him money, not just to make fun of him.
He really has a lot of money, enough pocket money to spend on parties and treating people.
Sometimes he actually doesn't want money, he wants something else, but his mother doesn't understand what he wants, and his father is too lazy to take the time to understand.
When I wanted to smoke again, I caught a glimpse of "Teenage Idol" thrown on the sofa.
The book says that everyone is his own idol.
Peng Guoqing thought it was so pretentious.
There aren't so many idols in this world!
...Without trash as a foil, how can the idol's brilliance be highlighted?!
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