"Boss, what nonsense are you talking about? You and Miaomiao don't have time, and Chenchen doesn't have that much time either. He's in the third year of junior high school this year! He has to study hard too, so where would he find the time?"
Ren Surong reacted and directly rejected Du Bin's proposal.
Hearing Ren Surong's words, Du Chen instantly felt relieved. Fortunately, his mother was still sensible.
Jia Xiaomin, who was standing by, looked at Du Bin with amusement, then glanced at the expressionless Ding Miaomiao, and realized that her daughter had already discussed with Du Bin at some point to let Du Chen write the speech.
"Mom, Miaomiao and I really don't have time to write this speech. You said Du Chen didn't have time to write it either. How about you and Dad take the trouble? You can think of a way to write it. It's not a serious matter anyway. We can just go up and give an explanation when the time comes."
Du Bin's proposal again made Ren Surong shake his head. This was even more ridiculous. Asking him and Lao Du to write the speech was a joke!
But in an instant, after hearing Du Bin's opinion, Ren Surong felt that he had opened the door to a new world. He and Du could not write it, but Jia Xiaomin next to him had a ready-made speech. After all, she was a teacher. Wouldn't it be easy for her to write the speech?
When Jia Xiaomin saw Ren Surong staring at her, she instantly had a bad premonition. Before she could react, Ren Surong spoke to her.
"Xiao Jia, it's really not appropriate for us to let Du Bin and Miao Miao waste their time writing this speech. It's a waste of time and energy. Chen Chen doesn't have the time. Lao Du and I are not well educated. It wouldn't be good if you let us write the speech and make something ridiculous and embarrass Du Bin and Miao Miao!"
"Xiao Jia, you're different. You're well-educated and used to be a teacher. How about you take on the burden and write this speech for Du Bin and Miao Miao?"
Ren Surong said to Jia Xiaomin with a smile, it's like a fox that stole a chicken.
Jia Xiaomin never expected that the melon would fall on her head, and she felt her head was a little big in an instant.
"Sister Ren, this is not good, right?"
Jia Xiaomin asked Ren Surong hesitantly.
"Xiao Jia, it's okay. I believe you! You're definitely better than me and Lao Du."
Ren Surong said to Jia Xiaomin with a smile on his face, let anyone write it, I definitely don't want to write it. Coincidentally, Jia Xiaomin had the same idea, let anyone write it, I definitely don't want to do it.
Jia Xiaomin thought about it again and said to Ren Surong.
"Sister Ren, although I used to be a teacher, I taught chemistry. I also studied science back then. I'm fine with hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, and boron, but I really don't have the ability to write. Besides, even if I could write, my style would definitely be very different from that of children. Everyone would know it was written by an adult, which is not good."
Jia Xiaomin racked her brains to think of excuses to escape this task.
Ren Surong nodded after hearing this. She agreed with Jia Xiaomin's statement. After all, there is a difference between an adult's writing style and a student's writing style, and it is indeed not the most perfect method.
"So what should we do? How about you two, Du Bin, try writing something?"
Ren Surong said to Du Bin and Ding Miaomiao with a headache, and began to blame the school for making trouble. Why not just issue the certificates and awards? Why make so many troubles? She completely forgot that she just agreed with Du Bin and Ding Miaomiao's speeches on stage.
"Mom, why don't we just forget about it? I'll just tell my homeroom teacher that I forgot to write it, and then just go up and say a few words. I'm graduating next year anyway, so I'll just let it go!"
When Du Bin saw that the situation was not right, he retreated to advance, but his eyes were always fixed on Du Chen, trying to use his actions to make Ren Surong change her mind.
Seeing that the current situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable to him, Du Chen, who was eager to leave the battlefield, spoke to Ren Surong first.
"Mom, it's getting late. Let's have lunch first. There's no rush for this. Why don't we wait until Dad and Uncle Ding come back? Oh, Mom, Aunt Xiao Jia, can Uncle Ding write? He's the director of a police station after all. Doesn't he have to report to his superiors often? Does he have to attend meetings with his subordinates? Uncle Ding must have some rich public speaking experience. Let's wait for Uncle Ding to come back in the evening and chat with him!"
The more Du Chen spoke, the more excited he became. The more he spoke, the more he felt that his idea made sense. He could also take the opportunity to throw this difficult task to Lao Ding. Du Chen praised his own wit.
"Uncle Ding, I'm sorry. I'd rather die than let my friend die!"
Du Chen said silently in his heart.
"Yes, yes, let's eat first and we can think of the rest in the evening!"
Ren Surong looked at the quartz clock on the wall and found that they had been chatting for almost half an hour. Usually, the children would have finished their meals and were ready for a nap, but today they had not had lunch yet.
"Brother, you are really good!"
When going up to the second floor, Du Chen walked behind Du Bin and said gritting his teeth.
"Hey, those who are capable should do more work. Besides, isn't writing your specialty? You can finish something in a short time, but Miaomiao and I may not need to spend that long."
Du Bin was not ashamed but proud and said to Du Chen happily.
Du Chen was choked by Du Bin's words and couldn't say anything. Besides, they had already reached the second floor, so they decided to eat first.
During dinner, the three Dubin children ate their meals quietly. Ren Surong and Jia Xiaomin were whispering to each other. Du Chen pricked up his ears to eavesdrop. It seemed that they were discussing adopting Du Chen's suggestion and having Old Ding write a manuscript for Du Bin and Ding Miaomiao. As for the writing style, Du Bin and Ding Miaomiao would revise it themselves. If that didn't work, Du Chen could revise it to a style that suited the students. Du Chen smiled to himself, feeling that he had a sure thing.
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When Du Chen and the other two returned to the store in the evening, they saw Comrade Lao Du, Ren Surong, Lao Ding and Jia Xiaomin sitting neatly in the store.
"Du Bin, you guys put your bags away quickly, let's go out for dinner!"
Before Du Bin and the others could react, Comrade Lao Du spoke to Du Bin.
The three of them went upstairs and put their schoolbags away. When they arrived on the first floor, Comrade Lao Du and others were already waiting for them outside the store.
"Dad, where are we going to eat?"
Du Chen asked Comrade Lao Du casually.
"Just across the street. Your mom has already booked a private room for this afternoon to celebrate your brother and Miaomiao's good grades!"
Comrade Lao Du said to Du Chen with a smile that when he and Lao Ding came back in the evening and heard the results of Du Bin and the other child in the provincial competition, they were both stunned for a moment. Although they had thought about the results of the two children many times, when they really knew that they had achieved good results, their minds became blank in an instant.
After all, the results this time have a different meaning. Being able to add 20 points to the college entrance examination means that Du Bin and Ding Miaomiao are one step closer to university, and they can even consider better schools.
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