Chapter 42 Teacher's Home Visit
After dinner, Grandma Yan also asked about Hang Jingshu's grades.
Yan Cheng'an remained calm and just gave Hang Jingshu a look, which clearly meant that he let her speak for herself.
"Grandma, I did well in the exam this time. Next year's college entrance examination should be better than last year's." Hang Jingshu thought about it and decided not to say too much.
Grandma Yan was very happy to hear this: "That's good news. No. 1 Middle School is already the best school in the city. You can go there to repeat your studies."
Today's college entrance examination is not only a way for thousands of people to cross a single-plank bridge, but also a way to achieve class crossing.
Most of the cases of noble sons emerging from humble backgrounds happened in this era.
When it comes to repeating a grade, Hang Jingshu also directly expressed his thoughts: "Grandma, you know my family is poor. I plan to repeat my grades at home. I just need to take exams and understand my level on time."
Maybe he was in a relatively relaxed mood, or maybe he had been studying very well recently, Hang Jingshu was very satisfied with the score. After all, it was only the first monthly exam, and he still had a year to work hard.
When he was tutoring children in his previous life, Hang Jingshu discovered that learning progress also has a curve. The faster the progress in the early stage, the higher the bottleneck period is likely to be later.
So she had to advance steadily step by step. Although it felt great to ride on the wind, it was still the freest to be the wind.
This was the first time Grandma Yan had heard such a statement. She looked at Hang Jingshu in surprise and said, "I thought you would choose to repeat your studies. Don't you think being a babysitter would be embarrassing if it were to be spread out?"
Hearing this, Hang Jingshu approached Grandma Yan affectionately and said, "There's nothing bad about earning money with your own hands. I call it working part-time to pay for my studies."
Nowadays, there are many children whose families cannot afford to send their children to school, and there are even more who put all their family’s efforts into repeating their studies.
The ages of the candidates vary, and everyone wants to seize this hard-won opportunity.
Hang Jingshu didn't think it was shameful to make money without stealing or robbing.
There is an old saying that goes, "Laugh at the poor but not at the prostitutes." What is more terrible than temporary poverty is permanent poverty, and what is more terrible than poverty at home is poverty in the heart.
It is truly shameful to be complacent and cling to the so-called "false nobleness".
The money earned by bending over and working hard is hard-earned money, the money earned by traveling around is smart money, and if you fail to stand out when everyone is working hard to move forward, don't blame yourself for not keeping up with the trend of the times.
Hearing this, Grandma Yan smiled at Hang Jingshu even more lovingly and patted his arm: "Good boy, you are a down-to-earth person."
It was dim at night, and the light from the small kitchen shone on the stairs. Before Yan Cheng'an was about to go upstairs, he still stepped to the kitchen door.
Hang Jingshu was cleaning up the dishes when he was startled again by Yan Chengan's sudden appearance.
Is this person a cat?
Why do you walk without making any sound?
Fortunately, Hang Jingshu had a steady hand and did not throw away the dishes in his hands. After calming down for a while, Hang Jingshu spoke: "Mr. Yan, it's so late, is there anything else?"
Yan Cheng Ansheng was tall, and although he was thin, he still had a skeleton that could hold up his clothes. He wore a black sweater with a black turtleneck collar, and the two buttons of the shirt underneath were casually open, revealing his prominent Adam's apple and collarbone.
The light half-cast on Yan Chengan, making him look gentle yet sharp.
Although it can be seen that Yan Chengan is very smart, he has never been gentle and refined. He is more like a sharp weapon with data analysis.
Calm, sharp, and always speaks the truth.
That's the first impression he gives.
"Someone will come to visit our house tomorrow, so you should be prepared," Yan Cheng'an said, then turned around and went back to his room, leaving Hang Jingshu standing there stunned.
Home visit?
The teacher from the No. 1 Middle School in the city came to visit my home. Was it because of my grades?
Logically speaking, the No. 1 Middle School in the city has no shortage of good talents, but too many people failed the college entrance examination this year.
They all insisted on retaking the exam, but when they looked at their grades they found that they were all average, and no matter how much they retake the exam, their results wouldn't improve much.
But Hang Jingshu's test paper gave them great confidence. If such a good seedling was trained more carefully in the future, he would definitely be able to go to a key university, or even the highest institution of learning in the country.
As long as you make up for your weak points in mathematics, consolidate your basics and make up for the points you shouldn't have lost, you will definitely be a good candidate!
The next morning, when Hang Jingshu was preparing breakfast, Director Qi and Teacher Cai were already on their way to Yan's house.
Teacher Cai was very curious: "Director Qi, when did the Yan family have another high school student?"
Director Qi was also confused about this, "I don't know about this either, we'll find out when we get there."
A few years ago, the Yan family produced Yan Cheng'an, who was also very popular at the time.
This time there is another good seedling.
Teacher Cai felt jealous just thinking about it. Why were other people's good seedlings growing like vegetables, one after another?
Thinking of the one in my own home.
Oh, let’s not talk about it.
After entering the compound, Director Qi took Teacher Cai to Yan's house and met many acquaintances along the way.
It just so happened that Su Xiangwan also came to visit today with some things in hand.
The two groups met right in front of the gate of Yan's courtyard.
Su Xiangwan was wearing a white knee-length windbreaker, which made her look slim and neat. Her loose curly hair gave her an intellectual temperament. She was carrying some fruits and Haicheng pastries in her hands.
Director Qi and Teacher Cai rode their bicycles over and bumped into the well-dressed Su Xiangwan, so they inevitably looked a little unruly.
"Director Qi, are you here to see Cheng'an too?" Su Xiangwan casually played with her curly hair. Although she was talking to Director Qi, her tone revealed that she had a close relationship with the Yan family.
Director Qi also knew everything about the affair between his daughter and Su Xiangwan.
"Well, Xiao Su came to see Xiao Yan today. That's perfect. Let's go in together." Director Qi carefully adjusted his Zhongshan suit, not wanting to embarrass the young lady.
Su Xiangwan was disdainful in his heart, but his expression remained gentle. He walked forward and knocked on the door.
It was Yu Lihong who opened the door. She had heard Xiaohang say early in the morning that people from the No. 1 Middle School in the city were coming to visit their home, but she didn't expect that Su Xiangwan would also come with them.
Qi Yanqiu, Su Xiangwan and Yu Lihong all knew each other, and the competition between them was a big gossip.
Why is Director Qi standing here with Su Xiangwan?
"Ah, Director Qi, Teacher Cai, Miss Su, please come in," Yu Lihong was stunned for only a moment, then quickly welcomed them in.
By the way, he shouted to the kitchen: "Xiao Hang, cut more fruit!"
Hang Jingshu was cutting fruit in the kitchen. When he heard the noise, he carefully tidied his clothes. After making sure that they were not dirty, he carried the fruit plate to the living room.
Grandma Yan was having a pleasant conversation with Director Qi in the living room. Su Xiangwan just greeted them and didn't get a word in.
When Hang Jingshu passed by, he became a punching bag.
"Xiao Hang, please wash and cut the fruits I brought. These are fresh imported fruits." Su Xiangwan seemed eager to show Director Qi her status in the Yan family.
But when she saw Hang Jingshu, her eyes widened in shock: "Why are you so white?!"