Chapter 21 Parents' Meeting
On the day of the parent-teacher meeting, when Jiang Zhao arrived at school, there were already quite a few cars parked on the road near the school.
Most of the students in their school come from wealthy families.
When he was in junior high school, Jiang Zhao had witnessed the grand spectacle of a parent-teacher meeting where the school gate was blocked by all kinds of luxury cars. No matter if you had a convertible Ferrari or a limited edition Rolls-Royce, you had to be a turtle all the way to Mingyuan.
It is precisely because the family is wealthy that parents can learn about various specialties in advance, enroll their children in various training courses and make study plans based on their children's studies. They can then fight their way through the crowd and be admitted to Mingyuan, enjoy better teachers and environment, get higher grades, and make a name for themselves.
It was still early and there were fewer people coming through the back door. Lin Chongyang and several other students from other classes were squatting at the school gate, bored.
The school student union was responsible for the reception. Chen Bailing joined the Arts and Literature Department, and Lin Chongyang joined the presidium. They were all called to the school to help.
Jiang Zhao came over: "I want to complain about your poor service."
Lin Chongyang rolled his eyes at her, jumped up, took a half step back with one leg, swung his arms back, and said in a loud voice: "Welcome."
Jiang Zhao: “…”
Lin Chongyang squatted on the ground again: "Where are your parents?"
"If I have any problem, I'll prescribe it for myself," said Jiang Zhao.
Parent-teacher meetings, to be more precise, should be the parent open day on campus, where parents of students can come to visit the school and attend a meeting to be scolded by the teacher. Most students are unwilling to come.
"Awesome." Lin Chongyang said.
Downstairs of the teaching building, Luo Yan was giving directions to someone.
The boy was cold and indifferent, which was completely inconsistent with the school's requirement of smiling service. Jiang Zhao knew that if the school had not required it, he would have left long ago.
But the parent opposite looked very satisfied, with a constant smile on his face. After asking for directions, he asked about his grades, and became even more satisfied after knowing the results.
Seeing that the next step was about to start the household registration check, Jiang Zhao, having watched enough of the excitement, came out and called out, "Classmate, the teacher is calling you."
Under the reluctant gaze of the parent, Luo Yan and Jiang Zhao turned into the stairs.
There was no one in the corridor, so Jiang Zhao asked knowingly, "What did that uncle say to you?"
Luo Yan looked at her helplessly: "Ask for directions."
Jiang Zhao looked at him with a look of disbelief. Luo Yan continued, "Someone also said that his child is in Class 8. I hope we can meet him..."
Parents believe that academic performance is paramount. As long as the students can get good grades, even premature love, which is something they are afraid of, is acceptable.
Jiang Zhao: "Then what do you say?"
"I didn't say anything until you interrupted me."
"Wow, that's so sorry."
"His child is a boy."
Jiang Zhao realized that Luo Yan was joking on purpose. She ran forward two steps, stood on the steps, turned around and asked, "Guess why I came to school?"
Without waiting for Luo Yan to answer, she said, "Brother Xiong asked me to share my learning experience."
The girl was very proud. If she had a tail, it would probably reach the sky.
Luo Yan smiled and said, "Then guess why I came?"
Jiang Zhao blinked: "You want to share too?"
Luo Yan hummed.
Jiang Zhao was quite happy, but also felt strange: "What experience do you have? Go up and say that I was born smart and just made a little insignificant effort?"
Luo Yan nodded thoughtfully: "It's not impossible."
Jiang Zhao pretended to tut a sound of disgust.
Luo Yan: "Then I wonder what my deskmate's experience was? An epiphany?"
Jiang Zhao knew that he probably heard her chatting with Yue Liangjie.
She said that to Yue Liangjie because from Yue Liangjie's perspective, they had just not seen each other for one summer vacation, and she had changed so much. She couldn't tell Yue Liangjie that it was because she was reborn and had learned for ten more years.
So, she used a seemingly outrageous excuse to get away with it.
But she didn't want to be perfunctory with Luo Yan.
She stood on the steps and turned to look at him. "Yes...find a goal. Intrinsic motivation can stimulate learning interest more than exogenous motivation. Did you attend the politics class? According to dialectical materialism, internal factors are the fundamental reason for the development of things."
When the girl spoke, her eyes seemed to twinkle with stars.
Luo Yan looked at her and asked, "What is your goal?"
Jiang Zhao lowered his head slightly.
“My goal is…”
My target is you.
Jiang Zhao bit his lip. "Math... I love math. Didn't I say my goal is to win the gold medal in the national competition?"
She asked guiltily, "What is your goal?"
"I think…"
Luo Yan paused, then looked at Jiang Zhao: "I haven't thought about it."
He seemed to have never thought about what career he wanted to pursue, where he would study for the college entrance examination, what place he would get in the next exam, or what he would do tomorrow.
"Ah?" Jiang Zhao was stunned for a moment.
Luo Yan said softly: "I don't know."
Jiang Zhao suddenly laughed: "Because it's so easy to achieve?"
"Maybe," he said.
Jiang Zhao curled his lips and said, "When I was little, I always wondered whether I should go to Tsinghua or Peking University. When I grew up, I realized... I could just choose whatever I wanted."
"Where do you want to choose?" Luo Yan asked.
He looked very serious, as if he would give the same answer as Jiang Zhao asked.
Jiang Zhao was slightly stunned: "I haven't thought about it yet."
She ran upstairs quickly: "You go back, I'm going to find Brother Xiong."
Then he waved his hand again: "Bye."
Several teachers were in the office. Seeing her come in, Guoxiong was very happy to find someone to do the work: "Class representative, you're here just in time. Cut this and distribute it."
Transcript of the joint entrance examination of eight schools.
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When the parent-teacher meeting was about to begin, Luo Yan returned to the classroom.
After turning the stairs, he saw Jiang Zhao standing against the wall at the classroom door.
"Why don't you go in?" he asked.
The girl raised her head: "I'm waiting for you."
She pulled a long slip of paper from her pocket, pinched the two ends, and pulled it apart: "Ding ding ding."
It says
Jiang Zhao ranked 1362 in Chinese and 1501 in Mathematics...
He looked behind him.
Total score: 732
1st in class and 1st in grade
She twisted the ends of the paper up and down. "Two points higher than you, I win!"
"Genius, I've figured it out for you." She said, "Your goal is to beat me in future exams. How about that?"
Jiang Zhao was very nervous.
In his previous life, Jiang Zhao asked the same question.
At that time, the boy just smiled and said that he wanted to be a mathematician.
It sounds like the innocent words of a child, but Jiang Zhao firmly believes that he will realize his dream.
From then on, Jiang Zhao no longer resisted math problems that she had no idea how to solve. She began to enjoy the process of thinking when facing difficult problems, and the wonderful feeling of inspiration after racking her brains.
Because the person she likes likes it, she seems to gradually understand the wonders of mathematics.
But when she asked the same question again, his answer changed.
She caught a moment of loneliness in Luo Yan's eyes.
That glance struck her heart.
She suddenly realized that in her previous life, she had never actually understood Luo Yan.
Even the so-called mathematicians are liars.
What a selfish person she was, like a dodder, drawing nourishment from him, climbing up. Until she finally reached the top of the mountain she once admired, overlooking the mountains and rivers, with her hands able to pick the stars, she left him where he was.
If the future is a cliff, I will always walk ahead of you this time.
So, promise me.
He looked at the narrow piece of paper for a long time.
It was so long that time seemed to stop, so long that Jiang Zhao felt he was going to suffocate to death.
She saw the corners of his lips curled up, and the aloofness and indifference between his eyebrows and eyes under his long black eyelashes were dispelled by the smile on his lips, and her figure was reflected in his peach blossom eyes.
He said, "Okay."
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