Chapter 25 Transfer Student
When Luo Yan got home, Xu Xin had not returned yet.
Luo Wenchuan was rarely at home. He sat in the living room, reading several drafts of papers in his hands.
Hearing the door open, Luo Wenchuan glanced at him and asked, "Where's your mother? Didn't she go to the parent-teacher conference for you?"
Luo Yan hung the key at the door, his expression indifferent: "I don't know."
"You didn't come back with her?"
Luo Yan hummed.
"Did you have meal?"
"I've eaten with my classmates." Luo Yan said.
Upon hearing this, Luo Wenchuan seemed to let out an inaudible sneer.
When a man reaches forty, the youthful drive and sharpness in him are smoothed out, making him appear more refined. In addition, he has a successful career. Although it is difficult for Xu Xin to get promoted in the district government, he has the advantage of stability.
Luo Yan's grades are also excellent.
In the community, everyone envies their family when they talk about it.
But Luo Yan just felt annoyed. He said, "Nothing else, I'll go back to my room."
Luo Wenchuan said slowly: "Xiao Yan, she is your mother, can't you be a little polite?"
"I understand." Luo Yan didn't even turn his head.
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The next day, Jiang Zhao got up very early.
Jiang Wei not only sent her clothes, but also bought a lot of new ones, some of which didn't even have the tags removed.
Most of the new clothes were pink or white. Jiang Zhao took out a dress, looked at the strings of bows on it, and then glanced at the price.
I can only say that it combines Jiang Wei's imagination of high school girls' dressing taste with the exaggerated prices of luxury goods very well.
Finally, Jiang Zhao found a hooded sweatshirt and a white miniskirt.
I took two more bottles of milk from the refrigerator.
Thinking about it, the cook that Jiang Wei hired would be here soon, she tore off a note and wrote: I won’t be going home today, so you don’t have to cook.
It was posted on the refrigerator.
Before going out, Jiang Zhao looked at himself in the full-length mirror.
She smiled, and the person in the mirror also smiled, with eyes curved and a canine tooth revealed.
Perfect.
Jiang Zhao arrived at the classroom and wrote some questions for a while. She heard footsteps, looked up, and saw Luo Yan walking in.
He was still wearing his school uniform. Although the school's sportswear looked good on him, Jiang Zhao couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Is this considered a straight man?
Luo Yan put his schoolbag on the table.
"Good morning." Jiang Zhao said.
Luo Yan replied, "Good morning."
Jiang Zhao took out some milk from his schoolbag: "Here, have you finished your homework?"
"Um."
Luo Yan ignored the teacher's lecture progress and did the exercise books handed out by the school. For example, he finished all the math exercises "Wang Houxiong" in the first week of school.
The bright orange sweatshirt makes the girl's skin look glowing white. There is a smile in her eyes, and she seems to be thinking about something bad.
Luo Yan looked at the milk in his hand.
Bribery?
Luo Yan still said: "I can't copy it for you."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "History and geography are fine."
"Am I that kind of person?" Jiang Zhao pretended to be heartbroken. She pulled out the competition book she had been working on recently and said, "I've finished the book we talked about last time."
She slammed the brick-like competition question on the table and said the line she had thought about many times: "If you don't know, ask me!"
Luo Yan opened the book.
The girl's handwriting was very neat, every stroke was so neat that it was even a little childish. It was the first time that Luo Yan saw someone write a math problem so neatly and seriously.
He said, "Then...thank you, Teacher Jiang?"
"You're welcome, Luo. Let's help each other."
Jiang Zhao was overjoyed: "Besides, Luo Yan is so smart, he will definitely be able to win during the competition..."
She met the boy's helpless eyes and couldn't continue her performance because of her smile.
This is what Luo Yan said to her in her previous life.
During a break in the parent-teacher conference, he ran into her, who had come to the conference alone and was crying in an empty classroom because of her unsatisfactory grades.
Luo Yan came to the empty classroom at some point. He took the initiative to ask her if she wanted to come to school tomorrow to do homework together.
He said, “I can teach you.”
The next day, he brought Jiang Zhao a math workbook and a New Concept English book. "I've done this one. Focus on the asterisked ones. If you don't understand something, you can ask me."
After junior high school, Jiang Zhao had never received such straightforward kindness from his classmates, let alone the "academic god" who was usually unattainable.
She asked cautiously, "Why?"
He said, “We were desk mates.”
He was silent for a moment, then continued, "Besides, I think you're very smart. As long as you overcome your fear of difficulty and find some tricks, you'll definitely do well in the exam."
His words were full of encouragement, and he looked at her with a firm gaze.
Even she didn't believe in herself anymore.
In 2013, Luo Yan was the only one who believed that Jiang Zhao could do it.
At around eleven o'clock, Lin Chongyang returned to the classroom.
Seeing him come in, Jiang Zhao asked in confusion, "Are you guys done with your lessons today?"
"Oh no." Lin Chongyang took a sip of water and slumped in his seat, complaining, "I think you're right not to go. It's too boring."
The lecturer was a sophomore teacher who talked nonsense for nearly an hour in the morning, from the history of the competition to the subsequent competition process, which made Lin Chongyang drowsy.
And according to what the teacher said, he only planned to cover trigonometric functions, solid geometry, and inequalities. These three modules are relatively simple and easy to score in the competition.
Obviously, the school's training is just to get a place in the main competition.
Lin Chongyang didn't care whether Jiang Zhao and Luo Yan listened or not, and continued to complain: "Besides, he likes to ask people to come up and do the exercises. He can spend an hour on one problem, and he has only explained two problems in almost two hours."
He said, "I'm going to tell Brother Xiong that I can't go down."
Jiang Zhao thought for a moment and asked, "Is there no one left in our class?"
She and Luo Yan hadn't planned to go from the beginning. Yang Ziwen was in poor health and didn't attend, and Lin Chongyang went for half a day and then ran away.
"And Jiang Shengnan." Lin Chongyang said.
"Hmm?" Jiang Zhao looked up at him: "Didn't you say you weren't selected?"
"Who knows?"
When attending the competition class today, Jiang Shengnan specifically chose an empty seat to sit in, and Lin Chongyang didn't bother to ask.
Chen Huaiyu sat with Su Chen again, and Lin Chongyang was surrounded by the second-year students. He wanted to chat with no one but him.
If his position hadn't been too close and conspicuous, he would have already started playing with his phone.
Lin Chongyang saw Jiang Zhao looking at his phone, so he came over and asked, "Who are you talking to?"
Jiang Zhao put down his phone: "Xiang Xingzhi, he said his brother is the top student in the High School Affiliated to the University of Science and Technology, and scored 721."
"Isn't that one point lower than Pei Gou? Brother Xiong will be so happy." Lin Chongyang sat down in front of Jiang Zhao and said, "Class representative, can you lend me your Chinese homework so I can copy it?"
"Brother Xiong would be happier if you also learned Chinese."
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On the morning of the first day after the holiday, the grade list was delivered to the first-year high school teaching building.
Perhaps it was the illusion brought about by being the top student in the grade, Jiang Zhao felt that he was the center of attention from the very beginning of the morning.
In the classroom, there is an extra table next to the podium.
Jiang Zhao returned to his seat: "Why are there special seats? Who wants to enjoy this honor?"
"No." Chen Bailing turned around and said, "There's going to be a transfer student in our class."
Jiang Zhao: "Transfer student?"
Should I transfer directly to the key class one of Mingyuan No. 1 Middle School at this time?
Mingyuan has many boarding students who have paid high tuition fees. Even after paying, they can only go to ordinary classes. At most, they can wait until the second year of high school when the students are divided into arts and science majors, then they can be re-assigned to the same class.
Now all the students who are admitted to the two key classes are admitted through hard work.
If I can transfer directly to Class 1, is there really anyone who can donate a building?
Chen Bailing nodded: "Yes, I heard it's a boy, and he's quite handsome."
"You know this too?"
"The students in Class 10 told me that they all took the joint entrance exam for the eight schools and will be taking it in the last examination room."
Jiang Zhao took out his math homework and said, "Hand it in first."
Chen Bailing: "Let me see yours first."
Not only was it confiscated, but it was also lost.
Jiang Zhao was collecting homework in the classroom. When he reached the first row, Wang Guoxiong walked into the classroom.
"Quiet."
Brother Xiong announced: "We have a new student in our class today, let's get to know each other first."
She turned her head and shouted to the door, "Come in."
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