Fangyuan said: "It has been a week since Ji Yangyang ran away from home. There is no news yet. His wife Liu Jing has cancer again and is admitted to the hospital. It seems that she has also encountered a lot of problems in her career. It is understandable that Lao Ji is in a bad mood."

Tong Wenjie said enthusiastically: "Oh, he can vent his anger on others when he is in a bad mood?"

"You can't say that. In the final analysis, Fang Yifan is also responsible. If he didn't make the spoof picture at the beginning, things would not have developed to this point."

"Fang Yuan, what are you talking about?"

Tong Wenjie said confidently: "If Ji Yangyang didn't drive the Ferrari into the school, would what happened today be possible?"

Fangyuan thought about it and felt that what she said was right or wrong, but she wanted to refute it, but she couldn't find a suitable reason, and she still didn't dare, so she simply shut her mouth and ignored her.

"What's wrong? I have nothing to say? So you men, when something goes wrong, you always find excuses to shirk responsibility and don't have the courage to take responsibility. Look at Song Qian and Yingzi, do you know how many points Yingzi got in the test this time? 623 points, from

The top three in grade fell to the top 20s. Is it Qiao Weidong's fault? He still had the nerve to say that he did this for Yingzi's good. Isn't this a shirking of responsibility? "

"Yes, yes, my wife, you are right. All the mistakes are Qiao Weidong's fault. He should not play with toys according to Yingzi, let alone deceive the teacher."

Tong Wenjie glared at him and walked towards the corridor with her head held high like a winner. When her eyes swept across the first floor, she didn't forget to curl her lips. She disliked Ji Shengli for not being able to educate his son well, which made his current work and life a mess.

But it's like everything is caused by them.

Fangyuan didn't dare to say a word and walked forward in silence.

"I told Fangyuan, don't mention this matter when you get home, otherwise Fang Yifan will think we are talking about him."

"Okay, I understand, wife."

"Also, you are not allowed to learn from Ji Shengli in the future. If Fang Yifan also runs away from home... I really can't imagine..."

"I promise, I promise not to learn from Lao Ji, that's all."

…

Several days passed and there was still no news from Ji Yangyang.

This time, even Liu Jing's parents were alarmed. Friends, colleagues, relatives, police, and bounties were all used, but he still could not be found. It was already the 21st century, and he seemed to have disappeared from the world.

That's the way it is, no news is good news.

Liu Jing and Ji Shengli could only comfort themselves in this way.

Lin Yue would occasionally visit the hospital, buy flowers, make some snacks and so on. With his guidance, Liu Jing was relatively calm.

He knows better than anyone else about Ji Yangyang's situation.

The 18-year-old rebellious high school student may miss the life where he could live in five-star hotels, drive luxury cars and eat in restaurants after leaving his family, but he rarely thinks about how anxious his parents would be if they couldn't find their children. Of course, even if

Ji Yangyang regretted it. Now he wants to go home, but he doesn't have the ability.

He thought it would be good for such idiots, who are ignorant of blessings despite being blessed, to see how dangerous the world is outside the protective circle of loved ones.

At the end of November, as the cold wave from Siberia moved south, the temperature in Beijing dropped sharply. Even with the strong firepower, boys who were wearing sweatshirts and jackets a few days ago had to change into thick down jackets, and those who rode bicycles to school also wore

Hat and gloves.

It was so cold outside that there were clouds of white mist every time you opened your mouth, but it was still very warm inside the teaching building. The students were dressed as if they were spring and autumn, wearing school uniforms and chatting and spanking in the corridor.

Wang Yidi took the art examination materials given to him by Pan Shuai and left the office, and Lin Yue sat on the chair opposite.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yes, give me a copy of the art examination materials."

Pan Shuai was stunned for a moment, and was very surprised by Lin Yue's words: "You are here on behalf of Jiang Nuohan, right? What's the shame? You asked her to come by herself, and I just have a few words to say to her.

"

Jiang Nuohan's grades were not very good and she only scored over 480 points in the midterm exam. However, I heard that this little girl can sing quite well, so taking the art exam might be a way out.

Of course, to a certain extent, accepting the art exam means giving up in the competition in regular subjects. With Jiang Nuohan's character and family background, both of his parents graduated from Peking University, it is normal to be embarrassed to see him.

things.

Lin Yue said: "I don't want it for her, I want it for myself."

"Are you kidding? I don't have time to argue with you. Go ahead and cool off."

Pan Shuai suddenly felt that he was wasting his life and time talking to this guy. After meeting Director Kong last time, he talked to the principal and Fan Yong respectively, and finally understood what those two people were thinking, and why Huang Kaijun asked him

Don't rush to seek Lin Yue's opinion on the matter of being recommended to Beijing Foreign Studies University. The main purpose is to prevent students from being distracted and to prepare well for the Municipal Youth Sports Championship. The two of them are inclined to send Lin Yue to the sports school because

Various training data show that this problem child, which has caused headaches for teachers and students in the school, does have the potential to become an Olympic champion.

Which one is more promising, being recommended to Beijing Foreign Studies University to study language or representing the country in the Olympics? Unless he becomes an excellent diplomat or a big boss.

Choosing the former will benefit individuals in most cases, but what about the latter? The entire school, and even school leaders and teachers, can benefit.

So no matter which one he chooses in the end, he has one foot in a key undergraduate college.

What's more, judging from the midterm exam, this kid is not incompetent, but deliberately not working hard on the right path. He is thinking about side tricks every day. Now he comes to ask for the information for the art exam. What does he want to do? He eats and looks at the bowl.

In the pot?

"give or not?"

"No." Pan Shuai added: "Don't you understand the principle of biting off more than you can chew? Your task now is to seize the time to prepare for the championship, come back with a championship, and win for the school... ahem... and for yourself.

Gain honor and future."

Lin Yue said: "You won't give it, right? Then don't blame me for skipping the competition. When Principal Huang asked me, I said the responsibility was yours, and don't you think my paintings are quite good?"

Pan Shuai shivered when he heard this.

"Okay, okay, I'll give you one."

He reluctantly handed over the information in his hand.

But having said that, his understanding of how good Lin Yue played the saxophone was only limited to his niece's description, but when it came to painting, he had seen it with his own eyes. As mentioned above, he was quite talented.

, maybe you can actually get into Central America, Central America or something like that.

But in the final analysis, it is still biased.

Lin Yue took the information, glanced at it, and muttered in a low voice: "Betel or China Theater, which one is better?"

After saying this, he stood up and left. Pan Shuai was stunned for a while before he realized, Nortel? China Drama? Has anything to do with art?

"What did you say? Tell me again."

When he chased him to the door, no one was there, and he happened to bump into Li Meng walking over with reference materials.

"Who are you angry with?"

"Who else could it be?"

Fang Yifan went to the parallel class, Ji Yangyang ran away from home for more than a week, and there was only one person left who could make Pan Shuai so troubled.

"what happened again?"

"Although all roads lead to Rome, have you ever seen someone skipping the high-speed train and climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing meadows?"

"Hmph, I want to see what tricks he can do."

Li Meng was very unhappy because she suddenly thought of the conversation on the day Ci'er Tou transferred to another school. At that time, she was quite dissatisfied with the poor teaching quality of 156 Middle School and the sprint class did not want to accept his wishes.

If he doesn't study hard, others may think he is a weirdo, but from her point of view, it can be described as provocation and contempt.

"Look at those retired Olympic champions, how many of them have no secret injuries? Look at those painters, most of them were popularized after they died. The only end result of relying on talent and arrogance is to be taught by reality."

Pan Shuai did not dare to refute, but just responded with a smile.

Li Meng is such a person, "Learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and you will not be afraid of traveling all over the world" - this sentence has been deeply ingrained in her heart.

…

Lin Yue came out of the office and happened to see a group of people surrounding Fang Yifan to praise him.

"Fang Hou'er, your dancing video has been posted on Kuaishou's discovery page. It's so awesome, it's like a big hit."

"One million likes, a whole million likes."

"Look at this dance, I want to learn it too."

"Fifty yuan? You're too dark."

"..."

Wang Yidi sat on the chair next to him, very unconvinced.

"Fifty dollars to learn this? I won't even learn it for five dollars."

Fang Yifan was anxious: "Wang Yidi, what do you mean by this?"

"I'm going to tell you the truth, you are lucky, did you know that you won the lottery? Really, there are so many videos like this on the Internet, they are just a flash in the pan."

"I said you are a phoenix tail. Oh no, you can't touch the phoenix tail now. You are a chicken head now. Can you die if you admit that others are better than you?"

"You can't say that. I didn't do well in the exam this time and I am also the first in the parallel class. But I am much better than you who are the last in the exam. And I don't need such high scores at all."

"Ouch." Fang Yifan said in a weird way: "There are still people who don't care about their own grades? Who do you want to learn from? Just that person in the basic class..."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his head and said, "Hey, it really means Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here, the real master is here."

"Lin Yue is here, Lin Yue is here."
To be continued...