Lin Yi didn't realize that in his eyes, Gu Caiwei's study of science was something that had already happened, so he just helped Gu Caiwei find the "right" path.
He was delayed twice in Lao Zhao's office and at the top of Linzhong. He arrived home a little late today, but he still shouted first as usual:
"I'm back."
But soon, he discovered that something was wrong with the atmosphere at home.
Father Lin was not in front of the TV today. Instead, he and Mother Lin were sitting at the dining table. The dishes on the table were extraordinarily rich, with two or three more dishes than usual.
The two looked at each other, and Yu Xiujuan said, "Wash your hands and eat first."
Taking advantage of the time to wash his hands, Lin Yi thought quickly. The posture just now seemed like a three-chamber trial. Did my incident happen?
But which thing is it?
He reviewed what happened when he returned home recently and found that it was most likely gambling.
Because Lin's father and Lin's mother usually don't turn on the computer, he didn't clear the browsing history or anything.
But it’s not like they don’t know how to use it. They used to occasionally play mahjong and cards on QQ games.
Too careless!
This cannot be discussed in detail.
Otherwise, there is no way to explain why they can guess the results of so many games correctly, especially since they all know that they did not watch football before.
You can’t say I’m Paul the Octopus?
He didn't think about Lao Zhao, thinking that he had "settled" him.
When Lin Yi sat down on the chair, his expression was still as usual. When he was young, he ate very quickly, and it only took a few minutes to finish two bowls of rice.
My parents were still a little hesitant and hesitated to speak.
If Lin Yi made up his mind and they didn't speak, he wouldn't take the initiative to explain.
"I'm stuffed."
He quickly put the bowl away, lay down on the sofa and turned on the TV. He did not go directly into the room because he knew that he would not be able to escape this conversation today.
After a while, Yu Xiujuan was cleaning up at the dining table.
Lin Guoqing came over, picked up the hot water bottle on the coffee table, filled his cup with tea leaves, and asked again: "Do you want it?"
Lin Yi knew in his heart that he was in charge of the conversation today, and there was a lot of fighting, so he said: "Just boil water."
"that……"
Lin Guoqing had just sat down, but he didn't expect the two of them to speak together.
"Do you know everything?" Lin Yi asked tentatively.
Lin Guoqing also breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had solved the problem of opening the conversation: "Yes, your teacher Zhao called your mother this afternoon."
Depend on!
Lao Zhao, if you don’t respect martial ethics, just try to stab me in the back!
Lin Yi cursed in his heart, but he felt more relaxed. He felt that this issue was easier to talk about.
It's normal for grades to fluctuate, but parents are not as keen as the class teacher on this point, and I have never been a top student since I entered Linzhong.
Lin Guoqing should have thought of his words this afternoon:
"Teacher Zhao said that your grades in the final exam have dropped too much this time. If you take the college entrance examination based on your current grade ranking, you won't even be able to pass one..."
Lin Yi disliked Lao Zhao for having a bad mouth.
In Lin'an Middle School, the power of this sentence is approximately equal to:
"Do you still have room to go down?"
Lin Guoqing continued: "Let us take good care of your study status. Also, we can't let you play however you want during this summer vacation."
"Although the contents of the first year of high school are not difficult, if the basics are lost, it will be difficult to catch up in the second and third years of high school. One step behind and one step behind..."
"He said that he had talked with you and suggested that you make up for classes during the summer vacation and let us make a good choice for you."
Lin Yixin said that Lao Zhao was setting up an ambush here. In fact, he was overly worried. Neither Lin's father nor Lin's mother were the kind of parents who liked to find trouble.
He said directly: "Teacher Zhao recommended a physics teacher, and you can also go there to find others."
Sure enough, Lin Guoqing agreed: "Teacher Zhao's recommendation is correct. Then sign up for this class. I will take you to pay the money tomorrow and Saturday."
Lin Yi had attended cram schools before, but not many. This was the first time he attended three classes at a time.
He was originally going to pay for it himself, but of course he didn't need it now.
It's not a small amount of money, but Lin Guoqing didn't blink an eye. He had to pay for his studies, not to mention that his son's good grades since he was a child can be considered as saving money.
Otherwise, if you choose a school, buy points, etc., there are too many tricks.
Lin Yi thought that the conversation was almost over here, but he didn't expect that Lin Guoqing had just started:
"Lin Yi, neither your mother nor I have gone to college. We haven't had any control over your studies since you were a child. We all relied on you..."
In Lin Yi's impression, Lin's father had always been a taciturn person. He rarely spoke in such a heart-to-heart tone. He calmed down and listened carefully.
"You are also very ambitious. Your grades have always been very good. You are the first in your family to pass the Intermediate School. In fact, your uncle and your uncle are all envious of you."
"I know that Linzhong is full of top students."
"In the past, when you were in elementary school or junior high school, you didn't feel like you were working hard, you just played around, and you were among the top in the exams."
"When you first entered Linzhong, you complained that your junior high school was too bad and you didn't know anyone."
"You said those good junior high school graduates seem to have friends everywhere and classmates in every class in their grade."
"You said you had a very good roommate, and you both went to the audition together. He passed every competitive class, but you didn't pass any of them."
"You said you were under a lot of pressure and felt that you were too wasted before."
"Those students who are engaged in competitions have already completed all their high school knowledge, joined the national team in their first year of high school, and have been admitted to T University and P University in advance..."
It's been too long.
In fact, Lin Yi didn't think much about these troubles in his boyhood. Unexpectedly, Lin Guoqing, who didn't talk much, remembered them all.
"Now that you are older, you talk less and less when you come home, and you don't tell us if you have something. I know we can't help you."
"I want to say that as long as you work hard on your studies, your mother and I have nothing to ask of you."
"The premise is that as long as you don't leave any regrets, don't feel that after you go to college, you have wasted three years of high school."
"I told you when you were a child, as long as you pass the exam, even if you go to the United States, we will still have to pay for it. We still say this now..."
He stretched out his calloused palms and scratched Lin Yi's arm slightly:
"I have gained some muscles and am now an adult."
He seemed to have finally finished what he wanted to say. He patted his legs and stood up, adding one last sentence:
"Don't feel pressured to tell you this. We think the second version is quite good."
"Look at Jack Ma from Factory A. He took the exam three times and failed to pass the exam. Now, aren't the graduates working for him?"
At that time, Majek had not yet become the father of people across the country, but he was already a household name in Lin'an.
Lin Yi lowered his head, not wanting his moist eyes to be seen, and sniffed imperceptibly.
He seemed to have a lot to say, but after all, like Lin Guoqing, he was not a person who showed his emotions. In the end, he just said in a low voice:
"I know, don't worry."
Father Lin walked away. This was probably the most heart-wrenching father-son conversation in ten years.
Lin Yi stood up, walked to the balcony and took a deep breath, letting the evening breeze of the summer night blow on his face, and his mood gradually calmed down.
He has realized his mistake.
For him, the final exam of the first year of high school was just a failure episode and an insignificant problem.
But for parents, there is nothing more important than this.