"The school is very good, the teachers' lectures are very interesting, and the students are very easy to get along with," Jiang Yucheng said.
The first half of what he said should be true, but in the second half, when he talked about his classmates, he hesitated a little.
Jiang Zhihao noticed it and asked, "Are you not getting along well with any of your classmates?"
Jiang Yucheng scratched his hair and said with some embarrassment: "It's nothing, but there is a male classmate who really doesn't like me. He often brings Transformers, remote control cars and the like to school to play, but he doesn't even look at them.
Let me see. Every time my father picks me up on a broken battery car, he looks like a poor man, and it gets damaged as soon as I touch it. You said he is too unreasonable, but I just want to see how it gets damaged."
As he spoke, Jiang Yucheng was somewhat unhappy, but his focus was obviously wrong.
The classmate's main point was that your family was poor, not that you would break things.
Jiang Zhihao didn't deliberately remind him of this, he just nodded and asked: "Then have you thought about how to solve it?"
"I don't know..." Jiang Yucheng lowered his head and said, "His father runs a company and drives to pick him up every day, saying it is a Mercedes-Benz, the best car in the world. Unless dad can also
If I drive such a luxury car to school, I won't be able to compare with him."
Jiang Zhihao shook his head and said: "Even if Dad drives a better car, it is not the best solution. If you meet a classmate with a better family next time, will you ask Dad to change to a better car?"
Car?"
Jiang Yucheng was a little at a loss. No matter how smart he was, he was only a ten-year-old child.
At this age, there are not many things that he can think about. At least for the current matter, he does not have the ability to solve it.
"You have to understand that you are not him. He is better than you in some ways, but you are also better than him in some ways. If you can show your strongest aspects, you can naturally surpass him. Besides, classmates in school
Isn't it just because he has a lot of toys that we surround him? Others like his toys, not him, do you understand?" Jiang Zhihao said.
Jiang Yucheng looked at him as if he didn't understand, and then said: "But, how can I surpass him? My academic performance is not particularly good in school. In the test two days ago, I only ranked in the third place.
Top twenty in the class."
In fact, being ranked in the top twenty in the class is not bad, but compared to the entire school, this kind of achievement is nothing.
Jiang Zhihao looked at the thing in his hand and asked, "It seems that what you are reading is not a textbook, right?"
Jiang Yucheng scratched his hair again and said with some embarrassment: "It's a short story I wrote myself after imitating the textbook."
"Dad, the story written by my uncle is so fun!" Lingling said excitedly.
Jiang Zhihao took the notebook over. On it were Jiang Yucheng's regular Chinese characters, horizontally and vertically, without any trace of scribbling or erasure.
This is a story about a little tiger looking for its mother. It involves fighting with a python and fighting for honey from a bear, but found that it was not delicious. He wanted to eat fish, but accidentally swam into the rafting river.
Although the story is simple, it is overall very logical. One line runs through it. When the little tiger finds his mother, he has grown up.
Tigers and tigers are majestic and majestic.
Jiang Zhihao was a little surprised and asked, "Did you write this yourself?"
"Yes." Jiang Yucheng nodded.
Jiang Zhihao smiled and said, "Isn't this where you are better than him?"
"Ah?" Jiang Yucheng's face was full of surprise: "Just a short story, what's so strong about it."