"Xiaoxue, what's wrong with you?" Liu Ziguang asked with concern.
"Oh, it's nothing. I'm thinking about my dad. What if I get admitted to a university in another place and my dad has no one to take care of me?" Xiaoxue said in a low voice.
After a while of silence, Liu Ziguang didn't know how to comfort this kind and filial girl. He could only say: "There must be a way before the car reaches the mountain. There must be a way."
The sky had been clear for a while and it began to rain again. The light rain fell in patter, which seemed to represent the girl's mood at the moment. This weak-looking girl has been burdened with hardships that her peers could not bear since she was a child. She took care of the patients, did housework, and persisted in studying, which would have changed for ordinary people.
I can't hold it any longer.
At this moment, Liu Ziguang suddenly understood why Xiaoxue loves to cry so much. Only tears can release her stress and depression.
"Ring, ring, ring." The school bell rang. Parents of students gathered at the door of the lecture theater began to go in. Xiaoxue opened an umbrella and said, "Uncle, let's go in." Liu Ziguang nodded and they walked side by side toward the classroom under the umbrella.
Xiaoxue deliberately moved the umbrella closer to Uncle Liu. When she reached the door of the lecture theater, half of the girl's clothes were naked.
There is a sign-in book at the entrance of the lecture theater. Each student's parents must sign their name in front of their child's name.
Liu Ziguang vaguely remembers that when he took the high school entrance examination, there were only six classes in each grade of the senior high school of No. 1 Middle School. This was because the admission line of No. 1 Middle School was very high and there were only so many people who could meet the standard. But now it is completely different. In order to achieve economic benefits, No. 1 Middle School expanded its enrollment on a large scale.
In the third year of high school alone, there are twenty classes with sixty students in each class. You must know that high school is no longer a compulsory education stage. You can charge whatever you want. How many people flock to the golden sign of No. 1 Middle School? No matter how much money you spend,
No matter what, this principal is truly a talented person.
When Liu Ziguang signed his name behind Wen Xue's name in Class 1, Grade 1, the teacher in charge of the sign-in book looked at him in surprise and asked, "Who are you as a student?"
Liu Ziguang said: "I am Xiaoxue's uncle."
"Uncle? Then you..." The little teacher looked at Long Feifengwu's signature again in confusion. The first character of Long Feifengwu's signature looked like Liu instead of Wen.
"This parent-teacher meeting is very important and not just anyone can come and represent the parents." The primary school teacher finally confirmed that this young man was definitely not Wen Xue's direct relative and said sternly.
"Xiaoxue's family is quite special. I think I can represent his father." The serious teacher Liu Ziguang, who was obviously a newly assigned college student, stopped him and said, "No, parents are not allowed to enter Wenxue. Where is Wenxue?"
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Xiaoxue stood up and said timidly: "I'm here."
"Why don't Wen Xue's parents come to this meeting? Do you know that this is a parent-teacher meeting that determines the future of your graduates?" the little teacher scolded the students in a high-spirited manner. The surrounding students looked at Xiaoxue, and a few kind-hearted female students helped:
"Teacher Xiaoxue, she doesn't have a mother and her father has been hospitalized for a long time and can't come."
"What's going on?" A teacher with gray hair on his temples came over and asked.
"Teacher Chen is like this. Wen Xue's parents didn't find someone to replace her."
Teacher Chen looked at Liu Ziguang and nodded and said, "I understand that classmate Wen Xue's family situation is quite special and we can make an exception." After that, he left with his hands behind his back.
The little teacher helplessly waved his hand to indicate that Liu Ziguang could go in. Liu Ziguang asked as he walked: "Who is that Teacher Chen from Xiaoxue?"
"He is my class teacher and the grade leader of the third grade of high school."
Liu Ziguang nodded. It must be Teacher Chen who took care of Xiaoxue and didn't let her buy expensive school uniforms. It seems that in the market economy, there are people who don't smell the smell of copper.
After entering the big classroom, there were already many people sitting around. The old campus is limited in area. There are only six classes in the third grade here, so we can barely sit down. A middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears stood on the podium and knocked on the microphone and said: "Everyone.
We’re almost there, now the parent-teacher meeting begins.”
After a burst of applause, the meeting began with a long opening speech like other national units. Xiaoxue introduced in a low voice: "This is from Director Zhu's Academic Affairs Office."
Director Zhu was very eloquent and spoke a lot of clichés. Then he got into the real content. Teacher Chen, the leader of the third grade group, turned on the projector and showed the parents the report card of the mid-term and final exams and a detailed list of scores for each class present.
Parents can see it all at a glance. Some failing scores are marked in red letters, which is particularly dazzling.
Wen Xue's name was ranked at the top, almost all of which were close to perfect scores. The second place was far away from her. Liu Ziguang couldn't help but was a little stunned and turned to look at Xiaoxue. This girl is amazing!
Xiaoxue smiled shyly. This was the first time Liu Ziguang saw Xiaoxue smiling so sweetly and confidently. Yes, although I don’t have a mother, I don’t have beautiful clothes and fashionable shoes, but I study well in school, and even if I deteriorate again, I will always focus on my studies.
Such impressive achievements are enough to make him look down upon all his classmates who look down on him.
When the parents saw their children's report cards, they were in chaos and started talking about anything. Teacher Chen stretched out his hand and pressed it around and said: "Everyone has seen the gap between the students' scores. Some students are even several."
Of course, there’s nothing we can do about it if you fail every class. The universities are expanding their enrollment and high schools are also expanding their enrollment, so there’s a mixed bag of good and bad..."
Upon hearing this, some parents stood up and shouted: "It is your teacher's responsibility for students to fail in exams. How can you blame the children? How come my son is so smart and failed after entering No. 1 Middle School? I want to ask your principal for an explanation."
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Many parents responded and accused the teachers of neglecting their duties. Some young teachers sitting here could not sit still and wanted to stand up to refute, but Teacher Chen stopped them with their eyes. Everyone knew that the No. 1 Middle School today is no longer the No. 1 Middle School of the past.
Money can buy outstanding students. The source of outstanding students has been severely diluted. Now it is even worse. The underachieving students have affected the performance of outstanding students. The overall decline in exam scores in the third year of high school has aroused serious concern of the school party committee.
"This parent said it very well. Your son is indeed very good. But the atmosphere in our school is not suitable for him, so our school has prepared a plan to reorganize the 20 classes and reorganize the newly formed Classes 1 to 14."
The closed learning in the new campus will leave only six classes in the old campus.”
As soon as this statement came out, there was even more uproar. Parents are all experienced. Of course, they understand that the purpose of this move of the school is nothing more than to separate good students from bad students. We have nothing to do with each other. You are rich and powerful and you can play with you. Anyway, you can spend money when the time comes.
If you go to a second-rate university (text version), don't let the outstanding students go astray. You know it's easy to learn bad things, but it's hard to learn well. The third year of high school is the rebellious period of seventeen or eighteen years old, and it's easy to go astray.
This is a helpless solution. As a teacher, I don’t want to divide students into three, six or nine grades. But now the situation of No. 1 Middle School has reached a critical moment. A large number of dandy children from rich families enter the school and do not study well all day long. They compare with each other’s family conditions and compete with each other for wealth.
As soon as school is over, all the luxury cars are there at the door. This trend has spread in the school and sooner or later it will destroy the reputation of No. 1 Middle School. How can we make money without the golden signboard of a key high school?
So even the principal, who values wealth as much as life and economic efficiency, agreed to this suggestion.
It is difficult to change the resolution made by the school party committee. However, parents have their own methods. Parents of good students naturally do not need to worry about parents who spend money to send their children to school, let alone parents who can spend money to send their children to No. 1 Middle School.
Spending money to send you to a key class is nothing. We are not short of money.
Even if money is hard to come by, it still doesn't matter. If you ask the leader of the Education Bureau to write a note, the principal will dare not comply with it? He wouldn't dare even if he had the guts to do so.
So the parents calmed down after being in trouble for a while.
Teacher Chen also talked about some things about urging children to review their homework and things that need to be paid attention to when choosing a college. These are commonplaces. Parents have already begun to talk to each other and pass business cards to each other to contact the network.
"Director Wang, your son is also in No. 1 Middle School."
"Yes, Director Li, what a coincidence. Have you been busy lately?"
"Hello, Mr. Qian, hello. This is my daughter-in-law. She's so pretty. I follow Sister Wu. She's not Sister Wu's child. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
"President Ma is also here to hold a parent-teacher meeting. How much more do you have to worry about the money? Let's get together in the evening?"
The audience was in chaos. The parent-teacher meeting turned into a social evening. Teacher Chen was still talking to himself. Liu Ziguang noticed that there was a hint of sadness in the old teacher's eyes.
The parent-teacher meeting ended at 6:40. Many parents went directly to the principal to contact them about class placement. The place was crowded and chaotic. Liu Ziguang and Xiaoxue were about to go out. Suddenly, two female classmates ran up to them out of breath and whispered: "Wen Xue"
Sorry, Yan Dong has found a lot of people blocking you at the school gate. Please report it to the teacher quickly."
Wen Xue was startled and subconsciously grabbed the hem of Liu Ziguang's coat. Her snow-white hands were trembling slightly. Liu Ziguang patted her shoulder and said, "Xiaoxue is not afraid of uncle's presence."
"Well" Xiaoxue looked up at Uncle Liu and her eyes gradually became firm. Yes, there is nothing to be afraid of with Uncle Liu here.
Liu Ziguang did not go to the school leaders or rush out of school but made a phone call: "Xiao Bei, where are you?"
"Brother, I'm at Huaqing Pool. My second brother Xuanzi, Brother Jianguo and Brother Scar are all discussing about taking shares in the bar."
"Stop the meeting. Something happened here. A bastard found some gangsters to block my niece at the entrance of No. 1 Middle School. It's Xiaoxue from our courtyard. I don't care what you do, I can't lose face today."
The other side of the phone suddenly became lively. Except for Brother Jianguo, everyone was worried about the chaos in the world. Scar Zi grabbed the phone and said, "Brother Liu, tell me how big a scene you want to do?"
Liu Ziguang said: "I don't care how old she is, but I want my niece to feel like a princess."