Chapter Eleven: Live a few more years for yourself.
Han Fei still took notes carefully during class, recording the key points highlighted by the teacher. For a poor student, it is unrealistic to understand all the knowledge points. He can only selectively overcome difficult problems. Han Fei chose In order to trust the teacher, after all, for students, teachers must study the test questions more thoroughly, especially teachers from key high schools.
Seeing that Han Fei didn't seem to be affected by the betting incident at all, Li Yanan couldn't help but feel a little confused. Was he really so sure that he would be able to pass the exam? No, not even Shen Weiwei dared to say that he would definitely pass the exam. He Why?
Shen Weiwei is also wondering, yes, why is Han Fei doing this? Does his family really have connections that can recommend him to go to art school? It's unlikely? She knows everything about Han Fei's family, okay, this is still Han Fei said it himself.
After school in the afternoon, Han Fei put on his schoolbag and walked out of the school gate. Hearing footsteps behind him, he paused and turned around, and it turned out to be Li Yanan.
The two of them didn't say anything, and rushed to the subway station one after another.
Amidst the rumbling sound of the subway, Li Yanan suddenly asked: "What is your admission ticket number?"
Han Fei was stunned for a moment and subconsciously asked: "What did you say?"
"No, it's nothing." Li Yanan shrank back slightly across the crowd, unable to hide his disappointment.
Along the way, Li Yanan hesitated several times, and did not speak until he reached the downstairs of the community. Han Fei saw her standing stupidly and gently pulled her: "Hey, what are you doing? Block the door, don't you? Others still have to go home."
After saying that, he didn't care about Li Yanan, took out the keys and went home. Li Yanan stomped his feet angrily on the spot and returned home in a muffled voice.
When Lu Peiling heard the doorbell, she thought it was her husband who had come back, and said angrily: "How many times have I told you to bring the key, but you just don't listen... Hey, girl? You lost your key." ?”
"No, I'm too lazy to take it. I'm tired. Let's go back to the room and take a rest." As soon as Li Yanan returned to the room, he threw his schoolbag on the bed, then picked up a bear pillow and ravaged it.
"Han Fei, you big idiot! Ah~~~" After getting angry, Li Yanan held the pillow that had been mutilated into a human shape in her arms, and smoothed the wrinkles on the surface distressedly. This pillow was from her sixteenth birthday. The gift Han Fei gave her at that time was the only girlish thing in her room. Although when receiving the gift, Li Yanan insisted that she did not need such a girly pillow, but in fact, this pillow was always on display. At the head of her bed.
With a "ding" sound, Li Yanan casually opened his phone, and a red dot lit up on WeChat. When he opened it, he saw that it was sent by Han Fei, with a series of numbers on it.
"This guy obviously heard it and just made me angry on purpose!" Li Yanan was happy but also a little angry, and finally laughed out loud while holding the phone.
During dinner, Li Yanan brushed off the decadence he had felt when he entered the house. From time to time, he took out his mobile phone and snickered happily. Lu Peiling was wondering, what happened to her daughter? She was still lifeless when she returned to the house, so why did she eat it now? Smiling half-step like a maniac?
At the dinner table, Han Fei also felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong. Dong Jie and Han Xiao both seemed hesitant to speak. Of course, this did not stop him from eating nonsense. He didn't know why, but now he felt that he was particularly capable. Eat, the key is that no matter how much you eat, you won’t gain weight, it’s perfect.
"Wait a minute, we have something to tell you, please leave some for us." Han Xiao stretched out his chopsticks several times but was slapped away by Dong Jie, feeling very depressed.
"You want a divorce?" Han Fei raised his eyebrows and looked at Han Xiao: "Does my father have a mistress?"
"What... I have a mistress. Where did you learn this?" Han Xiao was anxious. He had to be anxious. If he didn't make this clear, he would still have a good life in the future.
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"Oh, so my mother thinks you are too poor and is going to find me a rich stepfather?"
Dong Jie patted her son and scolded her with a smile: "You brat, don't talk nonsense, can't you expect us to be better?"
"Then let's talk about it. Looking at your faces that are concerned about the country and the people, people who don't know would think that you want to kill your relatives out of justice." Han Fei continued to eat.
Dong Jie was so angry that she gave him a squeeze: "Can't you shut your mouth while eating? It's easy for us..."
"Okay, the next sentence must be - it's not all for you. Farewell, two parents, how old are you? Please live a few more years for yourself. From now on, you will live a year less.
Come on." He definitely couldn't finish the meal at this point, so Han Fei wiped his mouth and hurried away.
Han Xiao was so angry that he cursed: "This brat thought he had learned well, but he didn't expect his mouth to be so bad."
"Isn't that all inherited from you?" Dong Jie glanced at her husband.
Han Xiao was speechless for a while. After circling around for a long time, it still ended up on him? But I have to admit that although Han Fei's words were a bit hurtful, they actually made some sense. Now parents can't wait to put all their love on their children.
It doesn’t matter whether the child can bear it or not, it may seem selfless, but it is actually selfish.
"Okay, it seems that our worries are in vain. This kid sees things more clearly than us. We are still trying to persuade our son, but in the end we are taught a lesson by our son." Han Xiao sighed, picked up the bowl and was about to eat.
Dong Jie slapped his chopsticks away angrily: "You're a hungry ghost reincarnated. It's already cold. Wait for me to warm it up."
Han Fei originally wanted to go to a cram school on the weekend, but later he found that the cram school was completely different from his own, so he never went there again. With this time, he might as well review by himself. With the results of the mock exam, Han Xiao
Dong Jie agreed without saying anything.
On Monday, Han Fei got up early to catch the subway and go to class. However, neither Han Xiao nor Dong Jie went to work that day. The two of them sat nervously in front of the computer with a piece of paper in their hands.
"Why is it still blank? Have you refreshed it?" Dong Jie was a little anxious. After all, it was about her son's fate. How could she not care about it?
Han Xiao pushed the laptop directly in front of Dong Jie: "I'm refreshing it all the time, right? You can do it, come on."
Dong Jie raised her head and glanced at the wall clock in the living room and complained: "We agreed to check at nine o'clock. It's already a quarter past nine, why hasn't it been announced yet?"
"Hey, that's it!!!" Dong Jie suddenly screamed, which startled Han Xiao. He came over and took a look, and sure enough, links to various art schools appeared on the page.
"Uh...Which one should I check first?" Dong Jie's hands suddenly started to shake.
Han Xiao didn’t even think about it: “Of course the errand will check first!”
"Yes, yes!" It was obvious that they had no hope at all that Han Fei could be admitted to the Beijing Film and Television Academy.
But the further they searched, the more disheartened the couple became. Han Fei's score was not even higher than 150 in any school. With this score, let alone being ranked among the 0.5%, it was basically just a score.
Bottom
"The only one left is the Beijing Film and Television Academy. Are you still checking?" Han Xiao couldn't hide the disappointment on his face.
"Check!" Dong Jie gritted her teeth and finally uttered one word.