Liu Changqing's hands were tapping the keyboard quickly.
I haven’t saved a manuscript for a novel for a while. Although I saved a lot of manuscripts during the nearly one month I worked in a bookstore, the intensive updates every day since it was put on the shelves have made the manuscripts less and less.
Too many things have happened recently, so Liu Changqing has almost finished publishing the more than 200 chapters he originally saved, plus he has been constructing the line drafts of the first generation of elves recently.
I don’t have much time to write, so I can only take some time to save some manuscripts occasionally.
Liu Zhiyue came back. When he opened the door, he found that the living room was empty. He could only vaguely hear the sound of typing on the keyboard coming from his father's house.
Dad is writing a novel.
Liu Zhiyue only learned about this matter two days ago.
After the exam, Liu Changqing installed the computer he brought back from the bookstore and put it in his room. Then he called Liu Zhiyue and told him about the novel.
Only then did Liu Zhiyue understand why his father was not nervous at all when he said he had to pay tuition.
He then also read the novel written by his father.
That was something he had never been exposed to. On the one hand, he was amazed at the excitement of the plot, and on the other hand, he was shocked that his father could write novels.
Although the literary talent is not very good, it reads fluently and smoothly, unlike what a father with only a high school diploma could write.
It took Liu Zhiyue two days to read all the chapters of "Fights Break the Sphere".
In summary, it is a very interesting book that makes people unable to stop reading it.
Quietly opening the door to his father's room, Liu Zhiyue walked in holding a tea cup.
Liu Changqing was sitting in front of the computer, typing on the keyboard.
Seeing this, Liu Zhiyue spoke softly.
"I saw a cup of hot water poured on the coffee table and it has become warm."
"Well... put it aside, I just poured the tea and forgot to bring it in."
Liu Changqing responded.
Obediently, he placed the tea cup on the side of the computer table. Liu Zhiyue stood behind his father and looked at the computer screen.
There was no pause, characters appeared on the screen one by one.
A feeling of admiration suddenly rose in my heart.
Why have I never discovered this before...
The finger tapping on the keyboard paused.
Liu Changqing thought of something, looked back at his son and asked softly.
After thinking for a moment, he asked.
"I suddenly remembered, didn't you go to the cram school run by your class teacher when you were in the first year of junior high school?"
"There is such a thing, what's wrong?"
"Then aren't you divided into classes this year? Will you, the class teacher, still lead the rocket class after school starts?"
"Hmm... It seems that she is going to lead the experimental class. My class teacher in the third grade of junior high school should not be her..."
Liu Zhiyue didn't know why his father suddenly asked this, but he still answered truthfully.
After hearing the answer, Liu Changqing pondered for a while.
My son’s class teacher is named Pan Huihui.
Liu Changqing has a very familiar impression on this class teacher.
When he first entered middle school, in the first semester, Liu Zhiyue returned home and told his former teacher Liu Changqing that the teacher had opened a cram school. Although not all students were required to attend the cram school, all the students in the class signed up.
However, Liu Changqing did not pay much attention to this matter at the time and ignored it.
Not long after that, he was called to school from time to time, forcing Liu Changqing to enroll his son in a cram school before the matter was over.
It lasted until the second semester of the second grade of junior high school.
Because of the changes in Liu Changqing’s previous marriage and his addiction to drunkenness during that period.
Liu Changqing, who had no money, did not enroll his son in a cram school. This is why the last time his son had a fight, he only asked himself to go and was suspended from classes for a week.
The same is true this time.
No matter how much the results fluctuate, at least the evidence must be produced.
Without being caught cheating, Liu Changqing canceled his son's test results with just a few words. From Liu Changqing's point of view, this was no longer a simple matter.
And when the other party was with the school leaders, he insisted that it was the result of the abolition of grades that was discussed by multiple teachers...
But when he was in the office, Liu Changqing didn't realize that other teachers had any objections to Liu Zhiyue.
Instead, she kept making trouble. The result was obvious, she was targeting her son because Liu Changqing did not enroll his son in the summer cram school.
Liu Changqing was bullied to this extent and he felt that he couldn't bear it unless he did something.
It seems that there are people in the education bureau of the other party, otherwise it would not have been so prestigious for so long.
"Didn't I remember that teachers have been banned from collecting money privately for tutoring?"
Liu Changqing leaned on his chair and asked.
"Didn't anyone report your class teacher for running a cram school so blatantly?"
"But what she runs is not a cram school, but an interest group. What she charges is not tuition but money for materials, although those materials are very expensive..."
"Isn't this just a new skin?"
"There's no way...it seems like her husband works in the Education Bureau..."
"Where's Zhou Shiyan? She also signed up for a cram school?"
"That's not true...she just came from another school this semester and hasn't experienced this yet."
"..."
Liu Changqing frowned.
Most of my son heard about it from hearsay. When asked specifically, he didn't know very well. Even if the classes are divided next semester, this summer vacation, except for Liu Zhiyue and an uninformed Zhou Shiyan, the rest of the class has signed up for the so-called [Learning Interest Group]
】In addition, Liu Zhiyue, who originally had a mid-to-low grade, took time off a few days before the exam to recuperate at home.
As soon as I took the exam, I instantly ranked among the top ten in the school.
If it wasn't his own son, Liu Changqing felt it was unlikely.
I asked my son some more detailed questions, but after all, I just went to a cram school, and the rest were just gossip I heard while listening to discussions with classmates in the class after class.
All in all, I can't figure out why.
After talking for a few more words, Liu Changqing asked his son to go back to his room.
With the sound of the door being closed, the room became quiet again.
Liu Changqing was thinking as he tapped his fingers on the table.
Thinking of something, I picked up the phone and dialed the number.
He put it to his ear. After a while, the call was answered.
An Yuanyao had an expressionless face and looked directly at the person who had just sat down in front of her, as if she was facing a stranger.
He picked up the cup in front of him with one hand, put it to his mouth and took a sip.
Slowly put it down.
Open your mouth and say.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
"..."
There didn't seem to be any major emotional fluctuations on Li Wanran's face, but her hands were slightly clenched under the table where they couldn't be seen.
Then let go again.
She actually felt very guilty for An Yuanyao in front of her.
In high school, the two were good best friends who talked about everything. Although An Yuanyao was not as rich as her own family, they were not from an ordinary family either.
In Li Wanran's memory, An Yuanyao had never shown this expression or look in her eyes.
Familiar faces, strange people.
"Yuan Yao..."
"Just call me by my full name."
An Yuanyao interrupted what Li Wanran was about to say.
There was no expression on his face, looking directly at Li Wanran.
This kind of look made Li Wanran feel like he didn't dare to look at the other person.
There was complexity and determination in An Yuanyao's eyes.