She is soft on my heart

Chapter 42 Choice C
That document was sorted out by Jiang Quan in a time-consuming manner. It contained a detailed record and analysis of Jiang Cong's learning trajectory. Since elementary school, he had shown talents that were different from his peers, and he had won countless honors and awards in various academic competitions. .

Even as early as the second year of junior high school, he had already obtained tickets to the specialty competition camps and training camps organized by top domestic universities for middle school students. With his qualifications, it was equivalent to that time when the doors of prestigious schools were opened for him. Mostly.

I don't know if I don't dig it, I was shocked when I dug it, at first Jiang Quan was not too surprised when he heard that his grades were not bad before, but she never thought that this guy skipping class and sleeping every day to come to school is just messing around, looking completely hopeless The number one student with nails, his previous grades can be so excellent.

More than excellent.

It is simply unimaginable that these two very different conditions exist in the same person.

But it was not Jiang Quan's goal to be shocked and admire his past glory, but to help him.

So after careful inspection, she found that Jiang Cong's transformation was a precipitous self-abandonment. This critical turning point may have been at the stage of promotion from the second year of junior high school to the third year of junior high school, because it was after that that his grades began to plummet, leaving blank spaces.

Jiang Quan didn't know what happened to Jiang Cong during this period of time, but she felt that a student like Jiang Cong who had made an extraordinary start should never allow himself to fall into the dust.

"Can you tell me the reason?" Jiang Quan stared at him, and after a long silence, asked cautiously.

Jiang never answered right away, he sat lazily on the sofa, his lowered black eyelashes covered his eyes, and his face was calm.

He simply flipped through the things in his hand from beginning to end, but he didn't distract himself, as if he was browsing other people's resumes, which had nothing to do with him.

A few seconds later, the document was randomly thrown on the table. Jiang Cong raised his hand and smoothed his hair, casually laughed and said, "Your age is up, lower your wisdom."

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This is not willing to say.

Jiang Quan was not angry either, but smiled, and said with firm eyes: "It's not a good seedling. In my hands, I will try my best to make him a good seedling. If he is a good seedling, I will make him a good seedling. He stands out."

Jiang Cong paused, regained his laziness, and looked at her.

Seeing that he might have listened, Jiang Quan smiled calmly and said, "Unfortunately, I haven't reached this point yet."

She paused, "This passage was told to me by your mother, Professor Gao Shulan Gao."

Gao Shulan, this strange yet familiar name appeared unexpectedly. Almost instantly, Jiang Cong's eyes darkened, his face tensed slightly, his five fingers curled up and clenched into fists, and his veins appeared.

Jiang Quan didn't notice it, and continued: "I was fortunate to be guided by Professor Gao for a year when I was a graduate student at Shanghai University. I have benefited a lot from these words, and I am still impressed. Professor Gao is knowledgeable and a benevolent teacher. Heart, I believe in you"

"Heh" Jiang Quan's words were interrupted by Jiang Cong's sudden sneer.

The room fell into silence, and Jiang Quan waited for his next words.

After a while, Jiang Cong seemed to be meaningless, but there was sarcasm in his eyes, and he pulled his lips lightly, "If you want to discuss with me how noble her teacher's morality is and how she educates people, then I really have no right to speak. "

Jiang Quan was stunned, maybe he didn't expect him to say that, or maybe he didn't understand the meaning of his words, he moved his lips a few times but didn't say anything.

The school bell rings.

Jiang Quan raised his eyebrows lightly, thinking about it, he was not in a hurry, so he said to him: "You go back to class first."

Jiang Cong got up to leave, but heard her say again: "Regret is always accompanied by the regret of not being able to turn back."

Jiang Quan looked up at him, "Teacher still hopes that you can think about how you want to go in the future."

Jiang put his hands into his trouser pockets, with a cool expression on his face, and walked towards the door. The moment the door opened, he stopped suddenly and turned his head slightly to look at Jiang Quan.

With a relaxed tone, he said: "She may be a good teacher, but unfortunately, I failed to become her student."

She failed to become the student she was willing to teach with all her strength.

Instead, he became the son she regarded as dirt and abandoned like a shoe.

The door closed with a click, and the corners of Jiang Cong's mouth suddenly relaxed, his eyes were as dark as deep, and his emotions were unclear.

Before the words in his ears fell, Jiang Quan looked at the documents on the table and lost his mind for a moment.

Good memories always make people linger, but those unavoidable past, once the gates are opened, will instantly overwhelm people like a flood and a cage.

Struggling is useless, so we bear it calmly, and every time we bear it, the pain increases.

Jiang Cong was relaxed, sitting silently, his dark eyes reflected the ugly and distorted scar on his arm, and his lips were pressed into a straight line.

The long-term memory is vague and profound. What is profound is that he remembers pouring down the steaming boiling water, which bloomed steadily on his skin like sparks, dazzling red.

The boy's arm was pressed tightly and he couldn't move. He was crying heartbreakingly, because the pain was so painful that the bone was peeling.

The woman's numb indifference, looking at him with empty and dark eyes, was tainted with madness because he was crying for his mother.

"I told you not to call me mom!"

The woman screamed and slammed the kettle down until she was so burned that she lost consciousness and the world in front of her eyes fell into darkness.

"Jiang Cong, please answer this question." The faintly inaudible voice cut off the gray line.

Like breaking free from the flood to breathe, Jiang Cong gasped lightly, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Jiang Cong?" The history teacher Bai Luo adjusted his glasses, and seeing that he didn't respond, he called out again.

The whole group held their breath, turned their heads quietly, and aimed at the quiet back.

Li Xingchen looked sideways worriedly.

It was very abnormal since he came back, the whole person was so quiet that he sat motionless like a sculpture for two classes, even ignoring Yang Lang talking to him.

When everyone was holding a heart, the stool creaked against the ground, and Jiang stood up with his hands on the table.

Teacher Bai smiled kindly, "Recently, I saw that your performance in class has improved. It is worthy of praise. This multiple-choice question is very basic. Which one do you think should be chosen?"

Not only is it very basic, but Poirot has just given the answer in a disguised form, and just said it through the mouth of the student.

The class was very quiet, Yang Lang's phone calls from behind could be transmitted to the podium, Bai Luo waited patiently, but Jiang Cong stood silent for a long time.

After waking up a little, Jiang Cong's brows were cold. He slightly opened his lower lip, but he didn't make a sound yet. The hand hanging on the side seemed to be held by Xuxu suddenly.

Then, there was a soft and itchy touch in his palm, and Li Xingshen drew a "C" on his palm gently and slowly.

Jiang Cong's spine stiffened, and the air in his palms was numb. He closed his palms slightly, lowered his eyes, and fell into a pair of black, clear eyes, which were so pure.

It contains a shallow and fine light, like a clear pool that can wash everything away.

When he met his gaze, Li Xingshen's first reaction was, didn't he recognize it?
She glanced at the podium, made another "C" gesture, and included a silent voice pack.

"Pick C," he said.

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