This Is Called Poor Students Class? This Is The Whole Class!

After Mr. Chu went back, only Mr. Xu Jie and Mr. Wu Weizheng were left in the classroom.

Xu Jie was surprised by Chu Mo's family background just now.

He thought, Mr. Wu, who was able to chat happily with Mr. Chu for an entire afternoon, could not be the descendant of one of the hundreds of schools of thought?

Thinking of this, Xu Jie found it very interesting.

In my class, it really is hidden dragon and crouching tiger!

"Mr. Wu, Wu Feng's situation is actually similar to that of Chu Mo."

"He also has excellent talent in science, and he shouldn't waste his time in liberal arts classes."

As he said that, Xu Jie also told Mr. Wu Weizheng about Wu Feng's situation at school.

Wu Weizheng nodded, then sighed helplessly.

"Mr. Xu, the situation of our Xiaofeng is on my shoulders."

After speaking, the old man told Xu Jie the ins and outs of the matter.

Including being separated from his wife and children due to helplessness when he was young.

Including the death of his wife, he failed to come back, and his grandson Wu Feng hated him because of this.

Including muddle-headedly unraveling Wu Feng's deliberate difficulties, Wu Feng's young mind suffered a huge blow, so he abandoned martial arts and followed literature.

Like old man Chu Xiangqi, Wu Weizheng saw the precious spirit of being a teacher from Xu Jie.

Although he didn't disclose even a little bit of things that were still in the confidentiality regulations.

But for many things, after Xu Jie thought about it for a while, he understood the meaning hidden in it.

In recent years, the state has actually declassified many departments, institutions, meritorious personnel, etc. that could not be disclosed to the general public before.

Xu Jie could know from Mr. Wu's words, deeds, conversation and mental state that when he was young, he must have been a man of heaven's pride.

What can I do if I don't care about world affairs and family for decades?

Xu Jie is not Wu Feng.

He didn't have any resistance or disgust towards Wu Weizheng's paranoia.

In a few words, Xu Jie roughly guessed that the old man must have gone to do big things before.

The reason why it is impossible to tell the truth now is that the country has not declassified the "relevant units" they are in, right?

Xu Jie had nothing but admiration for people like Mr. Wu Weizheng.

Because if it were him, he might not be able to be so decisive.

People of later generations simply cannot empathize with the spirit of sacrifice and dedication of their generation.

Because in modern society, the words are money and banknotes.

More people believe in the saying that "people don't kill heaven and earth for themselves".

But throughout the ages, the reason why heroes are heroes is because they can make decisions that many ordinary people think are "stupid" at critical moments.

The spiritual brand of the times is particularly prominent in Mr. Wu Weizheng's generation.

After listening to Mr. Wu's narration, Xu Jie frowned and nodded.

"Mr. Wu, I understand the situation."

"If I think of a solution, I will communicate with you in time."

Wu Weizheng is also very grateful to Teacher Xu.

He really doesn't know how to deal with his grandson Wu Feng.

But this parent meeting benefited him a lot.

No, you can learn it.

It's not that people like them have low emotional intelligence.

It's just years of scientific research that give them few opportunities to study these sophistication.

After Mr. Wu left the campus, the parents' meeting of Class 9, Grade 2 was finally over.

Xu Jie was busy all afternoon.

Although the body feels a little tired, but the heart is very happy.

The convening of the parent meeting allowed him to solve countless problems at once.

Even students like Wu Feng and Chu Mo at least let him know the crux of the matter.

Xu Jie is not afraid of problems, but he is afraid that he doesn't even know what the problems are.

As long as he knows the crux, he can find a way to resolve it.

...

At 6:30 p.m., No. 88 Jianshe East Road.

Zhao Ruobing walked from the garage into the living room, carrying shopping bags of various sizes in his hands.

Chu Yawen heard the movement upstairs and hurried downstairs to check.

"mom?"

"How did you come back?"

"Didn't you go to a company meeting?"

Zhao Ruobing carried some bags into the kitchen, combed her hair, and smiled on her cold face all day long.

"Wenwen, mom will cook tonight and cook you a big meal."

Chu Yawen looked at the large and small shopping bags on the table, and then realized that her mother lied to her to go to the company for a meeting, but she actually went to the supermarket.

Chu Yawen grinned.

Smiling and laughing, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes involuntarily.

"Mom, let me help you."

Chu Yawen rolled up her sleeves and rushed to the kitchen as if flying.

...

9 pm.

Qin Huai, who returned home after playing basketball and eating with Liu Peng and He Binbin, frowned as soon as he entered the door.

He sniffed lightly, and there was a faint floral fragrance in the air.

Qin Huai looked around and found several potted flowers in the living room and on the balcony.

The ashtrays that were originally placed in the living room and balcony were gone.

...

Li Hu's house.

Li Youqing came home from get off work, and after listening to his wife Ding Yihong's narration, he showed an incredible expression.

After thinking about it again and again, the couple knocked on the door of their son Li Hu.

...

Han Xiaochen's father called his relatives and friends home one after another.

"Next, I have something to announce to you guys."

"I plan to support our family, Chenchen, to study music!"

When Wang Siyuan returned to his aunt's house after playing, the aunt was sitting in the living room waiting for him.

When Lu Junwu returned home, he was taken directly to the fighting room by his uncle, where he was severely beaten.

...

Saturday night, extraordinarily quiet.

The clear brilliance of the bright moon accompanies the people in the dark.

...

On Sunday afternoon, the City Games continued as usual.

Because of the match between Liu Peng and Zhou Tao, the students of class 9 gathered in the stadium of the Olympic Sports Center again.

"Is the city games coming to an end?"

"Well, it's closing next week."

"Unfortunately, our 100-meter record in Zhongnan City can only stay at 9.99 seconds."

"What's the pity about this? Across the country, how many prefecture-level cities have achieved the 100-meter record in the city games that broke the 10-second mark?"

"Our Flying God, Liu Yunfei, has already set off for the imperial capital today?"

"Well, I heard that the track and field head coach of the General Administration of Sports directly dragged him over to participate in the national team's training camp."

"Is this going to participate in the national team training camp?"

"It seems to want us Liu Yunfei to participate in the World Youth Athletics Championships."

"Fuck! Are you going to participate in a world-class competition?"

"Then what do you think? With a time of 9.99 seconds, you would have been able to participate in major world-class competitions."

"Besides, how old is our Flying God? 17 years old! How could 9.99 seconds be his limit?"

"Hey, I thought Liu Yunfei would participate in the Provincial Games next month."

"Compared with the Provincial Games or the World Youth Athletics Championships, which one is more important?"

"That's true."

...

Among the students chatting.

Liu Peng participated in the 5,000-meter final of the Municipal Games and finally won the second place with a slight disadvantage.

Zhou Tao participated in the 800-meter final and finally won the first place with an absolute advantage.

In the 100-meter final, because Liu Yunfei did not participate, the athlete who won the first place only scored 10.67 seconds.