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Liu Xiazhi¡¯s class teacher is still the bespectacled girl from last time who wears glasses and exudes a bookish aura.
She was dressed very conservatively, and she was also very well-dressed in the hot weather.
Her appearance immediately silenced the parents who were discussing with each other.
Pushing up the glasses frame that had slipped a little on the bridge of his nose, the head teacher cleared his throat.
"Dear parents, hello everyone, I am the head teacher of Class 3 of the fourth year. The subject I teach is Chinese. I must be familiar to many parents. After all, I have been leading this class for two years. This time Thank you very much for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend the school¡¯s end-of-term parent conference.¡±
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Changqing took the lead in applauding, and one after another, the other parents also began to applaud.
This made the head teacher feel a little shy for a moment. He touched his head shyly and his face turned red.
Slowly, the applause disappeared.
The head teacher continued.
"Then, the class monitor will distribute report cards to parents in a while, so that parents can see whether their children's performance level is satisfactory or whether it still needs improvement."
After saying that, a fat man sitting in the front row stood up, walked to the podium, took the thick stack of report cards handed over by the class teacher with both hands, and then distributed them from front to back.
Liu Changqing¡¯s eyes became sharp.
He knows this kid.
Haohao is smiling and has a round face, which looks very cute.
Of course, that is in the eyes of others.
After the report cards were sent to the parents, the parents ignored the obvious changes in their children's faces and hurriedly read them.
Some children have even started to turn pale.
¡° Later, while Haohao was distributing report cards, he had already received his own children¡¯s report cards, and the dissatisfied parents began to reprimand them in a low voice.
Liu Changqing strongly disagrees with this kind of parents¡¯ approach.
The quality of a child¡¯s performance cannot be determined solely by scores.
¡°And primary school students, how bad can their grades be?
Haohao walked to Liu Changqing¡¯s row.
Reaching out his hand, he first took out Feng Shuyan¡¯s transcript and handed it to Feng Qian.
After Feng Qian saw the results on the transcript, his face was full of joy.
Then he took out Liu Xiazhi¡¯s transcript and handed it to Liu Changqing.
?? Stretching out his hand, Liu Changqing pulled over the transcript, and then gestured to the other party with his eyes.
Suddenly, Haohao's face became extremely ugly.
Liu Changqing spread out his transcript and read it.
The smiling expression solidified.
Slowly turned his head towards his daughter who was being held by An Yuanyao.
Liu Xiazhi seems to have been prepared.
She pursed her lips and tried to whistle, but because she couldn't whistle, she spit out a lot of saliva.
A pair of big eyes looked out the window, showing Liu Changqing only the back of her head.
"Xia Zhi"
"What's wrong?"
An Yuanyao also noticed something was wrong with Liu Changqing's face. She stretched her head to see the numbers on the transcript clearly.
He quickly folded it in half and put it away.
Seeing Liu Changqing's behavior, An Yuanyao was a little puzzled.
"what!"
"fine."
Liu Changqing said calmly.
As the saying goes, family scandals should not be publicized. Liu Changqing immediately felt guilty for his daughter's poor grades.
Although Liu Xiazhi¡¯s grades were not among the best in the past, she was still in the middle of the pack all year round. She could get 70 or 80 points on a test paper with a perfect score of 100.
¡°But this time, she may not have listened to the class well at all, or she didn¡¯t review, so her results can only be described in two words.
What a difference!
Liu Changqing once thought that the 66 points in mathematics should be reversed.
The score of 62 in Chinese seems to be so-so.
The score of 41 in English is extremely dazzling.
¡° Barely passing two subjects and failing one, it seems to have set a record for Liu Xiazhi¡¯s performance.
Poor record.
Feng Qian on the side looked at his daughter's report card with a smile on his face.
This made Liu Changqing take a look with some curiosity.
After seeing it clearly, his expression changed againA bit gloomy.
Mathematics: 96
Language: 92
English: 88
He looked at Feng Shuyan with confusion in his eyes.
¡°This fish-eyed bratdidn¡¯t he go out for a week before the exam?
When Liu Changqing met Feng Shuyan for the first time, he stepped on the other person¡¯s glasses. Now it seems that they were not a decoration, but evidence of hard study!
The hand holding the report card was a little harder.
Feng Qian seemed to notice Liu Changqing's emotional changes and asked doubtfully.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, your daughter's grades are so good?"
"It's just so-so, but I didn't review it this time and it's already pretty good."
"Heheheit's not bad"
Liu Changqing maintained a smile and stretched out his hand to touch Liu Xiazhi's head.
An Yuanyao felt inexplicably that Liu Xiazhi in her arms became stiff.
After a while, all transcripts were distributed.
The next step is to receive the certificate.
When the head teacher read a name, a child came up. When he came down, the parents sitting there clapped their hands red.
Liu Changqing watched helplessly as Feng Shuyan got off Feng Qian's lap, then walked slowly to the podium, put the certificate on her chest and faced the parents.
Then applause broke out.
After coming down, Feng Shuyan handed the certificate of award to Feng Qian to see.
¡°Then Feng Qian¡¯s voice of praise came to Liu Changqing¡¯s ears.
Of course, Liu Xiazhi did not receive a certificate.
¡°Among the two children, I remember that only my son received a certificate when he was young. Thinking about it this way, it seems that my daughter has never brought a certificate home.
Should have noticed this earlier.
Probably knowing that she failed the test, Liu Xiazhi shrugged her head and remained silent.
Without further ado, continue the parent-teacher meeting.
With the end of the class teacher's words, it was announced that the summer vacation had officially entered.
One after another, parents began to get up and leave the classroom.
Liu Changqing and Feng Qian walked out of the classroom, followed by An Yuanyao and their two children.
The more Feng Qian watched, the more he felt that something was wrong with the relationship between the two.
Suddenly, Liu Changqing felt a tug on him next to him, and looked at him with some confusion.
"What's wrong?"
"Didn't I tell you just now? I have something to ask you about the game."
"You also want to do this?"
"It's almost there, there's a sign."
Liu Changqing nodded.
"I have already thought about the world view and the main plot, and I also have a rough idea of ??the characters and gameplay. But you are a professional after all, so I need to consult you."
"Thenchildren"
"It's okay. Let's go chat for a while. After that, we'll have a meal. Let the kids have a cup of milk tea first. It won't take long. Let's go to my car first. I've brought all the drawings."
After saying that, Liu Changqing ran to An Yuanyao and said something, and then An Yuanyao nodded.
After leaving the school gate, he took the two children and walked towards the milk tea shop nearby.
" Liu Changqing, after leaving the school, took Feng Qian to his van.
Opening the car door, he took out some drafts of the painting and handed them to Feng Qian. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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