YM778.TV Chapter 134: 052 Mediocre little Lanlan, grandpa calls Xiaochen_3
Chapter 134: 052 Mediocre little Lanlan, grandpa calls Xiaochen_3
“Hello,” Ji Heng nodded, probably Bai Lian’s friend, and said while holding an empty cigarette holder, “Xiaochen.”
Director Chen chuckled and passed Ji Heng a pouch of tobacco, “Give mine a try.”
Ji Heng looked at Bai Lian.
Bai Lian lifted her head and said wordlessly, “Go ahead, take it.”
“Thank you.” Ji Heng’s face softened considerably toward Director Chen.
Director Chen’s eyes lit up; he stood in place, watching Bai Lian and Ji Heng leave.
Rubbing his hands, he began to take out his phone to find some tobacco for himself.
This was Ji Heng’s first time attending a parent-teacher meeting. He had deliberately worn the robe from last time, his entire presence exuding scholarly elegance and authority as he sat in Bai Lian’s place.
Feeling a bit uncomfortable.
“Do I look alright?” Ji Heng whispered.
Students weren’t allowed at parent-teacher meetings, so Bai Lian, standing in the aisle, reassured Ji Heng, “Yes, you look cool.”
“Okay.” Ji Heng was finally at ease.
Bai Lian saw he had adjusted and started to walk outside.
Heaven knows this was her first time attending such an occasion too.
As she reached the doorway, Bai Lian glanced at the seat of the student sharing her desk.
No one had arrived, and she hadn’t seen them today either.
Behind her, Zhang Shize came in with his head up, leading his mother.
“Physics 37, why do I even have to attend this parent-teacher meeting for you,” his mom scolded, twisting his ear, “do you think I don’t feel embarrassed?”
Zhang Shize bent over and shouted his grievances, “Mom, I told you I got 39, not 37, don’t listen to the physics teacher’s nonsense!”
“What, those two points are very important to you? You can ascend to heaven with them?” his mom scoffed.
Zhang Shize: “…You’re right about everything!”
Zhang Shize’s mom, face stern, deeply resented having to attend this meeting for him.
Upon seeing Bai Lian, she softened a bit, “Bai, your physics…”
Zhang Shize startled, quickly shoved his mom inside, then slammed the door shut with a “bang.”
Swift and decisive.
“Next time you’ll surely bless me to score 50, right?” he prayed to Bai Lian with hands clasped together.
Bai Lian:
Just 50.
Even in dreams, so unambitious.
Lu Lingxi, holding a stack of papers, began distributing each student’s results to the parents and started talking about important matters for senior high school students, including their physical and mental health.
Ji Heng received Bai Lian’s grades and ranking.
Slightly surprised.
He had learned about the college entrance examination before: 750 points.
Bai Lian, from humanities to sciences, scored in the four hundreds.
These were excellent results.
Lu Lingxi talked at length, and Ji Heng listened attentively, even taking notes.
By the time the parent-teacher meeting concluded, it was already past ten o’clock.
Not fond of crowds, Ji Heng waited until most of the class had left before slowly making his way downstairs, with Bai Lian waiting for him at the cake shop outside.
Dressed in his distinctive robe, his unique demeanor stood out immediately in the crowd.
The secretary general, standing at the bottom of the building, spotted Ji Heng at once.
His gaze fleetingly swept over the report card in Ji Heng’s hand, and the secretary general gave a sarcastic smile at 450 points.
Ren Qian was busy today and had no time to attend Ren Wanxuan’s parent-teacher meeting; Ren Jiawei was always very busy.
And Ren Wanxuan didn’t want Ji Shaorong to come, so it was almost always the secretary general who showed up.
He didn’t see eye to eye with the Ji Family members.
“Secretary General.” The principal, hearing of the secretary general’s arrival, hurried over with several leaders to greet him.
This was the person second only to Ren Qian.
The secretary general gave them a slight nod.
When the principal approached the secretary general, it was clearly for a reason. He smiled and got straight to the point, “Yesterday, Miss Ren had a conflict with a student from Class Fifteen. It’s just a little friction between students. We hope Miss Ren is generous and will continue to shoot tomorrow.”
Ren Wanxuan had already spoken to the secretary general about this incident.
He merely glanced at the principal and the others while walking forward, scoffing, “Principal, do you really think it’s just a little friction?”
The principal was taken aback.
“The students of Class Eight have good living conditions and can afford a small cafeteria—that’s what their parents and grandparents worked for,” the secretary general said with a smile as he looked at the principal, “How the other students live, that’s their ancestors’ issue, Principal, do you understand?”
The words of the secretary general were veiled yet mocking.
Was he implying that students from other classes were jealous of Class Eight students and deliberately targeted them?
The principal pursed his lips without speaking immediately.
“The lady is with her senior brother,” the secretary general looked faintly at the principal, “I believe you’ve also heard of him. He might help our Miss to submit an entry for the Orchid Pavilion Award this year.”
Everyone knew about the Orchid Pavilion Award, which had an influence not unlike the Hundred Flowers Award in the entertainment industry.
Those present were all quite astonished.
The secretary general enjoyed their expressions before speaking, “Our Miss isn’t opposed to continuing writing.”
Possibility arose.
The eyes of the principal and the others lit up.
“Have the people from Class Fifteen apologize to our Miss in person,” the secretary general spoke slowly but with authority, “only then will she continue to write.”