Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    The atmosphere was awkward.

    In fact, Wen Ruan also thinks this answer is not very good.

    But she seriously searched the memory in her mind and found that there was really no such person.

    Qin Ziran's expression became stiff for a moment, but he just lowered his eyes and smiled helplessly.

    Just as he was about to introduce himself to Wen Ruan, he found that it was time for a parent-teacher meeting, and more and more people noticed the movement here.

    After all, all the parents are here now, and it is not easy to delay, so he can only go to the podium.

    "I'm very glad that you parents can make time this year, I'm going to talk about today..."

    After ten years, Wen Ruan returned to such a classroom.

    With desks like this, and the eloquent teachers on the podium, it is easy for her to recall the feeling of high school.

    For example, sleepiness and desertion.

    Wen Ruan could no longer concentrate after listening to it for about five minutes. She stretched out her hand to support her chin, picked up the pen on the desk, and drew circles on the paper in front of her.

    First I drew a cartoon image of myself.

    And then I drew a cartoon character.

    Then draw a heart or two between them, and then use an arrow to cross.

    Wen Ruan looked at his painting with satisfaction, and raised his hand to mark the names of himself and Fu Zhihuan on the heads of the two cartoon figures.

    Beautiful.

     "Okay, that's about it, and then I'll ask the parents of the outstanding students to prepare, and I'll go downstairs to give a speech on the flag stage."

    I don't know how long it took, Qin Ziran on the podium finally came to the end.

    Wen Ruan kept his body and spirit.

    It's finally here! Such an exciting time!

    She had already prepared a perfect set of speeches on the way here, and she was even making up for it in her mind. Applause in tears.

    Qin Ziran looked down at the list, frowned imperceptibly, and read: "The outstanding students of the grade selected by our school are—"

    Everyone looked at Wen Ruan subconsciously.

    Jiang Zishen has never dropped out of the top three since he was a child. In addition, he is also the monitor, and his class activities have always been consistent.

    In addition, the outstanding students of the grade have already been selected. Basically, all parents know that Jiang Zichen must have won this award.

    "It's classmate Wang Zhichen. Please come to me with this classmate's parents. Other parents can go downstairs first and wait in the school playground."

    When Qin Ziran pronounced the name, there was an uproar around him, and there were endless low-pitched discussions.

    Wen Ruan was also stunned.

    How can the school temporarily change its mind about something like this?

    Then, a middle-aged woman next to Wen Ruan got up from her seat, raised her chin high, and walked towards the head teacher.

    "Why is Wang Zhichen? His children's grades can be compared with Jiang Zishen, right?"

    "Yes, I heard that I don't participate in school activities very much. Jiang Zichen has won many competition awards."

     "Forget it, the family has money, and the dean is still his cousin. Who won't he give this quota to?"

    "Yes, at first they thought that Jiang Zishen's family would not be able to come, so they planned to take away the quota. Who knew that Jiang Zishen's family suddenly came to the parent, so they started to grab it."

    These words don't seem to be prepared to hide the volume at all, as if they can be said loudly to the people around them.

    These parents have always looked down on Wang Zhichen and his family's style, and now they are discussing it.

    Wen Ruan raised her head and looked outside the classroom.

    Jiang Zishen leaned against the door. Although Wen Ruan could not see his expression, he knew that the child should have heard everything.

    Wen Ruan took a deep breath, stood up, and walked towards the door.

    She squatted down in front of Jiang Zishen, put her hands together, made an apologetic gesture, and smiled helplessly: "I'm sorry, I'm late, I didn't communicate with the teacher in advance, so They will make temporary substitutions."

    Jiang Zi sank and moved, and after a long time he said dully: "I know why."

    Wen Ruan was stunned.

    Jiang Zishen raised his head, hesitated for a long time, and then said: "Actually, I don't care about this place, I just think that my father may be happy after seeing it, so I want it. Now my father is not here. , it doesn't matter if I do or not."

    After speaking, she turned around and walked into the classroom, packing her schoolbag without saying a word.

    Wen Ruan stood up and looked at the small back in front of the desk, the anger in her heart couldn't be restrained any longer.

    She stopped a teacher at random, and after asking the location of the dean's office, she stepped forward to seek justice.

    After walking a few steps, Wen Ruan stopped.

    She can really scold the dean, but Jiang Zishen still has to live in this school for three years.

    Children listen to their teachers.

    She didn't want Jiang Zishen to be excluded for the next three years because of her impulsiveness.

    At this moment, Qin Ziran finished dealing with the parents.

    When he turned his head, he saw Wen Ruan outside the door, so he stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, and then walked towards her.

    Qin Ziran stood beside Wen Ruan, her voice was a few degrees softer: "Wen Ruan, don't worry, I will negotiate with the school for you, and give Jiang Zishen a favor. the way it is handled.”

    Wen Ruan nodded: "Thank you."

    In fact, the teacher has less say in these matters, but he can say these words, it is already a relief.

    Qin Ziran hesitated for a while, then continued: "You don't remember, you participated in the guitar club in college, and I am the vice president of this club."

    Wen Ruan is a little irritable now because of Jiang Zishen.

    She recalled, she seemed to have a vague impression, perhaps because she was in a bad mood, so she just nodded perfunctorily: "That's it, long time no see, but I have to go now The flag stand—"

    "Wait a minute." Qin Ziran frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to grab Wen Ruan's arm, and said in a hurry, "I'm sorry, Wen Ruan, I have to tell you something. Because I'm afraid. It will be difficult to meet again..."

    Wen Ruan was taken aback.

    She raised her head and carefully observed Qin Ziran's expression.

    Red cheeks.

    Dodges.

    Shy face.

    Don't say...!

    Wen Ruan gritted her teeth, and decided to avoid embarrassment by saying, "Sorry, I have someone I like."

    "Huh...?"

    Qin Ziran raised her head with a dazed look in her eyes: "I want to ask if you have Qin Sushan's contact information? I wanted to chase after her when I was in college..."

    “…”

    This is embarrassing.

    Wen Ruan suddenly understood what **** for tat meant.

    But the most embarrassing thing is yet to come.

    Because Wen Ruan turned his head and saw Jiang Zishen with a schoolbag on his back, standing by the door expressionlessly, looking straight at himself.

    She quickly opened the topic, trying to hide her panic: "Let's go downstairs to the playground."

    Jiang Zishen didn't say anything, but just followed Wen Ruan quietly for a while. After almost everyone around him had left, he suddenly said, "Aunt Wen, do you like Uncle Fu Zhihuan?"

    "?"

    “??”

    These words made Wen Ruan jump three feet high, she froze in place, and slowly turned her head to look at Jiang Zishen in front of her.

    Is he a child prodigy?

    But for the sake of dignity, Wen Ruan would of course deny it: "How could it be hahahaha I hate him the most."

    "But you just drew on my scratchpad."

    Jiang Zishen put down his schoolbag calmly, took out a book from it, spread out a page, and held it up in front of Wen Ruan: "Look, it also says 'Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan are bound together forever' Woolen cloth."

    Wen Ruan was silent.

    There is nothing more grief than death, and she didn't understand the meaning of this sentence until today.

    "Can you give me this book?"

    "Then you have to promise me something later."

    Is this kid still extorting money?

    Wen Ruan gritted his teeth: "It's done."

    Fu Zhihuan parked his car at the gate of Jiangcheng Primary School.

    The work ended earlier than expected, and it was estimated that the time was almost exactly the end of the parent meeting.

    He didn't go in, but lit a cigarette against the car door, and looked down at the crowd coming and going at the school gate.

    Finally, the door of the school opened outside, and a few parents walked out first.

    After a while, the crowd filled the school gate like a rush of water.

    Fu Zhihuan squinted for a while.

    Then finally, a figure was accurately captured from the crowd.

    Wen Ruan was very eye-catching among the group of parents and students. At the moment, she was raising her head and talking to the people next to her, her eyebrows were curved, and her eyes could not hide a smile.

    Fu Zhihuan shifted his gaze.

    A man stood beside Wen Ruan.

    He looks about twenty-six or seven years old, tall, and smells like a book.

    He looked back at the person in front of him, with a touch of tenderness in his eyes, and after a while he reached out and gently rubbed Wen Ruan's head.

    The sun is setting now, and the sky is still shining.

    In this scene, the picture is extraordinarily warm and beautiful.

    Fu Zhihuan didn't move for a long time, but suddenly felt a little irritable.

    He snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, threw the cigarette **** into the trash can, and straightened his body against the door. Then he stretched out his hand, slammed the door shut, and walked towards Wen Ruan.

    "Ah! I remember it, so it was you who asked others to bring milk tea to Qin Sushan every day in our dormitory!"

    "Yes, yes, is she touched?"

    "She gained ten pounds, and then she said in the dormitory every day that she must find this vicious villain who delivered milk tea."

    “…Sorry.”

    In a short period of time, perhaps because of the marriage of their good sisters, Wen Ruan and Qin Ziran have already advanced from the stage of "who is this" to "good girlfriends".

    "I'm about to take a taxi and take Jiang Zishen back first. Don't worry, it's all up to me. I'll definitely trick Qin Sushan out to meet you."

    Qin Ziran bowed gratefully: "Thank you."

    However, when he got up and looked up, he found a leaf on Wen Ruan's head. Without thinking much, he subconsciously reached out and plucked the leaf away.

    Wen Ruan glanced at it, but didn't take it to heart.

    "I'll leave this to you." Qin Ziran is extremely sincere.

    Wen Ruan gave a "harm" and waved his hand: "Don't take it to heart, we are all related, and we still care about it."

    "What?"

    A stern male voice suddenly sounded.

    Wen Ruan was stunned, and felt that the voice was a little familiar.

    Fu Zhihuan leaned lazily against a pillar not far away, raised his chin at her, and said with a half-smile, "Acquaintance?"

    The author has something to say: although there is no fat chapter.

    But I double updated.

    I don't sleep a day!

    I will also strive for a double update tomorrow!

    This chapter also has a random 50 red envelopes!