The modern fortune-telling history of a small shopkeeper

Chapter 222, Choice Difficulty

The two went back from the playground to the dormitory building, and when they returned to the dormitory, the two took a cold shower back and forth.At this time, the dormitory no longer supplies hot water. Fortunately, the weather is not cold anymore, and taking a cold shower at night will not feel too cold.

The four people in their small dormitory chatted about choosing subjects again.

When he found out that Zhou Xing and Qiao Minglang chose liberal arts and the other chose science, Chen Junfei said, "Then I chose the same subjects as Minglang? I wonder if we can be assigned to the same class."

"Qingming, your grades are so good, you must be assigned to the top class by then. I remember it myself, it's a bit confusing."

His own grades are above average, not bad, but compared with the two top students in their dormitory, No.1 and No.2 in the whole school, he is instantly put into the scum.

"You have all decided, I don't even know what major to choose." Tong Guan sat on his own bed, holding a small pillow in his arms, when he knew that the other three dormitory friends had decided on what major to choose , he was a little at a loss.

Tong Guan said: "Why don't I choose liberal arts like you do."

"Don't you like to draw and want to continue studying art?" Chen Junfei heard from Tong Guan that he likes to draw. Last time he went to Tong Guan's home, he saw his paintings.

Even for a person like him who has no artistic talent, he thinks the other party's paintings are very beautiful.

"I like it. I like it. But that one is just for fun..." Tong Guan couldn't make a decision for a while. In fact, he likes to draw, and he did it when he was a child. When he grows up, he dreams of becoming a painter.But when he grew up, he felt that this dream was always a bit unrealistic.

"No, I think your paintings are very beautiful, better than many others'." Chen Junfei encouraged: "You choose what you like, and choose after thinking about it. Don't listen to what we say, just follow us. What to choose."

They have known each other for so long, and Chen Junfei knows Tong Guan's personality, sometimes he is a bit of an uninitiated person, and he just follows what others do, without thinking about whether he really likes it.

As a friend, of course he hopes that the other party can choose what he likes to do and walk the path he wants to go, so as not to regret it later, and it will be difficult to turn back at that time.

"Do you think my paintings look good?" Tong Guan's focus is here.

"Yeah, it's very beautiful, I like it very much, especially the one hanging on the stairs in your house." Chen Junfei has been to Tong Guan's house, and seeing the paintings hanging in his house, at first he thought it was painted by some painter Yes, I didn't expect Tong Guan to draw it himself, and his family hung it outside.

Hearing others say they like him, Tong Guan is a little shy and a little happy.

Chen Junfei suggested: "If you can't make a decision, go home on the weekend and discuss it with your family. After all, the department we choose may affect our future path."

"Well, okay, I see. I'll discuss it with my family when I get back." Tong Guan replied.

The dormitory lights were turned off at night, and they all stopped talking.

Seeing Zhou Xing standing in front of his bed, Qiao Minglang gave him a look and told him to go back to sleep on his own bed.

Zhou Xing curled his lips in his heart, and could only go up by stepping on the ladder.

Lying on his little bed, Tong Guan hugged his own little pillow, still thinking about choosing subjects, thinking about what kind of person he wants to be in the future...

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One after another, some students decided on which subjects to choose, and went to their monitors to register.

"Squad leader, how is the registration situation? Have all the students in the class selected their subjects?" Although the registration is left to the monitor, the class teacher Chen Jun is still very concerned about the students' selection of subjects in the class. question.

"Most of the students have been selected, and there are a few students who have not come to register. Maybe they haven't made a decision yet." Zhou Xing took out the registration form and showed it to the head teacher.

Chen Jun took the form, glanced behind the subjects chosen by the students, and saw that the class leader had chosen science, "Squad leader, you choose science."

"That's okay, your science is better, and choosing science is more advantageous for you." Chen Jun glanced at the subjects chosen by the students with better grades, and they were similar to what he imagined.

But compared to the whole, there are still more people who choose liberal arts, and those who choose science are all students who are better in science.

"Okay, I probably know it. You put it away and give it to me next Monday."

Chen Jun gave the form back to the monitor, went back to the podium, and mentioned the subject selection. The general meaning is to let everyone choose according to their actual situation. After all, the subject selection is related to the college entrance examination and the choice of major in the future university. " Everyone must think carefully before making a decision. There are some students who did not choose, and I hope you can make a decision as soon as possible. The form will be handed in next Monday night."

"By the next Monday at the latest, students who have not made a decision have to go to the class monitor to register. I really don't know how to choose, so I go back and discuss with my family and people I know, or talk to the teacher in the office after class. It’s okay to talk about it. But don’t put off choosing it, you still have to choose this subject.”

"Also, at four o'clock in the afternoon next Monday, the school will have a parents' meeting. Go back and inform your family members to come to the meeting. Here is a letter to your parents. Take it home and show it to your family members. Anyone who can come Come here as much as possible, if you can’t come, you can tell the squad leader when the time comes, and the squad leader will give me the list.”

I told the students in the class monitor about the parent-teacher meeting, and the class teacher passed on a stack of printed letters to the parents, and then the students continued the Chinese class.

After finishing the Chinese, their head teacher walked out of the classroom, and the students in class one were fried again.

For students with good grades, holding a parent meeting is nothing more than letting parents go to school.But for students with poor grades, holding a parent-teacher meeting is simply a terrible thing.

Is this to be notified or not to be notified!

After the last class on Friday afternoon, they are on vacation.At this time, only their first-year students do not need to make up lessons for the time being, and their second-year and third-year students have to make up lessons.

Students in the third year of high school have entered the countdown to the college entrance examination and are sprinting for the final moment of the college entrance examination.Maybe it won't be long before they will be the ones sitting in the upper classroom.

Whether they like it or not, when many students go home, they still take the notice issued by the school back to their family members.

Back downstairs in the dormitory, Zhou Xing saw the people waiting there.Qiao Minglang recognized that this was the driver of Zhou Xing's family, and whispered to Zhou Xing, "I'll go up first."

"Well, I'll go up and look for you later." Zhou Xing said.

Qiao Minglang nodded to the man and went upstairs.

"Young master." Wu San waited for a long time before their young master came back.

Nodding to the young man who walked past, Wu San walked up to the young master of their family with a doggy smile on his face.

"Say, what's the matter?" Zhou Xing asked impatiently.

"The master asked me to pick up the young master and you go home for a meal." It was only for this reason that Wu San came to wait for the young master himself.

Seeing their young master staring at him, Wu San swallowed with difficulty, and said with a little fear in his heart: "Young master, don't look at me like that..." I was afraid that their young master would be in a bad mood and beat him up Get angry.

Glancing at Wu San, Zhou Xing turned his head and glanced at the direction of the dormitory building, took out a piece of paper from his backpack, stuffed it to Wu San, and said, "Just say I'm not free, take this back, and ask grandpa if you want it." Come to my parent meeting."

"Grandpa is fine if he's not free, I don't want to see other people in the family come."

He was talking about not wanting to see that woman come to his school.

It's not that the woman didn't look for opportunities before, and went to their school in the name of her parents, making him disgusting!

In short, Zhou Xing just didn't like his little stepmother, and even that woman's gallantry and fawning turned into a disgusting behavior in his eyes.

If it was in the past, he would not want his family to attend his parent meeting at school. Since his parents divorced, he has never called his family members to attend his parent meeting.Unless sometimes his grandfather knew about it and would go to school.

But this time, why not make the old man happy?

"Hey, eh, okay, I see." Wu San took a piece of paper from their young master, and didn't even open it to see what it was.But after hearing what their young master said, he understood what their young master meant.

"Okay, it's good that you know, you go back." Zhou Xing said and walked towards the dormitory building.

"Hey, young master..." Wu San followed behind.

Zhou Xing turned his head and glared at the people who followed, Wu San had no choice but to stop, not daring to continue following their young master.

Seeing their young master enter the dormitory building, Wu San opened the piece of paper in his hand, only to realize that it was a letter to the parents. He carefully rolled it up and held it in his hand. He had to take this back to show their old man.

Knowing that their young master refused to go back, Wu San had no choice but to drive back to Zhou's house.

Qiao Minglang who was in the dormitory saw Zhou Xing coming up and asked, "Aren't you going home?"

"Who said I'm going home?" Zhou Xing stared and said, "Let's go, let's go eat."

Seeing the young man looking at him a little strangely, Zhou Xing couldn't help reaching out to stroke the young man's head, messing up the young man's neat hair.Qiao Minglang raised his hand and patted someone's trotter away, "Don't touch my head."

"What's the matter with touching?"

"..."

The two started fighting, and after a while, the two left the dormitory together and went outside.

When they drove back to Zhou's house and saw their old man, Wu San didn't dare to say that their young master refused to go back. He only said that their young master was busy with their studies, and euphemistically conveyed what their young master said, "This is the young master's work." The young master asked me to bring it back to you, the old man, and the young master asked if you were free to attend his parent meeting."

At home, Mr. Zhou knew that his grandson would not come back, but when he saw the letter to the parents brought back by Wu San, the old man still had a smile on his face. He folded the letter from the parents after reading it and put it away, saying :"go."

This was the first time that grandson asked him to attend the parent-teacher meeting, and of course he was going.