Chapter 7 The Prince is a scumbag

Author: Gu Jiaqiu

Chapter 7 The Prince is a scumbag

The next day.

Yucheng No. 1 Middle School.

First grade, teacher's office.

Qiao Yu stood at the desk, staring at the tea floating on the table in a daze.

This tea is the clouds and mist of the south mountain picked by the master. When you get up in the morning, you will pick the buds and leaves yourself.

When you taste this tea, you have to use Xiaonanshan Mountain Spring to make tea and roast tea, so that you can realize the taste and the fragrance and liquid are clear.

Now, the tea is soaked in a glass cup with boiling water and has been taken in a big sip like a cow.

Qiao Yu looked heartbroken.

"Old Zhou, we can't accept this person."

Director Wang poked the tea leaves in a cup and picked up two test papers on the desk.

"Look, I only got 120 in the comprehensive liberal arts exam, and only got 20 in the comprehensive science exam, and my Chinese and mathematics were even worse."

"Director, give me some face. Our Xiaoliu is a good seedling for learning."

The person who spoke was Zhou Zhengrong.

In his forties, he is tough and straight, and very burly.

He is a backbone of the Qiao family.

A serious old princeling minister.

"Good seedling?"

Director Wang looked at the scores on the test paper and sneered.

"Our No. 1 Middle School, a key prestigious school in the province, has the highest admission rate every year, and is all good seedlings."

"Not only are there good seedlings, but we have many excellent teachers, special teachers, and grade groups."

"If you let a poor student come in, it will not only lower the admission rate, but also reduce the annual teacher evaluation?"

He stood up and patted Zhou Zhengrong on the shoulder.

"Old Zhou, don't make it difficult for me. Let your child find a technical school and learn craftsmanship, which is better than anything else."

Technical school?

Zhou Zhengrong's face suddenly turned black.

Their prince, the Four Books, Five Classics, Six Arts, and Wuli Tao, are they the poor students?

but.

When he saw the bright red score on the surface of the roll, his heart suddenly felt sad.

Times have changed.

What the ancestors have learned in their religion is different from what they learned in schools.

The prince can come out this time.

Perhaps it is a good thing.

He gritted his teeth and began to laugh:

"Director, please help me, we're always in love."

"This kid is willing to spend time."

"Please take it with you personally. If you have any place to help in the future, you can speak at any time."

He lowered his attitude and bowed his back. This posture made him shorter than the fat Director Wang.

Qiao Yu stared at his broad back in a daze.

When I was a kid.

Go to Xiaonanshan to study.

The mountain road is steep and steep. Uncle Zhou just bent his back and carried her up the mountain every day.

After three years of back, no obstacles.

She frowned slightly and stopped his plea.

"Uncle Zhou."

"Xiao Liu!"

Zhou Zhengrong turned around and scolded him.

The Qiao family has rules. When the elders are talking outside, there is no reason why the younger generation interrupts.

The bell rang.

Teachers came in one after another in the office.

Director Wang had no time to mess with them.

He picked up the lesson plan and prepared to go to class.

"Director, you think about it again."

Zhou Zhengrong was anxious and hurriedly grabbed him.

"Lao Zhou! What do you mean?"

Director Wang is popular.

"I have said that friendship is friendship, rules are rules. Our No. 1 Middle School is a key high school, not a technical school outside, and anyone can stuff it inside."

He pointed at Qiao Yu:

"To put it bluntly, this kind of student can only be dragged down. Your parents can't teach well. Now they want to send it to our school, it's useless!"

"If it affects the admission rate of our school, can you be responsible or can I be responsible?"

He spoke righteously and was unceremonious.

Many teachers looked here.

But no one spoke.

No. 1 Middle School admission cannot be achieved through relationships.

How many parents come to plead with mercy? They are not surprised by this kind of thing.

Isn't the ending all gone in shame?

They shook their heads and prepared to bow their heads to prepare for lessons.

"Hey, why is this composition written in classical Chinese?"
Chapter completed!