If the person sitting in Li Luo's seat at this time was Ying Chanxi, she would probably feel shy because of the strange looks from her classmates, and would be too embarrassed to raise her head.
But at this moment, the person sitting here is Yan Zhusheng.
She looked calm and calm, just sitting there obediently, listening quietly to Lin Xiuhong and Li Guohong chatting next to them.
After a while, Qiao Xinyan's mother also came. After Qiao Xinyan gave up her seat, she did not leave directly, but quickly explained the current situation and situation to her mother.
Although Qiao Xinyan's mother had heard about Li Luo's family situation at home, she had never heard Qiao Xinyan talk about the special relationship between Li Luo and the two girls.
At this time, when I heard that Li Luo's parents were assigned a little girl, they were a little stunned. After sitting down, they came back to their senses and probably figured out the situation.
However, she had already met Lin Xiuhong during the first parent-teacher meeting in the first grade of high school last year, so she was not too surprised. She just felt that the parents of Yingchanxi were too busy.
But now Li Luo's father actually invited another little girl to attend the parent-teacher conference, which surprised her a little.
Co-author: Your family is specialized in raising children, right? You specialize in helping other parents hold parent-teacher conferences?
Of course, if you ignore this matter, it is still very interesting to chat with Lin Xiuhong and Li Guohong.
In addition, her own child Xinyan often visited their home to study. Qiao Xinyan’s mother was also very grateful and soon started chatting with the couple.
At eight o'clock in the morning, when the parent-teacher meeting was about to begin, Ying Chanxi and Li Luo also rushed back from the school gate and returned to the classroom to help Teacher Kong hold the parent-teacher meeting.
On the other side, after the students from Class 8 left the classroom one after another, except for a few who ran directly to the club, the others gathered in the self-study classroom on the sixth floor.
Before the teacher in charge of the self-study class came, the people in Class 8 gathered together and couldn't help but chat.
"The squad leader is really outrageous, I don't even know how he did it." Ren Zheng shook his head repeatedly and sighed, still a little unbelievable, "It's so powerful that he can actually make uncles and aunts drive for Xixi and Zhusheng.
Parent-teacher conference.”
"Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng's parents are really big-hearted." Zhu Yufei clicked his tongue, "Did they really agree to let other parents help attend the parent-teacher meeting?"
"I know what Xixi said." Qiao Xinyan added next to her, "At the first parent-teacher meeting last year, it was Li Luo's mother who came to attend on behalf of Xixi's parents."
"Huh? So it's been like this since last year?" Ren Zheng said in surprise, "Is this their tradition of co-writing?"
"The class monitor and the deputy classmate are childhood sweethearts." Zhang Guohuang reminded, "I don't think it's okay for parents to help hold a parent-teacher meeting. Even Yan Zhusheng would agree. Is the relationship between their parents already so familiar?
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"That should be pretty familiar, right?" Xu Yinghuan recalled, "I remember we had dinner together before."
"This is just what I know. Their parents usually have a good relationship, so they probably have dinner together often."
"And think about it, Yan Zhusheng's mother is Yuan Wanqing. Who wrote Aunt Yuan's new album and the nine divine songs? How can this relationship be bad?"
After being reminded by Xu Yinghuan, everyone reacted.
Based on this analysis, it seems reasonable for Li Luo's parents to come to hold a parent-teacher conference for Ying Chanxi and Yan Zhusheng?
"It's so outrageous..." Lin Yuan couldn't help but clicked his tongue, "The monitor didn't even write this in his novels, right? The reality is even more exaggerated than the novels."
"It's really annoying to compare people to each other." Fang Chen on the side couldn't help but sigh.
"Who do you want to compete with?" Ren Zheng glanced at him and snorted.
"Ahem." Fang Chen heard this and quickly changed his words, "I'm scolding the squad leader for his evil behavior! I'm not envious."
After talking about this topic, the time came to eight o'clock sharp.
The teacher who manages the self-study classroom walked in from the front door.
Zhu Yufei and others, who did not plan to study here, immediately slipped out of the back door and went to the basketball club to play ball.
Among the remaining girls, Hua Xiuxiu glanced at Xu Yinghuan and Qiao Xinyan who were sitting in front, and quietly moved closer to Ren Zheng.
"Speaking of which," Hua Xiuxiu asked in a low voice, "Where did you read "The Age of Literature and Art"? I just read Chapter 135 yesterday. In the book, the senior sister actually wrote the female protagonist to the male protagonist...
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At this point, Hua Xiuxiu was embarrassed to continue talking. Even for her best friend Ren Zheng, she felt that this kind of topic was a bit too much to talk about.
But Ren Zheng was obviously deeply impressed by the plot. He nodded repeatedly and glanced at the teacher on the podium. Seeing that he was not strict, he whispered to Hua Xiuxiu:
"I know, I know, this plot is too boring!"
"You don't know. Senior sister described it so carefully that I hid under the quilt and watched it secretly."
"It feels no less than the romance novels I read before."
"Yes, is that so?" Hua Xiuxiu was stunned for a moment after hearing Ren Zheng say that it was not inferior to romance novels, "Have you ever seen anything more outrageous?"
"I've seen it." Ren Zheng nodded, then looked a little weird, "Originally, I thought that the novels written by boys would be more pornographic, but I didn't expect the novels written by the monitor to be so innocent..."
"It's said to be a harem story, but in fact it's all about falling in love with the heroines, and there's nothing particularly astringent about it."
"You will know later when you look back. Senior sister is really good at it! I kept crossing my legs when I was reading it at night."
Hua Xiuxiu couldn't resist what Ren Zheng said so deeply.
Mainly because she used to read some classics at most.
Although there are some very explicit contents in famous books, in fact, most of the time they don’t make people blush after reading them, because the authors generally do not seek to be astringent for the sake of being astringent.
But after watching "The Age of Literature and Art", Hua Xiuxiu discovered that her senior sister really liked driving.
And the speed is very, very fast and the driving is very smooth.
Even the equipment, status, and road conditions of the car body can be described in great detail, making it immersive.
In comparison, "I'm Really Not a Star" written by the monitor seems much immature in this regard.
I don’t know where the senior sister learned it from.
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In the classroom of Class 8, Grade 2, Kong Junxiang was holding a parent-teacher meeting on the podium. The white curtain above the blackboard fell and a prepared PPT was played.
Li Luo and Ying Chanxi stood on both sides, handing information to Kong Junxiang from time to time, or helping distribute some documents, and then helping the parents add tea.
The parents were very polite and kind to Li Luo and Ying Chanxi. Especially after Kong Junxiang introduced the monitor and deputy monitor under him, other parents who did not know Li Luo and Ying Chanxi were even more impressive.
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In terms of study, Ying Chanxi is naturally more dazzling. After all, he has always been the first in his grade.
But this time they took the exam, both she and Li Luo got perfect scores of 300. The ten subjects in the exam were also graded and there were no specific scores. It was rare that the two of them could not widen the gap.
On this basis, when some parents heard Kong Junxiang introduce Li Luo, some people curiously asked: "Our class monitor is the one who wrote songs for Yuan Wanqing, right?"
Li Luo: "..."
"Yes, it's him." When Kong Junxiang heard a parent ask this, he glanced at Li Luo, who had a dark face, and immediately nodded with a smile, and admitted for Li Luo.
The classroom suddenly burst into low laughter.
Obviously, there is not just one parent who knows about this, but many.
Of course, not all students will share these interesting things in school with their parents, so some parents are confused and quickly ask the parents next to them who understand in a low voice.
After some understanding, many people suddenly looked surprised, and looked at Li Luo with shock and disbelief.
After the songs written by Li Luo were popularized by Yuan Wanqing on the singer stage, parents in the class who have the habit of listening to songs or have been to some places where music is played have most likely heard them recently.
And some parents not only know about Li Luo writing songs, they have even heard about him writing novels.
What's more, there were two male heads of family who looked at Li Luo with somewhat strange expressions.
They had obviously read the specific contents of Li Luo's novels in private. After seeing Li Luo in person, it was still a bit hard to believe that the Internet article that they couldn't help but flip through with their mobile phones every day turned out to be them.
It was written by my son's classmate.
This is quite bizarre.
Fortunately, when we talked about Li Luo and Ying Chanxi, it was Kong Junxiang who was already talking about this exam.
Another ten minutes passed, and at 9:30 in the morning, Yan Zhusheng waved to Li Luo from the back row.
Li Luo understood the idea, walked to Kong Junxiang, and whispered something.
Kong Junxiang nodded immediately: "Go, you have to go to Yingchan River, right?"
"Yeah." Ying Chanxi nodded next to him, "I have to check the preparations."
"Then you all can go over there. I don't have anything to do behind here."
After receiving permission, Li Luo immediately set off to the back row, took Yan Zhusheng, who had just stood up, and Ying Chanxi, who was following behind, and left through the back door of the classroom.
To be continued...