It was calm in the afternoon after school. After the exam, Tang Xin spent the rest of the time listening to classes and thinking except that he could not bear Qiu Qiang's call for his senior brother and his creepy smile.

Is there any way to improve your grades once and for all?

After school in the afternoon, Tang Xin, Sun Dao and Cheng Mu, who were carrying their schoolbags at the school gate, were chatting about gossip. After a while, Ye Qiu, who was late, walked out and Tang Xin immediately greeted him anxiously.

"Have the test been approved? Am I passing the exam?"

Ye Qiu stared at Tang Xin with wide eyes, making Tang Xin anxious as if he was an ant on a hot pan.

"You 89, Sun Dao 43."

This class monitor and English class representative are just good. It is a piece of cake when entering and leaving the office to secretly check the results.

Tang Xin felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. Sun Dao cursed inwardly and then started to talk to himself in discomfort.

He could tolerate Tang Xin's higher score than him, but his score was not as good as Tang Xin's, which was a bit abnormal!

"Tang Xin, to be honest, did you cheat?"

Sun Dao hugged his neck and began to ask.

"You sit next to me. If I cheat, you won't know?"

Tang Xin shook his arm away, then hummed a song and walked quickly towards the house.

The sun sinks to the west, and the afterglow is brilliant. Tang Xin feels very comfortable watching the dusk scenery.

The three people behind him looked at Tang Xin as if they were nervous. Ye Qiu had suspicion on his face, Cheng Mu's moon-like eye sockets were very sweet, and Sun Daoze was a little depressed: This day was too bad!

After walking briskly steps back to the community and saying goodbye to the other three, Tang Xin still hummed a song and walked up the stairs, came to the door of the house and took out the key to open the door, entered the house and threw down his schoolbag and bent over to change his shoes. As soon as he changed his slippers, he picked up his schoolbag and wanted to go back to his house. He glanced at the living room casually, and Tang Xin's eyes were stunned, as if he was hit by a bolt from the blue and leaned back against the wall.

There were a few dishes on the coffee table in the living room. Tang Bin and Xie Wanling could no longer describe it with kind expressions. It was a bit charming?

The parents stared at Tang Xin with a smile. Before Tang Xin could come back to ask, Xie Wanling reached out to point to the dishes on the coffee table and said happily: "Son, are you hungry? Look, your favorite steamed dumplings from Juxiang Pavilion, grilled squid on Bei'an Road, salt shrimp from Yuecuilou, squirrel fish made by my mother personally, and a few side dishes. Come and eat it quickly. It will be bad if it is cold."

Tang Bin also took out an exquisite mobile phone packaging box and said with a smile: "Son, have you always wanted a mobile phone? Look, do you like it or not? If you don't like it, just exchange it for what you like."

Faced with the couple's performance, Tang Xin was flattered and raised his hand, shook it and said, "Today, today is not my birthday, and I didn't win the award. The last time you were so abnormal, it was when I got the double hundred exam in elementary school. That time, the teacher corrected a math problem wrong, and Ye Qiu got the full mark in the whole class. I became 99. Dad, mom, don't you want to divorce, right?"

Tang Xin suddenly felt that his parents were so attentive, as if they were trying to please him, or rather, it was very likely to comfort the harm he was about to suffer.

Tang Xin seemed to have watched this plot in a TV series. In order to prevent the child from being sad, parents first make the child happy and then tell the child about the divorce.

"Baby, what are you talking about? Who told you that my mother and I are going to divorce?"

Tang Bin's face immediately changed, Xie Wanling's smile faded, and she glared at Tang Xin reproachfully.

Tang Xin walked into the living room, put his schoolbag on the sofa, wiped the sweat from his head, and sighed: "I was scared. Then what are you trying to do? I have not had any great achievements worthy of your reward recently."

"Hey hey hey, hey, hey, he has great achievements. Isn't it just that your English scores have improved? I can do it. Son, come here, mom has something to tell you."

Xie Wanling's expression is normal now, so she called Tang Xin to her side. After Tang Xin went over, she reached out to catch a shrimp, but Xie Wanling slapped her hand off.

"I was asked to eat while it was hot, but why don't I let me go again?"

Tang Xin rubbed the back of his hand and felt speechless.

Xie Wanling took Tang Xin's hand and said earnestly: "Son, your class teacher called today and told her parents about improving your English test scores a lot today. Mom is very happy because your class teacher said that if you can work harder, you might have hope of earning a copy next year."

"Oh... Now I understand, you want the horses to run fast, so you have to feed them first. I was scared to death. I was just thinking that if you weren't divorced, would you be going to expel me from the house and be self-reliant. I thought I was Jesus and you two were Judas."

Tang Xin finally understood the reason for his parents' abnormal behavior today. He was still a little surprised that the head teacher called his parents. It was just an ordinary test, and it was an English subject, so he valued it so much.

"Don't just talk nonsense. Your mother talks to you, be serious. What are your metaphors? Your mother and I hope you can run fast. Bah, I hope your academic performance will improve quickly. What do you think this is for? Your mother and I have no vanity and don't care about others' eyes. The key is that you will become a talent yourself. If you can get into a first-class university next year, go to a good university, find a job in the future, it will be easier for you to find a job in your own life."

Tang Bin gave his son a lesson, but Tang Xin asked in confusion: "Don't it be said that college students are difficult to find a job? Isn't it too many unemployed people who come from prestigious schools?"

"If you think so, you're completely wrong. If you go to a good school and learn a good major, it's hard for you to find a job in society. Is it more difficult than graduating from high school and junior college?"

Tang Bin stroked his glasses, and seemed to be too serious and went against today's purpose.

The original intention is to reward and encourage the son, but why has it turned into a reprimand now?

Tang Xin scratched his head and said seriously: "Okay, I understand, don't worry, parents, I will definitely work hard this year in my senior year, live up to your expectations, and work hard for my own life."

"That's right! Son, go and wash your hands."

Xie Wanling once again showed a warm smile that made Tang Xin feel.

Tang Xin picked up his schoolbag and walked towards his room. When he turned around, he turned around and smiled at the living room and said, "Thank you, parents."

When he turned around again, Tang Xin rubbed his wet eyes.

The sumptuous family dinner was spent in a warm atmosphere, and Tang Xin clearly noticed the occasional worry that his mother Xie Wanling showed.

It should be because the fast food restaurant business is deserted.

"Son, this phone is not for you to be unemployed and playful. You usually contact your parents if you have urgent matters. Other times, especially at school, remember to turn off the phone. If the teacher confiscates it, you will want to make money to buy it yourself."

After drinking and eating, Tang Bin handed Tang Xin the new phone.

Tang Xin didn't care about mobile phones. He was used to playing with computers. No matter how fun the mobile phone was, it didn't mean much. Besides, he had made up his mind to study in the next year, and he wouldn't have free time to spend by playing with mobile phones.

After unpacking the packaging box, Tang Xin didn't find it novel about Samsung's touch screen mobile phone. After getting tired of Sun Dao's mobile phone in junior high school, he almost never mentioned any interest. In his eyes, the mobile phone only needs two functions: call and text messages.

After packing up the mess in the living room, Tang Xin returned to his room and took five minutes to understand the function of the phone and write down the phone number and then switched it to silent mode. He threw the phone aside.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Tang Xin took it even more seriously. How did his mother not need to force her to smile in front of him.

After locking the door, Tang Xin opened the four-dimensional pocket and began to look for props that could save the business of fast food restaurants from falling.
Chapter completed!