A great director who grew up happily

Chapter 132: The Student Who Has One Move Better

Today's parent-teacher meeting at Chunfeng Middle School may be the most complicated one in history. First, as usual, the class teacher and parents communicated about the students' academic performance and daily performance in school over the past half semester.

Secondly, I have to go to the conference hall to attend the psychology lecture organized by the school.

Finally, there is a private communication between the teacher and the parents to provide feedback on the student’s history performance.

Su Ying had just sat down in the classroom when she saw a piece of white paper pressed down by a pen on the table. She picked it up curiously and found two lines of words written on the back of the paper.

"Mom, I swear, the individual student the homeroom teacher was talking about is not me. --My dear son, please stay."

"PS: There are magazines in the hole in the table. If you get bored, you can read them. I recommend you read First Financial News first. There are also chocolates. I bought them yesterday. They are delicious."

Looking at the sloppy handwriting, Su Ying seemed to see Chen Jinnian leaning over the table and writing it hurriedly. She immediately smiled knowingly, folded the paper in half several times and put it in her bag.

Song Qian, who was sitting in front of her, was checking Qiao Yingzi's desk hole to see if there was anything unrelated to studying. After searching for a while, she nodded with satisfaction.

In fact, it was not just Song Qian. Many parents had the same reaction. But what they didn't know was that long before they arrived, all the students had started to check and correct themselves, and locked up everything that was inconvenient for parents to see in the lockers in the corridor.

As for the extracurricular magazines and Chinese language argument materials, which people usually borrow from each other, after lunch today, Chen Jinnian, the "anti-drug team leader", confiscated all the magazines.

Most of it was stuffed into the drawer under the podium, and a small amount was stuffed into his own desk hole.

After these careful arrangements, even if other parents turned their children's desk holes upside down, they wouldn't be able to find any "contraband".

On the other side, after Chen Jinnian returned to Shuxiang Yayuan, he changed his clothes, went downstairs and took a taxi to the dance academy. He had accompanied Wang Yidi here twice before and was familiar with the route. He quickly reached the sixth floor and found the dance studio where Wang Yidi was.

Through the glass on the doors and windows, he saw Wang Yidi, whom he had been thinking about, among a group of equally light and beautiful girls, and raised his hand happily.

It was break time in the dance classroom, but Wang Yidi was still facing the mirror, stretching her legs on the dance barre. The oval-faced beauty next to her patted her.

"Didi, is that handsome guy outside looking for you?"

"Huh? Mengyao, that's impossible, how could I know her..." Wang Yidi's social circle is actually very shallow. She transferred to Beijing to study in the middle of junior high school. She didn't have many friends, let alone friends of the opposite sex.

But after she turned around, she stopped talking, and her expression brightened visibly, as if she had seen the first rays of dawn after a long winter night.

She immediately put down her long legs, covered her fluttering shirt, and ran towards Chen Jinnian in small steps.

"Sisters, something's happening."

"I'll see, I'll see."

"I think I've seen this boy before. Has he been here?"

"I asked her last time, but Didi refused to admit it. Now she's confessed."

"No wonder the boys in the academy look down on all of them. Turns out there are better ones."

The extremely bored dancing girls started chattering like melon-stealing badgers, and all of them stared intently, waiting for the next development.

Wang Yidi ran over, jumped lightly, and stood in front of Chen Jinnian. Although the other party stopped, the fragrance kept coming to his nose, and his light gradient sleeves swayed with it, like a lotus flower dyed in the rain.

Especially when it was just beating, the shaking of Wang Yidi's chest almost took away his mind.

"Why are you here?"

He raised his hand and touched his nose. After finding nothing unusual, he said, "I missed you, so I came to see you and take you home."

"Bah, you're so shameless. Who would go home with you?" Wang Yidi blinked her big eyes and said playfully.

"Of course you, I don't want others to go home with me." After he finished speaking, he reached out to help Wang Yidi smooth down her somewhat scattered hair, "Baby, your clothes look really nice today."

Hearing the praise from his favorite person, Wang Yidi said happily: "Yeah, I think this set looks good too." After that, he turned it around a few times to show it to him.

Suddenly, her skirt became like a flying phoenix and her sleeves like turning snow.

"Okay, okay, I know you are the most beautiful." Chen Jinnian said lovingly.

After Wang Yidi stopped, he continued to ask: "Isn't there a big bull coming? Why didn't I see it?"

"She's from the China National Song and Dance Troupe. It's good enough that she can spare an hour to come here. How could she possibly stay here the whole time? But the teacher dances so well. I feel like I've lost my chance in life."

When Wang Yidi said this, his expression did not show any sign of depression, but rather full of envy.

As an outsider, Chen Jinnian naturally didn't know how powerful the Chinese Song and Dance Troupe was. The only thing he knew was the Evergrande Song and Dance Troupe, a song and dance troupe that specialized in high-level performance, and that this period was its most prosperous.

"You're already great. Let's not compare ourselves with them." Chen Jinnian encouraged him. He then glanced back and said, "Your friend seems to be calling you."

Wang Yidi quickly looked back and found that everyone was waving frantically, and the dance teacher also came out from the other end of the dance studio.

"I have to go back to class. You wait for me outside until I'm done."

She walked while instructing Chen Jinnian, and after seeing the other party nod, she turned around and ran back quickly.

Chen Jinnian watched Wang Yidi join the team before leaving the dance studio, planning to go to the milk tea shop downstairs to sit for a while and kill time.

But the moment the elevator door opened, he saw someone he never expected.

"Uncle Qiao, why are you back here? Do you want to... dance too?"

Qiao Wendong was wearing glasses, carrying a brand-name handbag, and had a slicked-back hair and powdered face. The floral shirt inside his suit was tucked into his trousers, forming a convex arc at the belt.

It seems that I have gained a lot of weight in the autumn recently, and my belly has become two sizes fatter.

"Ah, Jinnian." When Qiao Weidong saw him, he had an expression as if he had seen a ghost. He quickly looked down at his watch. The time was correct. It was not even three o'clock.

So he asked, "Shouldn't you be in school at this time?"

"There's a parent-teacher meeting today, so school is dismissed early." He walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor.

However, Qiao Weidong held onto the elevator door and said angrily, "There's a parents' meeting at school today. Why didn't I know about it? Even if they didn't let me go, they should have let me know."

He frowned and looked at Qiao Weidong. Song Qian always went to Qiao Yingzi's parent-teacher meetings. No matter how busy Song Qian was, she would coordinate the time in advance and attend Qiao Yingzi's parent-teacher meetings on time.

It has been like this for so many years. Chen Jinnian was a little confused. It was already the third year of high school, so why did Qiao Weidong suddenly care about it again?

Besides, what is there for the other party to be angry about?