Chapter 223: Gold Medal Female Scholar 13

Yan Xiujuan saw that Tan Zihui was crying so badly, so she could only ask Huahuan what was going on.

Fancy and objective, and said things from the 'morning math paper' without any personal feelings.

Dad Tan's face became worse the more he listened, and asked Tan Zihui if it was like this.

Tan Zihui sobbed and said:

"No matter what, she can't beat people, and it won't be so bad if you look at the papers, she's hiding it, who knows—"

When Dad Tan saw that she was still stubborn and wanted to hit her again, Dad Zhou stopped him and said:

"Mr. Tan here is a school. If you want to teach your children, go home and teach them."

Then he turned to the head teacher Yan Xiujuan and said:

"Mr. Yan, I only entrusted my daughter to you because of the attitude of No. 3 Middle School, but I am really disappointed today."

The girl obviously wanted to embarrass Lingling.

How old a child is, with so much heart.

His Lingling is still so simple, where have seen it before?

Fortunately, Lingling called him, otherwise he wouldn't be bullied to death.

Yan Xiujuan groaned in her heart: "Director Zhou..."

Zhou Rongxiu said:

"I hope Mr. Yan will handle this matter well, and this kind of thing will not happen in the future. Keep the attitude of the three schools, and don't make it difficult for Principal Zhen to do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Principal Zhen hurried over, and when he saw Zhou's father, he quickly apologized and shook hands.

Tan Zihui's face turned pale.

She really didn't expect things to be so big, and Principal Zhen, who has never been seen very much, has come forward.

Her father also immediately nodded and bowed.

This is the first time she has realized the gap between herself and Zhou Lingling, and she can't change it no matter how hard she tries.

Why are some people born with good dads?

Why didn't she?

Her father always beat her, beat her when her grades dropped, beat her back, and beat her for the slightest mistake.

Tan Zihui looked in Zhou Lingling's direction again.

Seeing that Director Zhou was holding her shoulders, saying something to the principal.

He is tall and straight, with a calm tone and demeanor, just like a big leader.

Mr. Principal can only keep saying yes.

It was resolved this afternoon.

Tan Zihui was transferred to class five.

There are five classes in the whole third year of junior high school. One class is commonly known as the Rocket Class, and the students in it are all the top twenty students.

The other four classes go down in sequence.

Class 5 had the worst grades and the weakest teachers.

And also gave Tan Zihui a three-day suspension from school.

But these are nothing compared to persuasion.

Fancy did not want to force her to death.

But being transferred to class five was enough to embarrass her face a hundred times.

I can't tell how many people laugh at her behind her back.

Let her also have a taste of what it's like to be talked about after dinner in private.

Fancy is just trying to use her to kill chickens as an example.

There must be a lot of people who dislike her in this school. Take a precaution and create a quiet and harmonious world for her future study and life.

After this matter is settled, Dad Zhou has to go back.

He left a circle of subordinates in a meeting and ran to support Fancy.

Originally, he wanted to take his daughter home to rest, but all afternoon classes had passed anyway.

Fancy shook his head and pushed him to go to work quickly.

She hasn't missed math class yet, she has to listen carefully.

When Fancy returned to the classroom, it happened to be a break, and Tan Zihui in the front row was wiping tears and packing his schoolbag and going home.

There was a circle of little sisters around her, and when she saw Fancy coming in, she dared not speak out.

Now the whole class knew that Zhou Lingling could not offend her, and the principal had to bow her father's head.

Sitting in a fancy seat, the tablemate pushed her math paper carefully in front of her, and then quickly lowered her head and did not dare to look at her.

After this math class was over, Fancy specifically asked the math teacher if she had the correct answer for the two-day paper, she wanted to check it.

The math teacher was an elderly middle-aged woman with a thin curly hair, very fluffy, and looked like a charter woman.

Xia Yingfan first looked at the fancy for a few seconds in surprise and asked:

"Have you finished writing?"

Fancy nodded and handed over the paper.

Xia Yingfan took a quick glance and was even more surprised, and said:

"Come to my office."

Fancy followed her to the office, watching her quickly come up with the correct answer and finish correcting the paper.

134 points.

Fancy frowned, lower than she expected.

Just as he was about to pick it up to see what happened, he heard Xia Yingfan ask:

"you made it yourself?"

Fancy knew what she meant and said yes for sure.

That's why she didn't want to take out the papers in front of so many classmates.

It will definitely lead to a lot of doubts.

Then she shouldn't think about going to class today.

It's annoying.

Xia Yingfan said with a complicated expression:

"This is last year's high school entrance examination paper, and we haven't learned some content yet."

Fancy: "???"

Then what do you mean by sending the paper down?

As a result, she taught herself mathematics for three years of junior high school all night last night.

She also thought that Zhou Lingling really knew nothing.

Xia Yingfan said:

"I just want to blow your self-confidence. The last month's test paper was easy."

Fancy: "..."

Who can tell her if teachers like this.

She doesn't read much, don't lie to her.

Xia Yingfan pulled her to keep her from leaving, took out a few more sets of papers from the drawer, and said:

"You can do these sets. If you can get 120 points, I will invite you to eat spicy strips."

Fancy knows that she doesn't really want to treat her to eat spicy strips, but she doesn't believe her, and puts it in a better way.

This teacher is also very interesting.

So Fancy did half an afternoon of math problems in the office.

She only finished one set and a half until after school in the afternoon, and Xia Yingfan asked her to do it again tomorrow between classes or during the extra class.

It wasn't Zhou's father who came to pick Fancy home today, but his secretary.

Zhou Lingling called him little Uncle Chen.

Fancy also followed suit.

Xiao Chen looks like he's only around 30 years old, wearing black-rimmed glasses, he can't be serious.

Fancy asked him to park at a nearby supermarket and said she was going to buy something.

She has to buy Xiuhong something to eat.

It has been closed for the past two days, just let it out this morning and let it play by itself, it should go home now.

In the book city world, there is special food to eat, and it is enough to feed it once every two or three days.

The world is not very good. If you eat meat, you must feed it every day, otherwise it will languish.

Fancy strolled around the fresh area and bought three catties of raw chicken for 38 yuan.

She didn't dare to buy too much, because there was no place to put it, and second, there was no money.

Zhou's father gave her pocket money on a monthly basis, and the way of giving it was a little different, very particular.

The 300 yuan is for the first month, and the second month depends on how much she spent 300. The remaining amount x2 is her pocket money for the next month.

Half-yearly and year-end will be paid according to the remaining 20% of the monthly accumulation.

Zhou's father is cultivating her concept of learning how to manage and save money.

This has had a great impact on the flamboyant temperament that has been cultivated since childhood.

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